NationStates Jolt Archive

Sidenote: So, I was thinking most everyone who participates in this Forum has talent in writing because otherwise why do so many people spend time coming up with ideas and writing stories and such. Everyone's ideas are creative and original, unless you are just copying someone else's idea and conscrewing it into your own. I love to write and I thought maybe others would like a different thing to write about. I have been involved in this game for about three years and I have not seen poetry used. I am not saying no one has, but I just think it would be nice to see other people's. I do not write a lot of poetry, but I have some. I, however, do like to read it. This is just an opportunity for others to display their work if they want to. Hope to read some of yours soon.

Here are acouple of mine from when I was in highschool. I was 18 when I wrote this, this was three years ago for me.

"Sweet Memories"
Oh what sweet memories that I have of you
when I see you in my dreams
my heart melts like morning dew
I can't believe I am here
and you are not beside me
but I shall think of you forever
from "dawn to dusk" "months to years"
even though we are apart
you will always be in my heart
I know I will never have any fears
when I think of you I wipe away my tears
Oh what sweet memories

"The Sun and The Moon"
Where does safety come to, light or night-time?
Light is bright and coolish,
Radiating this security,
Powerful no light and protect,
You have taken misery from your people.

Granted me with earnest
Given me a face, undoubtly
Beautiful different toward shadows,
Emphasized with glowing ambers,
Given people identity, not
Grayish matter meaning nothing.

Guarding people from the evil,
Hiding behide ever corner surrounded by shadows,
Light will chase the dark away.

Where does safety come to, light or night-time?
Pale unearthy light elucidates this,
Yet does bring gloom to people,
Moon will cause unhappiness and brings a week unhealthy nature.

Granted me with nervousness and
Searching every which way for demons
Hallucinating illusions, horrors,
Shadows mask silent devils, while
Demons watch with gleams in
Eyes, they wait in malice.

This was the first song I had ever wrote, I think it is rather stupid but I think all my songs are rather stupid...here it is

They fear me
They think that we...
Want to take their souls away
They think we are spiders
Waiting for our prey
They don't see the truth in me

Don't want to make it hurt
But sometimes I have no choice
People are afraid of me
They turn their backs and run

Sometimes, when I go to school
I am mistreated
And everything is repeated
I am abused
I get confused
Then the world comes crashing down

Don't want to make it hurt
But sometimes I have no choice
People are afraid of me
they turn their backs and run

Does pain mean I'm alive?
When I cannot strive
When I only have half
Of what should be full

Don't want to make it hurt
But sometimes I have no choice
People are afraid of me
They turn their backs and run

I lay in my bed
Wondering what I said
To deserve what I've been through
Then I cry myself to sleep

Don't want to make it hurt
But sometimes I have no choice
People are afraid of me
They turn their backs and run

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my second song is this


Invaders

Oh here they come, from outer space
Their here to take our lives
And rule this place
We must not let it fall
We must all stand tall
And resist
Or we'll lose it all

They send down their men
And we watch them come
From the TVs in our den
They will take us away
And if not, it is us they will slay
They don’t care what religion or color you are
They want us all, but we must not fall

They are invaders
Here to take us down
They want to crush us
And take burn our towns
How could we let this go?
Wasn’t it enough when ash fell like snow?

Fight we must
Raise the pitch forks, whatever it takes
Let out all our anger and lust
They cannot fight against a united force
They will leave us and of course
Never return again
We have conquered

We are united
We are one
We are rejuvenated
We have been shown the light
There is no more blight
To cover our eyes from the truth
We have conquered the alien invaders

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my third

Already Knew

Every night when were done talking
We tell each other
That we love one another
But how do we know the other one, speaks the truth?

How can I tell that she really means what she says
When she tells me everything that’s on her mind
I feel like she’s hiding something unknown
I’ll just wait for her secrets to become so overgrown
That she will have no choice but to tell
How she really feels

I drive down the streets every single day, without a single trace of her
But every night we get on the phone
And talk with each other until its time to go
And when we go she says that haunting word
I love you

What does she mean
Is she lying
Or is she telling the truth?
How can anyone tell? We just have to trust and hold onto hope
But what if I was right all along, and none of its true?
How can I tell if she wants something else?
I can’t
I just have to hope its not!

