Hey guys,
I'm really no good at poetry, but I had an idea about a poem and it they just kept coming. So, I have three poems, all based on KotOR, and nothing to do with them. Plus I'm bored, so that doesn't help. Anyway, I figured I would share them with you.
Feel free to comment or post Poetry of your own, KotOR related or not.
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(Oh, by the way, they're each about a character(s) from KotOR, duh, but can you recognize which ones? They're kinda obvious, but still...)
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Two Lives~
Two lives,
Separate and strong,
Tied together,
By one powerful bond.
One a woman,
The other a man,
They both meet,
Forming a small band.
They collect a motley crew of friends,
And travel from place to place,
But as they travel, something happens,
Unnoticed through their haste.
The two grew closer and closer,
Becoming good friends, thereof,
And before they could stop it,
They fell in the forbidden love.
Afraid, she tried to run,
But had no where to go,
She was needed there,
She couldn’t leave, because she knew it was so.
He became nervous,
It wasn’t supposed to be this way,
He should be able to let go easily,
But she still held him under her sway.
Unsure of what to do,
They took a vow,
To refrain from spending time together,
Keeping them apart…for now.
Despite their promise,
Neither could fight it.
Why was it so hard?
They just couldn’t stop it.
She tried to dissuade it,
But was still distraught,
She could not help herself,
Her heart leapt even at the thought.
He stood, gazing at her,
His imagination running wild,
What it would be like,
Them together, even for a while.
She tried to use what she was taught,
He spilled his heart of this,
She couldn’t resist,
And they shared Love’s first kiss.
Before they knew it,
Darkness had closed in,
The enemy had found them,
They were all looking for her and him.
When he was threatened,
By an enemy of old,
She feared for his life,
And charged into battle, against what she was told.
Locked on the outside, she on the inside,
He wept bitter tears,
Repeating her name,
The worst has befallen her, he fears.
He wouldn’t give up,
He couldn’t give up,
He continued on,
Looking for a way to help.
Meanwhile, she suffered.
Pain came daily,
As the enemy tried to convert her,
She resisted, but her faith was failing.
Finally, on the last battle ground,
One of Dark, one of Light,
They meet again,
To share one last fight.
Pitted against each other,
Her scarred mind, bruised by anger and pain,
Took delight,
In the idea of his body lying at her feet.
Desperately, he fought against her,
Only in defense,
Trying to free her locked soul,
He tried to give her sense.
Slowly, she yielded to him,
Letting him be her cure,
She asked him one last question,
Did he still love her?
Taken aback by her question,
He paused for a moment,
Then told her that there was no way he couldn’t,
No matter how hard he tried, he always would.
Two lives,
Separate and strong,
Tied together,
By one powerful bond.
My Homeland~
The battle comes,
One of Light, one of Dark,
Shall clash in my home.
A gun at my side, throttle in my hand,
I rush to their aid,
Coming to my homeland.
Fires rage and lightning strikes,
Chaos ensues,
Blood leaks as many fight.
Back, back, they flee in fright,
The invaders run,
For once, we’ve won the fight.
My weary eyes search,
Stumbling through the ruins,
The ground before me seems to lurch.
I fall, I hit the ground,
Pain of one dying,
T’was then that I heard the sound.
A curdling scream of fright,
So familiar,
A call of help in the night.
It couldn’t be, no,
Not my wife,
It wouldn’t be.
Yet I stood, following the voice,
Indeed, t’was her,
Why was she Death’s choice?
I scream for aid,
As dozens run about me,
Yet I knew it was too late.
Now, gun in hand,
I stand alone,
Fighting to save my homeland.
A Flower For You~
A flower for you, my love,
A symbol of beauty,
A symbol of love;
Keep it close,
And keep memories of me kind,
A flower for you, my love,
And remember the one you left behind.
hey COOL! i dint know you wrote poetry, this is awesome. not like those crappy poems people twice your age write. we have to study poems that does not make sense or that makes sense and is proved dumb im sure if we were given one of your poems, wed ace the exam. theyre great!
and poem one speaks of:
Bastila and Revan
poem 2:
Carth
third one i couldnt figure out. keep it coming.
Hey, so now your a Delta Squad, eh? Cool.
Anyway, we've got the same problem, though most of our poems make some sense. My fave that we've read so far is The Highway Man...umm...couldn't tell you who wrote it, but....
