Official Poetry Thread

[ScioPath]

Have mercy. Don't spam this thread.

[TheVoxyn]

I'm sitting on the stairs
licking my chests hairs
I see a star falling
The lizards will start crawling
Tomorrow is a new day
Yesterday was another day
I feel happy now
Everone can say cow

[JayOctavarium]

i will admit a year or so i wrote this epic long poem called SRNP (Soulful Reflections, Nightmare Projections).. and im not going to post the whole thing on here, but a few highlights. tell me what u think?

Pt 6: Safe In A World Of Dreams?

These four walls
Insanity closing in on me
Trapped in this stall
Won’t you come and save me?

Claustrophobia takes it’s rightful place in my mind
Pull me from this eternal maze of space and time
I need to break free from this hell
Pull me out of this fucking shell
Suddenly I’m overcome
With new hope, new life
With feelings of freedom
And possibilities of flight

Wings form
In my mind
I learn to fly
To escape the norm
To leave reality behind
To be come blind
Of society’s insanity

I escape, to a world unseen
I am Safe In A World Of Dreams.

Pt 7: Echoes From My Past (Dream)

Impossibilities seem endless
Love set astray
A never-ending drift
You keep pushing me away
I sit alone listening to a dream
In the sanctuary of my mind
Safe and serene
I close my eyes
And become blind
To life’s despair and lies

Numb
No longer able to feel
At peace
Life no longer seems real

Echoes from my past begin to haunt my mind
I begin to quiver, unable to find
The tranquility I once knew
For in my minds eye, I see you
I open my eyes and begin to scream
I am no longer Safe In A World Of Dreams

Pt 9: Forever Poisoned

In the blackest of nights
Void of the midsummer’s moon
Nothing seems all right
I know I will be seeing you soon

I hide beneath the stars
But these celestial witnesses
Cannot hide these scars
My mind is warped and twisted,
Ashamed and disgraced
By this unavoidable fate.

Forever haunted
Forever in fear
Forever poisoned
You are no longer the cure

Where do I run?
Where do I hide?
I know the new morning’s sun
Will not be by my side
I turn my head
And see you there
All is said
With your penetrating stare

It is reallydark and parts are really really cheezy

[sonatafanica]

Yesterday I had a thought
of big homes on
old mountains
you painted one and
it still chipped
the bricks and
teeth that made it
couldn't keep it warm
so it was
best to leave
and I swear
the mountain
had an idea

I've never
noticed leaves before
but boy, they block the sky
and when
cold comes near
their colors
adjust
it's not worse
 it's just change

the mountain's years
saw fit
to put me by
a stream
to be as the water
so pretty,
fresh, and clean
but water is
uneasy
and never dares to dream
it goes
just where it's told
and never
breaks routine

yesterday I had a thought
of being
seventeen
you were right
to want a friend
time and space
will put themselves
between us so
we can grow old
and when
that happens things become
cloudier

[Jarlaxle]

So this is obviously not a poem, but in my english class we studied "Kubla Khan", and it is a great poem, I wish Coleridge had been able to finish it. Also, Xanadu by Rush is based on this poem. 

[thecrowing]

Serendipity of the First When I Should Have Waited for the Second

I know very well that you think you are god (and)
I wanna send you a message telling you off,
‘cause at this point, I really don’t care.
I just want to be thought of

It’s been so goddamn long since the last time I’ve been held.
I just want a pair of hands for in the dark, or in the light,
in my room, in the private or anywhere you’d like,
anywhere is fine, I just want to be held

I’m falling in love with every girl that is pretty and
I know, to say the least,
that’s not very healthy
So, can we achieve exactly what I’m seeking
help me isolate me, let me know you’ll be leaving

        Brother, don’t get lost
        The woods are darkening

        I - I owe you one
        Dad – Dad loved us
(Are you trying to inoculate regrets?)

I really want to write a song that tells about the present
that’s not about the past and all the sadness that comes with it
I’m better off now, would you back off, tear down the wall and come
a little closer we’ll get a little closer.

