Post your poems here! Topic title credit goes to Alphonse, if I remember right. lol

[On the Spot]

Made up, on the spot, from the top,
One, two, three, four, write more, on the floor.
My pencil moves, on the paper, the tip getting smooth,
Here it comes, once again, to make amends, to someone gone.

What now, who's there, you've disturbed my lair, polluted the air in here;
Oh, it's you, stuck to me like glue, I see, can't leave me be,
Not for even a bit, and then you spit, in my eye, leaving me to cry over my
Unheard sighs, all the guys, they think I'm crazy, stupid, lazy.

Well guess what boys, I'm not a toy, something you play today with;
Something that's a one-use thing, don't throw me away, I scream,
No one hears, but I endure, my spirit secure, mature;
More so than the rest, the best, the less, they come to me, to see.

I see what's to come, evil, fun, dumb, but no one thinks it's true, least of all you.
Even when it comes to pass, you still act like an ass,
It's just a coincidence, climb off the fence, the future? You can't sense
It, worth shit, no one can, no more than anyone at all, so don't have the gall to say you do.

It's all screwed up, thrown up, in the air, it's not fair,
The wise, the fools, we're all just tools, used in the great scheme, thise whole big scene,
This persistant ache, my worst mistake, accepting enemies on bended knees, welcoming them into my
Life, a strife, these idiots here, reflected in my mirror, while it breaks, shatters, shakes.

In the din, I win, grin, and tell the world the story, my glory, and my shame, my fame, my claim
To hope, I'm such a dope, to think that I could survive, stay alive.
Wait, it's my fate, to be here, to end all fear, to endear the world.
So I guess I'll stay, to play, to act my part, in this farce, this performance that's been made up on the spot.

Copyright Wandering Mage, 6/7/04



~Blessed be~

Wow, nice and powerful poem. ^_^

Haha, thanks for the credit, although I don't remember if I actually deserve it . . .

Thanks, Alphonse! And I'm pretty sure it was you. Either way, you should post some of your poems, you kicked ass. *nods*



~Blessed be~

That was very good WanderingMage! i really liked it! ^_^

i cant find my poem journal right now, but i still have a copy of a poem I wrote for our band when i was a freshman.. it's about our defeat at a marching competition. It's not very good, so i apologize.

Head held up high
And my eyes wide with pride
And the rain down my face
And the salt down my cheek

Sometimes I wonder
If the work is worth
The defeat
but I’d give anything
To stand just like this

And I can see them frown as my eyes
Dart back and forth
And I almost cry out loud
But then the ache in my back
Reminds me I can not

And my blue uniform
So clearly states
That I am the best
And I am one with a hundred
And I dare not move

we are a wall
And as they celebrate on the other side
I must remain calm

And I wonder if this
Will be the last time
I will stand here in the rain
complete attention
Every muscle straining

And if they come to shake hands
I know I must congratulate
But inside I whisper

Next time, we’ll be ready

This is a poem I did for fun.. I pasted it in my school journal and my teacher placed it in the school magazine!! A real embarrassment.. :heh: Enjoy anyway.. :D

After watching a scary show
I yawned and went to bed
My mind was filled with scary thoughts
Of figures seen without a head

When I heard a sound from outside
A shiver went down my spine
I crept silently to the backdoor
To see what I would find

A headless man was standing there
Waving his hands about
A piercing scream escaped my lips
When my sleeping dad gave an angry shout

“Now what is all this noise about?”
Dad bellowed loud and fierce
I raised my hand and pointed to
The creature of my fears

The lights in the lawn were turned on
And the lamps in my house too
All I saw now was the old tree
That was broken into two

The stump and the branches left on it
Was the fearsome headless man
I laughed about this till I slept
And entered my sweet dreamland

Uhmx.. Pretty crappy eh? :sweatdrop:

Originally posted by Wandering Mage@Jun 8 2004, 05:26 AM
Thanks, Alphonse! And I'm pretty sure it was you. Either way, you should post some of your poems, you kicked ass. *nods*



~Blessed be~
Wasn't it Asuka Otaku Kaji who came up with it at Anime-neko first? :mellow:

It might have been, I don't remember. :heh:
Meh. Chihiro, Lovely, wonderful poems!! ^^



~Blessed be~

Here's one of my favourites. I don't like to write angsty poems, so I stick do either pure imagery, or hilarity

This one is kinda gross, but it's based on a true story (I know I posted it a long time ago, but I love it so much)

Discarded Rat
(Based on a true story)

This story takes place over many a month,
It’s told over Fall, Winter, spring.
For fortune does smile upon the summer
It knows not the horrors this story does bring.

It starts one fall noon with a child wand’ring home,
With friends on his lunch break from school.
They stumble upon the most sickening Scene,
A rat dead on the road, T’was a fool

With courage, Respect, and a very long stick
They Manag’d it’s trip to the side of the road
Thereafter, they checked on it everyday
‘Till their plans had been thwarted… it snowed

A few months had passed and they met the spring thaw,
And their friend they could not figure out
The rat was much worse time they checked ,
It’s eyes had rotten right out!

Many weeks passed, and worshipped it was,
Given offerings of coke and pepsi.
The question is why would they worry so much,
Of the rat that made them not hungry?

The final chapter of this horrible tale
Takes place in the mid-to-late spring.
My condolences to the one who must read this,
They’ll learn of the horrible horrors it brings

The Bravest, and youngest, most valiant of all,
Decides to then lift it and bag it.
Instead of lifting as planned, It split,
And was filled with many a maggot!


I also write haikus about random things.

*slight bump*

Well it's about 3:15 am here, and I can't sleep, so I wrote this poem. Sorry I took so long Wandering Mage, but I haven't had any inspiration for over a month, hehe. Anyways, some of you will be happy to hear that this poem isn't as disturbing as some of my earlier infamous ones! :heh:

"Inevitable"

Time takes too long . . .

With each bitter passing
She cruelly teases me
Those cryptic jokes

Time doesn't fly by
Instead her fingers crawl
Cherishing each key

She dares abuse the rubato
To ritardendo the largo
Fermating this cacophony

I want my accelerando
Need to skip forward
Not tied up like the notes

At least it is inevitable
That the finale will come
And along with it my freedom

May this dancing game
Codas as quickly as
One, two, three

. . . too long to heal

~~

Come on guys, this thread was very popular in the past. Post your stuff! :P I know we have some pretty good poets around here. (Especially Milai Sapphire! :lol: )

i love to write poems but i'm yet still an amateur

I love that poem Alphonse!! Music can truly fuel the mind with the much needed inspiration. I could never write like that...:heh:

Here's a poem for you guys. Hope you like it. :lol:

A ringlet of grace
A shadow of hope
of a lost dream
a fallen desire
fallen emotion
emotion with no opposite
with a hair's width of something lost
a moment to dream the thoughts of a lifetime
moment to shine and fulfill destiny
to forget the past days
forget everything...no...nothing
everything that one lives for
that maybe one day...
"a shadow of a fallen emotion with a moment to forget everything" would not exist and would end its journey somewhere.

I wrote this a while back. Don't know if anyone noticed the pattern, each verse takes the second word from the verse before it to start that line. Then I combined it all into that quote at the bottom to sum up the thoughts I suppose. It could technically go on forever...maybe even become a forum game. ^_^

Yes, this is the type of stuff I missed. ^_^ Great stuff! Really liked the summary thing at the end. Very unique!

Lol! Here's one I wrote a while ago about my cat named Patches.

You’re such a good companion, always cheerful in your stride,
And just to make me happy, you put your needs aside.
You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin,
And you’ll always be the only you, even if you had a twin.

I hope you will grow old with me,
So we can see each other gray.
We’ll look back at a memory,
And realize that it was today.

*claps*
Such great poets here! ^^

[For Hallum]

Lightning, thunder, rent the sky asunder, pulling me, the rest of us under,
People flee, they pray, that they may live through the day, to play again
In the sun, but now we run, terrified, horrified, at the destruction, ressurection
Of a horror once long past.

The roof isn't there, why us? It isn't fair! This scare, the snare
Drum rattle of rain, filled with pain, while the storm gains
A little more ground, a town it's found, rip it down, dancing like a clown
On top of the lives of the poor people.

It's over, it's done, and now the pick-up has begun.
And here I rhyme, again it's time for the signs to be put back up again;
The buildings destroyed, the workers deployed, the town of Hallum, has fallen down on
It's knees, with trees, the doors, the floors, the cars and more.


For the people of the city of Hallum, Nebraska, this is for you guys! Keep going strong!

About three weeks ago, the community of Hallum, Nebraska was destroyed by an F4 tornado, with damage estamates already in the billions. Ninteen other tornadoes hit elsewhere across the state, adding to the damage. The southeastern corner of Nebraska is an official disaster zone now. Hallum's only about 20 miles away from me, so it could've easily hit the capital! Now we get all kinds of storms again tonight. --.-- Bleh. Go Hallum!!



~Blessed be~

servbot's random haiku of the day:

can of pure pleasure
beats the red variety
Vanilla Pepsi

I like it, Servbot!
Hehe, vanilla Pepsi. :D Mountain Dew is better.



~Blessed be~

I'm not very good at wrtining poetry, but I love good Poems. Anybody here read Yeats? I think that he and Shakespeare are the best ever. Both William's by the way. Here's one of my favourites from him:

A Prayer for My Daughter

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.

In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

^^ these are all such pretty poems...i'm somewhat of a beginner...lol...this poem i wrote is not exactly the most original, but *shrugz* the idea for it was somewhat interesting...

A Falling Storm

Catch the falling hopes and memories
They won’t matter anymore
Scoop them up and hold them against you
They’re cold and dead, the fallen

You can’t hold all of them
They will all descend
Sooner or later in the eternity
Of the mind

Flit through the forest of the fallen
Tread on those hopes and memories
Trying to catch other ones

It is an eternal snowfall
A storm of the fallen

Yet another poem...^_^ just copied and pasted one I posted on Mediashrine...it's about life. :lol:

L'amour...love
La tristesse...sadness
All the makings of the world
emotions of the physical being
shattered into the smallest of fragments
when witness to the power of life
The mindless thinking
The silent speaking
The unheard music that will never be understood.
Meaningless actions to comprehend the misunderstood
Life and death...la vie et la mort.

