Need Help Deciding Which Is Better...

[ElfTheHunter]

Well, for school (once Xmas break is over) I will need a poem for Language Arts. Luckily there was no subject or criteria it needs to meet, and I asked my teacher if I could use a poem I had written before in my youth (3-4 years ago, ). She said I could, well today I found myself with a hard choice of what to choose, fortunently I wrote many poems back then (must have had a lot of time in my hands) and now I need your opinion to choose which one is better...

All I Know

Sand kicked over the dunes,

A scream; that of a thousand tunes,

All I know is that when she fell

She went to a better place than hell.

Yes- she they had taken,

And my pain and anger they have awakened.

With a flash of a sword,

two lay dead

Another fell like a board,

to the rats they were fed!

But why Sarah!? Why Sarah!?

Because my eyes could not see,

the soldiers behind her and me?

They killed without a sound,

and when I glanced around:

It was too late,

to save her from her fate.

All I know is that when she fell

she went to a better place than hell.

No, the name Sarah has no special meaning, just is a cool name

Every One

Every journey begins sometime, begins somewhere.

Every person has a home, has a choice.

Every word owns a mind, owns a voice.

Every thought pumps some blood, from heart to vein.

Every friendship is a treasured memory, a colored stain.

Every fire brings some heat, brings some silence.

Every land suffers war, must suffer violence.

Every truth ends some fight, ends some strife.

Every light burn some darkness, burns some life.

Every star shines like hope, shines so bright.

Every sword yields it’s glory, yields it’s might.

Every mystery lives it’s shadows, lives on forever.

Every story must come to an end, but will be forgotten never.

Farewell

Gone I am

Back I’ll be

Each other again we’ll see

I don't think this one will work, but my teacher never did give a size limit or requirement

Beyond the ocean’s mystery

From the calm eye of a storm, to the depths of the ocean‘s core.

From the strong brutal waves that cliffs resist,

to the shear power of a current to strong to be held upon a sandy shore.

Always behind lies memory and ahead lies more mist.

Where an empire of eternal greatness that not man himself could create,

The infinite horizon bending water and air, to the quiet peaceful floor.

From shark to dolphin, from plant to fish, life still prevails, still conquers more.

And to the dirges of darkness and the stillness of air above, it all relies on fate.

From minds yet to be born there is a thing yet to be found a name,

From minds of men alive there are secrets yet to unveil.

Either from dark to light or from failure to glory, it all is the same,

Men for now and always will go to farther shores, another ocean sail.

From the shells upon a cool current invading the morning beaches,

to the darkness of depths unknown, man cannot be satisfied,

Knowledge, of things yet not seen, is to man as blood is to leaches,

From lands not walked, to seas not disturbed, man has always been mystified.

And at the brink of discovery, at the threshold of wisdom, for some untold reason,

Man turns to a new crater to explore or a new danger to face,

From questions of death and others of life man will always want to know what is the next season,

But to me it appears he wishes to ask more than to answer an unknown face.

Orchish Proverb

Burn your skin,

eat your eye.

Kill your kin,

curse the sky.

Smash your brain,

drink your blood.

Let it rain,

until the flood.

Crack your bone,

rip your ear.

Die alone,

but never, never fall to fear.

This was done before I read Tolkien, and I have the WarCraft orcs in mind

Seasons

Shining grasses in the windy summer prairie,

sunlight striking air.

Chirp of bird, Laugh of children now made merry.

Smiles kids now wear.

Bright blue skies bending over marveled eyes,

Dances in moonlit nights, Songs through the dying day,

Knowing what awaits, remembering morning May.

Golden sun now shining, the first chilling leaf will fall,

Warning showers of yellow fire,

green not found at all.

At dusk the first frozen tear shall shed,

and the sun shall tire.

Through the Gates of Winter passes time still proud and tall.

Though hard and testing is the time, Lands have found calm and peace.

Warmth has wandered and Sun’s about to sway,

Snowy owl flight now takes.

Kids hide under covers, nature’s turn to play.

Shelter beaver makes,

Over white covered rivers, across frozen lakes,

Soon the fog will part, ‘cause winter’s bout to cease.

But at last morrow’s come, Sun has breached the eastern heaven,

Sound of rivers flowing,

Sun’s strikes the cold, and the deer come into sight.

Life again is growing,

Laughter takes place of quiet, green takes place of white.

Love cracks the remaining ice,

Happiness, even to the smallest mice.

Though not burned the Gates have been shut until the sun grows weary.

But for now the times are merry.

To Give or not to Give

Give a shield to the weak;

And he may not return it for more than a week.

Give a hammer to the toiler;

And he might break your own boiler.

Give a sword to the just;

And you may still not gain his trust.

Give a knife to the sly;

And it might penetrate your own eye.

Give a spear to the harsh;

And he may kill you in an empty marsh.

But give a pen to a writer,

And he can defeat the greatest fighter.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I think whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

Okay, this isn't mine but it's my favorite poem of all and I wanted to bring attention to it!!!!

Wow, reading these I remember spending weeks on them... can't imagine having so much time on my hands, those must have been good days

[Sam]

I voted seasons. Dont really have a reason behind it except that I like it.

[ZeZar]

I really loved Orcish poem or something. Really good

[chichigrande]

I just really liked the orchish proverb.

[ElfTheHunter]

Thanks, yea I myself really like the Orchish Proverb (except for the last line, I think I'll be shortening that sometime).

I dug up to more poems, (to bad I can't add them to the poll)

Meat Cutters

They come to work,

To slaughter and kill,

Everyday, even when ill,

To end lives for pigs and cows,

They make pork for sows.

They leave from work,

and wash their bloody hands,

they stain the towel strands,

only late at night,

they leave death’s cold sight.

They dream at night,

Nightmares stained with blood,

Guts thrown into mud,

Of better places to work,

Of hands clean of smell of pork.

They awake in the morning,

To go slaughter animal,

Go to work as normal,

And do what’s got to be done,

For their wife, daughter and son.

The Irish Father

I toil and toil, the dirt is in my nails,

Hard tough soil, the harsh wind wails,

The burning cold within me, is the sign that death has left.

Through frost and snow, I still work alone,

For the pain I know, is a deafening tone,

The burning cold within me, is the mark that it has missed.

Death’s cold spear, is life’s main cost,

The final tear, is for he whom I lost,

The burning cold within me, is from my own son’s death.

[ZeZar]

Noh... Still like Orcish one best ! ! !