And as much as I strain my eyes they persist to be dry
It’s surprising how I can’t cry, I feel I’m not alive
and I think it’s all your fault you made me feel soft
but alone, like there’s nothing left for me

Can I get inside? Does it hurt when I say "Liar"?
I believe in the day that you would actually expire
Even though I tell myself over and over
Without me, there’s no way that you could be doing any better

       Brother, don’t stay up
       The girl has got it coming

        Don’t – Don’t kill anyone
        Well…   Mom killed us
(You know what comes next)

Will you join me tonight?   I wouldn’t think of it
Instill the loss we fought.  Don’t bring me into this.
I forgot the way it felt.     Flip the boat, get his wrists.
I left it went I got older.   I’m getting a feel for this!
Will you join me tonight?    Where does she live?
Instill the loss we fought.  The air feels stiff.
I forgot the way it felt.     Never did I wish
I left it went I got older.    I’d get used to this.


I feel like I should miss it. 



Note: The recording will be up soon.

[Tick]

As the years pass us by
Are mistakes seem magnified
Surrounded by love
Still we feel so all alone
The sun shines so brightly
Yet we can't see through darkness
The more you run away
The longer the road becomes
You can hide in devices
But the hurts sit beside you
Sometimes its hard to laugh
Yet we can find no tears
The more we lose the ones we love
The more fragile our world becomes
Nothing can truly be owned
Certainly not love
When today's pain envelops your soul
This too shall end
Tomorrow come quickly

[contest_sanity]

Wanted to post something in here, so I'll start getting it in my "new replies" tab.  This is from a couple of years ago:

praise

call upon the carving
call upon the stone
cash another paycheck
to carry you home

bow before the beast
bow before the bone
boast in every orgy
at the foot of a throne

of mirrors:

your god is you
your god is me

isn't this price
too high a fee?

do i put on a show
do i love to be loved
do i entertain

instead of listen,
laugh instead of love?

wrapped up in things
that lead unto death;

you know you can’t
have it both ways –

the sirens call
the crimes entice

so easy
to imagine
instead of live

so easy
to please
instead of serve...

and do you think jesus
got hung for being self-absorbed?

you think god ever looked
another world in the eye,

thinking,

i’d be better off with her?

egypt, egypt
and a golden calf
melts melts
our gold into
the shape

of beast, of idol
and a song
sung to no one,
drips drips
our blood into
his cup:

drunk on a highway
that leads into death.




EDIT: questions, comments, and criticisms welcomed.

[contest_sanity]

the mountain's years
saw fit
to put me by
a stream
to be as the water
so pretty,
fresh, and clean
but water is
uneasy
and never dares to dream
it goes
just where it's told
and never
breaks routine

I was reading this thinking of how it would sound read aloud, and I have a couple of suggestions (if you care):

but water is
anxious                                       -felt like a 2 syllable word would help the flow of speaking this
and never dares to dream
it goes
just where it's told,
never breaking                            -again, felt like eliminating "and" helped the flow slightly
routine.

Hope you don't mind me making suggestions, since I feel like that's what this thread ought to be for.  By the way, I was drawn to this particular stanza because of how rhythmic it sounds.  Nice work.

[thecrowing]

Wanted to post something in here, so I'll start getting it in my "new replies" tab.  This is from a couple of years ago:

praise

call upon the carving
call upon the stone
cash another paycheck
to carry you home

bow before the beast
bow before the bone
boast in every orgy
at the foot of a throne

of mirrors:

your god is you
your god is me

isn't this price
too high a fee?

do i put on a show
do i love to be loved
do i entertain

instead of listen,
laugh instead of love?

wrapped up in things
that lead unto death;

you know you can’t
have it both ways –

the sirens call
the crimes entice

so easy
to imagine
instead of live

so easy
to please
instead of serve...

and do you think jesus
got hung for being self-absorbed?

you think god ever looked
another world in the eye,

thinking,

i’d be better off with her?

egypt, egypt
and a golden calf
melts melts
our gold into
the shape

of beast, of idol
and a song
sung to no one,
drips drips
our blood into
his cup:

drunk on a highway
that leads into death.




