Poetry?

[Tensei]

I was thinking, we could all just make an actual Poetry thread to share some. Or we could all play gang-flame and shut me up lol.
Here's one I wrote a while ago, tell me what you think?


I know a place, to go sometimes,
A grove so lush with lilies and rose,
White and red, and earthen green,
A scent of jasmine, upon your nose,

A hint of soil, the smell of life,
Coated with dew, the tears of spring,
Petals and buds, make rainbow towers,
Inspiring birds who wish to sing,

As streams of gold blanket the grass,
Diffusing right through a sea of leaves,
A brilliant gem will don the sky,
And steal the spring, like fiery thieves,

And waking puffs of creamy white,
Drift along the morning breeze,
Saddened waves, of tall wheat grass,
Among the wonders, no one sees,

But here I sit, amidst my thoughts,
Taking note of what I find,
Every day, new treasure found,
Beautiful things within my mind,

[Tensei]

Double post and maybe someone will reply lol

I take it you guys didn't like the previous one, since there was like 12 views and no replies, so maybe you'll like this one?

It seems like years must pass as days,
When all is well it ends so soon,
The time with friends, soakin’ up the rays,
And the camping trips, beneath the moon,

We all played hooky, and enjoyed our lives,
With money we got from mowing the lawn,
Now we come home to our kids and wives,
And wonder where all of our time has gone,

It seemed like yesterday, I rode a bike,
And swung from trees so high and new,
Or drank the punch in which I’d spike,
And loved life more, the older I grew,

Now it’s changed, I wish I was young,
Wish I could still, run anywhere I saw,
Go back to the sleep-overs, in which we hung,
Back to the parties and breaking the law,

My face is wrinkled, and my hands now shake,
Can’t hold my favorite guitar anymore,
My mind not a river, but a thoughtless lake,
Can’t do the few, things I used to adore,

I sit in my chair, and long for the days,
Where all was well, and smiles were common,
Where life was so cool, a thrilling maze,
And I enjoyed the taste, of that disgusting ramen,

But most of all, I wish I had tried,
To make my life better, than I thought it was,
So many times I wouldn’t have cried,
To enjoy simple things…just because

[Scott]

I like the poems, but they seem a little plodding at times - consider varying the traditional ABAB rhyme scheme with something else. Poems are as much scansion as they are rhyme.

[Tensei]

I like the poems, but they seem a little plodding at times - consider varying the traditional ABAB rhyme scheme with something else. Poems are as much scansion as they are rhyme.

Well the first poem is ABCB o_O. Or do you mean make different schemes within one poem?

[Scott]

I mean... don't rhyme that much. Rhyming constantly creates a rhythm, that when left unbroken, can seem artificial and stilted, as well as uninteresting. XBXB in particular is a pattern that is (ab)used too often, I think.

[Tensei]

Hmm, ok ^^. Thanks for the input. I have like maybe 2 poems that don't rhyme. I usually stick to it because it's more challenging to rhyme and make the poem sound beautiful at the same time. To me, sometimes poetry that doesn't rhyme seems like you're just typing out how you feel. Although that can be beautiful as well, it doesn't seem like poetry to me. I think they call it free thought poetry. I'll give it a try though, or post the ones I have that dont rhyme sometime ^^. Thanks for replying, appreciate it.

[Scott]

I didn't say that it shouldn't rhyme, or that poems with rhyme sound bad, but that the XBXB rhyme scheme itself is old, lame, and should be retired. For example, look at Annabel Lee [http://www.poedecoder.com/Qrisse/works/annabel.html], or The Raven [http://www.comnet.ca/~forrest/raven.html], both by Poe, whose style seems to match yours best (in terms of period poetry). Notice how he uses internal rhyme, and while the ends of his lines do rhyme at times, the scheme varies according to the needs of the speed of the poem as well as emphasis.

[Tensei]

Ah, so you mean the general focus of the poem is to have the person entwined in the subject or content, but because it's a steady pattern, it sets limits on how the emotion in the poem can be conveyed? I'm sorry if you're having to re-explain <.<.

[Scott]

Okay -- try this. Read your poems out loud to yourself - if you find yourself plodding along in a droning voice, you have a problem. Don't try to overexpress from the beginning, knowing this, either. :P

Poetry is as much auditory as it is visual... I don't know how else to explain it other than that if you use a constricting rhyme pattern, it makes the poem slow and plodding - this isn't bad in some cases, but for the subject matter you're writing about, it seems a bit out of place.

[Tensei]

Alright. I understand now, damn I'm slow sometimes. Thanks for explaining, I'll give it a shot sometime this week, see how it goes out. You're right in the sense that I've been sticking to one scheme too long. But, no one I've read the poetry to has ever given me constructive crticism. It's always "Oh that's beautiful" or "Well.. that's not quite as good as your others" or "Yeah, that sucks".

Thank you ^-^

[Scott]

Anytime. Not that my poetry is great either... *laugh* I hate poetry, really.

