Thread: Revival of my Bleach Tribute!

i like this how this poem mixed with the atory you told
and its sort of sad how that girl you loved couldnt be protected
the pain of loss is greta and you portayed it very well here/ awesome pome
blade cant wait to read the next one

It is the first episode of bleach!
It's like the summary of it...
but then you made much easier to understand....
i like your poem....^-^

"My strength"

When I started out, I knew I had strength.
My sword was as tall as me and yet,
I failed to ask my Sword it's name.
I entered an underground room
and regained my strength there.

When I was in danger of becoming
a Hollow, He came, The Grand Old Man.
Zangetsu was his name. He showed
me what he could really do.
He thought me little by little.
Letting me know who he was.

I soon could fight and use my resolve
To cut through everyone who stood against me.
Several did and yet I prevail, bringing down
A third ranked member, a LT and a captain.
But I had to come back from the dead to defeat
Him, Zaraki Kenpachi Captain of the 11th squad.

He was the Devil himself, he loved it
He loved the fighting, my strength equalling to his.
I could only run at first but He came again to show me
how to defeat. I needed to defeat myself first.
A white version of me appeared and
I fought and won back Zangetsu's trust.

I stood back up, I cut Zaraki again and again,
But He wouldnt stop till we were forced to
Pour everything we had into a single attack.
I had won but at a price. Soon, I
wanted to save Rukia but her Borther was there
again. He was Death himself, emotionless, flawless.

But the Goddess of Flash forced me to
train myself even harder to achieve Bankai.
I fought against the Old Man again to
Gain his strength once more. I couldn't
do it for awhile, He had always managed to
Crushed my mind. I struggled but soon
Began to gain ground, to fight back.

I did it and defeated him. Smashing his sword
And asking him to lend me his strength to fight
Our enemies. We gained each other's trust and
Formed a fighter's bond.

this is the second one from my bleach tribute tht i did awhile back

*applause*
this is dedicated to Bleach?! whootage~!
XD wakakaka~!
ichigo~

"The Destroyer"

I was the last of my kind,
The last proud warrior of my family.
My father rejected his gift since,
He lived in the real World
But I couldn't ignore my
Grandfather's words, "We are
The Quincies, we must protect the world."

He trained me, helped me to
Gained strength but I couldn't
Help him when he was surround by
Those Hollows. Not even those
Death Gods would help him.

All he wanted was for us and the Death Gods
To work together but they were too rigid.
Believing they had the sole right
To purifying all souls. I hate them
Yet my Sensei held no grudge against them.
I did, there was no help for him
But I realise it was me who should have
Help him, not those Death Gods.
I shouldn't have hated them but
Help them as my sensei wanted me to.

I trained with the last thing he gave me,
The Spirit disperser, a white glove.
For three days and three nights,
I trained firing my arrows till I bled.
Soon, I could help those I wanted to help.
But the journey did not go as smooth
As I wished it was. I was soon protect Inoue.
A monster of a man appeared to defeat us,
But he never seen the true power of the Quincy.
It was over before it even started.

But there was one, the most unhuman I seen.
Yet he was a captain in the Society.
I fought him but knew I could die.
I thought at least Inoue was safe.
My limbs soon failed me as he hadn't
Used his full strength. He was the one
Who made my sensei last days Hell.
And I intended in return the favor to him.
I removed my glove and soon attack him
With Hell hath no fury like the Quincy's.

He released a monster, a something
Not of any world and yet
I managed to destroy it
But didn't managed to kill him.
He truly showed his form,
a scum with no form.
I breathe a sigh of relief
but knew this came at a price.
I lost my powers and only my mind
Remained with me.

it's easy to say who i wrote this abt

"Chado"

I knew i was different coz of my size,
I had fists bigger than anyone else's.
But I never fought, I could have.
But my Granddad taught to never fight,
There's a reason why I was born this way.
To protect and help my friends.
He gave me a coin which I cherished
for a long time.

Then I met him, another who was
Different like me, Icihgo. I helped him
But didn't fight back. He was hot-headed
And called me Chado ever since.
I enjoyed my time by the riverbank,
It was peaceful but those people were back
And taunted me. They took my pendant.

He came to help me out again,
So reckless and yet there was a certain kindness
About him, never caring if he got hurt.
At the end of it, he managed to get it back,
And he asked me to if I didn't want to
Fight for myself, I could fight for him.
I smiled and agreed from there we were friends.

I could soon see those monsters and I saved
two people from them, a bird and Icihgo's sister.
I ran and ran till Rukia came and helped me.
I fought back with my fist, I could full a energy
raising within me when I fought that thing.
When i fought that something happened,
My right had a strange black armour on it
But I understood that I could use it
To protect people from anything.

I trained to get even better,
To help Icihgo achieve his goal.
When we entered the Society,
I was lucky not to fight anyone.
Till he blocked my way, Kyouraku Shunsui
Captain of the 12th squad.
He was peaceful like me but
He was obeying orders,
I was fighting for Icihgo's sake.
But I failed and still remain as a friend to him.

plz comment...i know there are bleach fans are out!!!

i like this oder your talking about it sounds like you have to be elite to join
and will he be part of this sqaud ir am i look at it the wrong way i like this
poem because it talk about not fighting unless you have a reason and that prettymuch how it is in realy life as well. awesome peom i havnt ever watched beach but i like the peom about it