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so, anyone have any decent poetry to share? :D

so, anyone have any decent poetry to share? :D

Man, so totally going to kill you AND Kanabia (that's right, I can see you over there).

But eh, random poem:

I hope that I need never see
Folks dancing their self-hate in glee
The way girls these days often will,
Smiling through gritted teeth until
They get the friends they want to get
The ones society deems best
The ones who have no aims or goals
And populate the schools in shoals
Grow up to be consumer whores
And dance the self-hate dance once more.

I'll post the other one after someone else posts poetry.

:D I swear, I didn't plot with this guy.

Umm, i'll try and finish off that work-in-progress I showed you :)

EDIT- Do songs count? 'cause technically it's not poetry.

sure, songs are fine

There once was a man from nantucket....

If I could write a song for you
The words would have to be brand new.

For none exist within my mind,
That describe my treasure.....my priceless find.

I love you more than you could know,
How much I'm not allowed to show,

For secrecy and dreams untold,
Are kept within as I try and hold

Back the feelings you invoke in me,
By words and song..... and poetry.

Love blessed with beauty yet consumed by thorns,
Much like a rose thats newly born

Into the garden thats kept by gate....
Grown by love, and sustained by fate.

Okay, be nice now.

You=Robot

The year was 2004
...And nobody knew what was cool any more.
All done with the anti-rock star
Somewhere, sometime, we went too far.

I asked myself;
“Where do we go now?”
Torn up jeans and disorderly screams,
I guess I no longer know what they mean.

Too cool to be you,
Time to try on the other shoe.
Too cool to be true,
I’m lead to believe that you don’t have a clue.

Do you believe and are you for real?
Or are we trapped in a dream so surreal?
Is anarchy so hard for me to conceive?
I get images and ideas of what’s in your head
Sometimes, don’t we all wish we were dead?

Too cool to be you, Robot.
Too cool to be true, Robot.
You, Robot.

Okay, be nice now.<snippy>

^.^ Well, I know I'm amused (in the good way).

But damn, there goes my excuse not to post that other poem of mine...

^.^ Well, I know I'm amused (in the good way).

But damn, there goes my excuse not to post that other poem of mine...

Mwaha, you should really. It's awesome.

Ok, any errors are due to the fact it's bloody 2am and I haven't slept or eaten in something like forever:

And watch now as the distance grows
'Tween those that reap, and those that sow
And whispers hushed of discontent
Of rules they broke and rules they bent
Sweep as a wave across the crowd
And whisperings that become loud
Murmers, rumbles, and then a roar
And discontent becomes a war
Where starving children pick up arms
And rage against the sullen calm
Where words will do as well as guns
At least until the winter comes
And living corpses wait to die
Eyes opened now to all the lies
"Equality and rights for all"
Just sets you up to take a fall
When then one day you look around
And see that you've become a clown
A marrionette, with strings to pull
None of the wealth returns to you
You slave away as best you can
But all the wealth goes to The Man
Never wonder, what did they do
To deserve all that tax from you?
'Cause there's enough to worry about
Without addressing all the doubt-
Which politician's lying less?
And which would make decisions best?
Easier to ignore it all
And live your little life in thrall
To all the politicians that
Steal all your hard earned wealth, grow fat
And so we raise our voices in
Our discontented murmuring
But never change our votes because
We fear the next guys might be worse

*claps* :D

Ok, any errors are due to the fact it's bloody 2am and I haven't spelt or eaten in something like forever:

poem snipped


That is damn good. Though your errors seem to happen before the poem... "spelt or eaten in something?"
wha? :D

That is damn good. Though your errors seem to happen before the poem... "spelt or eaten in something?"
wha? :D

Mannn... I meant 'slept'. See, this is what happens when you don't sleep.

*goes back to edit*

Right. Yes... stuff. I'm starting this from absolutely nothing, by the way, except my own innate randomness.

Mighty Duck, he has nothing
to fear! But you should fear his
mighty leer! raaaaaar maaaaaar Quack.

