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my poems about bleach

4th Division


The fourth division’s duty
Is a duty demoted by many
Forced to clean the sewers,
Healing a wounded solider,
Running the errands of others,
These are all things nobody wants to do
But they are important to hold together
Seireitei as a
Whole community.
When these duties
Are asked of them
They do them with
The utmost honor
Because they know
Without the fourth
The Gotei 13 would
Lose the division that
binds all together.

-overkill
 
6th Division


This
Squad’s
Captain has
A heart
Made of lead,
And a lieutenant
With a red head
The captain comes from
A noble family; Born into
Royalty and is full of arrogance.
The lieutenant might love
The captain’s little sister
And he shows disloyalty when
Saving Rukia from demise.
Filling the whole division
With confliction


- Overkill

ps. these are supposed to be in the shape of the number of the division. if anyone know how to fix this tell me please.
its in the right shape when i paste it but it changes when i save the post.
ill try to pm it to ppl if they want
 
Haha, I can sort of see the outline of the numbers. That's pretty neat. Thoughtful poems you've got there, overkill. Some people confuse poetry only with rhyming. Poems don't neccessarily need to rhyme most of the time.
 
Gin Ichimaru

Snarin with wile in traps of deceit,
Maniplating the minds of his underlings,
Immobilizing with thoughts of despair,
His mischief covered with an innocent grin.
His facade of a pure soul swallows his diabolical complex.
Shocking with a heavenly flow, his zanpakuto
Sends souls to exist in Perdition.
Once a defender of Soul Society,
He now lives in a state of Notoriety.

-overkill

this is my newest poem.
 
Those are good. Very interesting to read them.
 
thats so cool! im a bit of a writer myself and those are really neat!
 
In the first three poems, I think that the way you build the verses make then awkwards to read. Not that there is a rule to hinder your creativity or trying to make the written verses like a number is a bad thing but I think that you should consider that when you are reading or saying a poem, how it sounds is very important. Take your fourth one as example of the logic about how a poem should sound.
 
The Sword Warrior Kenpachi

Felicity in times of war,
Depression in times of peace,
He only lives for fighting,
He fights only to feel alive.

He knows not of his lineage,
But born with an innate thirst for blood.
Saved in the baptism of murder,
He only exist for power.

For many he indwells of propriety,
By bestowing fear amongst his foes,
And with swordsmanship rivaled by none .

Captain of the 11th division of warriors.
 
Isaaru said:
In the first three poems, I think that the way you build the verses make then awkwards to read. Not that there is a rule to hinder your creativity or trying to make the written verses like a number is a bad thing but I think that you should consider that when you are reading or saying a poem, how it sounds is very important. Take your fourth one as example of the logic about how a poem should sound.
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yes but you have to remember that when reading a poem you read till the punctuation so the poems can still flow its just a different lining but it is a lil awkward.
 
Barragan the King of Old Age

Barragan the King of Old Age

Decomposing juvenility to non-existence,
Bastardizing the youthful adolescence,
Forcing the yore of childhood into memories,
Old age destroys all.

A king accompanied by the will of the reaper.
Sits upon his throne of bone
Commanding his dragons of war.
Activating a grave experience,
He deteriorates his enemies with a breath of death.
With his battle axe of demise,
He dilapidates his enemies with a swing of decay.

Arrogance derived from wisdom.
Putrefaction derived from time.
Death derived from youth.
Cremation derived from an explosion.
 
Shuhei Hisagi

Shuhei Hisagi the Cypress Solider

What does he fear?
Is it fear itself?
No, what he fears
Is himself.

What is he?
He is justice.
He is peace.
He is lieutenant of the 9th.

He is the disciplined base
Of the tree formed by the 9th.
He connects the weak twigs
To his sturdy trunk.

He is the one that holds
The 9th division together.
Standing strong as a cypress
In the midst of weeds.


ps. this is my newest work and thanks to all who have given feed bk.
 
Wow, this is some very nice Poetry.
 
Oh I enjoyed that! :D Very nice work! ^_^
 
From Captain Kisuke to Sandal-Hat Guy

From Captain Kisuke to Sandal-Hat Guy.

From subordinate to Captain.
From Captain to exile.
He ascended the mountain
Only to tumble into the sea.

By the deception of a comrade,
He is forced unto earth.
Where he lives out his days,
As a man humbled by time.

Only he can fathom
The truth of legerdemain.
He knows of the true form,
Of the grand puppeteer.

With a mind of a genius,
He creates new wonders of the world.
Inventing objects of glory and honor,
But devising death to those who misuse his creations.

By awakening the one,
Sleeping in a mist of blood.
A weapon meant not for assistance:
He wields a female warrior of death.

As of now he has put destruction away,
And he has turned to a world of peace.
He now lives as perverted businessman.
Managing kids and a Kido Master.

With a cane, sandals, and a hat
He is the shopkeeper of death.
Holding joy before sorrow.
Raising weak to be strong.

Training the fragile to become sturdy,
He is the brace supporting the righteous.
He Trains their minds to be willed,
Forcing divine mentality onto the youth.


enjoy,
overkill
 
my newest poem and if u want post ur suggestions or recommend a poem topic.

Byakuya the Imposer

The family he leads is that of nobility,
Which he leads with the utmost virility.
Holding principal as the base of his existence,
Always keeping others at great distance.

His image is that of passivity,
Never showing his sensitivity.
Seemingly indifferent to the ones which hold his love,
No putting his unseen love above

The law which he strictly imposes
For the model of justice is that which he poses.
When the law is broken,
He attacks the antagonist with his law unspoken.

A thousand cherry blossoms controlled by his will.
Although made with beauty their objective is to kill.
With his blade he shows the glamour of battle.
Never letting his foe indulge in useless prattle.

From the family to his division,
He directs them all with the greatest precision.
A man many see as divine
For his oath of loyalty holds the properties of consign.
 
When a man has no fears
Of the ending we call death.
His is viewed by his peers
As a man worthy of their breath.

With his armory of attacks
His battles become wars.
Never looking at the backs
Of the ones who deplore.

With the genes of a great marine,
And the blood of a wanted felon.
He is a pirate of great pristine
On a journey same as Magellan.

Living his life with no regrets,
He wanders through the world.
Frequently fighting, he never forgets
The reason for which he was hurled

Onto the ocean of omission.
Striving to search the sea,
The adventure is his commission
And his will won’t cease to be.

-overkill
 
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