Into The Trap

Well I've been meaning to write poems about Skulduggery Pleasant characters ever since I joined the blog. But I've always been a bit scared on how they'll turn out. This is the first one that I found to be satisfactory. I'm still nervous about actually posting it. Not sure if it portrays her correctly. Constructive criticism is most definately wanted.

Enjoy!

Into the Trap

The epitome of elegance

Iridescence incarnate

Magniloquent, delightful

The most beautiful woman in the world

Exquisite and delicate

Wondrous and breathtaking

She is paragon of perfection
Splendour unfurled

Purveyor of secrets of knowledge and power

Hoarder of artefacts, collector of tomes

Eyes of palest blue, hair blacker than a raven’s wing

Loquacious and sesquipedalian

Amorous, breathtaking

A libraryrinth is the heart of her homes

Adored by all who see her

Loved by each soul

She fills them with passion

They’re hers to control

She takes what she wants from them

For all they desire

Is to please China Sorrows

It’s what they aspire

Calm and collected

Never perturbed

How can one who knows everything

Ever be disturbed?

Never to be trusted

Don’t tell her your name

For all that she does

Is for her own gain

Neutral as always

Not one to act

No friends to fail

No lives to impact

Her magic is symbols

They’re all that she needs

From boiling a kettle

 Heals her when she bleeds

Ruthless and heartless

She’ll do what she must

To ensure her own safety

Through violence or lust

Her secrets her own

Her intents unknown

Yet to trust the untrustworthy

Is inevitably prone

Led the Diablerie

Worshiped cruel gods

Abandoned her beliefs

Against all the odds

Bliss was her brother

And though he is dead

China tried to kill him

Gods succeeded instead

For her deadliest secret

Her one single fear

The sentence that never

Should Skulduggery hear

“China Sorrows, China Sorrows

She’s the one

Nefarian Serpine killed Skulduggery Pleasant

But China Sorrows led his family

Into the trap”

The Poems That Had No Votes

Well the title is almost true. The first two poems got one vote each. But the rest had none.

Anyway enjoy the last 9 poems.

Poem 11- Lexicon Elixir (age 14)

Lexicon Elixir

I’m making a spectacular elixir

I’m using a vast lexicon

By the time I have finished the elixir

Most of the lexicon will be gone

I’ll start off nice and simple

But get ever more complicated

And by the time I’ve finished

You’ll be completely befuddled

My elixir shall have a box

Containing a fabulous paradox

And also winter’s equinox

Poem 14- Meteor- (age 14)

Meteor

A flash of light enters the sky

As a rock with a blazing tale goes by

As a fiery rent breaks up the clouds

And a whistling sound is heard

A meteor

It’s surface is craggy with craters and hills

All burning with fire and lights

As they spread out behind it

In a rainbow of flames

A crackling inferno

And it shrinks as it travels

It gradually shrivels

To a rock

And it crashes into the Earth

With giant billows of dust

And expires

Poem 7- Finding a Nutterjack (age 14)- First in Nutterjack Quartet

Finding a Nutterjack

One day I found a Nutterjack

I don’t know what it is

But apparently I found one

As the poem says I did

Poem 18- Ode to a Nutterjack (age 14) Second poem in Nutterjack Quartet

Ode to A Nutterjack

I found another Nutterjack

To him I dedicate this ode

As I found out what a Nutterjack is

It’s simply a rare type of toad

Poem 31- The Nutterjack (age 14) Third poem in the Nutterjack Quartet

The Nutterjack

I keep on finding Nutterjacks

As this one brings it up to three

Instead of keeping it in a cage

I’ve let it roam wild and free

Poem 17- Nutterjacks Forever (age 14)- The final poem in the Nutterjack Quartet

Nutterjacks Forever

This is the last Nutterjack that I ever found

And with this I conclude all my odes

The Nutterjacks survived till the end of the world

And my next poem’s all about toads.