And I love your poem SilverWolf ^_^ It's beautiful...I love the final two lines at the end. :lol:

Wahh, I voted for your poem at that site! I wasn't aware of your new user name there. :lol: Very nice!! ^_^

Just another poem inspired by a quote from a dedication on Wandering Mage's site, which is still in progress.

This parting will not be eternal
Under the grace of dawn I will fly
I will come back to you
And even though life's harmony is lost
Never forget our promise
Keep in mind that maybe...
Maybe the sun will glow brighter tomorrow

All the poems in here are great. I'm not much of a poetic person unless really put under pressure(such as for an English assignment).

Yup, no one seems to like poetry...:heh: but I still write it...so here's another...good ol' 2 AM poetry, since I had nothing better to do last night than let's see write poetry to a mix of music and be sad:

Last night, I cried. She slept.
Last night, I saw. He slept.
Crying, seeing who I am.
By appearance, not what you think I am.
Where does my puzzle piece fit?
Yet another lost identity

Last night, I slept. She cried.
Last night, I slept. She saw.
Seeing that I'm not what you want me to be
Crying because I had cried once over the loss of me
The puzzle's never complete
I'm just a misshapen piece, out of place
Per chance, the wrong box of pieces...

Last night, we saw. We cried. We slept.
All for what humanity we had left.
How little life means to some.
And what's the price cap? none.
Settling differences...
I'm not your imagination
nor your subconscious reality
Just another bent puzzle piece

Last night, I lost all sense of me. You slept.
Last night, I lost all 1000 pieces of me. You dreamt.
Last night, I found one. You lost all sense of reality.
Your imagination failed.

Here's a few of mine, written a year or so ago:

The Heart of Hell
By Nightmare

Upon vast seas of fire,
Through lands of eternal death,
Torture is encouraged,
From range of God's good breath.
The land is of plague,
The souls caked in blood.
There's no hope for them.
Their faith is a stud.
People are tortured,
A sword through a heart,
All eyes cut out,
An axe through each part.
Upon fiery stakes,
Each person impaled.
In the city of Dis,
Satan is hailed.
In the chapel of fire,
In the heart of all hell,
Kneels the god of suffering.
His pain none can tell.
He sits on his throne,
Of great pain he must stand.
To serve others forever,
To hurt his own land.





To Hell
By Nightmare

Upon the burning fires,
Live the creatures of hell.
Eternal damnation they suffer.
Their god no knees did fell.
Amongst the dead and the damned,
There lives a great beast.
For pleasure he hurts others,
On their blood does he feast.
These souls never rest,
Nor do they get peace,
To live in pain forever,
Their agony shall not cease.
Into the sea of fire,
Of blood does it burn,
Rot sinners of the earth.
Too late did they learn.
Such a gruesome sight it is,
To see them in pain,
With hope gone forever,
Their faith is in vain.
In this world are sinners,
Of murder theft and rape.
Such a horrid sight of damnation
Of which there's no escape.

Lord of the Abyss

By Nightmare

Deep in the abyss,
Where tortured souls rot.
The demons do thrive,
The damned they do not.
A scene that it is,
With blood on the ground.
Of eternal suffering,
None may rest sound.
The lord of the abyss,
All surrender to him.
Much suffering he makes,
A catastrophical whim.
Those who seek him,
They live with great strife.
They are blinded to faith,
They are blinded to life.
He rules the abyss,
His demands must be met.
Victims burn in his flames,
No freedom he'll let.





The Demon
by Nightmare

Upon fiery houses of ash,
doth the village burn.
And those who smell the rotting dead,
their stomach it does churn.
Yet a man has survived this horrid attack,
and revenge, that he as sworn...
as human he plunged into the abyss,
a demon he was born.
The slaughter was so merciless,
no lives did the young knights spare.
As their victims blood stained their hands,
no house could be found bare.
Amist the shadowy gloom he rose,
No heart in him he had.
to the kingdom of Elysium he did go,
pure terror made him glad.
His first victim was the front guard,
his screams did echo the hall.
He then finished off the dutch,
with a ax from heart wall.
Next he slaughtered the archers,
their agony filled the air.
He lastly killed the king himself,
who was in complete despair.
Then he left the kingdom,
no grief did fill his heart.
As he took his final breath of life,
to hell he then did part.

Milai, your poems, as usual, are awe-inspiring and thoughtful . . . I haven't posted any new poems up because I've been out of ideas for the longest time.

Broken black wings

These wings have always been there,
But these are not pure as snow,
But black as night,
Broken not by god,
Coloured by their owner,
Black is life for this fallen angel,
A smile wide enough that others do not see the burden this angel bares,

This angel has no enemies; this angel is a part of all of us,
The part that cannot stand being with others for fear of hurt,
The hurt that they deal out,
And the hurt they will take,

Cannot repair his wings, cannot wash them clean

The sky bleeds above him as the sun sets,,
Removing any chance of viewing the heavenly sky,
Looking over the valley of men,
Their greed,
Their selfishness,
These thing darken the shades of his broken wings,

It is a lack of trust in self,
In life and in love,
Love was all thin angel needed,
But none was aloud near him,
He pushed all away,
Afraid of them not staying,
Knowing what he bore on his back,
Pushing them away before they could leave him,
He needed love,

All of us need face our wing,
Not seen,
Only felt,
Washed clean,
And wrapped around those we love,
And never letting them go.
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enjoy

Very powerful . . . very nice stuff

[The Two of You Together]

I can't help but smile
When I think of you two;
Two halves of a whole,
Completing the other.

An unlikely pair,
But I'll keep my lips sealed.
Because as beautiful as the two of you are together,
There are some who would try to destroy you.

You have a love that transcends time and space,
Reaching over a distance greater than most;
Yet it is strong and true,
Unlike so many others.

I wish you many long years of happiness,
With a slight wistfulness in my tone;
For I have yet to experience this thing called love
In the way that you two have.

*dedicated to two people who will know who they are. ^^*

I see. Now I feel stupid for making the other post. -_-

Oh well. What's the point of being on a board if you can't make a couple of waves? ~ ~ ~

I wrote this one short story (that's counts as prose, right?) for a writing class about this one angsty teenager who engages in a philasophical debate with a goat. It involves ice cream theft and truth. If there was a place for me to upload the document, I'd do it.

Lightning strikes,
A small boat can be seen at the centre of this sea,
Its occupant alive only in the medical sense,
Again the electricity dispatches an ungodly brightness,
The boats occupant is sprawled out in his craft,
Staring at the sky,
Looking for release,
Water laps at the side of the boat,
Like hands clawing away searching for grip,
He blinks,
Wallowing in the water that invaded his space,
He gets up and leans over the waters edge,
His distorted face smiles back at him,
“This me is happy” he speaks in his flat lifeless monotone,
Not a hint of emotion breaks these words,
“I will join him,” he continues as he stands,
Blinding flash,
The last of the lightning obscures all sight,
There is a boat in the centre of this sea,
Its is empty…

Rest your tired Mind and Soul
In a World of Dreams;
Soldier of Eternal War
Man against the Galaxy...

Dark roads

The road stretches ahead
lit by a distant light i left behind me
when i left that place i knew i would never reuturn

I stand
too far to turn back
unable to see the path ahead
what light did remain was red
the blood shot eyes cried raw
making my journy seem in vain

the wind whirled around my being
billowing out my long coat
a picture perfect sceen i have dreamed of capturing
but no film or caption would describe this scean
used camaras and films stuffed in a small bag
memories of what was before

In those pictures people smilled
in those times people saw hope
in those times i was inocent to the world

What would people think of this shell?
'he took the easy way out'
leaving the stage before the concluding act
canceling his own show
Why are those who end it all ridiculed?
forever i worked for my audience
but your audience isnt you

The bag is zipped closed
I will keep walking this path
thought it will kill me
at least it is my choice

There are some very talented people on here - the imagery the wordings of these poems evoke is extremely powerful, and as Alphonse said, thought-provoking. Sadly I don't write poetry except when I'm depressed, so I'll only inflict one upon you ;)

Discard (by madmazda86)

Dusty streaks from the attic pane,
The only light in layers of gloom.
What lies outside I do not know,
For I have never left this room.

My leg is tied with grotty twine,
I cannot move far from my bed.
It may be days, it may be weeks,
I’ll have to wait before I’m fed.

I have a chamber pot to use,
But when it’s full I have no choice.
I have to use the floor and dread
The woman and her angry voice.

I find it odd to understand
Why she wants me kept alive.
She hits me, says she hates me so,
Yet makes me drink so I survive.

My body is a mess of sores,
My hair crawls with dandruff and lice.
My teeth are always falling out,
I guess she’s right, I don’t look nice.

I’m untied twice a day to walk,
I never have a helping hand.
She won’t come near me, she’s repulsed,
Yet sometimes I can barely stand.

I think I’m eight... but I don’t know.
And she’s my Mum, though I’m not sure.
I don’t remember very much,
Of life beyond my attic door.

I’ve become used to loneliness,
Too weak to cope with hate.
I carry so much bleak despair,
I’m crushed beneath its weight.

My depression lies in silence,
You’ll never see me cry or wail.
That only brings me blows and yells,
Besides, it’s all to no avail.

There’s no one here to rescue me,
Who knows or cares that I exist?
I get no love from anyone,
So when I’m hit I don’t resist.

I know there’s no escape from here,
The world outside my room is deaf.
The only option here for me,
Is sit and wait for blissful death.

wa.... madmaz ur poem is er.. something else -_- haha everyones so good here...

maybe i should try making one too...

Loving a soul like yours is hard
its size and beauty immeasurable,
So hard to keep you secret
if all should know this happyness,
From my heart this love does flow
but a smile is all i'll show,
For us the love is secret,
but still forever grow.
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first new one for a while

Wow. ALl you guys are such good writers. I'm not much for poetry, and stick more to stories, so I decided to post this weird little thing that I had to write for English. We had to write a story that was 500 words or less, and this is what my rater odd mind came up with:

Fruitcake of the Night
What is the chance that anyone will ever read this, my story? Well, as far as I’m concerned, it’s very slight. I don’t know anyone in their right mind who would want to read it. But then again, I really don’t know very many people who are in their right minds.

See, as far as the world is concerned, I’m insane. I’m not really, no matter how it may seem to those who don’t know my story. People just never believe me when I tell them what I am. But hey, it’s not my fault a lot of people don’t believe in vampires.