Yeah, first is correct and second is correct. Oh c'mon, you should be able to get the third. I admit its a bit vauge, but....let me help you out. Its from someone, to another...:
And remember the one you left behind.
still dont get it. is it
Jolee?
Heheh, sorry, but no. Here's another hint: it is about two people from one of the earlier poems. If you don't get that, well then it must be more vauge than I thought...heheheh...
Carth and female revan?
im not sure.
Ding ding ding, we have a winner
He He! This reminds me of the time when I was playing Light Side Male Exile. I got 100% influence with the Handmaiden, and I got this strange dialog option:
"This might sound strange but, don't you happen to know Echani poetry?"
I picked that and she started reciting a poem. I killed myself LAUGHING. I don't know how it went, but it was funny.
Really? Hmm...never seen that option before, but it sounds funny!
Kewl!
The poem with Hanmaiden is hillarious! If you insult here though, by laughing, she gets really ticked.
i thought of posting my own poetry here, comes in next post. altough, if u dont want it to be here, i can remove it and post it in another thread.
no, go right ahead!
Feel free to comment or post Poetry of your own, KotOR related or not.
:D
right, thanx, here it is, tell me what u think.
WARNING!! SPOILERS INSIDE!!
KotOR through Juhani's eyes
A Jedi I am,
taken from my homeworld.
I was to be trained,
against the Dark Jedi.
The Sith turned offensive,
brutal, rash and ruthless.
They destroyed my dear homeworld,
with excellent precision.
I felt anger,
day and night.
But I controlled it,
I put up a good fight.
Alas, it was not enough,
for I was too weak.
My dear Master,
cooked up a new teach.
She provoked me,
into a fight.
I did not want to,
but she died outright.
The anger I felt,
boiling my blood.
I knew I could never return,
and took my leave of them.
I used my powers to muddle the minds,
of already senseless beasts.
They attacked everyone in sight,
including, sometimes, me.
Then along came a Jedi,
and disturbed my meditation.
I screamed out in anger,
and rushed in for the kill.
Once again I was proved weak,
as the Jedi defeated me.
The Jedi slashed and swiped,
and almost killed me.
I yielded to the Jedi,
and asked him what he wanted.
The Jedi told me to return,
I would be forgiven by those I had endangered.
I thanked him for his kind words,
and ran back to the Enclave.
I pleaded with the Masters,
and was reinstated.
The Jedi completed his training,
strong he would be.
As a last favour, I asked,
the Masters to send me with him.
The Masters debated,
while the Jedi waited.
They finally agreed,
and told me to go with him.
I thanked them profusely,
for the chance they had given me.
To prove myself worthy,
it would not be wasted.
I traveled with the Jedi,
to various worlds.
We made new friends,
and discovered some strange things.
The Star Maps they were called,
one on each planet.
The planets of Tatooine, Manann,
Kashyyyk and Korriban.
The Jedi found the first three successfully,
on the first three planets.
On the way to Korriban, sadly,
the Sith caught us at last.
The Sith Admiral, Karath captured us,
and tortured the Jedi.
Along with Carth and Bastila,
but he held strong and stayed silent.
One of our group, the smart one,
broke out of prison, and came to our aid.
The person explored the rooms ahead,
and finally set us free.
Canderous, our Mandalorian friend,
took command and led us to the ship.
The Jedi and his friends sought out Karath,
to make him pay for his deeds and escape.
The Admiral faced his pupil, Carth in combat,
and was defeated in a snap.
And there he told him a shocking truth,
that we came to know of later.
The Jedi and his friends were very close,
to the beautiful ship of ours.
They opened the bay doors,
and ran to join us in haste.
The sub-doors open and there stepped out,
the Dark Lord of the Sith.
He refreshed the Jedi’s memory,
and showed him that he was Revan.
The Jedi and Malak fought each other hard,
Master and Apprentice, the fight was truly long.
Then Bastila recovered, from Malak’s influence.
she took on the Dark Lord alone, helping the Jedi escape.
Revan and Carth,
together they ran.
To the ship of ours,
and fled the battleship in pain.
They broke the news to the eager group,
of the Jedi and Bastila.
The Jedi was Revan,
and Bastila was gone.
We came upon Korriban,
a place of the Dark.
Revan ignored all taunts,
and completed our quest.
We discovered where the Star Forge was,
with all the data.
It was near the center of the Galaxy,
in the Unknown Regions.
Revan powered the Ebon Hawk up,
we flew to the new planet.
Bang and crash,
we faced problems again.