Poem 21- Poppies (age 14)

Poppies

As the blood red poppies bob in the breeze

Sprinkled through the fields of corn

They are joyful and happy

Swaying in the dawn

Of the summer skies

The individual petals

Crimson like cherries

Form a flower

As beautiful as the prairies

From whence they came

Poem 24- Seven Wonders (age 14)

Seven Wonders

The Mausoleum of Maussollos

And down in Rhodes we’ve a Colossus

There is the Temple of Artemis

While Egypt has Great Pyramids

We’ve three more wanders that’s the truth

A statue of the Great God Zeus

We also have a great idea

A lighthouse in Alexandria

Our final wonder the very last one

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Poem 29- The Iceberg (age 14)

The Iceberg

Its sereneness and beauty is not what it seems

As it floats on a sea, crystal clear

As above it is white as a pearl, shining bright

But below it it chaos and fear

Let us take the unsinkable ship, (but it sank)

The ship that was known as The Titanic

It was steaming along with no fear in the world

Iceberg hits, and there’s terror and panic

So there you have it. Those are the 40 poems written before I joined the blog. You have now seen every poem I've ever written (sort of. Remember the 22 I'm not sharing? Yet.) I hope you had fun reading them all.

A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here

Well. This poem is for Quinnera and is in reply for a wonderful poem about me that she wrote.
This poem has many many references. In fact the poem is probably more reference than poem. I couldn't have fit in any more references if I tried (I know because I tried). Whoever can find all the references wins a prize! (You must quote the line and what it references to be eligible). There are 23 hidden away. Yes. 23. Anway I hope you enjoy it. (Well if you count the things being referenced to then there's only 22- one thing is refered to twice.)

A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here

I accept your gracious offer

Of this wondrous glorious flight

We will always be together

Through brightest day and blackest night

We’d soar throughout the stars

We’d visit every one

And the crimson sphere of Mars

Is where our trip had just begun

With that visit to Pigfarts

But we wouldn’t teach plain old wizardry

Let us teach the greater magics

Those of music and of poetry

Of course we’d ride upon the back

Of lion Rumbleroar

 Along with Albus Percival Wulfric

 Brian Dumbledore

No words can be more meaningful

Than Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak

Are any words more beautiful?

More moving? More oblique?       

Except for doorknob ankle cold

Those words are rather grand

Though I doubt that anybody else

Will truly understand

And of course we’d fly with golden wings

It’s the best way to glide

The only way to flutter

And the way with the most pride

We’d land upon that sandy shore

The Elvianic Coast

And dance amongst the fireflies

Where the petals are purpler than most

Differences in habit and language

Mean nothing at all

For both are hearts are open

And our aims identical

If you prick us we both bleed

And we both succumb to greed

Our little lives are both rounded with sleep

Our bounties are as boundless as the sea

Our love as deep

I wonder when we’ll meet again?

In thunder, lightning or in rain?

We’d visit the sapphire cascade

And the amaranth shore

The cities of Nuevo Maya

And many places more

For the sky is not the limit

When there are footprints on the moon

We can fly beyond the sun

To Empire Quetzal Acratoon

When you can have all with just a few words

It matters not the goal

It’s the journey that’s required

For the growth of mind and soul

So I’ll fly with you forever

To the cerulean ravine

Or the long abandoned towers

With their glowing pearly sheen

It’s our choices not abilities

That make us who we are

It’s the flying, not the poems

Elviana Quinnera

Though my skill with words is great

What matters more by far

Is I chose to be your partner

Who will soar to every star

My first name’s what I do

And my last name’s what I love

Therefore Poet Elviana

Is my actual name, my dove

If I’ve caused you to have doubts

No matter what I do

Remember then, my choice today

I chose to fly with you

For although an end is good to have

My dearest darling Quinn

Though our poems both are over

Let the journey now begin

A Third Helping of Old Poetry

Well here are 10 more poems (the ones with 2-3 votes). Enjoy!

Poem 30- The Misty Valley (age 14)

The Misty Valley

In a valley of mists

There lies a lake

Surrounded by mountains

Whose snowy peaks

Pierce the foggy skies

And the lake shimmers

Ripples spreading across its surface

With plains of green grass

Carpeting the valley floor

Poem 39- Wind and Cloud (age 14)

Wind and cloud

In the swirling winds that spread through the air

Above the pale pink clouds

A castle of air stands

Almost invisible against the background of the sky

Seen only by the shimmers and glimmers

Of the sun reflected of the battlements

And their lives in this airy castle

A figure of clouds

A giant that controls the winds that blow

Across the surface of the earth

When tranquil he is made of clouds pure white

But angered he is storm clouds forbidding

With lightening flickering through his hair

And he and his castle stand eternal

Against the power of the winds of fury

Poem 40- Wind and Waves (age 14)

