The Black Cat's Cauldron

KittynMeow SG

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hehehehe... shall collate my morbid collections here... I seem to have a knack for composing morbid poems...keke...

KittynMeow SG

Roses Red

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Dread filled my head
as I thought of you

Snow is white,
Blood is red,
on this pale wight,
your hunger fed.

Night is dark
Day is bright
Death slowly struck
as you took your bite.

Roses are dead
So are violets too
On my blood you fed
The vampire, you.

KittynMeow SG

Going Home

Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.

Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.

Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.

Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home.

[email protected] SG

cool! i love morbid stuff.

tare SG

tis kinda of poems.............. Shocked

like dat also dunnoe should I compliment u on ur talents or not?

KittynMeow SG

hehehe.... commend me for reminding everyone that life is transient?? kekeke Mr. Green

DeadPoet SG

Originally posted by KittynMeow:Going Home

Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.

Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.

Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.

Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home.[/b]

This is one of the best poem I've read so far. (Not because Kitty is my fellow moderator) Mr. Green

Beautifully written, simple words used, yet so intense. It provokes many thoughts in my mind.

Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.

Losing consciousness??? Died from heart attack??? Is he/she alone when this happened? Who is 'it'??? Death??? The illness???

Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.

Moment before his/her death??? He/She died in pain??? Why great despair??? He/She is not ready to died yet???

Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.

He/She is losing his/her conscious??? Why endless night??? Does it mean Death is just the beginning of a new journey???

Memories faded,
as life took flight.

Well said! You are you because of your memories, if you do not have memories, you lose your identity.

Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home.

Why forgotten words??? Nothing is permanent??? Who is 'Your'??? So he/she is not alone when he/she died??? Or we are talking about a loved one visiting the grave??? So she/he is buried???

Lastly, 'as Death took me home', home to where??? Heaven???

So many things come to my mind when I read this. Must put in HOI. Mr. Green

True_Xerion SG

more kitty more!!

KittynMeow SG

Is that an image in the mirror I see?

Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The twinkling eyes, the mischief within,
That looks beyond red sunsets on the sandy beach
Who could it be, if not me?

Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The freckled cheeks, that my sweetheart had kissed,
That blush with thoughts of returning to romantic bliss
Who could it be, if not me?

Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The gangling arms that climbed many a tree,
That bruises and cuts from fights and hardship receive
Who could it be, if not me?

That is not an image in the mirror I see.
With a blistering blast and a warriors scream
A bullet shot that tore through my spleen.
That was not me, nor an image I see.

DeadPoet SG

Dear kitty, er…. last part I don’t quite understand. What did you see in the mirror?

KittynMeow SG

the last part said: "That is not an image in the mirror i see"

this was inspired by one of Yeat's poems that i read some years ago....sort of remembered it when watching one episode of Band of Brothers and wrote my own version. try figure out what the story is about... kekeke

just recalled the title: "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" by William B Yeats.... the other poem similar to this is "The Man He KIlled" by Thomas Hardy

DeadPoet SG

He was killed in the war??? Saw the image of his ghost???

KittynMeow SG

more like saw an enemy soldier, just as young, innocent and drawn into war as he is.

DeadPoet SG

oic, I am almost correct. Mr. Green

KittynMeow SG

ok.. this is a little wee bit egoistic.... but boss not ard and I'm frus with work.... what to do... kekeke Twisted Evil

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The Black Cats Cauldron

A sprinkle of words,
An ounce of rhyme,
Toss in a sauce of imagery
thats vivid in your mind.

Pour in a bowl of feelings,
Especially those that make you cry,
Stir in a dose of depression
and the mix is ready to fry.

A generous pinch of sarcasm
and wit that will surprise
In The Black Cats Cauldron,
your morbid poems are the prize.

DeadPoet SG

Originally posted by KittynMeow:
ok.. this is a little wee bit egoistic.... but boss not ard and I'm frus with work.... what to do... kekeke

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[b]The Black Cats Cauldron

A sprinkle of words,
An ounce of rhyme,
Toss in a sauce of imagery
thats vivid in your mind.

Pour in a bowl of feelings,
Especially those that make you cry,
Stir in a dose of depression
and the mix is ready to fry.

A generous pinch of sarcasm
and wit that will surprise
In The Black Cats Cauldron,
your morbid poems are the prize.
[/b]

Cooking something??? Yum yum, me hungry for dinner. Mr. Green

KittynMeow SG

since there's quite a lot of morbidity around recently.....
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True Love

Your large bright eyes, intelligent and clear,
sees through my shield of insecurity and fear.

Your soothing words, truthful and sincere
melts away my defences that guards my heart dear.

Your steady arms, comforting and strong
assures me that with you around, nothing goes wrong

Your gentle touch, caring and tender
mends the scars that past hurts did render

Your loving heart, enduring and forgiving
awaits the love of a heart that's long been grieving

O wretched heart,
discard nightmares of ages past
Start anew in hope and trust
for true love to grow at last.

KittynMeow SG

Angry Regrets
Brows furrowed,
Eyes narrowed,
Our gaze grew stern,
A feverish heat burned,
Angry words spewed forth to smart,
Words that were never from the heart.

Tears burned,
Faces turned,
We both got curt,
And feelings got hurt,
Speechlessly we grew distant,
All good times forgotten in an instant.

Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
Were too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.

DeadPoet SG

You know something, you are really good at describing feeling, example, fear, anger, etc. Usually in a just a few lines, you manage to bring out the essence of the situation. And usually they are very clearly divided in different stages.

But it is really sad that,

Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
Were too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.

Is it really too late to patch things up?

KittynMeow SG

Originally posted by DeadPoet:
You know something, you are really good at describing feeling, example, fear, anger, etc. Usually in a just a few lines, you manage to bring out the essence of the situation. And usually they are very clearly divided in different stages.

But it is really sad that,

[b]Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
Were too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.

Is it really too late to patch things up?
[/b]

mebbe cos I've been through more than my fair share in certain things...

i took inspiration from several stages of my life... the particular stage this stanza referred to... well yes... too late... cos he's married. Smile but we're still frens.