EDIT: questions, comments, and criticisms welcomed.

great flow. awesome imagery. i love when poems tell a story.


great flow.

[sonatafanica]

the mountain's years
saw fit
to put me by
a stream
to be as the water
so pretty,
fresh, and clean
but water is
uneasy
and never dares to dream
it goes
just where it's told
and never
breaks routine

I was reading this thinking of how it would sound read aloud, and I have a couple of suggestions (if you care):

but water is
anxious                                       -felt like a 2 syllable word would help the flow of speaking this
and never dares to dream
it goes
just where it's told,
never breaking                            -again, felt like eliminating "and" helped the flow slightly
routine.

Hope you don't mind me making suggestions, since I feel like that's what this thread ought to be for.  By the way, I was drawn to this particular stanza because of how rhythmic it sounds.  Nice work.

I don't mind suggestions at all! I'm never happy with my poetry. I always think it's artless and gross.

[Tick]

Don't Fear My Love
a poem about obsessive love

I'm looking through you I see the lies
Don't kid yourself you can't disguise it.
I see your face, I can not stray from it
I'd lock you up my dear, if I had to.
Please try not to cry out loud, cause no one really cares
You know you are the world, the world, the world, and
You can run but I'll find you
You can hide, but I hear you crying
Don't fear my love
There's no denying
Its all for you
 Its all for you
  
Your face glows, and I'm happy
Please don't fear me, I wouldn't hurt you
There now There now, that's a good girl
I will console you
Take away your fear
Please try not to cry out loud, cause no one really cares
you know you are the world, the world, the world, and
You can run, but I'll find you
You can hide, but I hear you crying
Don't fear my love, there's no denying
Its all for you
Its all for you

[contest_sanity]

*snip*

 
great flow. awesome imagery. i love when poems tell a story.

great flow.

Why thanks!  I'd be interested to know what you thought the "story" was that I was telling.

[thecrowing]

Well obviously, there's no way that I can actually say but what I mean is that there is substance. There are characters, a problem and some kind of forward movement (physically or psychologically). There's something going on and you can tell, it's not just bare-bones emotion. Substance.

[thecrowing]

How long of a poem/song can I post?

[sonatafanica]

I don't think there's a limit, really.

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but that also makes the font tiny so who am I even talking to at this point

[thecrowing]

but that also makes the font tiny so who am I even talking to at this point

Your mother 


~March of the Secure~

Code: [Select]

This cannot be what I need
But I'm here... where I've needed to be
Sit, make a ring, (you'll find your) understanding, breathe
We can make this all happen, just breathe
~
I came back 20 seconds down the road 5 minutes later
I couldn't see straight, Negate staying straight faced
Not in this case
I knew I could feel her 10 feet away
So, there I stayed
I saw the Milky Way... I saw the Milky Way
My eyes will chase these trails, wait and survey this delay
Under the brightest black, I've become insane
According to my memory trace
~
I could have put this down during the squall
I don't want to remember any of it all
Thank you, kindly short-term memory loss
~
I like to be proud of myself
I've got to be
Because
That really
is all I've got
~
Sit down, get out and can you see
this comfort in celestial being
You're all aware, now flying past
this calendar forevever lasts
How do you do it, I want to be you
void the comprimise, control your view
They say, "It's bad to see, it'll hurt you too
thinking of things, not having a clue"
~
Take a deep breath, open your mind
this may not be what you need
but would you say you've been blind?
Here is your clue, the social unstructured
Life is much bigger than you have discovered
Can you feel comfort in this threshold of thought
void the compromise, control your dark
Will you be shallow, pinch the window
stay far away, don't let yourself go?
Just figure it out, what makes your character
Out of your body, you're conscious. Aware.
Damned to a stride to Decide who you are
Who told you this shouldn't be hard?
Look to the sky, you can see we're a star
"I can't read what you're thinking
but I know who you are
Trust me,
I understand who you are."
~
I stride a March (I wrote)
To put you in my arms
I live tonight
In a world outside my ere mind
~
I'd grab her arms
and then catch her breath
I want to fuck
Show her what
I really said
~
I'd suck her lips
Then bite neck
Breathe my lust into her ear
I've wanted this since you've been here
~
But, I didn't give
I didn't speak
I didn't move
I planned it out and lived it through
...
fantasy
~
What's wrong with me?
~
Who told you this shouldn't be hard?
Embarrassment is cause of the war
What comfort it comes with
When I have control over my view
How happy can I get
Loving embarrassment?