It's an abstract haiku!
I only have a tenuous grasp of Haiku at the best of times, and I couldn't decide whether mighty had one or two syllables, so I gave it the benefit of the doubt.

My roommate and her boyfriend have the following offering (a haiku):

A booger not picked
Is mucous crusted over,
A booger wasted.

:rolleyes:

There once was a girl from Manas
Who had such a wonderful ass
Not round and pink
Like you probably think
But was grey with long ears and ate grass

A sea of endless stars
Arising and falling in tempo
And folly
As if some exalted sphere of
Litany and odious admixtures
Juxtaposed upon the silhouette
Of hapless transient joy
A little misery
To keep us alive.

A faded memory
Dim with yellow
Of gentle blue eyes
Face of a sage
Very proud, but humble
A warmth exuded
My last memories
Tempered with loss.

A pearl memory
Rose with time
Of a tall rigid figure
Smiling softly
As we putter in the flowers
Tending, sharing
My last memories
Coloured with love.

A pure memory
Precious as silver
Of a funny little smile
Beaming and sunny
As we walk hand in hand
Lost to the world
My last memories
Tinged with laughter.

A gentle memory
Stored with care
Of a studious figure
Bent intently
A smile playing his face
As he studies
My last memories
Shaded with respect.

A painful memory
Blighted but beautiful
Of a thin outline confined
But smiling still
Finding things to marvel at
Even when so ill
My last memories

Three spatial dimensions
Might instead be written
On a two dimensional surface
Like a hologram.
Our everyday perceptions
Of the world as three-dimensional
Would then be either
A profound illusion
Or merely one of two
Alternative ways
Of viewing Reality.
(Jacob D. Berkinstein, 2003)

Grave n idle should really be posting in this thread. His writing is among the best I've ever seen. Brilliant I tell you.

This one is published :)

---

THE SMILES TO BE FOUND

Sometimes you feel
Like just fading away
Slowly flickering out
Day by day.

And sometimes you feel
Like just ending the pain
Giving up
Instead of struggling in vain.

But there is always a reason
To carry on shining bright
To solve all your problems
And find the strength to fight.

And there is always someone
Who will turn your world around
Who will look inside you
And see the smiles to be found.

---

I might post some more later....

Oh and for any budding poets, Forward Press is a great place to start getting published.

Forward Press (http://www.forwardpress.co.uk)

Okay, I'm posting a couple of my 100+ poems.... yes, I'm going to publish eventually.

Broken Rock

A heart, A Rock
The hammer falls
The Rock is broken
A piece of the shattered heart falls
As tears, fall the crumbling shards
Jagged and bare, fragile and broken
The soul of the rock bleeds

Alone in the world
Facing endless time
The wind blows, the dust stings
The rain falls, the heart mournful sings
The loss is sure, the pain is true
Screaming for the loss of its own
The loss of the piece that was you
For once upon a time
The love of this Rock was true

But time heals and elements shape
And someday polished will be the gaping hole
As the Rock takes on facet and shape
So let the rain’s natural tears fall
And slowly take away the pain and gall
And let my heart remain true and love all


Mournful Heart’s Song

Letting go of things that have been
Grasping a hold of things that may be
Setting out the race to win
Finding no race, but life wide as the sea

Holding not to the past
Touching the face of the new
Hoping to reach at last
Molding life to find peace known by few

Climbing above human needs
Eluding the grasp of urgent things
Filling a soul with beautiful seeds
Flying above, the heart mournful sings

Realizing that it is not in:
Letting or Grasping, Setting or Finding
Holding or Touching, Hoping or Molding
Climbing or Eluding, Filling or Flying

Not in things that have been or may be
Not in winning or loosing self in life’s sea
Not in the past or in the new
Not in things reached at last or by few

Not above needs or urgent things
Not for the beautiful seed, does the mournful heart sing
It is not that it has found much to give
It has only realized that it has a life to live

Here and Now.



