If Your Character Was a Poem

[Interia_Discordius]

I've always looked through poems and have gone, "Wow, that sounds a lot like my character..." Being a person who loves poetry, I decided to make a thread to see if anyone else ever did the same, or if they could be spurred to search through the many volumes of such to find something that matches.

Regardless, I was contemplating posting this originally in Llane's CDT, but since it isn't my work, I came here to share.

Llane is most associated with me to the poem The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot. Enjoy.

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Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

[Interia_Discordius]

Disappointing that no one played this game with me D: Come on, people!

[Pseudonym]

Arkolio ... post-Akki.

In Krandor-Town, our love did die,
And now in ground shall ever lie.
None could e'er replace her visage,
Until your face brought thoughts of kissage

by John Lillison, England's Greatest One-Armed Poet, as read by Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr

[ycleption]

Well for Pallena I think Rime of the Ancient Mariner - why you should not kill birds without good reason, and all about the power of the sea, perfect for a Misty druid.

I'll have to get back to you for Drexia, need to think about that a bit..

[lonnarin]

one of my characters was actually submitted AS a poem.

http://forums.layonara.com/character-approvals/92400-brilligimble-g-laggerwock.html

Warm deep under the rolling Dregar Hills
there did blunder a tinker splat
wondering what next of man's many ills
to solve, frumoius conundrums begat
by lack of gyro, spring and gear
so frantically diddled Billigimble
to be Inventor of the Year

Racket wrench racketing morse clanks in full
Pirsnickity JubJubs aflight shrieked in fright
Friend mole rapt his roof with a rooted pole
"I'M trying to sleep down here, alright?!"

Then amidst the clitter clatter
there came a human with a matter
Sent from WaySend he'd come a way
all this way, what a pitter patter
Building the great wall in a year and a day
With tinker's wrench and mason's batter

So packed Brilligimble-Gyre
farewell to all burrowing mammal friends
To the rivals of Lorindar
To the great wall where work never ends!
JubJub cawed and swift fox uttered a pittance
Cranky mole on the other hand said naught but "Good Riddance!"

Laggerwock reported, shorted of breath from the jog
set to work to speed up every stone and every log
Haste on the lumberjacks!
Strength on the luggers!
Give that hammer 40 whacks,
don't slow down you buggers!
Racket wrenched and magic drenched
defense's skeletal state, a great wall in prologue

Then one fateful morning
there came the warning
of fire from the lips of the watchman
Brilligimble, asleep in the catapault bay
Had a very rude awakening on that day
Air delivered by the faithful launchman
He soared 2 thousand miles away
Barely shivered, the wee staunch man
He snoared nearly the entire way

With a splash he awoke, for a pond he hit.
The first words he spoke, undoubtedly... "Oh ****!"