Oh, I’m not a traditional vampire. Sure, I can go out in the sun as long as I have some protection, and although I’m not all that keen on garlic, I can eat it. See, us vampires are like any other species. We evolve to survive. We really wouldn’t get that far if we hadn’t. Although now, in this day and age, vampires would be able to hide quite easily in society, considering that so many people spend their days inside and never venture outside anyway.

But yes, there is one thing in the legends about vampires that is true. We do need blood to survive. If I don’t get to hunt for a while, I get weak, shaky and totally unreasonable. Pretty much like a human would get if deprived of normal food for a while. I can die if I don’t get blood, if I am starved for that long. It is a much slower and much more excruciating death than a simple stake through the heart. Oh, the stories are right about that too; a stake through the heart would kill me. But then again, it would also kill a human, wouldn’t it?

But where is this going? What does me being a vampire have to do with people thinking I’m out of my mind? Well, I was stupid enough to get caught hunting, and people thought I was a monster, a murderous nutcase who stalked humans.

I’m not. If I didn’t have to hunt to live, I really wouldn’t. I limit my human hunts to about once a month, but animal blood can only sustain me for so long. Only the blood of humans has enough nutrients to completely refresh a vampire. It’s an unfortunate fact, but one I can’t get away from.

So they locked me up in a nuthouse, giving me counselling every day, trying to persuade me I’m not what I am. And of course, they don’t provide me with any blood. So I am slowly starving to death, wasting away. And I can blame no one but myself.

If only I had been more cautious, I could have continued my existence. Now, I am going to waste away in a nuthouse, branded a murderer and a monster. The truth will die with me, unless someone finds this story and cares enough to read it.

I like this story - simple language, the narrator isn't ashamed of admitting their blood hunger. It's interesting because it presents a different perspective of the vampire - you can't help but feel sorry for them in spite of their desire for blood. Nice writing!

Yeah, everybody's stuff is great! ^^ Here's my poem . . I wrote it a while ago, inspired by the autumn weather =)

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"Courting"

We were just two lonely leaves . . .

Fallen down from separate trees
Despite the distance we catch a glimpse
Slowly but surely we move a bit closer

And then we begin the courting
Quick flashes of our bright red hue
While we dance as one in the wind

Teasingly we encircle each other
Drawn together by the swirling madness
But then a gust of fate blows us apart

We are still two lonely leaves . . .

Wow, there are so many great poems in here~ ^_^ Very, very nice~ All of you are such great writers. ^_^

Well.. okay. Here's.. a poem I wrote long time ago.


Alexander the Great

I read a book for world history, really not a lot,
about a man from long ago and the things that he sought
they said he forged an empire, for revenge and for hate,
they said he was powerful, named him Alexander the Great.

He sought fame and plunder, he wanted prestigous things,
he sought land and riches, so he conquered other kings,
but when he achieved his desires, and all seemed well-to-do,
unexpected, out of nowhere, he was dead at thirty-two.

A famous man, a warrior, and what was it all worth?
He could take nothing into death, as he had nothing at birth,
he was just like many kings before, a repetition, a trend,
of men who forged kingdoms, only to have them break up in the end.

And I can't help but think, isn't that us? Are we in denial?
That what we are working towards might not be worthwhile?
Is an Emperor much different from a terrorist or a child?
Trying to gain things for his pleasure, their hopes ever so wild?

So I sit down and wonder, what is really worth doing?
Worth dreaming of, worth hoping for, really worth pursuing?
Some say Jesus, others say love will one day give life meaning,
but I can't help but think of them, as dreamers simply dreaming.

*edit* ._.; forgot to write title. ^^;

[can someone give feedback?]

The day is dark,
A thick layer of dirty cotton covered the pure blue cloth.
As i look out the colorless barrier from inside,
A stream of thought flood in my mind,
"Why am I human?"
"Why can't i be a bird and be carefree?"
I looked again at the stapled sheets of paper,
like a coward being forced to look under the bed,
i felt afraid.
Against my will, my hands flipped the paper,
Red marks cover the paper,
I felt frustrated.
Endless hour of studying resulted a mere pass,
questions are asked again.
"Why am i so useless?"
"Is this my fate?"

As the prisoner of my knowledge,
I walked on a hard, stonemade one-way path,
I mustn't walk back, because i can't.
Rocks, ditches, like imps sticking out a foot to trip me.
As careful as i am, i felt for every trick nonetheless.
The student beside me recieve a perfect,
the once pumping organ suddenly became quiet and dull,
I told myself..
"guess....i'll just have to work harder.."

Originally posted by Neerolyte@Jan 26 2005, 06:26 PM
[can someone give feedback?]

The day is dark,
A thick layer of dirty cotton covered the pure blue cloth.
As i look out the colorless barrier from inside,
A stream of thought flood in my mind,
"Why am I human?"
"Why can't i be a bird and be carefree?"
I looked again at the stapled sheets of paper,
like a coward being forced to look under the bed,
i felt afraid.
Against my will, my hands flipped the paper,
Red marks cover the paper,
I felt frustrated.
Endless hour of studying resulted a mere pass,
questions are asked again.
"Why am i so useless?"
"Is this my fate?"

As the prisoner of my knowledge,
I walked on a hard, stonemade one-way path,
I mustn't walk back, because i can't.
Rocks, ditches, like imps sticking out a foot to trip me.
As careful as i am, i felt for every trick nonetheless.
The student beside me recieve a perfect,
the once pumping organ suddenly became quiet and dull,
I told myself..
"guess....i'll just have to work harder.."
i like it. very dark, gothic, a lot like my work :D sounds good. keep it up. :thumb:

I loved it...I would use more dark elements to spice it up though...lol! :lol: But anyways very good! ^_^

PFT shadow, i like all your poems...they are subtle and poignant at the same time. :P

Al, i like your style of writing too ! Your poems seem to dance, XD and even though they are brief, they leave a unique impression.

Hmm, mazda, just curious, did you get inspiration for the attic poem from the book Flowers in the Attic?

Neerolyte,it's really well-written...even though the topic of your poem is a mundane and commonplace one,you gave it a refreshing turn..that's really creative. =)

Originally posted by kquietude@Jan 29 2005, 03:08 AM
Hmm, mazda, just curious, did you get inspiration for the attic poem from the book Flowers in the Attic?
Nope, the inspiration came from a documentary called "Wild Children" chronicling attempts of abused children incarcerated with no contact with the outside world (e.g. Genie) to reintegrate into society :)

Here are two of mine enjoy...

What you Still have

The scars haven't faded
But the wounds have healed
The times haven't changed
But everything's still real
The sadness is still inside you
But you haven't cried more tears
The nightmares haven't stopped
But you've lost all your fears
The relationship had ended
But you still have your love



Empty

The empty bottles
broken dishes
stained floors-
all remnants
of my shipwreck

The monument
to my derailment

the life I ignored
as I pursued the elusive

rolling my eyes deep in my skull
reaching back
to discover the wires
behind my head

I dared to tug at the tender lines-
a raibow of plastic thread
wound round my brainstem
like a massive root

my eyes swell with dread

only pain
will release this cancer.

hmm prince of death, "Empty" is quite interesting..

Hee, here's a short one of mine, i wrote it in about 10 mins,when i was feeling bored in class. =S I'm too lazy to think of a title.

Artifice.
Smoothness of honey-coated
Drips of sarcasm
Dispensed in spasms
Of muscular convulsions.
The mask laughs.
Ripples on the surface
Barely perturbing
The soul beneath.

This is a rather long one. =P

Music
There is a room in my heart
Where the curtains are long drawn
In this room, by the window
Next to a vase of sere roses
Sits a silent music box
Locked;
It carries a single duet
A nameless piano duet
This is its manuscript.

I used to believe that
If life is a masquerade
Music betrays the masked
For you cannot lie to it
It voices the truth for you
A rusted soul cannot possibly
Weave finely such seraphic veils
Or light up non-existence into depth
I did not know how wrong I was.

( I dreamt I glimpsed my reflection
In the echoes of your strings
I foolishly fell for the
Sadness you sang of
I did not hear the chords ringing
Ghastly hollow beneath
I did not see the raven that
Enveloped you in its stygian wings
How gullible I was. Blind. Deaf.

You played my mind the way you
Played your piano;
You swept me into a dance solely
To amuse yourself
I was otherwise a mute nonentity
Propped carelessly in a corner
You never unlocked yourself to me, yet you
Cruelly seized the keys I offered
And mockingly betrayed the doors of my haven.)

I have come to realize that
Music twirls the masked
It is part of the act
Musicians are merely shapeshifters
Who morph as the music
Dictates, the way a script defines
An actor's persona
Life thrives in a facade of life
This is plastered reality.

Feel free to comment and criticise, so that i can learn to improve. :)

WOW!! kquietude I really liked Music! But for the other one... It had to many personal words if you know what I mean. But for Music it really made me feel like I am there. I really liked it. :D

Shepherd’s Reply

Our skin might loose its shine,
Our eyes might be droopy,
But our heart can stay forever young.

The flowers might die,
The rivers might rage,
But nature is a cycle of life.

If you believe every gift will wither
Then leave me be.
I have a dream, a fantasy and a lively spirit,
You believe in realism, but lost the joy of life.

Revealing ones affection toward another by item,
Is an external way of showing the everlasting word, Love.
To depreciate what a shepherd said,
Is the biggest sin you’ve made.

I expressed love, but you decline,
Let our separate way be as bright as tomorrow’s sunrise.
May realism carry you to another man’s arm,
For I will never beg love to you again.

[Critique ^_^]

Ok this is one of the shortest poems I hav written so here it goes...


Shattered Decpetion
Fingertips stained with red.
Painted glass of falling.
Angel's sing as Devil's shrill.
Fallen from the calling.

Ok there it is...lol...Please tell me what do you guys think of it? ^_^

Edit! I'm adding more to it in a while.

^well i realy like it so far

heres one that been knocking around for a while in my notes. not finished yet i dont think
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Killed by love not lover

Lying there,
She stains the floor red,
From her back this dye flows,
It doesn’t stop,
Her form in this pool of pain,
The colour of many descriptions,
Of love and pain,
Anger and romance,
All are mirrored in this river,
The dress of black glistens where it touches the flow,
It fits the angelic form resting on the floor,
Her golden veil forms her new halo,
Candle light emphasises her face,
Her soft cheeks which once glowed now fade and pale,
Their warmth drained,
A drop of sliver black reflects on one,
Following its trail to now darkened eyes,
These eyes,
So tearful yet strong let only one escape,
Travelling down past the slender nose we reach the lips,
Still glistening,
A natural deep rose,
They form a smile that shows no force on the face,
The happiness of release from her passion,
Smile for her last moment of intimacy,
That embrace that which caused her mortal wound,
Through the heart were words and daggers,
Wrapped in his arms they were coated*
Unable to say those words of denial rejection,
He let steel say** them,

Our angelic goddess’s seal depart,
To gain more appropriate wings,
Killed by love not her lover,
Is heavens love enough for an angel such as this?
One who only in death found sweet embrace.