[Wiley]

I support a poetry thread indeed!

Here's two of mine:

I’m your sentimental sentinel
But tonight I just want to
Slip that halo down to your toes
Stoke the fire surging
Through my body while
Starlight casts a shadow
Shaking the foundation of inhibition.
---
Never before did I comprehend the beauty
Of the Phoenix; patron saint of all
Who ever wished to burn away the past.
We who live an immortal immolation
Turning the ages into ash with the fire of life
Passion waxing and waning like a furious tide
We take solace in that mystic creature
Our only hope being change

[Scott]

That's what they call free verse... not my kind of thing - no real rhyme, rhythm, or scansion...

[Wiley]

I am the most comfortable in free verse, but I really would like to be a Villanelle type poet. That form is rather difficult though, I must admit.

[Pookie42]

i ratherlike freeverse but i'm biased cuz i use it. i like ur poems Wiley i feel like it could be more effective if the lengths of vines hadalil morevariety as well since thatwould givegreater emphasis to certain things. o and i agree with scott on tensei's poem about varying the internal rhyme scheme. and in teh spirit of the poetry thread i'll post one of mine

Once Again

Heavy with past tears
Grayed clouds sag on the town’s old spires
Like dewy flesh overstretched, tense
and I wait for the drops to fall

the grayed clouds sag over the old spires
pushing, prodding, they move on
and I wait for the drops to fall
to break like scattered glass

pushing, prodding, they move on
bundled in rags scurrying through the streets, their images
of chance riches broken and scattered like glass
they hardly see me make ready

Bundled rags scurry through the street, their images
Flit across my vision, one last time
They hardly notice as I make ready
Nor see my lonely back

Heavy with past tears
Dewed flesh overstretched and tense
I wait for the drops to fall
To break like scattered glass

And finally the grayed clouds shatter

its a pantoum so basically lines 2 and 4 of the previous stanza become lines 1 and 3 of the next. the last stanza is supposed have a line from each stanze but in a specific pattern buti broke the "rules" on that hope ya like^^

[Tensei]

I like both of yours Wiley. Very good articulation. I especially like the phoenix one, although the one about sex was quite entertaining ^^. There's only one line I dont like in the phoenix one.

Passion waxing and waning like a furious tide

When I think waxing and waining, I think of the moon. Maybe a simile involving flame or fire might be better ^^. Or maybe I'm missing the point entirely. Otherwise, they're beautiful.

Pookie - whoa interesting pattern ^-^. And I like the emotion you emphasize. Cool cool

[h2orowe]

This one wasn't done seriously, but my friend liked it so much she's gonna put it in her pro gay marriage essay:
Love does not have a body or face, a religion or race.
Love is a feeling between two people, in which all should be equal.

Than here's a poem I wrote for my friend for Christmas. I owe her lyrics, and this is an appology (note: first poem I ever tried on, and remember I'm in high school -__-; ):

Sorry for the delay,
I hate to make you wait another day,
"Tommorow, Tommorow" I always proclaim,
But it seems things just never go your way

Even though it might seem absurd,
It is hard to put you into words,
Because no voice, or guitar,
Can describe how truly beutiful you are.



Meh, I wanna get good at poetry =\ Maybe I should actually study it.

[ShadowDeth]

Here's one I wrote for a creative writing class last semester for my poem requirement.

f;

I’m utilizing empty space as a means to achieve my artistic vision
It’s not what's not on the paper
It’s what isn't not on the paper's surface
You have to conceptualize the words not being written

Just write your name on the paper
And don't write anything else
It’s a nebulous grey area

The paper is insignificant and irrelevant
Because nothing is written
Paper only binds my creation
You have to interpret the words not in-between the lines, but inside of the lines themselves

So they have to think about why you are failing to adhere to English

[Iria]

This is You

This is you
Waking up in the place you hate the most
But you're here most of every single day of your life
You feel ill that you can't even open your eyes
But you think that that's okay,
Because you don't want to see this world too much
Since you can't see what you really want to see

You start to blame yourself
Even though you know your faults
They’re not any bigger than everybody’s fault
That was done for you
You just don’t know who you should blame
And all your apologies don’t mean anything anymore
Since you already said them too much

This is you
You pray
You’re not used to pray
Because you thought God knows what’s best for you
And you believe that He won’t forsake you
Yet you pray, you know this maybe the last time you can pray
You’ve never practice so much you almost forgot how

You feel ill
You feel ill that you can’t open your eyes
But that’s okay because you don’t really want to see anything
For you can’t see the only one you want to see
You are losing those every game
You’ve never really want to play
But you don’t have any choice since they’re your life

This is you
You’re just lying there
Waiting for something you really want to see
Something you can’t tell everyone when you see it
And you won’t feel any regret
Because the dead don’t feel anything
Not even regret

This is you
You...

