My own poetry?

Something with a sense of rhythm

When we fight, is it right,
Suffer nightly, sights unsightly,
Forces knightly, shining brightly,
Bringing hope to help cope
With the black heart
Beneath the metal parts
Of the soldiers, gleaming glory,
Primal art

War is hurried,
Peace must be buried
Beneath tides of false-truths,
Thin hides for the troops,
To protect them from knowing
Where their souls will be going.
After battle, like cattle
To the slaughter they go.
What little they know.

Behind us, the strings,
Such unsavoury things.
Puppet-masters will,
Synonymous with bill:
Of law, of right,
The very reasons we fight,
As seasons change, wrongs turn right,
Two lefts, nothing left.
Endless debt.
Justice met.

A Wonderful Host

Charred and burned,
An eternity earned,
Great sins, many yearned,
Oh how the fiery lake churns!

"Ha-ha!"
Oh forgive me,
For that sudden outburst!
I play host to the worst,
Many ghosts have I heard,
But to comedy? How absurd!

An idea, cannot die
So I hide, in every mortal eye.
What I cannot do myself,
Hah! What cannot I do myself?
There are but two things,
One reserved for kings!
But fret not, I host many,
From monarchs to any
Who find themselves due
An eternity brand new!

So when you pay your visit -
Oh don't be shy, painful is it?
So when you come, when your time is due,
I hope you enjoy your new eternal game!
For I am very pleased to meet you,
And I hope you guessed my name!

Chromaggia in Thalassian

Anodun'e, isath anodun laonr
Datode sind'lu, quearelaeldu datode,
Chromaggia.
Ndorlu'dawyfu shashowy
Quel'Danas'jaeneianes
Dur norausdi, isashlu'dawyfu
Daisash jaeneianes, meterandu
Isnulu'dawyfu
"Chromaggia, Chromaggia"
Alanlu'ienodan, "Ne doreu
Ndorsu daisash adal"
Alsulu'ienodan doreu
Jaeneianes daraarnulu'shaamd
Ndorlu'dawyfu daraarnusu'amiebse
D tufutu'rel
"Astodwyd shadorahdu jaeneianes,
Fuindu'ienodan
Othneitdu'o, othneitdu'o!"
Anord! Shashowy Belore
Jaeneianes'Belore, almashi'o

Chocolate Orange
A request from Vaell

"UNNNGH" the noise I make,
As I employ methods I take.
Soon, I shall taste sweet taste!
Like divinity, chocolate cased.
Though divinity, I refer not,
To the person I've got.
True it may be, vore I may see,
In the mind's great laboratory.
But for once, I mean no harm.
Chocolate today, tomorrow an arm.

My efforts fall in vain.
Defeated, ought I abstain?
No! Dawn French could do it!
Where's a hammer? Let's get to it!
As the Vicar said herself,
To the nation, in lieu of health.
"Don't tap it, wack it!"
So with hammer improvised, I attack it!

My hammer? A plastic box.
To jelly beans, it once rocked.
Slightly ironic I think
As the chocolate's defences sink
That the thing granting access
Was another food consumed in excess.
So now I eat, in my seat.
Like a Queen, proud of my feat.
If only my stomach could bear meat.

Generic depressing haiku

Lying in my bed
Wondering why I'm not dead
Sometimes I hate life

How I cheer myself up

What can I write
Nothing is right
It all comes out wrong
Like a Nicki Minaj song
Terribly constructed
My creativity obstructed
Covered by a cloud
Drowning out all the loud

Humour is good when I feel like shit
It might even cheer me up a bit
In fact, I feel a bit better writing this
Savouring all the therapeutic bliss

Now I know I'm just moping
And so you're probably hoping
That I have some point to make
For your insanity's sake
But to be honest, I don't
have any point to make, so I won't
So instead I'll just cringe at that terrible rhyme
Surely the worst sleight to poetry of all time

Why am I still going?
I don't really know
Am I going mad?
Or am I just that sad
To spend my time sharing my gripes
Like one of those poncy "artíste" types
But I frankly can't be arsed
To continue this farce

The tears that never drop
Are the ones that hurt the most