ThePoetOfSteel

 I wake up fresh to morning dew Get up to see something new The birds are singing a new song they made As the stars and the Moon slowly fade The melody carries me to noon The Sun is up, but will set soon The light is warm to the touch I move on slowly, but not by much Sunset is here, setting in low It empowers me, and the energy starts to flow The sky turns to an array of amazing warm hues And that's when the stars get their cues It's night time now, and the Moon is bright Full of soft warm and loving light And will remain till nights end As the Moon sets, and the Sun rises again

My Music As you all know, music is one of the only ways to survive. So, I create music! And my first piece was honestly better than I expected! Please, do take a listen: Life and Energy Royal Ball Getaway (Soundtrack Edition) (Original in that songs description) The One They Call Shadow Morning Mix Playful Playback Chill Out Beat Now, as many of you might know, I play guitar. None of my guitar is heard throughout these, however, as I wanted to get familiar with some of the loops. Now that I have, I will add some guitar next time! If you already have music and you want to share, comment it or contact me! If you want to collab, just let me know through here or on BandLab! That's it for now! Remember folks, stay positive and test negative!

Round 3 Voting! The winner of round 2 is Gabby L, who beat Mirror Ant by 2 votes! Gabby moves on! Final: Gabby vs. Shaly! Vote here ! Gabby L. -  Cloudy Skies Paint me a rainbow, use every single color  Use the memories we’ve strung to hang it up Let your tears fall from your eyelash clouds  And let me paint a smile with all the colors  Of the rainbow on your chapped, thin lips I’ll build you a castle from the drought And we can dance in our puddles of sorrow  And bleed out every hue that ever existed  Light up the hallways with the lightning bolts  And let the thunder be the music in our home Winds like the sweet breath from your lungs  Sweeping away every word you meant to say  Paint me a rainbow, darling, and scare away  The storms that make this fragile house shake  Tell me there’s a rainbow that you’ve hung up for me I built you this place, why would you want to leave?  I blew away t...

Round 2 Voting! The winner of round 1 is Shaly P., who won by a single vote against Golden Ray! Shaly moves on! Next: Gabby vs. Mirror Ant! When done, vote here ! Gabby L. -  Cloudy Skies Paint me a rainbow, use every single color  Use the memories we’ve strung to hang it up Let your tears fall from your eyelash clouds  And let me paint a smile with all the colors  Of the rainbow on your chapped, thin lips I’ll build you a castle from the drought And we can dance in our puddles of sorrow  And bleed out every hue that ever existed  Light up the hallways with the lightning bolts  And let the thunder be the music in our home Winds like the sweet breath from your lungs  Sweeping away every word you meant to say  Paint me a rainbow, darling, and scare away  The storms that make this fragile house shake  Tell me there’s a rainbow that you’ve hung up for me I built you this place, why would you want to...

Voting Time! Round 1! I took WAY too long. Now is the time to vote! Round 1: Golden Ray VS. Shaly P! It'll be a bit different this time. Instead of what I normally do, the poems will be here, not on the voting form. When done, vote here ! Golden Ray: I can never forget you,  Never forgive you.  I can never neglect you,  Never protect you.  I can never talk to you, Never ignore you.  So what can I do, Besides nothing? Shaly P: "Fallen Stars" I want to say those stars above have always shone, Have always lit my home in silvery light, Have always cradled with the moon in the timeline before me, This is to say those before me were in agile perfection, But sometimes those stars didn't dance in pastel colors, Sometimes they fell to the earth and broke like dreams, Sometimes their silver fragments wounded others, Sometimes we bled tears of pain, Sometimes the stars weren't there when water edged the eyes At the mid of night, T...

Oof. Probably should've thought this through. I'll keep the poll open for a little longer, but then in the next day or 2, I'll close it. So, yeah, that's it. Bye.

How else can I put this? Oh, right. No one really cares. :P This is my lowest poll yet! Which, kind of hurts. SOOOO, I have declared a possible cancel! I'll give it a few more days or so. Oh, and if it's cancelled and you don't want your work to go to waste, then comment on if I should post your work! With your permission. Duh. But please check out the Gotta Catch 'Em all posts! I'm trying to make that event as big as possible! 😁 Ok, later everyone!

