Can We Talk About Poetry?

[paranoid marvin]

I think it's Senryu.

Thanks!

 

[Ian Fortytwo]

Whispers of the Mountain.

In the shadow of the mountain tall,
Where whispers of the ancients call,
Two travelers brave, their hearts alight,
Set forth upon the stony height.

The path was steep, the air was thin,
Yet onward they pressed, determined to win,
For at the peak, a shrine did stand,
Built by some long-forgotten hand.

The wind did howl, the clouds did weave,
A tapestry of dreams believed,
The sun peeked through with golden grace,
To light their path, to guide their pace.

With each step taken, tales were spun,
Of battles lost and victories won,
Of love that bloomed and hearts that broke,
Of ancient oaths and words once spoke.

At last, they reached the hallowed ground,
Where silence reigned, a sacred sound,
The shrine stood proud against the sky,
A testament to days gone by.

They knelt in awe and whispered prayer,
In reverence of the spirits there,
And in that moment, time stood still,
Upon the mountain, hearts fulfilled.

Then down they went, with souls renewed,
The mountain’s secrets held, imbued,
And though the journey now was past,
The bond they forged would ever last.

In the shadow of the mountain tall,
Where whispers of the ancients call,
Two travelers found what they did seek,
Upon the heights, the mountain's peak.

 

[Ian Fortytwo]

Ballad of the Brave and the Bold.

In a land where the shadows dance,
By the mountains high and the rivers’ glance,
There lived a knight with a heart of gold,
Sir Cedric, whose tales are forever told.

With armour bright and sword in hand,
He roamed the valleys, a protector so grand,
For in the dark, a dragon did soar,
Its fiery breath struck fear to the core.

Upon a hill where the wildflowers bloom,
In a tower of stone, sealed in gloom,
A damsel named Elara wept and sighed,
For the dragon had taken her far from her pride.

“Fear not, sweet maiden, for I shall not rest,
I’ll face the fierce beast, I’ll conquer the quest!
With courage, my shield and valour my steed,
To rescue you, love, is my heart’s greatest need.”

Through the forest deep and the valley wide,
Sir Cedric rode forth with his steadfast pride,
The whispers of legends echoed in the air,
As he vowed to return with the maiden so fair.

The dragon, fierce as a stormy night,
Guarded the tower with scales of fright,
Its eyes like embers, its roar a quake,
But Sir Cedric stood firm, no fear would he take.

“Come forth, great beast, I challenge your might!
Release the fair maiden, for this is her right!”
With a clash and a clash, the battle began,
The knight and the dragon, two forces of man.

They fought through the dusk, the clash of the steel,
With each mighty blow, the earth seemed to reel,
But Cedric’s heart soared, fueled by his quest,
For the love of Elara ignited his zest.

At last, with a strike, he found the weak spot,
The dragon roared loud, yet he would not be caught.
With one final blow, the beast fell to rest,
And Sir Cedric, triumphant, had passed the great test.

He rushed to the tower, heart pounding with glee,
“Dear Elara, my love, you are finally free!”
With tears in her eyes and a smile so bright,
She welcomed her hero, her gallant knight.

They rode through the valleys, hand in hand,
A tale of true love, forever to stand,
For in every heart where bravery lies,
There’s a knight, a damsel, and love that never dies.

So sing of the dragons, the knights, and the quest,
Of courage and love, and the hearts that are blessed,
In a land where the shadows dance and play,
True heroes arise—come what may!