We haven’t ever even had one fight
Everything seems so perfect
But behind this mask of lives
I know that she cannot hold it
She cannot hold it!

But all along it turns out I was wrong
I was in over my head I should have figured that if
I swam out much more deeper I would wind up dead
And everything we said
Would mean nothing, at all

So now I am coming back from my
Schemes to try to find out what she really meant
I wasted so much of my life
To find out that things that I
Already knew
Already knew
Already knew….

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my fourth and final

Not your Fault

You might have hurt me you might have
Done something wrong
Something you regret
Something you wish you could take back
But I do not blame you it is not all your fault
It was a simple mistake that turned into a problem
But its all over now because we’ve patched things back up
There is nothing we can do to change the past

So do not take all the blame
Its not all your fault
If I was to put the blame on someone
I would be lost for words
It was a simple mistake and it won’t happen again
I trust you and I know that you trust me back
So lets forget about the mistake and be friends again

I don’t want to lose you because
You’ve helped me so much
The pain would be too great
And I would have one fate
To fall over again and again
Trip and stumble and to never get up
I need you because you lift me up
You help me out and it’s the best you can give
I think I might have gone crazy if I never…
…met you

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there are my stupid songs, the first one was Fear Me, the second was Invaders, the third was Already Knew, and the fourth was Not Your Fault, also might I reqest this be moved to general

*tagged...I started writing poetry in college with no idea how good it is or not....i used to only strictly write fiction, unfortunatly for my self at least most of it was lost when my laptop decided to crash. I'll dig some of it up and try and post in the morrow.

I've written a lot of poetry, most of it to my girl. Got quite a little collection, about 90 or so. I'm gonna publish my own book, don't care if anyone buys it or not, it's just something I've always wanted to do. I'd post some of my work, but I did so on another forumn previously, and it turned up on another website with someone else's name attached to it.

I will however praise myself in this manner, one of my poem's has been read at one of my friend's wedding, and another guy asked if he could give one of my poems to his girl after a fight, and thanked me the next day for getting him laid... I do what I can...

Here's my campy poetry:

http://www.geocities.com/insaintan/poetry.txt

Bump for more people to submit their work. I will everyone's unique work. Thank you for it.

you really thought mine was good...?

We'll just give this a quick PUNT! over to General where it belongs.

http://www.inform.umd.edu/News/Diamondback/archives/2003/12/04/spbrooks.jpg

http://www.livejournal.com/users/happenstanceman/ has a bunch of my random stuff, but this is my favorite poem that I've written:

For I have loved and lost

I want nothing more
Than to feel the sweet caress
Of her finger, her palm, her lip.
Shakespeare could not write her equal.

There is music in her walk,
grace in her voice,
tenderness in her smile,
diamonds in her eyes.

The language of her hips is
More elegant than poets,
More powerful than preachers,
More learned than pundits.

While her long locks
And curving cheek grace
The pillow of my bed
May I forever lie in peace.

And yet a lifetime's walk separates
My comfort and her mind.
The day is young and the sun may yet rise
But I will not see it.

Locked in a dungeon of my own creation
I sit and contemplate
The infinity of beauty and
Infinity of loss which is my own.

The light from this prism
Of memory and mind
Is all I have now
To remind me of her radiance
For I have loved and lost.

<snippidies!>
Shakespeare could not write her equal.
<another snip!>

Oh, but he did.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

(And if you don't know that I'm teasing, you don't know me too well. :P )

Oh, but he did.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

(And if you don't know that I'm teasing, you don't know me too well. :P )

Well, I don't know you that well, but I figured you were teasing, and I'm sure you understood that that was basically the point of the line.

Just because I can, the best of Shakespeare's Sonnets (in my opinion) and the best love poem ever (again, in my opinion):

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

My 'First poem' written in September of 2003
Don't Let Them Take Me
The nice men in the white coats already took me away
they thought they had cured me I hid it so well
but now they're coming for me
they know their work is not yet done.