(allturnative words)
*Coated or Clocked
**whisper

Do any of you know Kingdom Hearts? Well, I created this quickie, and it contains spoilers at a low level, as well as other things not in the game...:

Kingdom Hearts

You look up at the stars,
And some disappear;
You know you must do something
To save those worlds up there.

What you hold in your hand
Is a "key" mysteriously made;
What you hold in your hond
Is the fabled Keyblade.

The "key" to open the door,
The "key" to unleash the light;
The "key" to vanquish evil,
The "key" that chooses right.

But as there is a Keyblade,
There are two more;
One original gold for the king,
And a dark one fo a heart's door.

And when the door to the heart opens,
Evil is unleashed with power;
It is then consumed by darkness,
The heart it shall devour.

A sorcerous, the dark queen,
Has experienced this;
Her heart has been opened
From one devoured by evilness.

The one consumed by evilness
Is a boy with a heart
That fears no darkness,
Breaking friends apart.

But he is possessed;
He opened his heart
for the darkness to come...
The truer evil will start.

He has the dark Keyblade
To open hearts' doors to darkness;
But he shall lose it
Because of one's braveness.

You are the one
To stop this wrath;
The darkness is rising,
Heavily not on your behalf.

Your destiny awaits,
You must help them all;
You have the courage,
And give it your all!


(It's still not really finished, but it's a great poem to me and my friends (Kingdom Hearts fans, we are).)

Words of Wisdom

Don't live your life to quick or you won't experience the good things

The world is getting darker so pull out that lamp :lol:

(The last one is both funny and serious. U may notice more gore around every corner then there once was)

Wrote random poetry one day and here's what my mind was telling me:

A tale of sand
Undying embers that flutter
With no direction
So far, a story.
A fabrication,
A neverending spindle of lies
Untruths

And then a really random on I never bothered to finish:

Love me
Heart my being
Some confusing detail of life

Hate me
Scold my shadows

wow... you guys are really eloquent writers... here are two of mine... the first one is old, and a bit depressing, but the second is my newest and more on the sweeter side...

Love and Pain
Resistance is futile,
Destiny is inevitable.
As much as a flame is to burn,
We were meant to fall in love.
And like seasons change,
The tides of the heart can turn.
If ever a pair were to intertwine,
Then surely Love and Pain.
So Beautifully;
The two can create an unyeilding desire...
Or...
Can destroy everything worth living for.
Be ever watchful...
Of the shadowed plot,
Under the guise of Love...
Or Pain.

Home
I lie awake at night
as the TV drones on.
Only thinking
of what you mean to me.

But i lie awake at night
as the TV drones on.
Only thinking
of what you mean to me.

I do not sleep;
I simply drown
in my thoughts of you.
My heart is my vessel,
mem'ries of you are the deep sea.
I make my way
through and through.
The stormy, the calm;
The bad and the good.
So many!

Even when it is not the
dark hours of the early morn,
my heart sings to you;
My heart calls out to you.
Can you hear my sweet melody?
Do your precious thoughts include
my prescence?
Or am i afloat
in dangerous waters,
where i am too
naively fascinated
to save myself again?

I dont want to leave.
I am at home.

With you, i am at home.

ah they're alright... nothing mindblowing so far.... ^_^

I just thought I would introduce this as a way for people to show some of their best poetry and songs. I'm not much of a poet, but then nobody is much of a poet these days. If anything is troubling you and you wanna let it out, be my guest. Please don't flood this with suicide poetry though, I don't mind it but if this is filled with words of you contemplating or acting upon it will only bring some of us down lower than what some of us are already feeling.....I'm ranting again, oh well let your lead be strong and your pens full of torrents of blue/black/red ink.

Become a mute

the torrents control the currents
the peotry melds the minds
like the media controls the populus
the words of individuals control the trends
express yourself through your words
let them speak for you
quit talking yourself
your voice annoys the others around you
become a mute

sorry, just a little bored, hope i didnt depress anyone
yes, i am talking about you, Barnard, heheh JK

Wohfiel I'm gonna hurt you! But other than the immediate punishment your gonna recieve at school tomorrow that was a very good first poem. I approve very much so. 8/10

Jesus Christ is in heaven now.
(YES, it is based on hellsing)

Jesus Christ is in Heaven
Satan in hell
Yet i live on Earth
What does this mean
Pray tell

All hail Hellsing! And that one was kinda crappy in comparison to the last one. 5/10

Originally posted by Theshadowofdoubt@Mar 14 2005, 09:52 PM
All hail Hellsing! And that one was kinda crappy in comparison to the last one. 5/10
lets see you do better Mr. Secret Asian man

howze about my sig, first one, thats a poem, also based on hellsing, but its true form is

Fear I see
In the back
of your mind
makes you believe I'm
One of a Kind...

I don't have poetry. And I can't make it on the fly. Don't worry though Dedge you'll get your oppurtunity to critic me as well.

darn right. i'll criticize you till all my vocal chords are shot.

You criticize me anyways.

SORROW IS EVERYWHERE

sorrow strides through us
Beating up all our insides
Making Us weep in its wake

Taking your life by the hands
And binding you deep in the effect
It consumes the weak
but still ponders the strong

Sorrow is everywhere
in everybodys lives
We try to get rid of it
it stays
we try to forget it
it stays
eventualy it gets lesser and lesser
but still deep down

Sorrow is everywhere


BY Badgerglue

If it doesnt make sense im sry but it sounds cool.

I seem to remember a thread like this someplace else...

Memory

The wind blows,
A light blooms,
A desire wanted,
Never consumed

The dream lived,
The memory faded,
Fate lived,
The mind resides

A rose blooms,
Courageous yet,
Wilt its stem,
The gem betrayed

Badger that one was very deep. I'm impressed! 8.5/10!
Mies that made sense in a sensless fashion. I liked it. 7/10

I'm pretty sure there was a thread like this that I read too. :think:


My poem
Show spoiler (javascript:void(0);)<span style="display: none;" id="QUOTE"> Tonight is the longest night of the year,
Darkness forever without any cheer.
A silver moon does not even grace the sky,
Safe behind clouds do the stars ever lie.

The snow lies cold and stark on the ground,
The cold dark night muffles every small sound.
No life can be seen in this bitter place,
Everything sleeps, warm and safe.

But here I ponder as the sun returns
What it is that I have learned
In the time that has passed
Since the Winter Solstice of last. </span>

E- I just found it in my desk, I probably wrote it during one of my classes at school. :whistle:

Sarkurah the more you write, and the more I read the better I feel about you. I enjoyed reading this one. It remindes me of the weather in Michigan (Very shitty weather, but then it isn&#39;t raining fire and brimstone so I can&#39;t complain) 9/10&#33;

umm we kinda have a thread called poetry and prose in general entirtainment...meh ^_^

Someone will merge it ;)

.......Alright. But wouldn&#39;t this also count as private since these are personal poems dealing about themselves?

Poetry is a way of expressing your feelings without actually identifying you as the person feeling them. Most of the time I only write poetry when I&#39;m depressed, but my feelings expressed through that medium have probably been shared by many others in the past.

FRIENDSHIP


The sky is a sparkly blue.
That could take your breath away
your laying in the soft grass
staring at the cloudes

Wondering what everything in your life means
Hating when even the best of friends put you down
Your spirit doesnt seen to work
lifeless,
Darkness,

Signs of Lost friendship intervene your mind
stealing away all the friendship u have

Then a miraculus thing happens
A friend stands atop u.
staring,
wondering,

You and your friend apologize
on your reasent Problem
Lifting your spirits again
Making everything feal better

Friendship,
the best part of life
though hard at times
you will pull through
you will make it

by badgerglue

I dunno... It&#39;s some really old poem I made... a couple months ago... or something. Yeah I know it&#39;s extremely bad. I was kinda bored too... Sorry again... If someone dies on how bad it is... don&#39;t blame me...

The Happy Bunny

No one will ever understand how I feel.
Or see how the roses grow in my field.

If I were to die,
Would someone take my place?
Someone with more power, strength,
And grace?

I will be strong
Through thick and thin.
Through pain and sorrow
I have within.

I feel like I’m crystal clear,
And drowned in waters of fear.
For no one can see who I am,
And horrors run through my body and hands.

Know not my face,
Know not my style.
Know not my soul,
For it is fragile.

But know my heart,
And hear it’s plea.
To have friends, family,
That’s was it seeks.

To be surrounded with love and care.
Have plenty of happiness in the air.
To not see sadness or despair,
And to have people who will always be there.

Yeah, I think that is the most fitting title for a poem ever.

I liked it personally. And I thought the title was one of the best I&#39;ve read, doubt anyone will ever use it for another one.

Ensnared in an eternal shroud of fog,
Rejection cloves into my body, leaving
a broken and dilapidated soul,
a fading eidolon in the imminent shadows.
My screams of desperation fall on oblivious ears
as the ground collapses and I plummet into
the tumultuous void.

Like madmazda i only write poems when i&#39;m down to express how i&#39;m feeling. Then I get even more down thinking about how crap they are. Enjoy...

EDIT

Life is like a stream of water
points in time the stream splits
leaving you guessing which path you should take
Points of the river get mucked up
leaving you wanting purification
Points of the river run swift
Leaving your mind in the dust
But in the end we all end up in the same place
Leaving you with nothing left, but to start the cycle again.


Just thought of this, isn&#39;t too good.

Sorry, I had to take my prose off because I just won a writing competition with it, and it can&#39;t be published anywhere else. The newspaper has all the rights now. But go me&#33;

Whoot&#33; Go you&#33; ^

Live performance

I don&#39;t know when it started,
When my life became an act.
All things had to be perfect,
Even a smile upon my dread.
I had a fake identity,
Constant fear of breaking that.
It was my only protection,
from the truth which I hid.
But now I feel some guilt,
Even some regret,
But no courage I possess,
to be who I was back then.