*inspired by the movie My Life Without Me

[h2orowe]

That was really good, Iria.

[Tensei]

I agree. Beautiful ^^

[h2orowe]

We, the lost generation; a people thrown into war,
Leaving many wounded, dead, hungry and poor.
Cries go unheeded. Prayers go unanswered.
It’s as if… we’ve all been abandoned…

Is our desolate existence meaningless?
Does God consider us feeling less?
Does God see us suffering endlessly?

Battlefields.. Covered in the blood of our kin.
A soldier leaving home, never to return again.
He wears the colors of his country proudly, marching off to war,
A figurehead tells him to, one he’s never seen before.
He doesn’t care, he just wants to protect and to serve,
His mother kisses him goodbye, a feeling no one on this earth deserves.
Not knowing when or if he’ll be back home,
The soldier marches into conditions unknown.

He lay in the trench, deep in his thought.
Thoughts of whether he’d survive or not.
He couldn’t think about it anymore,
Tears streamed from his cheeks onto the floor,
He was too young for this, too young for war.

His rifle in his hands, he charged the line.
Running into No Man’s land*, not looking back.
He raised his rifle, aimed for his attack.
He pulled the trigger, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

He missed his target, and fell to the ground.
He hit the dirt, drowned out by the noise all around.
He screamed in pain. He writhed in agony.
He cursed his country, he cursed his God.
He cursed the war that had no cause.

His muscles began to relax, his eyes began to close.
He couldn’t see anymore.
His blood gushed onto the floor.
He was too young to die, too young for war.

He was just a soldier, it was his job,
To clean the mess, caused by some political slob.
His life had ended before it had begun.

We, the lost generation. A people torn by war.





*=No Man's land is part of a trench. This was done for a trench project in history.


This is a poem I had to do (we really didn't have to do a poem, we could've done a short story, but it had to be one page. It could've just been a little journal entry, too, but I wanted to do a poem.) for history.
It's about World War 1. The victims, the soldiers, and the civilians were known as "The Lost Generation".

[Nekesu]

Wrote this a few moments ago, I like writing, just not poetry.

These memories won't fade.
It's like my brain is spinning, spinning, spinning.
Vomiting all of these thoughts to they stain the sides of my skull
I want to clean them up but I just leave them inside,
maybe someone will clean it up for me.
Thats what I always hope
But other people just seen to add to the mess
Eventually it'll be too much to handle and you get to
see all the shit you helped create, still not satisfied?

[Pookie42]

Farewell

I once came and knelt beside
That gently curving mound
Where “we” and “us” rest
To pour liquid sorrow onto
slender white trails
memories
saturate the brittle soil
I once came
Ushered by winds of sighs
to caress the hollow ground
and hope for warmth
waiting for rebirth
waiting for redemption
waiting for the corpse to rise
once more
once more
I once came
Steps falling into my own
Well worn crevices
A solitary dance with phantom partner

But
Forgive me
Today, I lay the final rose
And rejoin the living.

how is it? (i'm planning on reading it for my school's coffeehouse ^^)

[jingplusone]

All of your poems are so good. So I feel a bit hesitant to post this poem I just thought of mere moments ago, but here it is anyway.

-The Coward's Valentine- by A JING

Think, think, and think.
It's all I ever do. I think.
Thinking of everything I want to say.
Oh, give me a day,
Just one,
A day that I can speak and never sway.
Never to sway from telling you:
I love you.
I miss you.
That by your side it is,
Where I wish to be.
To be close, closer,
In a closing embrace.
For time and reason to be lost,
Drowned in a stolen kiss.
Just a score and four hours,
For I, to have the courage,
Courage to tell you of these.
Alas, I find I cannot speak.
My thoughts written, readable,
Yet never audible can it be.

I'm also a newbie here. So hello to all and please be gentle with me. :o

[ShadowDeth]

One I wrote the other day for my writing course.

"He must have done something"

The cathedral door swings open
Interrupting the moment of peace, my solitude
From their grimaces revealed
To the brilliant glow that I can never call home
Nor would I want to

Time has torn me from what I knew
What sorrowful memories, were my escape
I wouldn’t do without given
The choice to rescind my sins against them
Which can’t be undone

Thumbing through this indistinct tome
Further confuses my audience
My grand audience, my jury
Who feel the curtains have been
Drawn closer to me

What transient sound I do hear
What form decayed must I be
How must I look to all of them
How they must abhor me
It matters, not now

I see lips move, but hear nothing
I feel lights dance
Yet nothing will descend closer
Yours was once mime
Deafens only now

Snapped out of this trance, I see them
Approaching
I don’t have speed or desire
To run
A small grin appears

Tearing away at flesh won’t slow
Them
But I, won’t relent for this place

Will not be my grave

[jindojim]

As a final project for a class about war around the world, I wrote 15 poems taking the point of view of the victims. Here's one I wrote from the point of view of the Chinese being invaded by the Japanese.

