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Maghion's Collection of Poems
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Did you guys know that I write poetry?
Here are some examples:
Exiled:
The change was quick
A sudden reform at a tick
When all was at piece
No turmoil
Violence
Nor Disease
The people were happy
Living, working, celebrating
There existed not a single grief
Ended all but too brief
The once lovable, peaceful Queen
Corrupted with darkness none has seen
Violence erupted from her throne
Peace dropped like a stone
Happy peasants became oppressed slaves
What held torhes of light
Now holds human heads at stakes
Death ell rings at night
Villagers spoke out in detest
Gathered together in protest
But in the tyes of other rulers
They are the wrong evil doers
Homes burnt, they were left in the wild
No longer villagers, all exiled
Noting in hand but the clothes they wear
And tears of children so scared
The cold nights follows them in their sleep
Freezing all in their realistic dream
Torturing them bone deep
In forms of cold fire, cold steam
The faith in their gods declined so fast
Quick to forget their blessings in the past
They scream and cry from the pain
For their gods left them in vain
Suicide plagues and spreads like fire
Their desire to live has expired
Humble men became hungry beast
Killing their own in a murderous feast
Strong willed minds snapped like a twig
Wise men ignored, words no longer big.
The Story:
Tell me
................................A story
................................Any story
................................That everything will be all right
................................That within this mist of dark
................................There is a hidden light
................................Tell me
A story
................................A lie
................................Any lie
................................That love is not imaginary
................................That her heart is a sanctuary
................................That within this world of hatred
................................There lies hidden truth
................................Tell me
A lie
................................A story
................................Any story
................................That when I wake up tomorrow
................................I will no longer feel so hollow
................................That within the empty abyss of my heart
................................My soul is still in one whole part
................................Tell me
That
................................I am just over exaggerated
................................That my heart is over saturated
................................That everything is one Utopia
................................That there is no such thing as Dystopia
................................Tell me
Those things
................................Like a mother comforting a child
................................"there is no monster in your closet"
................................Yet out there, men run wild
................................And one may be hiding in his closet
................................And all you say is:
................................It
is just a dream
The Passionate Equian Soul:
Come and join my paradise
Paradise freely with no price
And we shall live an eternal life
As I perform for you, my wife
Let me show you the real Equos
A land many hold dear and close
Where spirits roam joyful and young
And souls dance to the songs I've sung
Join me in a place undisturbed
A fountain of youth well preserved
Just for you and your elegance
As the sunlight forever dance
Upon my land groomed just for you
A paradise so real and true
Where you can wake up to a view
And love the land you never knew
Take my hand and follow your soul
Enjoy the beach and take a stroll
Enjoy the joy of the nightlife
While embracing the peaceful wildlife
I can be your one and only
I'll live for our future baby
And I'll rejoice for you, my wife
As we live an eternal life
Here are some examples:
Exiled:
The change was quick
A sudden reform at a tick
When all was at piece
No turmoil
Violence
Nor Disease
The people were happy
Living, working, celebrating
There existed not a single grief
Ended all but too brief
The once lovable, peaceful Queen
Corrupted with darkness none has seen
Violence erupted from her throne
Peace dropped like a stone
Happy peasants became oppressed slaves
What held torhes of light
Now holds human heads at stakes
Death ell rings at night
Villagers spoke out in detest
Gathered together in protest
But in the tyes of other rulers
They are the wrong evil doers
Homes burnt, they were left in the wild
No longer villagers, all exiled
Noting in hand but the clothes they wear
And tears of children so scared
The cold nights follows them in their sleep
Freezing all in their realistic dream
Torturing them bone deep
In forms of cold fire, cold steam
The faith in their gods declined so fast
Quick to forget their blessings in the past
They scream and cry from the pain
For their gods left them in vain
Suicide plagues and spreads like fire
Their desire to live has expired
Humble men became hungry beast
Killing their own in a murderous feast
Strong willed minds snapped like a twig
Wise men ignored, words no longer big.
The Story:
Tell me
................................A story
................................Any story
................................That everything will be all right
................................That within this mist of dark
................................There is a hidden light
................................Tell me
A story
................................A lie
................................Any lie
................................That love is not imaginary
................................That her heart is a sanctuary
................................That within this world of hatred
................................There lies hidden truth
................................Tell me
A lie
................................A story
................................Any story
................................That when I wake up tomorrow
................................I will no longer feel so hollow
................................That within the empty abyss of my heart
................................My soul is still in one whole part
................................Tell me
That
................................I am just over exaggerated
................................That my heart is over saturated
................................That everything is one Utopia
................................That there is no such thing as Dystopia
................................Tell me
Those things
................................Like a mother comforting a child
................................"there is no monster in your closet"
................................Yet out there, men run wild
................................And one may be hiding in his closet
................................And all you say is:
................................It
is just a dream
The Passionate Equian Soul:
Come and join my paradise
Paradise freely with no price
And we shall live an eternal life
As I perform for you, my wife
Let me show you the real Equos
A land many hold dear and close
Where spirits roam joyful and young
And souls dance to the songs I've sung
Join me in a place undisturbed
A fountain of youth well preserved
Just for you and your elegance
As the sunlight forever dance
Upon my land groomed just for you
A paradise so real and true
Where you can wake up to a view
And love the land you never knew
Take my hand and follow your soul
Enjoy the beach and take a stroll
Enjoy the joy of the nightlife
While embracing the peaceful wildlife
I can be your one and only
I'll live for our future baby
And I'll rejoice for you, my wife
As we live an eternal life
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Comments
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Wow, those are beautiful poems Maghion! You obviously have a talent for writing them! Recently for my creative writing project I wrote a story about racism
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Great job on these Mag. If you have more written, i'd really enjoy those as well.0