Ta-da the "lovely" work of meim

I&#39;ve never written a poem before and I&#39;m not even sure this is even one but here goes...

Rejection

I can smell what you cannot.
I can taste what you can&#39;t.
I want what you don&#39;t want.
My heart feels what yours does not.
It calls out in despair,
But you do not hear me,
For I am on the other side now,
Resting in the lands that you cannot see...

Hopefully you can get what I&#39;m aiming for with the twist at the end.
Enjoy&#33; ^_^

^ about death right?

hmm this poem is OLD but i seem to like it the most. i wrote it when i was in the depressed stage. i can only write when i&#39;m emotional. and err.. back then, i feel as if every poem of mine had to rhyme so yeah..

"Alone"
12-20-04

There she sits... all alone in the corner of the room
While thoughts of death and loneliness looms.
Trying so hard not to break down and cry..
Thinking how life was going to pass her by.
A tear drops... a sniffle is heard.
When swarmed, she speaks not a word.
Consequently, more tears fall.
But she doesn&#39;t want people to be galled.
So she hides all her sorrow deep inside
Until all the hope of crying out has died.
And no one can do anything
While she sits there alone. Suffering.

Read the title - that tends to help you understand the poem....sometimes. XD

An old poem, but meh =P *bumps*

"Shadows"

I walk away from the light
Abandoning its warmness
My shadow walks in front of me
It coldly leads me where to go

I have no choice but to follow it
For its darkness haunts me
Reminding me of my past
Memories I want to forget

I want no more of this . . .

So I walk towards the light
Embracing its warmness
My shadow is no longer in front
I go where I want to go

For I can make my own path
Nothing stopping me now
My past is still with me
But I have left it behind

And I never look back . . .

Sometimes we smile because we&#39;re tired of the tears.

Congratulations. You caught me smiling and laughing with my firiends the other day, having a wonderful time. You breathe a sigh of relief, glad to see me having such a good time, and you relax because you think the worst has passed.

Do you think the smiles mean I&#39;m fine? Do you think that my laughs mean that I&#39;m not falling apart inside? Do you think that because I can relax with my friends, I&#39;m not contemplating the hopelessness of life inside my own head?

Don&#39;t be fooled by the smiles, the laughs, or the behaviors. After awhile, its easier to fool people than to see their pained expressions of worry when they see me frown. With everyone watching me all the time, I was starting to feel like something in a petri dish. So it&#39;s best if you see me smile.

Do you think that just because I ate lunch with you today that I&#39;m no longer anorexic? Do you believe that just because I didn&#39;t run to the bathroom after lunch that I&#39;m no longer purging? Do you see me when I run ten miles to make up for said lunch? Do you see me when I hop on the scale fifty times a day, worrying that the lunch caused me to balloon up like a beached whale? Do you see inside this head of mine, the thoughts that tell me that I am safer when I am smaller and that the world is too much for me and that I need to numb out by starving myself?


Do you think becuase I spent the night with you and didn&#39;t cut that I no longer dream of the blade pressed against my skin? Do you think I don&#39;t crave it more than anything else? Do you think that just becuase you can&#39;t see the cuts they aren&#39;t there? Don&#39;t you realize I&#39;ve become an expert at hiding things by now?


Have you noticed that I am always by your side in public places? Or are you just relieved to see me in public at all? Do you feel my panic and fear at the idea of being in a room surrounded by strangers? Do you feel my chest tighten and my heart beat faster and faster? Or do you jsut see a smile on my face?

Sometimes we smile becuase we&#39;re tired of the tears.

Bring up the Blade aka Shaka&#39;s Song

Cradle the light of the sun
Hold it up to your heart
Watch it burn away the feelings
And turn it into diamonds

Bring up the blade
Feel the air change
Fighting for every precious breath
And to keep the blood inside

Crimson drops land
Black metal flashes
Keep the monsters at bay
Keep it on a chain

Fields of memory
Awash with gold and scarlet
Find the truth, find the hatred
Fill the mind with soul

Bring up the blade
Feel the night change
Fighting for every precious moment
And keep the dreams inside

Silver to blue
A startling change
Release the inhibitions
That force one to control

Bring up the blade
Slam it down
Bring up the blade
Watch the clock drown
Bring up the blade
Silver to blue
Bring up the blade
Bring up the blade

Bring up the blade
Feel the dream change
Fighting for every precious soul
And keep the heart inside

Dawn approaches
So bring up the blade

in English, we were told to write. So, I typed some random things and came up with this. It&#39;s basically a picture of words of my RP character, Shaka ^_^

Like a lot of people here, I too, write mostly to express feelings, but I do also write for fun. Need a healthy mix of the two, ne?

Uhm...this poem took me about 5 mins to think about while i was doing the laundry...Itachi plans to use it for his friends when they split up...=.=&#39;&#39;

I thought...

I thought you were my only one
I thought you were my shining sun
But now i&#39;m free just like the dove
Free from our forbidden love
But do not mourn and think of me
Coz the two of us weren&#39;t meant to be...

Oh yeah..Thorn...that poem you did is wonderful, you gave it a real sense of reality, ecspecially with the first and last lines...

ALONE IN THE DARK

staring at the faded light
then slowly disappears with no fight
alone in the dark
makes its mark

a feeble atempt to see the light
turns in to more loss of might
alone in the dark
makes its mark

you lost your will
but yor still
alone in the dark
makes its mark

dont give up hope
just cope...and mabye you wont be
alone in the dark
for much more

you will just have to wait till morning
when the sun gives you this hope
then....
alone in the dark
makes its mark.
----------by badgerglue

every morning
i see the reflections i see
a reflection of me
iv stared into his eyes for so long
that iv come to believe that he is truly there
that he is truly a friend
i reach out to come to the other side
a barrier has blocked me there
is it life on the other side easier?
this gate i cannot pass
i scream and i cry
is life there better than mine?
it must be, for
he smiles at me and walks away
is it really a reflection of me?
or am i the reflection of him?
he sends out his arms
as i reach them
the world falls
in shards they shatter
the world i once knew
is one that has caused me pain
the tears i cry for you
the tears i cry to be renewed
the tears i have cried for days
the tears, the life
my life has been swept away

my destiny

i cried for you because it was my destiny
i cried for you because you have carried me
i cried for you because you are lovingly
i cried for you because you set me free
i cried for you because you were in pain
i cried for you because you went astray
i cried for you because you have hurt me
i cried for you because you dont understand me
i cried for you because you didnt hear me
i cried for you because you pushed me away
i cried for you because it was my destiny
i died for you because you did not cry for me

I don’t want to miss you
I loved you so and you loved me too
It was our instinct of what lovers should do
I held you close and you held me more
I’d increase your pleasure and you’d keep the score

But then it struck that we went our ways
Though it was not by choice
In your memories will I stay?
Or will I only keep the voice

I don’t want to miss you if you won’t miss me
Where will I get my sign?
I’m not going to miss you if you won’t miss me
Yet will that change my mind?
What if I miss you and you don’t miss me?
Then I’ll hear my heart just drop
I don’t want to miss you if you wont miss me
But that won’t make me stop

There is a list of what I miss to reminisce
Like your kiss your twist our bliss (You were my wish)
You was my hustled fan and I was you buffed muscle man
There is no greater love that there could ever be
I still think of you babe but I wonder do you think of me

I don’t want to miss you if you won’t miss me
But where will I get my sign?
I’m not going to miss you if you wont miss me
Yet will that change my mind?
What if I miss you and you don’t miss me?
Then I’ll hear my heart just drop
I don’t want to miss you if you won’t miss me
But that won’t make me stop

No, there’s no way I could stop loving you
Because I know that’s not what you would do
You still love me, right?
Its not you but fear and doubt I fight
My heart recovers from infirmity
Knowing our loves for eternity

I don’t want to miss you if you wont miss me
But I&#39;m no longer concerned
I’m not going to miss you if you won’t miss me
Yet both our passions burn
What if I miss you and you don’t miss me?
Then my soul would be too blind to see
I don’t want to miss you if you wont miss me
Cuz you’re still missing me

By the way Shui hu, I really like your reflection composition it&#39;s sonorous.

This is a Shakespears style sonnet made by a very talented friend of mine. Please don't steal her work, and thank you ~

Flow of Time

Are we but mere boats on a water trail?
Enticing, urging leaves on the bank, drone
So much that we drown our reason to sail
Splendid, budding desire seems to tone

In the tide, a swift boat surpasses thee
Panicking, this catching-up frees distress
So much that we mask all as well as we
Exhausting, pebbles hitting in excess

The watercourse appears everlasting
Startled, we arrive at the stream’s ceasing
So much that we question our own dwelling
Nostalgic, we muse at our past rippling

Currents and tides render our journey brief
Will thou opt to delay thy deeds until grief?

Can we post song lyrics here too?

mines was actually a song that i made so... sure

Murderer
It started as a normal day
and right there did you take my breath away
trying to give me a stroke as my heart skipped contraction
Leaving these deep wounds with a fatal attraction
pulling me in with your sexy thick lips and that cute calling nose
Thinking all was safe until you shot me with an arsenal of cupids bows
Each hit like one million hugs slaving me to breathe faster
As the plants lean to sunlight you became my vital master
passion spread openly as we drew each other near
Like two rapid flames burning heat combined to unitely sear
While we scorched in lust and desire we melted the world envy green
A paragon we were for tales and powers that were unseen
But to finish the job you stole my heart and smile as i pant
How can I live without you now, you already knew....I can't

This isnt a Peom I made, but I like it alot, Also, its part of the lryics to 'Feel Good INC'

'Windmill, windmill, for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand.
Take it all in on your stride.
It is sticking, falling down.
Love forever love is free.
Let’s turn forever you and me.
Windmill, windmill, for the land.
Is everybody in?'

This poem has no title. I was just trying to go to sleep when it woke me up and demanded to be posted about 5 minutes ago.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
What do you see here?
Wretched being in denial,
Or something that is real?
Lift me, push me off the wall,
Let my head be clear,
I can't live, my lifes on hold,
Its you I must be near.

Let me sleep or take my hand,
I wish now that you knew,
I don't know what you would do,
This all just feels so new,
If you knew I felt for you,
Would you hold it dear?
Now I don't know what to do,
The path is so unclear.