The Ebon Hawk was ruined, but,
Carth, our hero pilot was there.
He took the ships controls,
and delivered us down safely.
The ship of ours had encountered a huge planetary field,
our job was to disable it or we would stay forever.
Revan took off in search,
of the controls for the field and some parts for our ship.
He encountered a strange species of sentients, the Rakata,
but, fortunately, could understand them.
They asked him to do a job for them,
eradicate the One.
Revan wanted something in return,
he asked the Elders for it.
He wanted to enter the Temple,
and deactivate the shield.
The Elders agreed,
Revan went.
The One was destroyed in a long battle,
Revan came back.
The Elders ushered him to the Temple grounds,
and began an ancient ritual.
Revan stood alone, waiting,
for only one must enter the Temple.
Suddenly the priests stopped,
for he saw one was coming.
Not one, but two,
it was Jolee and I who were seen.
Revan argued with us for a while,
we could not go with him.
Jolee argued back,
and showed Revan some sense.
Revan then argued with the priests,
we had to go in with him.
The priests were uncertain, but finally gave in,
they completed their ritual and let us go in.
The Temple was very quiet,
as we sneaked around.
A few Sith were there,
in that Temple sound.
Some discovered us,
and we fought with them.
Revan was stronger,
and we all cut them down.
We talked to a computer,
and unlocked a door.
We went back to it,
and went through it to our fate.
We came to the top,
of the ancient Rakata Temple.
And there stood our friend Jedi,
Bastila, a little changed.
I urged her to follow hurriedly,
but I was wrong again.
Our dear friend, Bastila,
had joined Malak and the Sith.
We fought in yet another duel,
Revan overcame her.
She tried to turn him as she was turned,
But Revan was not listening.
Bastila pushed us away with the Force,
she ran to her escape ship and fled the planet fast.
Revan recovered quickly from the battle,
hurt inside more than outside.
He disabled the accursed field,
that had brought us down.
He picked up some parts from a bin,
and returned to our ship.
Our friends waited outside the Hawk,
talking to each other.
When they saw us, they cried out,
and asked us what had happened.
Revan explained to them,
in a very weary tone.
Bastila was a Jedi no more,
she was a Sith to be destroyed.
Revan quickly fixed the ship,
and we could fly again.
Carth took us off the planet,
to our destiny’s end.
He sent the coordinates of the Star Forge,
to dear Admiral Dodonna.
Bless her and the Republic fleet,
we hoped they’d come quickly.
We made it into the Star Forge,
an ancient, yet effective thing.
Along with several Jedi,
who had come in through with us.
Revan went in the Forge with friends to help,
him with his quest.
To find and kill Malak,
and maybe turn back Bastila.
Revan was pushed against,
many Sith troops, left and right.
Droids, dark Jedi and soldiers alike,
they were no match for him at all.
Finally, he came upon his friend,
Bastila stood all alone, Battle Meditation in progress.
She looked up and took her saber,
locking the door behind him.
Revan was trapped,
his friends on the other side of the door.
Bastila attacked with fury and hate,
Revan fought in peace.
Revan and Bastila fought many times,
three, to be precise.
The third time, Revan defeated her,
and spared her valuable life.
Revan won back his charming friend,
from the destructive Sith.
She asked him one final question,
before she meditated again.
Revan thought it was silly,
such a silly question.
Of course he loved her,
she was something he could not do without.
She Meditated again,
this time for the Republic,
Doddona’s fleet began to win,
they struck out in joy.
Revan progressed further ahead,
to the ultimate ending.
Of one life,
either his, or Malak’s pending.
Malak threw droids at Revan,
while he escaped away.
The droids Revan pulverized,
by destroying the generators.
He ran up to the elevator,
that took him to the top.
The fight of his lifetime, Master against Apprentice,
had just about begun.
Malak conversed with him for a while,
then ignited his saber.
Revan did just the same,
they both leapt at each other.
Malak fought unfairly,
taking advantage of the Forge.
He drew upon the power of dead Jedi,
their Force potential held by the Forge.
Revan was disgusted by this,
he sought a way to free them.
An idea clicked,
He destroyed the machine with the Force.
Along battle they fought,
Revan versus Malak.
Finally, a flaw in Malak’s swipe,
and Revan cut him down.
Malak refused to turn,
even at his death.
He died at Revan’s feet,
lost forever to the Light
Revan returned to our ship,
bringing his love, Bastila.
We all enjoyed a joyful moment,
then took off as the Forge blew apart.