The Results are in! The Epic Poem Battle is on! That's right, folks! Epic Poem Battle won 50%, Mad Libs got 37.5%, and the Interactive Story fell down to 12.5%. Ouch. So, submit your poem here ! Only 1 response per person please! I trust you all not to do multiple! I would set the submit once setting, but you would have to have a Google Account. Not everyone does, so compatibility here I come! Afterwards, we will vote down to the last 2 poems to see who is the...EPIC POET! Message and data rates may apply. Be sure to visit your local form site for more details. :P

Writers Block By Mark Tarver When there is nothing to write No ideas in sight Don’t know what to do So I look for a clue A hint? A story? Something I haven’t noticed? I have no ideas on my thinking list. Stuck here with nothing write Wow, my “talent” really bites So, nothing to think of All because I have nothing to say, no words to talk I think I have writers block To submit your own work: https://forms.gle/8CpQEB2x4RQu7b717

Happy By Mark Tarver The time is near For you all to cheer So do your best Put your skills to the test Get all that stress off your chest Writers block got you down And you feel like a clown So make your stance And you take a chance To be happy and dance Life has you feeling down Take a big look around The only people living with you Are the one’s you can go to To submit your own work: https://forms.gle/8CpQEB2x4RQu7b717

The Lawn By Mark Tarver “Don’t go on his lawn!” Kate shouted, as I halted to a stop. My favorite soccer ball, with white parts replaced with gray and black parts replaced blue, landed on Mr. Cropper’s lawn, the WORST neighbor ever. “That chump? Please, I’m not afraid of him!” But the truth was that I had slight discomfort with this. He always takes kids toys and never gives them back. Timothy’s trike, Sarah’s football, Jack’s Nerf Laser Ops Pro – any toy, gone. And, yes, he’s a stereotyped neighbor who is rude. And the elderly has an excuse because somethings in the modern age SUCK! But he’s only in his 30’s. And the CREPPY house. It’s an olive green with a red-brown mixed trim, and 2 stories of fear, like 1 wasn’t enough. Also, a tiny statue on the top of his triangle roof of a screaming man holding a “RUN… WHILE YOU CAN!” sign doesn’t help either. OF COURSE, he doesn’t have a drive way, so I can’t hide behind his car for cover. But this soccer ball was a present from my ...

Famous! By Mark Tarver The lights! The camera! AHH, the scene! Someone wants an auto graph But too many flashes of it all And I can’t see the car So I quickly escape the ball I love the fans, really, I do But they seem like too much Too many of them here Can do damage as such Scream fans leaves ringing in the ears So much yelling people hard, generating tears I can’t focus, so many record deals Too much film rights; low lives using me as fame appeal I want to be known, but not this much Take a famous poet or something as such All this stuff, too much to my eye I never wanted to be a Jacksepticeye I must stop this, but a tiny girl wants to see me She wants an autograph and does a squeal I guess this isn’t so bad for this in my hands So I sign the picture, and leave a bright smile for the fans To submit your own work: https://forms.gle/8CpQEB2x4RQu7b717

What Life Is Like By Mark Tarver Life is like a game With levels and stages But through the game Is so many phases Life is like a fire Only more is added to the flame But not for long will it burn For it will die out when tamed Life is like a book So many pages But a story ends eventually And so its ink fades Life is like a flower Blooming so, so tall But soon will droop And petals will start to fall Life starts out little But soon grows up If not careful, it’ll disappear Like a Dad drinking coffee from a cup Life can tire And it can painfully bash A little fire Could cloud you sight with ash Life is a chain Of overlapping people It could be like a movie, with pain Or a good one followed by a secret Life is a pencil It becomes sharp Then becomes dull And shortens to a stop Life is you Life is me Join too And you can truly see! To submit your own work: https://forms.gle/8CpQEB2x4RQu7b717

Chains and Cages By Mark Borne Chains and Cages weigh us down, Yet deep inside, we hold the key. Look around, and you will see, The endless state of mystery.   We writhe and scream, And want to be free. But look around, at what you see, For all around, is mystery. When you see, and see you will, The key is there to be free. And fly we will, and meet the sky, And know no more, the mystery. - Note that that the paragraphs were made like this using the punctuation, I didn’t know how to format it. If Mr. Borne needs it fixed, lemma know in the comments! - To submit a poem: https://forms.gle/QPwfWpjqribkt1JZ8 Born Nexus: https://markswiftnexus.blogspot.com/

The Birth of a Poem By ThePoetOfSteel Starting as an idea then coming to life The birth of a poem is very precise Once was empty, dim and pallid Words are vegetables in its own salad Phrases are used everywhere Popping out, here and there Phrases setting out different tones Some delighting the reader others chilling the bones It is like playing a game for the first time Before it was known, once was a surprise These stories with rhythm and beat Once you to read and take your seat So, when a new poem is ready Open the story and take it steady Cause these don’t approach all the time That’s why it has this intriguing rhyme To submit a poem: https://forms.gle/QPwfWpjqribkt1JZ8

Show Who You Are! By ThePoetOfSteel Don’t be afraid to be you They just can’t see talent that’s true If anything, it’s their problem About who they can’t stop being solemn All the people who make fun of you Try to point only bad things, and there not true So show them what you got You will never want to stop So, show others what you do Don’t let them stomp on you Don’t be afraid to go all this way To show your talents today! They want to pick on the “weak” But they are short of luck, style, and need tweaks And they also need a non-bully job Because they can act like a big snob Want to submit a poem? Submit here! https://forms.gle/eQvaVsavXvxMZTkN7