It is posted now so I can sleep =_=

Damn poem woke me up again. This one has a title though.
Tyre Tracks
You left me cut and bruised and bleeding,
I will never be the same,
What gave you the right to do this,
To bull dose me, just like a train,
All I did was try to please you,
But you wouldn't let me fit,
You denied me all I wanted,
What you did, it makes me sick,
These results are now unending,
If you were here, I'd do you in.

Bit depressed but I can't help it. It just woke me up.

Please dont be offended by what you will read, if you do not wish to read something of my religion do not read what i have just written. Thank you!

It's kinda clever how my endeavor has never severed from weather, holding better like an angels feather cuz jesus reigneth for ever. Together nodding tremors of glimmer savin sinners before last dinner he's the winner that shimmers for enders, gives reason for senders. Shown contenders apprehendors forwarded to comprehenders and then there's the clarification no matter whereth the nation we've ineherited integration upholding seraphs with sanction. And the devil be hatin tryin to pose complication but with my Jesus donation you know there's no condemnation. Now see Elijah smote the waters made them go hither and thither. Satan sittin plottin, goin slither and slither. He that lacketh any fruit like a stick will he wither but he that walketh with the lord shall he shineth like glitter. And my Jesus sayin "wassup? wilst thou get thy weight up?" He overfloweth my cup with holy water or "heaven up". And we're all thirsty for God's mercy yet firstly we've to inversly hinder cursing derender worsening remember the sundering as we surrender to God's thundering. Understanding that the advesary will not be the end of me. Hatred, fear, and doubt are all the source of enimity. Thinking he to God, happened to be such a proximity. Blockin out with pride that his own was of revity. His followers lack clemency as they all have the tendency to claim sins on dependency as much a fish in the sea. Little do they know my lord God is incredible. His knowledge makes a meal because his word is so edible. Even angels praise him high as he lifts from the decibels. Don't attempt to dodge his judgement cuz my God is inevitable.


(didnt want to put my whole thing on there so i shortened it)

wow....:blink:

Yeah!
And she was… yeah
So I induldged into that happy land
Moving forward keeping flames a fanned
When… yeah
I was scared that it might hurt too much
Looked at the fuel thought it rot and such
And… yeah
Couldn’t stop those raging singeing embers
When the forest flamed?… no one remembers
Time went on, you’d sure know he did,
Like nothing happened
With the scars all hid
Till….I….. needed some
Had to….. get me some
Yeah!
Loved and hated with reasons for you, yeah!
Made so much crazed hate, makin love is due, yeah!
I’m going to touch you where you like it, yeah!
Thrilled so much you’ll hate that you love it and….well,
if you want it then why fight it, yeah?
So, yeah if you question how I feel right now
Where'd it come from. why and how?
Yeah, it came from yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
probably the best way for me to say it. Yeah!


After you've read it as written change "yeah" to someone you care deeply about... then a new meaning is revealed Probably one of the weirdest ones I've written but I kinda like it... yeah.

Why do we have three poetry threads?

This was the first

[NO TITLE]
Sun setting down over our willow tree
We don't care we give no heed
Our attention on each other
It never fades

One fatal night the blinding light
The flashing colors around us
That moment your body was dust
That moment you were gone

You are gone and Ill wonder how I live
This world you wont stay
From day to day
That spark from our souls will never give
Ill never let go of your hand

We spoke of this day love of mine
The day that we grieve
Our minds our body is separated
But your soul from mine never departed

You are gone and Ill wonder how I live
This world you wont stay
From day to day
That spark from our souls will never fade give
Ill never let go of your hand

That rainy day clouds darkening the hills
The women and men were weak
Tears rolling down their cheeks
It was not you that fled
Our souls unite
I was the one thats dead

I am gone and Ill wonder how Ill survive
This person cant stay without you
That spark from of souls will be alive
Until I hear your whisper voice
Ill never let go of your hand

Sun setting down over our willow tree
We don't care we give no heed
Our attention on each other
It never fades

One fatal night the blinding light
The flashing colors around us
That moment you were gone

You are gone and Ill wonder how I live
This world you wont stay
From day to day
That spark from our souls will never fade out
Ill never let go of your hand

We spoke of this day love of mine
The day in which we leave
Our minds our body is separated
But your soul from mine never departed

You are gone and Ill wonder how I live
This world you wont stay
From day to day
That spark from our souls will never fade out
Ill never let go of your hand

The rainy day clouds darkening the hills
The women and men in black
Tears rolling down their cheeks
It was not you that left
Our souls unite
I was the one thats dead

I am gone and Ill wonder how Ill survive
This person cant stay without you
From day to day
That spark from our souls will never fade out
Ill never let go of your hand
This spoiler has the unedited version






This isnt ment to be read like a harsh poem. I ment it to be more of a song. I hate poetry readings, everyone sounds like rocks and robots...

Here's a poem I wrote for my Poetry Project just a few weeks ago(steal it and die:death: ):

Remembering What Never Was
by Distant Dreamz

Look, she sings a tainted song,
Frost-tinged mirrors, they linger on,
Grieving on for what is lost,
In memories, for what is sought,
A dream that dreamt,
Now is gone,
Now is left, lingers on,
Yet, the girl, she returns still,
To the frosted windowsill,
The dream that dreamt,
The tear that wept,
Now does wilt,
Let it linger on,
What was there
has never been.
So unaware,
do we dream?
Lost again, in memory,
Remembering what never was,
And never will be.

:heh: The explanation for it's meaning is like 18 lines long, so I'm going to leave it at that.

All those comma's arent needed in the poem for it is a rhyming poem meaning it would make no sense for many of the rhyming sections to come from one sentence. (punctuation isnt a big deal in poetry). Leave the ending blank unless to are implying that its all read smoothly as a sentence.

Love Notes
(phase one)
Long ago as a young kid
I have very little friends
They were always off somewhere
As I was left to cry

Over many years of school
I made a lot more friends
We were all very different from each other then
and different we are still

We had days of happiness
Others that were very dark
But through all the days of up and downs
We were all still there

One day we were gone
On the road for a trip of fun
We were all older then that young child
But insider we were not

Late one day near our destination
Far from hell but far from heaven
A carriage sped from hell to heaven
Killing half my friends

That night after half left
The other departed in grief
I found them all drowned in salty tears
As I was close to hell

I sat drenched in friends tears
Saturated hands in my face
And suddenly my heart was empty
Then I saw the pearly gates

My friends told me not to cry
I was strong for that is why
I was spared from grief and sorrow
That is why I'm here

I cried a little more
As they left me in my tears
They told me I was just to strong
I say I'm a monster


There was no heaven no pit to hell
I was left in void of life
I searched and searched for eternity
Looking for my friends

And for eternity I cried and cried
Filling my pool with monster tears
My friends have left me alone for good
They left me cold and wet

Long ago as a young adult
I had not one friend to talk to with
They were all off with each other
Leaving me to cry



(phase two)
As the sun set down over the hills of home
I sit and think
With the love of my life
Sitting by my side
The orange tinge
The blood red tint
How love resides in heart

The sun now fades into the ebony
Twinkles of the stars of sky
I lay and stare
With the love of my life
Heaven is now
Hell is never

The bodies of us, loved, will grow old and die
Our souls will never be lost

the dawning star


cant you hear
the cracks in the walls
they are leaking
the whispers are drowning my thoughts

conceived in anger
where has the heart gone?
among the essence of theives
stealing me away
where have you left me
but among the fields of winter


iv had enough now
you cant lie anymore
they will take you nowhere
stop hiding
i know where you are
stop playing these mindless games

cant you see
these walls are bleeding
dont leave me standing
here, in the fields of winter

My latest poem.. To check my othe newer ones check poetry in 'Everyday Chatter'

Protection

Cookies for you, cookies for me
Laughter in my mind
Those happy, happy times
Ine my memory

I look at us now
Deep hatred in your eyes
Why is it like this?
Why must we be enemies?

I look into your eyes
I see nothing but fear
Fear of what, I do not know
But perhaps, it is fear of me

I look into my heart
I see my love for you
Yet I refuse to think
That we will laugh again

What happened to that happy soul?
That cheerful laughing face
WQhat happened to our friendship?
And that joyous embrace?

I know that it's because of me
That you and he broke up
But I id what I thought was best
Though yoiu will never know

Never will we be friends again
All bewcause of me
We'll never laugh together again
Because of that one mistake

I tried to protect ytou from him
Though maybe I was wrong
He was going to hrut you again
So I ruid our friendship
To help you...
I love you still..
My sister.. My best friend...

I speak from the flaming spear
From which you wielded through
My sole you are as if I where coal
Burning until the eternal flame fades
Through your fowl stench, the stench
Of a burnt out coal and a bleeding soul
For as long as life has a meaning.
With out a meaning that flaming spear
Wouldn’t have interfered with
My oh so sacred goal to end life where
It stands... Things could have been different...
Much different

Currently names DEMO
prose



>The day has ended
>with a swift sun
>set. They said it
>would get colder;
>but it hasn't, yet.
>They- as in the
>news.


<<phase one>>

The night was warm. Sleeping was almost imposable; It was one of those nights where you stay up for a long time trying everything to get to sleep, and if you do, it seems like you didn't. Yet, you wake up early also.

It was one of those nights.

The humming of the power lines close but over yonder gave a humble and cozy feeling.

>You can close your eyes to block out the light;
>The light from the street lamp outside .But it
>just makes a red glow from the blood in your
>eye lid.

It was one of those nights.

<morning>

Aysum woke up. His eyes strained from the light. The clock was reading 6:34. Obviously A.M. His eyes strained from the glare of the white. White like ivory. White like the walls of his room.

The room blacked and soon Aysum found himself up again, but the light from outside was stronger and there were sounds from out his room.

“Get up everyone! Breakfast is ready!” A voice from out the room shouted.

Aysum got out of bed. Dressed in a white night clothes that looked like it was from the hospital he walked to the door. It matched everything else in the room with its colour. White. The nob was brass.

>You can grip a door nob.
>If its locked you can't
>open it no matter how
>hard to grip and turn.

“The door is locked Jen... again...” Aysum said quietly.

“What was that?” The same voice from before said.

“The door is locked again...”


“I'll unlock it after I'm all done with these eggs here, okay hon?”

The sound of footsteps could be heard through the cold door. Aysum's cheek was turning a ripe red as he held it longer against the door. The sizzle of eggs died down to a mumble of eating and the chatter of teens and children. Four were eating, one was getting his cheek numbed.