Springtime in China

Spring was once a time
For new life
The time to sow seed
Watch trees blossom
Plants shoot up from the once barren ground
And listen to the sounds of birds
While the earth greens
The scent of hope and promise of a new start
As the gentle rains cleanse

Yet when the Japanese came
Spring heralded death
They planted our bones into the ground
And watered their harvest with blood
By the peach trees that blossom
They put up severed human heads
Mixing the scent of decay
With the floral fragrance

The sounds of spring
Are sliced with scattered screams of fear and suffering
Sullying the old melodies of spring
But the harsh symphony now suits this scene of slaughter

No longer does spring bring hope and joy
But just is another stage in
A long season of sorrow and despair
As the harsh rains spread the blood of our people
Across the once promising ground

And yet their soldiers still stop to admire our blossoms.

[co_delphi]

Both of these poems are ancient for me (I wrote them while in junior high and high school) so please forgive their simplicity.

Imagine what it would be like,
If gerbils could fly,
Everyone would have one,
Every girl,
Every guy,
They'd replace the parakeet,
There'd be one in every tree,
Gerbils would be everywhere,
Able to fly free,
But there is one problem,
And it is widely known,
Of the twelve thrown out my window,
None of them have flown.

___________________________

Yelling in a mineshaft,
Out of range to hear,
Under tons of rock and dirt,
Light that is not near,
Inside of a mineshaft,
Killing time again,
Earthquakes all around myself,
Trapped to my disdain,
Hearing all the miners yell,
Inside of my rocky cell,
Sitting in my personal hell, I'm sitting
Pushing on the rocky walls,
Only to cause the rocks to fall,
Entombed inside my self-made grave,
Myself a dead and foolish knave.

[potential oragasm]

Come and visit me sweet stranger
only in my dreams
the night that takes control of me
not as peaceful as it seems

come and take me away sweet stranger
to a land of ecstacy
where inhibitions have no place
for all emotions cease

come and take me from this battleground
i cant bare to fight another day
im on my knees begging you
come and take it all away

ill wait for you forever
until i see that loving face
for your really not a stranger
i know you through your grace

__________________________________________________ _______________
im not the one to fight with
its not at me that you are angry
i love you more than words can say
dont shut me out.... please
i know that inside you are hurting
i wish i could share your pain
but i can only comfort you and be there
im doing the best that i can
i promise its okay to cry
itll be between you and me
because sometimes we hurt so much inside
that crying is all that sets us free
so please dont leave me out
im not ever going to leave
just let me in your heart
dont shut me out...please

[hanacker]

Passion waxing and waning like a furious tide

When I think waxing and waining, I think of the moon. Maybe a simile involving flame or fire might be better ^^. Or maybe I'm missing the point entirely. Otherwise, they're beautiful.

Ya, tides ebb and flow.

[hanacker]

Pickle


How sad it is to drop a pickle,
watching its life flash before your eyes
as it tumbles down in slow-motion,
stopping abruptly as it hits the uncaring ground.

"It's just a pickle," you say.

True.

But you

are just

a man.

[immi]

Here's a poem I wrote about growing up in Australia. ^_^

Drawn by Sand and Water

Down the rippling stream where it turns to amber,
Among the mangroves
Children play.

The skin tingling sun crystallises
Salty rivulets on their dappled backs,
As they stand waist-deep amid golden lights,
Contented.

Their swirling fingers create fiery eddies
In the entrancing, encircling water,
And all is air and heavenly loveliness,
In their moment of light.

Generously, the water yields up its treasures to them.
Mysterious fish from underwater castles,
And stones, precious as diamonds,
To turn over and over.

Now a whip bird cracks the air,
Calling out from a deep green othertime,
Whose children have all followed the wise old stream
To the sea.

A kookaburra laughs down their innocence,
Because even the scuttling green tree ants
Know how the sandcastles of our ambitions
Crumble under life’s ambush.

[Livre]

My cup cracked, seeing the labyrinth you had carved
And when I cried, I shook so much
The chain that held together us snapped and rusted in the sea,
So what dreams she had left fell down to me.
I took that box of wax and lit up the night
They would later curse the candlelight

In the shards, I can see a girl
She studies the moving paintings in the museum
Then laughing, turns away
Vanishing along lines of red string
She’s gone, until I can once again meet ‘him’

If I snap and break it all
Will I remember floating, carried like the Lady of Shalott
Down, down to the sea
Or to watch, always spinning
If I push, would I still float
Down, down to the sea

In the shards, I can see a girl
She has the bloody sunlight in her eyes
And haltingly, I can feel moving inside me

She comes out, a jewel
A sapphire grown inside what was a heart
And as we grin
She disappears in the dark

You’re forcing me, the girl tells him
A fault not our own
He drops down too deep
She picks up the crown
And smiling, throws the chain down

[Roxie]

http://www.angelfire.com/ga3/rela9/Poems.html <--my older poems. ranging from highschool to my sophmore college year..pls feel free to comment on any and all of them...


