Star Wars poems - anyone can post!!!

Hey guys,

anyone here has ever had any ideas for Star Wars poems? Not haiku as I saw it somewhere here, but I mean real poems. I've had a couple of ideas. You know, when you get a feeling from a scene and you want to put it on paper. So that's it.

Here's one of my poems. Please tell me what you think of it, and if you have any poems of your own, feel free to post them up here.

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THE SON OF THE SUNS

The conflict inside,
a thought buried deep in mind,
slowly coming to the surface.
The memory of the times long ago,
of the past life.
Things that weren't supposed to happen.
Yes, I've only forgotten.

And seeing that image again.
A suffering boy,
suffering from lightning of anger and hate,
screaming and crying for help.
He is my blood. My body.
My son.
And thoughts running fast through head behind the mask.

That feeling growing.
Memories coming back.
And the last and final decision made
by the Chosen One.
Bringing back the balance.
And then,
after all those years of darkness,
he was born.
Born again.
The Son of the Suns.

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If this really sucks, tell me and I'll edit it and we'll just forget this was here.

 

It doesn't suck at all. That was great!

 

Bravo!

Loved it!

 

That was wonderful, Mar! I guess that would be about Anakin?

 

hehe, you're right, padmemicheline...

I got this idea when I was re-watching teh ROTJ the other day...

I'm glad you liked it. And to the others, please post YOUR SW poems if you have any..

 

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Just encouraging YOU guys to post something here...

 

Oh, boy, page 9.... No poets around here??? Come on, guys, try your muses!

 

Uppers...

please don't leave me! ANYONE CAN POST!!!

 

I posted this around Hallowe'en on a not-too-popular thread, so I'll repost, unless someone objects, in which case I'll take it down. I'm working on some others.

The friends in question tell me I've got some details wrong, but they still like it.

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A Star Wars Hallowe'en (with friends) in 1984

Jana was Mon Mothma
draped in white sheets, with white nail polish
(we were sure of this detail, though none of us had noticed)
Her hair swept up into wise maturity
(I don't remember what she wore on her feet.)
Standing at the bottom of my mother's stairs,
She whispered wordlessly of commitment,
Of courage
Of leadership
She was unforgiving light shone into dark shadows,
A final destruction from which evil could not escape.
Everyone thought she was Athena.
We made the best of it, because we liked Athena too.
She was the goddess of wisdom and war.

For Dani, it was the Emperor's year,
contemplating ultimate evil
beneath a five-yard bolt of black broadcloth.
Her pale skin needed no powdering
above the black turtleneck, black jeans, and black high top sneakers
(because who would ever notice the Emperor's feet?)
Brooding on changes that came beyond our control
Wrapped in the dark of night
I looked on her and understood
the killing black water beneath the ice of the world
Everyone thought she was the Grim Reaper.
She said nothing about that
as they pretended indulgence
and shuddered in the sudden chill.

I had been Princess Leia years before
--we all had, of course --
In a dress made from a bed sheet, my pigtails curled up above my ears.
I didn't want to be Leia.
I wouldn't understand her journey for many years,
And furthermore, I didn't have enough hair.

So I was Luke Skywalker, Jedi knight (and friend to Captain Solo),
my hair pulled up tight to look boy-short.
I wore black pants and a black shirt, and Jana's black riding boots
(of which I was inordinately proud, because Luke had a journey,
and a journey requires proper footwear)
I didn't think of light or dark, but of an empty space in the heart,
And of the cry of fear and desperate loneliness: "Father, help me."
I felt it so loudly that it seemed everyone should hear it.
I didn't understand, but I hoped with all my soul
That love could truly build a path into the shadows of the unknown
My hair color was right, and my eye color,
(I fancied myself a Skywalker in some other world anyway),
But something seems to have confused people
Because no one had any idea who I was supposed to be.

So we passed through the night-dark streets,
Sometimes joking with the younger children we passed,
Sometimes talking seriously among ourselves
About good and evil,
and the tortured two-way road between them.
And the man next door tore himself away from sports and beer
To say, "Ain't you girls too old for Hallowe'en?"

 

Hi!

This is one of a series of poems I wrote as an exercise when I started collections 12" figures from TPM. (Go ahead and laugh. ) Each poem has eight lines and more or less holds to trochaic tetrameter (stressed syllable + unstressed syllable, four sets).

This one is about Qui-Gon Jinn. Hope you like it.


THE MASTER

Long I've held a Master's station,
Known by willful reputation.
Elders often fault my boldness
When they favor slower progress.
I?ve endured the Council?s stricture,
Told to see the bigger picture.
Mindful of the future?s leanings,
I am bound to present beings.