Aysum gazed into the room. It was all white, it was so bare, it had no hear, cold even; and sadly it was home. The light shone through the window. It was a white light with a hint of orange.

“whitange...”

Light steps were coming towards his door.

>A jingle of metal
>and a fight with
> the nob.

Aysum fell onto the hazel colored carpet in the hall with a thud as he was stripped of the door supporting him. He laid there, with a gave fixed in his room; that gaze soon moved up to the person who opened the door.

It was a girl in her teens. Beautiful brown hair flowed from her head to her arm pits, and she too was in the same type of sleeping garment Aysum was in, though hers was bigger for she was taller then him.

Her face blushed with anger as Aysum gazed up with a sight of her underwear's.

“Well, hello there. Thanks for opening the door. Now are you going to give me a hand or not?” Aysum said with a smile.

The anger on the girls face turned to furry as she started to kick and yell at Aysum.

“You pervert! Sicko! Why are you looking up my dress!!” The girl yelled and yelled.

>and yelled.

*slight bump*

Well it's about 3:15 am here, and I can't sleep, so I wrote this poem. Sorry I took so long Wandering Mage, but I haven't had any inspiration for over a month, hehe. Anyways, some of you will be happy to hear that this poem isn't as disturbing as some of my earlier infamous ones! :heh:

"Inevitable"

Time takes too long . . .

With each bitter passing
She cruelly teases me
Those cryptic jokes

Time doesn't fly by
Instead her fingers crawl
Cherishing each key

She dares abuse the rubato
To ritardendo the largo
Fermating this cacophony

I want my accelerando
Need to skip forward
Not tied up like the notes

At least it is inevitable
That the finale will come
And along with it my freedom

May this dancing game
Codas as quickly as
One, two, three

. . . too long to heal

~~

Come on guys, this thread was very popular in the past. Post your stuff! :P I know we have some pretty good poets around here. (Especially Milai Sapphire! :lol: )

Hey al... Do you remember your poem 'The Back of Her Head' ?

An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.

Can you quess what poem that came from, if you do then you get a piece of pocky!

Hint: It came from the poem that says,

Water, water everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

Water, water everywhere / So let's all take a drink. Lawl.
'Tis The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel T. Coleridge. Yarr.
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I'm not much of a poet, although I enjoy a few. Eg.:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renenwed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

first poem i wrote in half an year!! woot! Btw i am 14.. so dont expect much :P
EAP

Before midnight, after dawn, a gust drifts by
As shadows spreads through the night sky
Signaling the fall, the fall of the sky’s dread
The drops that would trickle, tickle, descending down into the night
On to his disheveled hair, his suffering head
To the man that suffers from sorrow, future holds no delight

A troubled man was he, eyes molded with ivory
Empty hollows quenched from seeds of hope
Arms swaying, without courage or worry
Stumbles across the lane, drools down the slope,
Cusses beneath his breath, stench of vomit erupts from his throat
Saddened that she is gone, she who he dotes

He lifts his eyes high, searches across the sky
For all that has been lost, for a cloud in the sky
Yet, nothing was found, but rain releasing their might
Their rising might, that stings his eyes
Their suicide flight that blurs the sight
Their crashing noise that splatters, amid a raven’s cry

He that knows crows, shudders before the cry
For it awakens his memories, within, sadness lies
“Why” he murmurs, his eyes staring
His eyes narrowing, his heart unsettling
As he watches the raven croak
The gasping croak from which his memories evoke

With much strange ado, the raven sits on the placid branch
As thunder starts ravaging, blazes of fire lights the dark
While rain increases, arouses a misty stanch
The smell of rusty dust, to conjure an evil that’s to embark
In the mind of the man that stands beneath the sky’s outpour
The memories of Virginia, his beloved precious yore

Suddenly, a fastened time, a sign of ominous omen
For the raven has taken flight, into the darkness of the night
Upon, soars up in the sky, past the darkness, into the twilight
To cause a rumbling, to serve as conflicts token
Gasps the man, “nevermore”
For his raven was gone, those raven to be seen nevermore





As he merely muttered that cursed word
The sky become dark, a darkness that shows no light
For the raven has returned, bringing light back for the night
With many, the raven returns with much more
A force of ravens, a sky of ravens, to fancy for his sake
To draw the darkness within, the tempt to awake his heartache

His heartache for his beloved Virginia, burned in his heart’s core
He screams violently, as his makings catch up to his conscious mind
“This is not a token of her, but a token of Lenore!”
But the hatred of sorrow rips his heart that shudders mankind
This hatred of sorrow that evokes his past yore
It lives, to remind him of his beloved nevermore

“This is wretched sky, this wretched land, of the Demon’s art
Tell me! Why choose my feeble heart?
To quench your own selfish desires
The happiness of causing one grief
To burn my soul on the furnace of fire
To show me with no sympathy of relief!”

Among purity of silver ice
Among the darkness that beguiles the night
This sorrow that is enticing
This sorrow preventing him for alighting
He that wonders, drunk and sunken, fades away
Into the darkness of the night, forever asleep he stays


Got too hasty halfway

Cordially, With Love

Crooked pathway, beyond the rugged stone steps,
Leading out towards the horizon
In between ambrosia trees and swamplands
I begin to walk.

How strange it seems to watch you embrace the silent ground.

And far away the chirping gossips mock both you and I
To the point where shame and fear brand us immortally
With all the things that should have been
I will not cry.

I clap three times, and send a soft prayer.

How to I say I'm sorry? How could I ever possibly attempt to convey
my own frustration. With my shallow love so fickle that it focused only on your face? How would I attempt to pacify a spirit with so much to resent?

A white flower falls from my fingertips.

While I am told you would forgive me,
I cannot lay down my guilt
In penance, I will love you still; and
I shall not forgive myself



*Sorry! A quick drabble off the top of my head. I wanted to write something happy, but as usual, I find it easier to write tradgedy =_=; You might be able to tell I'm a fan of classical (19th Century) poetry. My favourite poem being 'The Love Song of Alfred. J. Prufrock.' Anyway, I can't write poetry at all but I imitate well ^_^

To a Freind, I wrote this.

Poem to a Wild flower:
To me, you are a wild flower
Full of beauty and grace
Shall you remain unpicked.
Though you may wither
In darkness,
Shall you smile
In sun light.
When rain may pour,
Sadness shall come.
Within rain is darkness,
Within darkness is light,
May that light remain in your sight,
And always guide you through your darkest night.
For you are a wild flower,
Through darkness, through rain,
Through sorrow and pain
You will always remain the same,
Beautiful, to me

Actually, wild flower is not exactly a good term in some sense.

I am writing this for pure psychotic reasons.

Holding a carving knife in my hand,
laughters from me I've never heard.
Slowly, slowly,
let's peel the potato shall we?
Bye bye Mr. Epidermis!
Don't cry, don't cry.
I am not finished.
Why leave the lonely pink flesh uncooked?
Boiling, boiling.
you shan't wait long for the water.
So don't you run away.
Singing, singing.
A choir in the distance in harmony with your screams.
Let me hear your sweet delight.
Flow, flow, flow.
Your red river of life.
You have made my christmas, my happiest christmas, I say.

lmao XD I like this psychotic form of poetry. For some reason I want that poem on a t-shirt!

Solutions for Troubled Times

This morning I woke,
I was cold
And I couldn't remember
Where I was

I think someone said
That this feeling is common
Among the middle classes

But I'm not sure I want to be
Like everyone I've ever seen
Too brash or loud
Too quiet or faithless
Too small too large
Far too ungrateful

Tonight I will lay down
I will sleep on the floor
I will wake aching
But know where I am.



Freeform kills me, but I like drabbles. Even if they're odd and have no meaning. *attempts to be profound*

Now onwards to homework! I'm BUYING my ACCOUNTING book today *random and excited*

roses are red,
violets are blue,
come to my office,
you know what to do...

lmao XD I like this psychotic form of poetry. For some reason I want that poem on a t-shirt!

Solutions for Troubled Times

This morning I woke,
I was cold
And I couldn't remember
Where I was

I think someone said
That this feeling is common
Among the middle classes

But I'm not sure I want to be
Like everyone I've ever seen
Too brash or loud
Too quiet or faithless
Too small too large
Far too ungrateful

Tonight I will lay down
I will sleep on the floor
I will wake aching
But know where I am.



Freeform kills me, but I like drabbles. Even if they're odd and have no meaning. *attempts to be profound*

Now onwards to homework! I'm BUYING my ACCOUNTING book today *random and excited*

I like the odd and meaningless, and I like your poem. :china:

Here is one I made up just now, at midnight. Now this is bad. -_-

Of my vestal maiden,
all was a kin,
all was seraphic.
her sigh, an angel's glissando
As lithesome as the river that descends
the mountain side,
as tender
as the air that I breathe.


:unsure:

writing should not and cannot be constricted; it is a force of thought meeting words to mold together treats sweet for the tongue and filling for the mind

basically, paste any writing, like poems, you have here ...

yes this was by me


Love Spirit

He wanders for eternity
After death tore his
soul from his body.
He thinks to himself
While drifting among
The crowds of the
People who live blind
To what the world really is.
“I lived a good life.
I’ve done all that I wanted.”
An eternity of wandering
Gets tiresome
So however monotonous it may be,
he watches the world,
He once was a part of.
The children play carefree,
Oh how the children
Were so fortunate
That their innocence had not
Yet been lost to the
Sadness of growing up.
But he then notices
Something he had
Never seen before.
A young couple walks through
Their eyes on nothing but each other.
Though grown up, their eyes
Reflected the innocence
Of a child, when nothing else
In the world mattered.
Love.
Immersed in thought again
“It was too early” he says.
I haven’t done all I could do
I haven’t seen all I could see
I haven’t said all I could say
I haven’t loved as my heart
Wanted to love.”
I haven’t felt that warmth
That comes from a person’s heart
I haven’t felt close enough
To someone to make me truly happy”
Thought can be hypnotic
And as he drifts in a trance to a fountain
In a forgotten corner of the city,
He wonders,
“Can spirits cry, because if so
I would let me tears drip
Into the fountain
And maybe one day
Someone will approach
This empty cold place and
See my tears stain the water.
I have come so close to love
But love was not ready for me.
I was foolish to think that
I was ready for love
And foolish to think that
Love was something
I could find
Like the penny
At the bottom of the fountain.
Then again,
Maybe it was because
I wanted love so much,
I was blinded to the love
Already surrounding me.”
Lonely in this forgotten corner
He goes back to the children
And watches their innocence
As a distraction from thoughts.
But thoughts are overwhelming
As they crawl through
The barrier he created
To stop their hypnotic powers.
“What is love?” This long-time
Question he asks.
He answers himself, “Love
Is cruel, and love is heartless.”
But his eyes, with a mind of their own
Sees a family with innocence in their eyes.
“Maybe love is an instructor
That teaches emotions,
If innocence is an emotion.”
He longs to live again,
As many spirits do.
“If I were to live again
I would link hands with love
But who says a spirit can’t love.
If spirits could cry,
I would let me tears drip
Into the fountain
And maybe one day
Someone will approach
This empty cold place and
Learn from my tears
That stained the water.”