Don't let them take me,
I don't like the needles,
I don't like their cold hands
and all of their machines.

I saw the beauty of the walls
white as snow
my little world
all to myself.

Now once more
I no longer live
for my life was consumed
by fear of them,

Around every corner
in every crowd
I see them
waiting to take me away.
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My Most Recent written today
The Seven Lanterns
Into these hunks of mass,
no emotion, thought or desire,
was the breath of life
from the deviant creator.

A light bright and strong,
glowing white as it swirled,
the eternal wind of immortal light
through the endless night.

Seven lanterns illuminated,
painting rainbows in the wind of white,
shining brightly forever
through the endless night.
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One of my best
Cursed Oasis
The man
who walks in the desert,
past endless dunes of sand,
as the sun beats down.

Stumbling,
through the shifting landscape
with nary a trace
of water or life.

The man who finds a bottle of wine
exposed from beneath the sand,
that sparkles so brightly,
like the stars in the sky.

Running now,
charging towards the peak,
where it sparkles,
a beacon of hope.

The sand collapses
beneath his heavy feet,
crumbles beneath him
as he slips down and down.

Day and night
he struggles,
always falling,
never getting closer.

Till one day
into the sun he looks,
that rises behind his prize,
burning his squinted eyes.

It falls to him
rolls to his feet,
glistening comfortingly,
red against the orange.

He grabs it up,
so eager to drink
of the sweet wine
encased within.

Breaking the neck,
shattering it beneath his hands,
like razors cutting into him
and his blood mingles with the wine.

He raises it to his lips
as it cuts his face
his tongue
and lips.

The wine gushes out,
burning his throat,
like molten fire
it devours him.

He drinks and drinks
till none remains,
only his own blood
swirling slowly within.

He cries out in anguish
his voice making no noise,
trapped in his burned throat,
never touching his slashed lips.

He falls into the sand,
lets it take him,
carrying him violently
into its cold depths.

Never again
to see the light of day.
Never again
to feel the warmth of the sun.
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I have a lot more (about 30 since September), but most of them aren't all that great or are too angsty and cliche.

Wow! You all leave me speechless. I will put some more of my poetry in. Keep yours coming. The Slaglands, I do enjoy Shakespeare's sonnets also.

Here's my campy poetry:

http://www.geocities.com/insaintan/poetry.txt

You need to name your poems... I was especially impressed by "Untitled" and "Untitled"...

(The ones I am calling "Poor Angel" and "Bow your Head", as I read them).

I agree with the earlier comment that it is risky to put original work on an open format like this, because it is so easy for people to plagiarise, and you are left with little proof.

(I am going to post this one, because I already have it on Poetry.com - so I can prove the copyright if needed).

If there are enough interested poets out there, maybe someone should create a yahoo group, or a friend-only weblog...

Censor (2002)


The palms of your hands should leave marks on your skin,
Crushing force you exert, so convinced of my sin.
From the pressure you need, to keep reasoning out,
For conviction is weak in the presence of doubt.

Knuckles white. Tendons fight. Press the palms to the skin,
“Covered eyes, hidden lies”, let the healing begin.
Fists balled tight. Primal might. Your fist bloodies your ear.
I’m elusive? Not lucid? You say you don’t hear?

Now, I’m painted in blood. Still, you say you don’t see.
Muffled cries in the night score my dark history.
“Covered eyes, hidden lies”, reinforces to me,
That no eyes are so blind, as those that will not see.

no one will want to plaugerize the songs I posted up here, they all suck

no one will want to plaugerize the songs I posted up here, they all suck

I liked "Already Knew"... I liked the way you expressed it.

Poetry is such a subjective thing... that's what makes it so precious... it is the most naked form of art there is, because it is purely individual... your own choice of symbols and images.

And that's why people steal it, I guess... which is sad.

Not by me, but my favorite poem in the whole world:

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Warning
by Jenny Joseph