Ok.
So in my 'Music of the 1960's' class we're supposed to be writting a blues while our professora is in India for some panel this week (no class!) I tried writing one about voting

It's the second of November, gonna stand in line all day
It's the second of November, gonna stand in line all day
I may be late to work with no pay, but they say it's worth it anyway

Yeah. But we're supposed to have FIVE stanzas. I found it a little hard to uh, continue, much less complete...

So.
Here's something I started writing during Anth class. I wasn't bored, but I couldn't help myself and I didn't want to forget.

It moves from crap to less crappy.

Fluid, fluid, water, rain, beating on my window pane
Fluid, fluid, water, rain, beating on my window pane
Liquid, liquid, flowing pain
And a deep self-disdain are all that remain

Everyday looks the same
Since my baby's gone away

By and by clouds cover all the sky
(I say) By and by Clouds cover all the sky
My mood deep gray
My heart dead black
And I'm dressed in blue, cause you won't come back

Oh why?
Goodbye...
My baby's gone away.

And the next one...I wrote with Etta's At Last flowing through my head..

Oh if the bird never sang
And the butterfly never flew
If the sun didn't shine
And the flowers never grew

If no child smiled, the wild became tame
And the sky remained gray
It wouldn't change a thing
It wouldn't shake my world

Because you've left 'us', baby
My sorrow is fully unfurled.

This is really the first time I can remember myself writing not from experience, but just from....I don't know...it just popped into my head.
It's not supposed to be deep, cause it'd be about the music and vocals, see?



More I wrote a while ago..

Having the mind of a Naive
Makes for a speedy journey
from the cradle to the grave

Be ye not blinded by their
sweet & easy words
Falling in the ear like goose down
That wold make your world fuzzy & warm
IF there were not reality all around

Be ye not weak
As heart breaking, soul aching, rock hard it may be
Search for truth (for they won't proffer)
To set you free

Cause no one will hand it down
The key for freedom is kept tight, wrapped up, on the highest shelf & bound.

I mean, come on, you know that I can't reach it
I'm 5'3", I can only preach it
But maybe I can get one of you tall ass muthafuckas to just reach

Maybe we can take this farther than just speech

Maybe we can make this meat sizzle with revolutionary temperatures of centigrade heat
Cause I don't like it rare & bloody
But well done for the future's children.


A shorter one

I wasn't made from your spine
So I'll refuse to walk behind you
But I was made from your rib, so I can stand strong beside you.

[MFDub]

Please give me some reviews on this. I'm submitting it to a contest, so every bit helps.



Pick up your lead in your shaking hands
and come and run with me
within an instant we shall jump
and float across the sea
mountains and trees, pastors and lakes
shall rise from empty plains
Form given through tears, destroyed by laughter
balance found in the refrain
We will box with Wordsworth, sit with Poe, roughly tackle Shelly
Dodge Milton, enflame Dante and laugh at Lord Byron's belly
and once we've dug up their revered graves
we'll take their bones and make them our slaves
thrown piecemeal together, now, do not mourn
For the monster created, copied then born
Shall lead us through the swaying grass
and leave us behind, so we find our own paths
and here, my friend, we must part
For minds agree with disparate hearts
My path, though obscured, has moments of stunning clarity
Through the haze and fog I see
Rays of sunlight, a few patches of dark,
a beautiful city, a girl holding my heart
A rainclound that returns endlessly
and a bow of the same, formed constantly
But though my path is slowly setting in place
yours is unknown, a frightening prospect to face
For each step reworks the path anew
and none can determine how, except you
But I encourage you to take the first step
I'm curious as to what has slept
Will you climb up or down, exalt or condem?
Both are legitimate choices of men
In the end, if you find joy, you have my congratulations
If sadness or anger, my sincere consolations
But run with me, and if by chance you find
the Truth we search for with all our minds
Then I ask only to be remembered by you.
And, perhaps, a little clue?

[Neon Pink Shoehorn]

a lie would have no
power if the truth weren't felt
to be dangerous

[Pierrot le Fou]

Boredom Around the Coffee Pot

The teachers gather,
The coffee percolates,
The chime sounds,
It's Coffee Time.

Classes ending,
Exhaustion settles in,
The coffee percolates,
Not quickly enough.

It's only monday,
They cringe with the thought,
They wait intently,
'Round the coffee pot.

[mediocre]

dandelion dreams
perchance so, be all my sins
then the tea tree tears

[mediocre]

holly's spring haiku
nine six seven zero eight
but where to be found?

[Pierrot le Fou]

Eight Six Seven Five
Three Oh Nine to call Jenny
For a splendid time

[mediocre]

pure class

[Moonstruck]

Woo, poetriez...

This is the first real poem I ever wrote...it actually managed to get published a few times.

Whispers of the Night

Darkness falls,
Surrounding me,
Blinding me of sight.
Black shadows are engulfing me
In whispers of the night.