Wind and Waves

A gushing vortex in the deep green sea

With foam and froth that crash against the rock

A rupture in the eternal void

Of the infinite stretch of waters

As the waves crash onto the shore

Whipped up by the wind and storm

The sea is angered

Pouring itself on the land

But its anger is brief

The sea is calm and gentle

With waves that lap lovingly against the shore

The sea is patient

Gradually wearing away

At the substance of the cliffs

The sea is eternal

With many moods and tempers

The sea is varied but unchangeable

It is as unknowable as the future

But one thing does not change

Through out its many moods and tempers

Be it anger or calmness

The sea is powerful.

Poem 1- A Cento- (age 14) This is the type of poem made up of lines from other poems. I didn't come up with these lines I only put them together.

A Cento- Death in Nature

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Nothing remains. Round the decay

And miles to go before I sleep

While barrèd clouds bloom the soft dying day

I hear it in the deep heart’s core

‘Neath the starred and leafy sky

Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar

I am not there. I did not die.

Poem 12- Light (age 14)

Light

I am the wielder of hope

I control joy and love

I am in charge of peace

From me all of these are born

For I am light, I’m good itself

And although I am weakened

I shall prevail in the end

Poem 16- No Rules For Me (age 11)- This was the poem I had to write for homework.

No Rules For Me

Firstly if I had no rules I would have no bedtime

Because we could have fun and play all night

There would be no wars

Because people get killed and people are sad

There would be no mugging

Because you lose belongings like your mobile phone

There would be no school clothes

So you could chose what you wanted

Isn’t that great

There would be no cabbage or Brussels Sprouts

Because they taste horrible

There would be no cleaning teeth

So dentists get lots more people

I would save the wild

Because they didn’t do anyone any harm

I would own an elephant

So I could ride it to school

Isn’t that fun

I would get every single book in the world for free

As I love books

I would change all my grades into A+’s

So my parents would think I’m super intelligent

I would rob banks

So I could get rich

And I wouldn’t ever write a poem like this one

Because they never come true

Oops!!!!! I’ve just written one, haven’t I?

Poem 26- Sunrise (age 14)

Sunrise

The sky is a sheet coloured indigo blue

All sprinkled with shining white stars

As the inky blackness drains away

And a faint sheen of pink appears

This faint sheen of pink

Once fragile and frail

Gets stronger and brighter

And clouds gather to hail

The blinding yellow orb

That appears on the rim

Of a pink yellow sky

The sun rises

And a new day begins

With sunrise

Poem 28- The Child and the Witch (age 14)

The child and the witch

Run child run

The witch doeth come

Through starry skies of frost and dew

The witch is coming after you

The child sobbed he ran with fear

He ran so fast his feet sprout wings

He flew ‘til he was a distant speck

But still the witch came after him

The witch was flying on her broom

She cackled loudly “thou art doomed!”

He few so fast but even still

Upon his back a shadow loomed

Mere minutes pass the child doeth tire

While on her broom the witch flies fast

A crunching noise then silence

Now the child’s a remnant of the past

Poem 32- The Obvious (age 10)- The second earliest poem I ever wrote based upon a poem called "A Guinea Pig"

The Obvious

One day I saw a big bold bear

Who being bold I could not scare

As he was wet he wasn’t dry

As he was a bear, he wasn’t a fly

As he was big he was not small

As he was dumb he had no sense at all

As he was brown he was not pink

When he went for a swim he did not sink

When he was fasting he did not eat

As he couldn’t fly he used his feet

As he was young he wasn’t old

As he was alive he was not gold

Although his roars were very violent

He never roared when he was silent

As he wasn’t clever he was often fooled

As he had hair he was not bald

When he moved he wasn’t still

As he was healthy he wasn’t ill

He found some money and bought some meat

As it wasn’t expensive it must have been cheap

When he was sad he often cried

One day he took a whim and died

And when I met a men of sense

He told me he hadn’t been living since

Now he is dead and not alive

He died at the age of ninety five.

Poem 38- Violets (age 14)

Violets

In mossy dells

Besides a brook

That burbles full of joy

A lonely violet

Pokes up her head

She’s felling shy and coy

A beautiful thing

A shapely flower

With stripes of white and purple

Through sun and rain

She grows up tall

With oak trees, moss and maple