Fragile

A man? A boy? Who knows?
Wealthy? Not in any measurable way
Attractive? More than some, less than others
Gifted? This poem doesn’t even rhyme
Intelligent? Moderately I suppose
Knowledgeable? About largely useless things
Worthy? Not more than any other

What do I have to offer?
From what riches can I give?
I have acquired little in the life that I have lived
I offer what I have
And hope that it’s enough
My soul, my heart, my love
This is my offer, this is my gift
Hold it with care, for if it came in a box
It would be marked
FRAGILE



Okay, there's three. I'll post more if anyone is really interested.

Will You, Would You?

Will you let me sit here,
Letting life pass me by?
Merely being a watcher
Till the day I die?

If you saw me sitting alone
With a sad look on my face
Would offer your hand
And lead me to a better place?

When the rain falls on my life
When everything is looking down
Will you come and help
Make everything safe and sound?

Will you help me
With the burder I must bear?
Or will you turn a blind eye
And not even care?

When I need you,
Where will you be?
Off in your own world,
Or right beside me?

Would you let me try again,
Give me a second chance?
Will you let me have
Just one last dance?

Will you heal my soul
And mend my heart?
When I come,
Do you hope I never part?

On the darkest of days
And the longest of nights,
Will you guide me on my journey
And help end my plight?

Remember me,
Forget everything I said,
Hold me, ignore me, save me,
Or leave me for dead.

When the day comes
And you must choose,
Will I be the one to prosper
Or the one to lose?

OK I'll put down my poem, I wrote it, and if this thread gets locked I claim no responsibility


Forever I shall see

Useless people

Carrying on about the

Kings tyranny

Over the little man

Forgetting about the troubles in life

Forever never remembering

I can't see anything offensive in that poem, I don't think your thread got deleted for that ... and not having seen the original thread, I won't speculate as to why it was ... pretty decent poem though, and that's what it's all about ;)

These are my two latest ones.

The Creative Process

It's said one must suffer for their art
To compose the lines written on their hearts
That true beauty comes from pain
And geniuses are often also insane

It's believed that the creative spark
Can only be lit in the depths of the dark
That they lie in the midst of their glorious sadness
On their long descent into madness

Even

Sometimes even heroes fall
And even soldiers have to crawl
Every heart will one day break
And any smile can be faked

We all lose dreams along the way
And no one can buy back yesterday
Everyone sometimes gets left behind
The whole world is searching for peace of mind

I do not, cannot claim to know,
yet still I agonize myself so.
Why must it be that we cannot divide
the right from the wrong, and truth from the lies?
Some claim it clear for all to observe,
yet their views often seem to twist and swerve.
These shackles do bind us to Earth in our pain,
with not much to do be be dragged down again.
I, for one, say that we cannot be free
til Death do us part from Life's sweet misery.

Okay, that probably sucks. I wrote it on the spot.

for being written on the spot, that's actually pretty good, in my humble opinion

Here is my contribution, a tanka poem i just wrote inspired by a story i'm writing with my boyfriend :D

You and me outside
Surrounded by these dark woods
Lying on the grass
Watching the stars so bright
Wishing always it could last

I don't know if it's any good, but here it is anyways :D

I haven't written anything decent lately... I'll dig up some old stuff later, maybe. This is one of my favourite poems, though:

Sage Advice

"I want to be a singer,"
is what he said to me.
This foolish one,
he did not know,
all he had to do was sing.

"I want to be a star," he said.
I smiled at him.
I shook my head.
This foolish one,
I could not teach,
for all he had to do was reach.

"I want to live in heaven."
He pointed to the sky.
His last request I understood,
and this time I replied:
"Dreamer, go on, sing your songs,
however futile they might seem.
Reach for the stars,
reach very far,
as far as is your need.
But heaven is no place to go--
you'll find I do not lie.
For heaven is no place or thing,
it's just a state of mind."

-- A friend of mine, from PIPtalks. I can only think of her username now, Serenityblaze