It's a desperate need,
Like air to breathe,
To catch a glimpse of light.
I see nothing, but can hear
The whispers of the night.

Without a sound,
I stand my ground,
And hide the fear I try to fight.
I hold my breath and listen to
The whispers of the night.

It's lurking closer.
Something's there,
Something of enormous height.
The shadows start to grow as do
The whispers of the night.

Nocturnal eyes
bore into mine.
I feel a chill of fright.
It's beckoning me towards it,
Towards the whispers of the night.

I'm frozen stiff.
I try to run.
I try with all my might,
but I can't move, I must obey
The whispers of the night.

I see you cowering in fear,
Eyes darting left and right.
I am the whisper that you hear.
I'm now the whisper of the night.

[Destiny]

:eyepop: wow guyz, some really great stuff here...
This one is a bit old -

Eve

Adulteress, with eyes like ember,
as graceful as a Gypsy in disguise,
with silky hair, short and slender,
seduced an angel with stars in his eyes.

A woman of sin and digression,
yet, 'fore crossing unto the forbidden,
'fore yielding to sin and obssession,
she was born in the Garden of Eden.

[Roxie]

you turned your heart around that day
the man I saw melted away
swift as snow with harsh decay
my allusions fell in disarray

And if I die before I wake
I'll thank God he led me to the gates
For one more day, I could not take
Without you, there's no need to wake.
Without you, life is just a fake

Although my head knows I was decieved
My heart still rules and I still grieve

Tears pool spilled like milk
Upon my face, draped like silk

Even though I was the one to leave
My heart still rules and I still grieve

And our moment won't come, I know.
But I'll forever love you so.

[Destiny]

Gone

Good evening, my love, and good bye,
I am leaving you.
For all the kisses, by and by,
I am forgiving you.

Of yourself, take care.
Of yourself, beware.

Farewell, dosvidannya*, so long.
I step through the door.
Scared and brave, trembling and strong,
Gone, forever more.

*dosvidannya - goodbye in Russian.

[SelfLiveManikins]

Oh dear god,
Why do I keep saying the same things and no ones listening?
To this proper conduct that I must construct Out of bleeding words
No this isn’t a rap artist tale that I’m speaking this is different
And people will still ask why this case is different? It just is
Believe that my mind is set on many ego trips to the grocery store
Coming back empty handed because I can’t fall into the fads
It’s not sad so I need no pity from you just give me a nickel for my thoughts
Since the mood swings I encounters are controllable since there just thoughts
And thoughts only they will ever be believe that is me as I go up to be
Nevertheless mistake me for a rapper because I am not that definition of a mc
I do not believe in entertainment and never will exist in the industry
I rather sit on corners talking to myself or walking to my own drummer
Gripping my ginseng and predicting weather currents
I am just a person, a little different and mental problems but I’m still a person
So these words you will forget once I get down telling you all this
I just hate speaking certain things and criticized and categorized without a resume
That tells you about me, my background is hidden so you can only judge by clothes
Along with piercing and tattoos because that is all I got for you

[Destiny]

Me again :innocent: Im trying to get the hang of writing poetry in English so Ill keep torturing you people for a while :clap:

Dreaming

Im looking, Im searching,
Im wasting my time.
Im waiting, Im cursing,
I step out of line.

I kiss the moon goodbye,
I wake up smiling.
Its over for the night,
The sun is shining.



still its so much easier in my language... crap

[Druid]

"Beyond the reach of Human range, a drop of hell, a touch of strange" ~Stephen King

[Jay]

still its so much easier in my language... crap

If only everyone had an autimatic grasp of languages from birth, huh? It'd make international communication so much easier. :bang:

Nice work, anyway. Keep it up. :D

[dzee]

Gone

Good evening, my love, and good bye,
I am leaving you.
For all the kisses, by and by,
I am forgiving you.

Of yourself, take care.
Of yourself, beware.

Farewell, dosvidannya*, so long.
I step through the door.
Scared and brave, trembling and strong,
Gone, forever more.

*dosvidannya - goodbye in Russian.
this reminds me of pablo neruda. :)

[conners]

Joseph Rowe wanted me to teach him to swear in Vietnamese, but inside I will offer him poetry so that he can sweep women off their feet.

BIỂN KHUYA
Hải Vân

Tôi ngồi trên bãi biển một đêm
không trăng sao, nghe sóng vỗ rì
rào, và nghe như mình mất biệt
Không còn gì tha thiết. Kể cả

ánh đèn xa. Con tàu nào đi
qua, thấy làm chi bàn tay vẫy...
Bây giờ ai bật nhỉ: Một que
diêm, chắc vui. Tôi muốn được mỉm

cười dẫu với người rất lạ. Bởi
vì anh, tất cả trong màn đêm
Biển Khuya. Bởi vì anh lối về
Mà tôi còn hạt cát... Hạt cát

rồi sẽ nát. Sóng giạt tôi đi
đâu? Ơi anh một trái sầu, chín
trong tôi vườn mộng. Tôi hỏi thầm:
Cuộc sống còn nghĩa gì nữa không?

