Disclaimers: No people, I don't own Gundam Wing. But that guy over there might! *points to random guy on the street*
Notes: I like this one. ^_^ A lot of my poems I don't like. This one I like. I give it a personal score of...80%. Hehe, it's bad when you grade your poems...^_^*** The war in this is a totally different war than in the series or in EW. Let's just say that humanity's violent nature rises again. No warnings! I was a good girl this time!
Ageless Children
Misty H
The shining pearl of glimmering gold
Stumbles down the forgotten face
As history repeats itself and the clock ticks on
Rainbows aging like yellowed lace.
Why, why? the children wail to the sky
The Earth spins madly through the air
Old and young run through the streets in fear of themselves
Widows slump over in despair.
Endless rhythm and eternal waltz
Wind that sings through the ancient trees
Hush, hush, my child, and dream of things that will not be
Keep your world far away from me.
The weeping willow that sheds no tears
Shelters the children who walk alone
Their faces drawn and worn, they huddle in the night
Blocking from their minds dying moans.
The five look gravely from one to all
And then left without any hope
They gaze at the glittering diamonds far away
Giving their hearts time to cope.
A master of shadows, deadly ace
With purple eyes that burn so cold
His soul tears in two for the things he will conclude
The God of Death has grown too old.
Another sits rocking on the grass
The cool blades beneath his small feet
Bright blues eyes fill with tears and he sobs ceaselessly
The Nurturer of Peace is beat.
The rage of war is gone from him
The one that stood distant, forlorn
The lone Dragon spits not his hatred anymore
The Bearer of Justice mourns.
The silent chameleon rests away
Yet through his distance he belongs
Inside he bleeds for all the ones that die unheard
The Clown whispers their silenced songs.
At the head, the world's hidden pillar
He swept peace in with his steel will
But the renowned Perfect Soldier exists no more
The Angel of Space cuts the deals.
They stand together, forgotten boys
One in five, five becoming one
And two pairs of blue, one black, one green, one purple
Lock with the coming of the sun.
It is time, and the snowy dove sighs
Their retreating backs disappear
The sweetly dewed meadow and the lake of pale gold
The willow tree cries for lost years.
Forward they march, the thin light stronger
It gains brightness as they move on
The world they fought so hard to protect is choking
With bloodied bodies piled on lawns.
The five have given up their short lives
To give the human race back peace
But now they have to fight again, slowly dying
Because the brutal wars won't cease.
The God of Death no longer smiles bright
His walk is heavy and weary.
The Nurturer of Peace no longer laughs sweetly
His hollowed out face is eerie.
The Bearer of Justice speaks no more
His passion was lost long ago.
The slender Clown stumbles through the vicious battles
His head is bowed, his eyes are low.
And as for the small Angel of Space
The glow around him has faded.
He dreams only of nightmares, he sheds crystal tears
The killing has made him jaded.
But in the middle of summer's night
Visiting on the river's bend
A willow leans lovingly over a group of five
Hiding the hearts that cannot mend.
July 22, 2001
***
I don't know...I might eventually decide to add more to it, which means I'll repost it. Hmm. Something to think about. Tell me what you think! I live off of your comments! Thank you!
Notes: I like this one. ^_^ A lot of my poems I don't like. This one I like. I give it a personal score of...80%. Hehe, it's bad when you grade your poems...^_^*** The war in this is a totally different war than in the series or in EW. Let's just say that humanity's violent nature rises again. No warnings! I was a good girl this time!
Ageless Children
Misty H
The shining pearl of glimmering gold
Stumbles down the forgotten face
As history repeats itself and the clock ticks on
Rainbows aging like yellowed lace.
Why, why? the children wail to the sky
The Earth spins madly through the air
Old and young run through the streets in fear of themselves
Widows slump over in despair.
Endless rhythm and eternal waltz
Wind that sings through the ancient trees
Hush, hush, my child, and dream of things that will not be
Keep your world far away from me.
The weeping willow that sheds no tears
Shelters the children who walk alone
Their faces drawn and worn, they huddle in the night
Blocking from their minds dying moans.
The five look gravely from one to all
And then left without any hope
They gaze at the glittering diamonds far away
Giving their hearts time to cope.
A master of shadows, deadly ace
With purple eyes that burn so cold
His soul tears in two for the things he will conclude
The God of Death has grown too old.
Another sits rocking on the grass
The cool blades beneath his small feet
Bright blues eyes fill with tears and he sobs ceaselessly
The Nurturer of Peace is beat.
The rage of war is gone from him
The one that stood distant, forlorn
The lone Dragon spits not his hatred anymore
The Bearer of Justice mourns.
The silent chameleon rests away
Yet through his distance he belongs
Inside he bleeds for all the ones that die unheard
The Clown whispers their silenced songs.
At the head, the world's hidden pillar
He swept peace in with his steel will
But the renowned Perfect Soldier exists no more
The Angel of Space cuts the deals.
They stand together, forgotten boys
One in five, five becoming one
And two pairs of blue, one black, one green, one purple
Lock with the coming of the sun.
It is time, and the snowy dove sighs
Their retreating backs disappear
The sweetly dewed meadow and the lake of pale gold
The willow tree cries for lost years.
Forward they march, the thin light stronger
It gains brightness as they move on
The world they fought so hard to protect is choking
With bloodied bodies piled on lawns.
The five have given up their short lives
To give the human race back peace
But now they have to fight again, slowly dying
Because the brutal wars won't cease.
The God of Death no longer smiles bright
His walk is heavy and weary.
The Nurturer of Peace no longer laughs sweetly
His hollowed out face is eerie.
The Bearer of Justice speaks no more
His passion was lost long ago.
The slender Clown stumbles through the vicious battles
His head is bowed, his eyes are low.
And as for the small Angel of Space
The glow around him has faded.
He dreams only of nightmares, he sheds crystal tears
The killing has made him jaded.
But in the middle of summer's night
Visiting on the river's bend
A willow leans lovingly over a group of five
Hiding the hearts that cannot mend.
July 22, 2001
***
I don't know...I might eventually decide to add more to it, which means I'll repost it. Hmm. Something to think about. Tell me what you think! I live off of your comments! Thank you!