 

Yippee!!! Someone posted!!! ::does a little dance::

JediGaladriel: It's great! It's hilarious! I laughed so hard when I read it.

Amidelta: It's cute! I really like it.

Uhm... and what do you think of mine?

 

Great poem, Mar17swgirl!!! I never thought to look behind the mask at what he was thinking at the time.

 

OK. I will repost this poem I wrote and posted shortly after Alec Guinness died.
It holds true for him, the actress who played Beru, as well as the Jedi in the movies who died (Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Yoda and soon to be the Temple).

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In Remembrance of a Master Gone
(Dedicated to Sir Alec Guiness: 1914 ? 2000)


My spirit flies free, escaped from this mortal existence. I fly unfettered; I fly free.
Do not grieve over long, your life must continue unburdened by me.
Lift your eyes upon the heavens, and you shall see me there.

I shall be playing there, amongst the chiaroscuro of the evening sky.
I shall be shining there, amongst the brilliant palette of the morning sky.
I shall be waiting there, amongst the burnished sun of the setting sky.

My being has no bounds; my horizons travel wide. Unbounded am I.
My life has come full circle, birth unto death. My being soars.
Hold your arms out, open your heart to others and you shall find me there.

I shall be playing there, amongst the happy faces of children.
I shall be shining there, amongst the trusting eyes of children.
I shall be waiting there, amongst the loving hugs of children.

I am everything; I am nothing. I am everywhere; I am nowhere.
I am the whispering wind; I am the gurgling stream.
I am here for you always and forever shall you feel me there.

I shall be playing there, amongst your joyful memories.
I shall be shining there, amongst your bravest memories.
I shall be waiting there, amongst your fondest memories.

I shall be???..

JediCandy
August 7, 2000

 

Oh my God! Jedi Candy, it was AWESOME!!!

It really was. I almost started crying.

I'm glad people are posting. I almost thought that this thing will die but it hasn't!!!

KEEP UP EVERYONE!!!

 

This some of you have seen on here before, but I shall repost it again. It basically tells the main events of the EU from Endor to the Treaty. I got the idea from Megatron in Beast Wars when he was saying something about "A treaty is merely the enemy buying its time"
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Tomorrow Is Another Day

Tomorrow is another day
To make the Rebels pay
Who have forced us into this fray
All we wanted was order and gay*
But they had to go and murder
Our great leader the Emperor

Then came all the warlords
With their mighty fleets and hoards
We thought that we could succeed
But the warnings on Skywalker we did not heed
Now we pay the price
With the lack of advice

Then he came to save us all
Not of human, but we did listen to his call
Battles were fought and won
Now he has come and gone
Like so many before him
His star had shone and gone dim

Further we retreated
Until the Emperor was created
Victories returned with devastation
Suddenly the Emperor's life came to its expiration
At the hands of a man named Han
But became lost inside a dying man

Out of the Maw came a fire
Tarkin's lover was dire
To recapture a Sun Crusher
Before she has a brush-er
With a kid who could decide her fate
But he was too late

Suddenly he returned, who was the last
A specter from the past
Surely we will be able to make them pay
By destroying them from within day by day
But our savior saw the truth
Who had thought it to be uncouth

Now the specter remains dead
In his place, a treaty we have instead
Peace has come at last
All because of a specter from the past

What will now become of us?
Will we die and let our legacy rust?
Or will we lie in wait as time goes by
And take back the galaxy from our ally?

Only time will tell
Before we say farewell
Tomorrow is another day
Which we will make them pay
For bringing us into this fray

*gay means happiness

 

Very nice! Great poem!

 

UP!

 

::just sighs::

 

Didn't see this when I started my Han/Leia poetry thread today. The Force works in mysterious ways, I guess.

I've written a lot of SW poetry. I guess I'll post my first one, written in January 1998...

~*~Bria

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This piece of writing, which I hesitantly call a *poem* is a scenario that deals with the conflicting thoughts of Vader on the second Death Star. I made up using quotes from the Star Wars Radio Drama and the Return of the Jedi Radio Drama. These quotes, I might add are not always in order of when they are said. I have however,
kept the same people saying them.

Dedication: To Brian Daley. Thank you for the *great* expansion of the SW stories in your radio dramas and in the Han Solo stories. Your expertise will surely be missed.


Return of Anakin Skywalker

In the throne room,
I wait, a Dark Lord
along side my emperor.

To turn my son,
Or kill him dead,
which will it be?

Suddenly, my son says
"I'll never turn to the darkside. You've failed Palpatine.
I am a Jedi, like my father before me."

A thought comes to me, could this really be true?
Am I still a Jedi?
As my son suspected, is there still good in me?

NO!
That is not possible,
I must obey my Master.

My son speaks again,
"The deathstar is doomed Palpatine,
and so is your Empire."