One of my old firsties.

Thinking About You

Thinking about you
Late at night
Tends to relieve me
Of all my frights

I think of your hair
And your beautiful skin
You're the only prize
I wanna win

Thinking about you
Makes me strong
You make me right
Instead of wrong

If you're light
I'll disappear into day
If you're dark
I'll fade away

Two paths to choose
What should I do
Wherever you go
I'll follow you

If you are the dawn
I'll turn right
But I'll turn left
If you are twilight

Thinking about you
I know that it's real
These emotions I have
These emotions I feel

Thinking about you
I know you're not far
You'll always be
My shining star

Hate me or love me
I'll always love you
I'll always be there
Forever true

I may not seem
Like the perfect lover
But don't judge a book
By its ugly cover

But just hang around
Wait and see
That the perfect one
Could be me

Thinking about you
Late at night
Always brings me
Sweet delight

Damn. I have to type this up now... This is something from a few months back I just so happen to have written it in a book.


I Feel Like Writing

My creative juices are flowing in no direction at all.
I feel like writing a peom, a story, a philosophy with no subject.
My music is playing, my chat line running.
What do I feel like writing?
Not sure, not decided, uncertain.
Can this be as hard as it gets?
Watching the time go by as I've hit writer's block.
All these creative 'fish' not being caught.
Such a waste of creativity.
Oh, bucket with a hole, be fixed!
These juices are flowing out.
Such a waste of creativity.
Yet here I still lay trying to write something.
Even something is better than nothing.
I feel like writing.
But 'tis creative's friend inspiration that has not found me.
Where, oh where inspirationcould you be?
But still I feel like writing.

Her welcoming smile is present, glistening
In the azure sky. Golden locks fall,
Cascading over her slender shoulders. Her
eyes alive as they dance for the dying sun.

Beauty. Her tender lips encroach my thoughts
Silence. Entrancing melodies of absolute vacancy.
Being neither near nor far, her siren call allures me,
Enticing me to reach out to her. Tempting me to feel.

If I reach out to her, I can feel her svelte form,
Her tender embodiment of serene perfection,
The avatar of my wildest desires. I surrender
Myself to her happiness - aspiring to please her,

She sits still, her ignited eyes diminishing,
the sun has fallen. In place of its fire is deep
blue. Residue collaborates in salty rivulets,
Depositing themselves on her smooth visage.

I go to her. Embrace her as I have wished to do so
for so long. I touch her flowing locks as they sway,
powerless to the wind. She relaxes, melding into my
warm arms. Submitting herself to me. Safe in my hands.

My poetry style isnt like most.
http://allpoetry.com/Little-Buster
Most of my pieces are written to pictures.

Whee~ Fun stuff

Moment

There she was; sitting.
Everywhere I look,
The walls stand bare.
It really is befitting.
The only thing I could do is stare,
For at the centre was a book.
And a girl with long hair.

And in this book was a story.
It was a story written for the girl,
For she was the only one that could read.
On the floor, next to a morning glory.
She adjusted the bookmark, covered in beads,
And took a locke of her hair and gave it a swirl.
Pondering her deed.

I reach out to her; arms wide.
But it seems that there's nothing left for her.
For in this barren room, lacking colour,
She remained where she was, with pride,
Even though the walls grew taller.
The moment was but a blur,
Growing duller.

Then, at final peak,
The flower withered and died.
The book flung open with a gust.
There was a visitor for me, he seek.
Argue I did, but he told me I must.
And with the girl right there, I sighed.
Her memories will only be bleak.

The girl, once sitting, now stood.
The book, once read, now blank.
The flower, once bloomed, lay dead.
And wonder she would,
Of this day, where she saw red.
And when she sank.
For her father lay without his head.

Each morning you’re waiting
My clothing, on a chair
For me to fill you
With my vanity, my love
My hope, my body
I hardly
Have gotten out of sleep
I say goodbye to the water
I enter into your sleeves
My legs look for
The hollowness of your legs
And so embraced
By your tireless faithfulness
I go out to walk in the grass
I enter into poetry
I look through windows
At things
Men, women,
Deeds and struggles
Keep forming me
Keep coming against me
Laboring with my hands
Opening my eyes
Using up my mouth
And so,
Clothing,
I also keep forming you
Poking out your elbows
Snapping your threads
And so your life grows
Into the image of my live.
In the wind
You ripple and rustle
As if you were my soul.
In bad minutes
You stick
To my bones
Empty, through the night
Darkness, sleep
Populate with their fantasies
Your wings and mine.
I ask
If one day
A bullet
From the enemy
Might leave a spot of my blood on you
And then
You would die with me
Or maybe
It won’t all be
So dramatic
But simple
And you’ll just get feeble,
Clothing,
Growing old
With me, with my body
And together
We will enter
The earth.
That’s why
Every day
I greet you
With reverence and then
You embrace me and I forget you
Because we are just one
And we’ll keep going on together
Against the wind, in the night
The streets, or the struggle
One single body
May be, may be, some time will be immobile.
from:poetseers.org

This is one i wrote today in the middle of english class. It is in reference to "The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It's not finished. Oh yeah. it's in an answer/response format.

Answer:
Burn a candle
Light a flame
Let all see
Your sin and shame

Response:
Wit uncovered
By darkness lit
Soon blow out the candlestick

Answer:
I won't, I shan't
Dissolve the light
Let everyone see
Burn, burn bright!

Don't quite know what to comment on your poem^. Maybe until it's finished. I can't think of a title for my poem, so I'll leave it. Emotional journey to hell? Nah.

I have left my expectations of life behind.
So I walked unburdened to the future ahead.
Pointlessly, without directions.
Like Moses led the slaves.
Out of Eygpt I am!
Now, under the blaze.
There is no water, so someone hit the rock!
I am denied the promised land.
Anger boils and consumes me from within.
Like Cain, he envies Abel.
So much he shed the blood of his brother.
Then so I placed my jealousy upon the world.
I condemn those more wretched than my state,
and with green eyes stare at those above.
Hoping they fall down from their glory!
So that they drop into the pit below.
Where wolves shall tear them apart so that they never stand again.
How I fantasize spitting on their faces!
Or shall I, with all ill intent, with all trickery in mind!
I will take away their rights,
Jacob the sly!
Then off I will be.
I sit above, in my throne,
feeling at the top of the world.
Before God smites me
and I become nothing.
Nothing more than mere dust heading
for an eternal inferno and destitute.

It's what I hope for,
It's what I'm hopefulfor,
Couldn't feel to no morrow fore,
Because said the dancer,
Who goes wide, can't go deep,
she always goes for days and weeks,
feel kept and he said 'spite anything,
he went into the field for a momment,
Can't go no anywhere for she bites in mind,
For no missing of you can make me go back dancing,'
But nothing wasn't right and nothing can go wrong
forshe would be there to hold him tight,
And nothing would be better.

The Red And Black Appear
Seth King-Gengler

The red and black appear,
and the humanoid must spend a penny there;
the tool begins to materialize.

Estrogen moves about,
Areion sets on two legs to spare;
the past, turned observers, now appear.

Classical faces stand out,
and their specs are snakes, but fair;
the mouths begin to materialize.

Our subject is stout,
but cowers into a pear;
the observers, turned obsessives, now appear.

Waste soaks like a child can pout,
and the forgathers view the snare;
the pump begins to materialize.

The fallible creature pains from gout,
and the femme group violently breathes air.
The god, turned distance runner, now appears;
the views begin to materialize.

The Secret Tree

A tree of age, seen once a year
On a cold and foggy night.
When the moon is full
And the stars are none
There in lonesome it will stand, upon the hollow in the land.

Secrets lost and long forgotten.
Seeking out the truths unheard.
Hidden deep inside the vain, of the tree upon the plain.

Guards your wishes, hopes, and dreams.
Cherishes your memories.
Lonely thoughts that seemed so vain
Tossed aside like nothing gained.
Lost and found upon the tree, of the vast and grassy sea.

Gently floating on the breeze,
Yearning for a place to go.
Secrets being drawn together
Towards an old and lonely tree.
The Secret Tree that’s in connection with the wide and open basin.

Just as a whisper it had come
It vanished out of sight.
The fog cleared up.
The stars came out.
There in darkness nothing stands…

In the twilight of the morn
The light would brighten the land forlorn.
Where a forgotten tree would stand,
Yes, a Secret Tree would stand,

Upon the hollow in the land.

Do we have to post our poems and stories in here? I have a lot...

You don't have to it's optional.

There are numbers next to the titles of these poems because I'm doing a lit project where you write one poem a day, for on a set theme or idea.


2: Pity

Silhouettes of Trees, still, stand sentinel,
Guardians and keepers,
Scarlet and blood, red, swept softly,
Pity,
Sewn through the sky,
Blues cut away.

Nothing to do on my part,
Just to gaze on, not hapless,
But hopeless,
Pity.

Your curls, locks, soft features of youth,
Curl, Curl,
Fell in arms, in folds of my dress,
Head limp,
Pity.



1: Stoplight

27,
I stand waiting solitude,
Softly comes Rain and Sun,
Snow pleats,
Car screech.
Softly comes car, coming for more nothings.

27,
And We don’t go, go go go.
Everyone goes, right by, rolls,
Rasps:
You went.

27,
Look for me another day.
Gingerly I touch my heart.
Standing quietly on the sidelines,
I hum when no one hears:
I coo:
Look for me another day.

... You haven't posted anything on our forum, let alone some poetry in any language. So do get serious and post something that's worth our time :bigsmile:

Oh and be sure to post it with an English translation to its side if it's not in English, as to abide by the forum rules about foreign languages.