Biển chứa biết bao sông, tại sao
mà biển mặn? Ước chi anh là
nắng ấm, soi những tia sáng lóng
lánh cho vỡ tung lòng Biển Khuya!

[Crowley]

Not my effort, but I think it's beautiful and appropriate in its own gentle way:

once upon a midnight dreary,
while i pron surfed, weak and weary,
over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'.
While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
suddenly there came a warning,
and my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour,
" 'Tis not possible!", i muttered,
" give me back my free hardcore!"
..... quoth the server, 404.

[Destiny]

Im looking, Im searching,
Im wasting my time.
Im waiting, Im cursing,
I fall out of line.

I kiss the moon goodbye,
I wake up smiling.
It's over for the night,
The sun is shining.

[Tzellurio]

Some nice poems here :)

a sample from a myriad of poems on my poem blog site ridiculous-randomnity.blogspot.com (http://www.ridiculous-randomnity.blogspot.com)

If you like poems please feel free to read my selection and comment! I more than appreciate any replies :D

This one has quite a simple rhyme structure and concept, but I feel I made a decent, albeit, shifting tone throughout the poem:

Contemplation III:i

Take whatever you need to try to soothe,
To ease the mourning over lost youth;
Something written about in peace and war;
Satisfaction; the world's been searching for.
To be content is a wonderful thing;
Not sad to slump, nor happy to sing,
They say that freedom is found in action;
Happiness is found in satisfaction.
I had hoped that this truly was the case,
Looked in the mirror, and saw on my face
Not a grin, nor a smirk, nor a smile;
A frown here had laid there all the while:
Pallid complexion, more dull in my eyes.
A ghostly visage, that made me suprised.
Neglect of nature! I should have chastised..
Why did not tears from my eyes start to seep
Knowing this truth, why did my heart not weep?
Surely such a thing could not be disguised..
Confused, I closed my eyes and realised;
However near seems far away and hark
The falling race and sky or so they say
An all-encompassing veil of dark
Covers us in what seems the darkest day.
No matter how happy you may become
There is always a sadness to contrast
A smile, a frown, all add up to none
Regardless of how many dice are cast.
Such a world you have never evisioned,
Depressed you try to make the conscious leap
To free your mind from where its imprisoned,
Suppressed so much you see you are asleep.

[ThelazyEyedPsycho]

Testament

Dissipation,
The toxic fumes of a black winter’s fate.
December to date.

Recitation
Always calculating and pondering.
Always wondering.

Activation,
No one understands and cannot bear.
How we try to hold this dear.

Inspiration,
Focusing on a torrent of bittersweet.
Trying to overcome my winterfeet.

In the morrow I will feel compelled.
In the morrow I will feel the hell.
For now I try to hold it dear,
Too cumbersome to use my ear,
For it’s true now,
I see how,
Just why I can’t survive,
The great divide.
:frypan:

[Roxie]

This one has quite a simple rhyme structure and concept, but I feel I made a decent, albeit, shifting tone throughout the poem:
Nice slam..

[Destiny]

thread revival :)

Somebody woke up inside me and started screaming:
„Because of you!”
Who knows if it’s for real or if I’m just dreaming,
„Because of you!”
And I ran and I stumbled and I fell and I hurt,
„It can’t be true!”
You lied, you cheated, you little piece of shit and dirt,
„It can’t be true!”
I am yound and innocent, but I’m not stupid,
„Now I can see.”
I cut the strings so I’m not anymore a puppet,
„Now I can see.”
I was out of my mind, but now I’m back home,
„Because of me.”
My friends are coming over and I’m not alone,
„Because of me.”

[Neon Pink Shoehorn]

Peanut butter jelly sandwiches
stuffed in paper bags and collared
shirts and khaki pants and
everything I've worn to school since I was eight.
Jockeys, burnouts, ditzes
make it look like it's easy to be cool but it
isn't really that easy to be cool they're
everything I love and all I hate

I look around I'm meant to be
Anyone, anything, but me
Why is it that no one's view of me will ever change?
Why is it that everyone's personality is out of range?
Why does everybody think I'm strange?

It's all cause
I can't play guitar
I can't play guitar

Sometimes I think I was put on this Earth without a
purpose or a point but in this
life do you really need a point you don't
need to be the sharpest knife.
I've looked in alleys, looked in closets,
still can't find my purpose.
Isn't it nice to know you don't have
reason for this life

I've weathered middle school,
I'm weathering the storm
Now all I need to do is conform

Maybe it's cause I havn't ever won a single fight
Maybe it's cause my virginity is still here and holding tight
Maybe I'm too frigging white

It's all cause
I can't play guitar
I can't play guitar

[jihei18]

I wrote this a while ago, and am writing this from (poor) memory, but you should get the idea:

Moments

Life is like
A gleaming dewdrop
Perched serenely
In your hands
Don't be foolish
Use it quickly
Lest it slips
Between your fingers
Or dissipates
In the warming sun
Forever lost.