Where have I heard practually those same words?
Back in time my memory flies
To when I held still my daugher (my daughter?) watching Alderaan.

"O'Tarkin, if ever there was a shread of humanity in you of these
twisted creatures of yours, it's dead now. You are at war with life itself.
You are enemies of the universe. Your empire is doomed."

Yes, I see it now,
the Empire is nearing its end.
Should I save my son or obey my master?

My son screams in agony
as blue lightning fries his skin
"Father, help me."

"My son!"
I move towards Palpatine
to take him to his death.

The emperor screams in hatred
"Ahh! Vader release me.
Vader I command you, put me down!"

I quickly walk towards the edge
"My will... down the core shaft,
down to your death."

The emperor pierces my body
with his evil Force lightning
and says, "Vader, I am you Master."

As I fling his body downward I shout,
"Darth Vader's Master,
but not Anakin Skywalkers."

I lay dying and my son comes to me
"Father, can you hear me?
I have to save you."

I look at my son with my own eyes,
"You have saved me, Luke.
Tell your sister you were right about me."

"I'm proud that you've grown into the man I once wanted to be.
Now go my son." I say.
I close my eyes and enter into the Force.

My body is gone,
but my armor remains.
My son takes it with him.

Luke takes my body
in proper Jedi style
to my funeral pyre.

"I burn his armor and with it the name of Darth Vader.
May the name of Anakin Skywalker be a light that guides the Jedi for generations to come.
Rest well father, the Force is with you."

One last apperance I will make
before my final goodbye.
I see my son in victory, with the Light side of the Force.



He sees me
as he stares in to the night.
His golden droid looks too, and wonders at the sight.

"Pardon me, Master Luke,
but may I ask why you are staring into the darkness?
What are you looking at?"

To that my son replies, "Not what, Threepio, who.
Don't you see them?
Three comrades in arms: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Yoda, and Anakin Skywalker."

Really and truly Master Luke?
"My photo receptors must be malfunctioning,
I don't see anything."

"But they're here, their fire is back in the universe.
Let it burn high and bright to be seen by friend and foe,
the Jedi have returned."

I smile towards my son,
and with the Force I say goodbye
as the image dims into the sky.

 

Aaaw, this is beautiful, Bria! Do you have more poems? Post them up, please!!!

 

Alright-

I have been writing poetry for awhile now, but no real Star Wars ones. But I sat down, turned on Star Wars soundtracks, and wrote this little diddy. It is based on Vader's conlficting thoughts, before his turn to light, and the death of the Enperor. The tunring of his heart... The embers signifies all he believed (of hatred and anger...), and the changes of his heart, the life he once thought was so right to live and the destruction it caused...

You get the picture-

Dying Ember

The burning embers of the daylight threaten to cease,
the smoldering dark is at the brink.
waiting to flow through the timeless gates,
of forgotten pasts,
and helpless fates.

The hope twas to be seen in the ashes.
the last moth-like star to twinkle out,
has been enwrapped by the night.
its hidden light,
not to be seen by the naked eye.

For, hope, alas!
For the promise of a light to guide,
to lead out of this heightened fear,
I beg of thee.
please bring forth the gold and splendor,
of what I once knew as life.

But yet,
the truth of one?s words lie behind the eye of the beholder.
"Father- please!",
echoes timelessly in my heart.
As the fear readily grows,
my eyes grow wider.

A smoke is threatening to snatch,
to smother and enwrap,
the trail dancing up and away,
leaves a dark path behind it?s way.

Hope has lost me,
yearning has distraught me.
The strength to trouble a star is whimmed away.
What once was a shield of pain,
is condemned to a crown of thorns.

The dark has lost its uphill battle,
it lays here for trembling eyes to gaze,
not a cry can penetrate the walls of shadow.
woe has locked the doors to radiance.

The coming never came,
the journey laid at waste.
Dark has traveled here,
and rounds and rounds again,
forever to be the guardian of despair
to lock and to hold,
what was mine.

worlds, skies, and heavens of,
light and brilliance,
and lust and sorrow.
twas been forgotten.
forged by the blinding blaze of the blackened hellish dark.

to the death of an ember,
My own fire has been condemned
for I am a Jedi,
my path of darkness has be forged,
and to be walked by no other.

My son,
the light blazed in my heart,
has saved me,
from my dark, timeless end.

For I am free from the shackles of dark,
the slavery to be no more,
I am prisoner to my self,
as I open my heart?s doors.

For I am one with the Force?

by
~~Jaded Skywalker~~

 

ummmmm... up?

 

OMG!!! This is really beautiful, Jaded Skywalker!!! Awesome poem!

 

Thanks! Though somehow Darth Vader reciting poetry kinda sounds off-key....