Words From The Grave {poetry}

[Ganyu]

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Edger Allan Poe

Prelude
Hello and welcome to my humble poetry thread. I write poems whenever they come to me. All criticism and feedback is much appreciated. Enjoy.~

Contents

• Guilt
• Storm
• Sun and Moon
• Changing Seasons

[Ganyu]

Guilt
It is here. I imagine blood on my hands.
I run...but I can't escape.
It won't stop bothering me. It won't go.
In every corner, alley, silhouette,
it strives to catch me.
No use hiding, it has infiltrated my mind.

Sending waves of thought and scenes,
it prods and nudges into the deep recess.
It churns out what I've been concealing.
Like a weedkiller, it strikes my conscience.
As it eats away my soul, I am reminded
of everything, including that night.
I shuddered, trying to pick up
the pieces of my subconsciousness.
I put my hands up, yelling a surrender.
Swiftly it washed over and I blacked out.

I felt bonds on my wrists and chains around my mind.
As I looked up to the person who placed them,
guilt was staring back.
Now in this small cell,
guilt has finally let me free.

[Ninaiso]

Oh my... That is a very nice poem. <3 Really great job, you captured guilt very well.
I can't wait to read more.

[Ganyu]

Awww thanks, Ninaiso! Glad you liked it, it's one of my best pieces IMO. X3

[Popshakes]

I really enjoyed that poem! It feels like something I would write, haha. XD I love the deep and dark vibe I'm getting from it. <3

[Ganyu]

I really enjoyed that poem! It feels like something I would write, haha. XD I love the deep and dark vibe I'm getting from it. <3

Aww thanks! ^u^

Another poem~

Storm
Across the azure meadows,
Flocks of sheep gather to graze.
Here in the ethereal sunlit fields,
Comes an unpredictable phase.

The grey sheepdog approaches with
Sharp yaps and commanding barks.
The sheep's wool turned into stormy gray
As their bodies produced lightning sparks.

The dog ran around the flock,
Directing and herding the sheep.
Beads of their sweat poured down like rain,
Below them, the ground was soaked deep.

[PerseusRad]

These are both very nice. You're a really good writer, much better than me, haha, I can't write poetry, it's too... I don't know the word. Not complex, but it's something I'd rather read than write. Trust me, I enjoyed reading yours very much. :)

[Ninaiso]

That poem was beautiful! Absolutely awesome twist on weather and control. <3 Really cool!!

[Ganyu]

These are both very nice. You're a really good writer, much better than me, haha, I can't write poetry, it's too... I don't know the word. Not complex, but it's something I'd rather read than write. Trust me, I enjoyed reading yours very much. :)

Aww I appreciate the compliment, really do. (:

That poem was beautiful! Absolutely awesome twist on weather and control. <3 Really cool!!

Thanks! I love it when people understand my poems. ^^

[Ganyu]

Sun and Moon
Heaven's blazing left eye,
Burning high up in the sky.
Through the rain, sunbeams seep,
Painting a colourful ribbon-like strip.

Heaven's right eye of cooling blue,
Illuminating against a nightly hue.
Twinkling teardrops around its lashes,
Sparkling like diamonds with gentle flashes.

When the paths of both eyes intertwine,
The Earth becomes a void of sunlight and moonshine.
The balance of both opposites must remain,
Or else the forces of darkness and chaos will reign.