[h2orowe]

Here's a poem I wrote about my father. I guess I call it bitter sweet, or something. No title really.
Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.
Just like the wind, I'm sure my dad's around somewhere.
He's packed me away, like luggage for his mind.
I'm sure he'd want to visit me, if only he had the time.
Eight long years, it's been since I've seen his face.
In my heart, a hole, no faux figure could replace.
I often ponder, does he ever think of me?
Does he find the will to reminisce of my memory?
The thought of a father is sweet, but thoughts of him are tart.
Has he found another son, to take and play my part?
Is that why, I haven't seen him in so long?
Is that why, it's so tough to stay strong?
Is that why, I write these words?
Knowing that, to him, I'll never be heard.

[Fred]

I once wrote a villanelle about colorblindness. Here it is:

A Villanelle about Colorblindness


The redness in a color is seen more weakly from the protanomalous* view.
Please do not think of it as a defect.
Red, orange, yellow, yellow-green, and green, appear somewhat shifted in hue.
Make fun of my errors as much as you want to.
It will have no effect.
The redness in a color is seen more weakly from the protanomalous view.
You get a charge out of a flapping red cape. Why? I haven’t a clue.
I have a peaceful affect.
Red, orange, yellow, yellow-green, and green, appear somewhat shifted in hue.
When you asked for the pink ones, and got your lavender shoes,
What did you expect?
The redness in a color is seen more weakly from the protanomalous view.
In traffic lights, the red light is always on top. To do otherwise is Taboo.
But I am also dyslexic and must be circumspect.
Red, orange, yellow, yellow-green, and green, appear somewhat shifted in hue.
From a practical standpoint, it is easy for the colorblind to make due.
There is no loss to self-respect.
The redness in a color is seen more weakly from the protanomalous view.
Red, orange, yellow, yellow-green, and green, appear somewhat shifted in hue.
(*Protanomalou refers to a type of colorblindness.)

[King Kong]

What Is Now?

I groan and I croak as I wake from my slumber
Dark is the day whilst the memory still lingers
"Why can't my life be just of sleep and dreaming?"
I don't know what the future will bring and its reaping

zuru zuru zuru zuru zuru zuru
The sound of the ego dragging me down,
The habitual thoughts that repeatedly pound
Leaving "my" corpse beaten and bruised
Is all but delusion of thoughts and its abuse

I step outside of this whirlwind of thoughts
and realise that life is everything but nought
Greater than any dream that I can conjure
is life right NOW, the greatest grandeur

[Agent Vesago]

Here is a couple of mine


And they come to my funeral
They laugh at my grave
Empty sockets,
They fill me with their hate
And I rise to the beat
Of the dying goats scream

And I step.
The earth dies beneath my tread
Evil animates my flesh
Given strength from their hatred
My power knows no bounds
And I rise to the beat
Of the dying goats scream

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A hidden text forbidden
A play of madness and sin
The lure of power calling
A game you cannot win

The lilting call of the whippoorwill
A soulless maiden sings
You close your eyes and start to find
Shackles, robes, and dreams

King in yellow
Invades your dreams
King in yellow
Hears your screams

Madness flows in colors
Reality’s a puppet on knotted strings
A tarnished crown above your head
A king over nightmare scenes

The wailing cries of lost good-byes
Sweet music on the wind
The blood red skies and moonless nights
Sing your sanity’s demise.

Silent insanity your heart is hollow
A fallen angel screams
A twisted path to follow
A god with pauper’s means

King in yellow
Invades your dreams
King in yellow
Hears your screams

[trckstr]

There seems to be a lot of free verse here, but is anyone here good at sonnets? I've always been more intrigued by attempting to adhere to the stricter rules while still fully expressing what you want to say in fourteen lines. This is a Petrarchan Sonnet I wrote freshman year in college. It's a two stanza sonnet with iambic pentameter(although I broke it a couple times) and the rhyme scheme should be ABBAABBA CDCDCD. Sorry if the topic of the poem appears frivilous. I didn't really take the class too seriously.


(Not Titled)

It’s strange how words can sound alike and mean
such diff’rent things. It’s easy to confuse
what people say, and what you hear or choose
to hear; mistakes are not so rare. It’s seen
sometimes innocent yet others obscene.
The words attempt to trick, deceive, and fuse
in phrases which no malice lies to use.
The words I spoke before were pure, pristine.

I don’t know where you got this crazy thought,
the syllables you heard were things I’d say.
But now you’re mad at me, not sure I ought
apologize for words I needn't weigh.
Alas I'm weary fighting over naught.
Forgive me please, for when I said ‘you’re gay.’