This is the story that changed my life,
and the lives of many others.
Including my friend Dak Vesser,
the one I had studied with.
Revan is a great man,
he took off on a quest.
This one more dangerous,
than Malak and the Sith.
I went off in the Galaxy,
roaming here and there,
In my mind I know that, there,
out there, Revan fights evil to the finish.
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they dont rhyme very well, but i think its a good effort.
Yeah, it was pretty good. Though next time I suggest that you pick one format or the other. Here, you would probably have been better off with just the Freeverse, instead of rhyming only every other verse or so. But, yeah it was good!! A cookie for you (lol) :D
thanks. that was my very first poem that got to eight pages in word :D
yay! tasty cookie! *crunch* *munch* *gulp*
"Ahh, tasty"
*super fastly goes to sllep with his head whacking the table*
you get what i mean.
if not,
hint: drink
:D
Lol!! Yeah, I think that my interpretation of KotOR from Revan + Bastila's point of veiw was a good four or five pages, I'm not sure. But that's a pretty long poem, I gotta admit...
did you get the "drink" message? heh heh :D
Oh don't worry, i got it...lol
Good poetry, though I'm not a poetry fan so I don't know what I'm talking about ;). Keep up the great work!
thanx (if youre talkin about mine). i was thinking of writing more "KotOR through ---- eyes" poems. you think?
Sure why not. I might write some more, I might not. Usually it comes 'spur of the moment' kinda thing...
ill do carth's version next.
thats still on hold.
heres a Jingle Bells spoof my friend and i made for you guys to enjoy, i think you'll find it pretty funny.
Jingle Bells v1.5
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Santa Clause is dead,
teddy bears, teddy bears shot him in the head,
Barbie doll, Barbie doll tried to save the day,
but teddy bears teddy bears killed her in the same way.
So dashing through the snow,
in a half-broken sled,
Over the fields we go,
crying all the way.
The snow is turning red,
I think I must be dead,
I find myself in the hospital with stitches on my head.
how do you like it? :D
:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl: That was good :)
thanks, ill pass on the message to my friend. hopefully the others here will like it too.
So dashing through the snow,
in a half-broken sled,
Over the fields we go,
crying all the way.
The snow is turning red,
I think I must be dead,
I find myself in the hospital with stitches on my head.
The version I heard first:
Dashing through the snow
on a pair of broken skis
over the hills we go
crashing into trees
the ground is turning red
I think I'm almost dead
Id rather spend Christmas eve resting my bed
actually, me and my pal modded that one, though i still wanted to keep it. that cracked me up when my friend showed it to me :D
the actual version was:
So dashing through the snow,
in a half-broken sled,
Over the fields we go,
crying all the way.
The snow is turning red,
I think I'm half-dead,
I find myself in the hospital with santa on my bed
yall ppl are retarded but its funny
^You said 'yall people' and you're calling us retarded? Yall means 'you all', so it should've been 'Y'all are retarded' or 'You people are retarded'.
^I live to correct the new folks ;)
he said he lives to correct new folks so he'll die if he stops :D
Okay guys, here's a dumb little thing I did for school...its a riddle, and some literature knowlage is kinda needed to figure it out :D
Who am I?
Dare you guess?
Do you know?
Perhaps some clues shall inform the best…
My black wings beat
Against a darkening sky,
As I weave tales of beating hearts
And an old man’s eye.
Those tales of Fairyland,
So sweet, so pure!
There you shall find me,
Dwelling evermore.
Nor shall I forget,
My sweet Annabel Lee,
Or the perfect love we shared,
In a Kingdom by the Sea.
Or as I heard a heavenly song,
Even though in darkness I dwell,
I can still hear the song
Of the angel Israfel.
Or my beautiful Annie,
Thinking, as I lay on my bed,
That my soul has gone west,
To the place of the dead.
But lo! Hear the bells!
Brazen, Iron, Silver, Golden bells!
Men fall deep within the spell,
Of those magical tones of bells.
My tales have even fallen
In the Valley of the Shadow
In a knight’s valiant search
For the city of Eldorado.
Or through those several worlds
Oh, they all seem of dreams
But perhaps everything we see
Is simply a dream within a dream.
But who is that now,
Is it a god I see? Nay,
But ‘tis close,
‘Tis the beauteous Isadore.
Think you know me now?
No?
Perhaps I’ll introduce myself.
My name is Edgar Allen Poe.
thats great1
and whaddaya know? my sister's name is Annie :D