I welcome any words worth sharing (comments, questions, etc. etc.)

[sonatafanica]

jente

I like to think
that you wrote songs too

[thecrowing]

What?

[sonatafanica]

?

[thecrowing]

I think I like it.

Rick loves the script. He said it was the best short film he's read in a while, the most interesting character in a while. His favorite scene was the security guard and glass in the metallics bin. Also, "he rubs it fondly."  He said it was just amazing. I guess I was wrong about Cassie. "Knockout ending" he said, laughed out loud.

[sonatafanica]

:3 

[Jarlaxle]

So I found some old poems I wrote for a English project in grade 7. They aren't the best, going through and looking at them, but for that age they are pretty decent, especially if you could read the poems my classmates did.

The first one I got here is a riddle poem. Try to guess what it is.

I am eternal, ever-changing since the beginning of time,
Found within the internal confines of the mind.
When held captive I am nothing more than a whisper in the wind;
But if provoked I can be as wonderful as the sun, or as terrifying as the night.
I am always present, aflame like a beacon light.
You can use me, but first take a second
To apprehend the plot I may wind
That may lead you to the sublime.

Through ancient forests and mighty rivers,
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade;                                  (What a deliberate LOTR reference  )
I shall follow you, never behind nor ahead,
But always inside of you, fabricating beliefs.
You may escape me, but only for a time and a feeble relief,
For all of those images are inside of your head.
Through all of your body and into the world I shall cascade,
Until I am all but gone, for then you shall wither.

[Ħ]

Hey all.

I am thinking about writing my parents an epic poem for Christmas, since I don't appreciate them as much as I should.

Thing is, I'm not a poet or a writer at all.  Help?

[sonatafanica]

BECOME CREATIVE OVERNIGHT

[sonatafanica]

they can't kill us all

I tried to write something here
a poem
I really did
I guess I've lost my sense
about these things
it used to be
that I would just sit down
and I could make something from thin air
I could never run out of words
or ideas
or space
time, for that matter

I had a thought,
but it left me alone
good
it was about an old man
in Barcelona
walking into his living room
to see his
teenage granddaughter there
and for some reason
he had to tell himself
he wasn't angry
she set down a photo
and they both left the room

some nights I'm up so late
nights like tonight
thinking, thinking, thinking
I forget to sleep
and I forget myself
and I'm ashamed in the morning
because I type out long,
long letters
to people I love
but it's o.k. if I do right now
because I'm way too tired
to feel afraid

[thecrowing]

"Like"

[skydivingninja]

Serendipity of the First When I Should Have Waited for the Second

So this is a song?  The rhythm seems kind of weird for it.  I'm still very interested in hearing a recording, especially that last call-and-response stanza which I thought worked very well on the page.

jente

I like to think
that you wrote songs too

Sometimes the simplest poems are the best. 

Don't have anything I'm comfortable with contributing right now. 

[ogrejedi]

When We Missed the Exit to Maryland

We swept up the scraps of our plans
and off to a Delaware diner,
spoke of your Shih Tzus
and my shelter mutt.  Your dogs are
Rats,  I said, spilling coffee.
You countered, Little dogs are cute.
I didn't argue.

On the drive home,
we played tennis with memories of days
when your hair was the Rio Grande
and Jerry Garcia's beard rented my face.
Jónsi Birgisson sang from the stereo.
His voice is a massage, you cooed.
I couldn't argue.

[Ben_Jamin]

Passed out in an unlit corner
with an empty bottle in hand.

constantly reliving this scene
committing a gradual suicide,
it's taken me to the place I fear.
Face to face against my reflection
fighting against our will.

Blood stains reveal
drunken stupidity
as we part ways
cold dissolves in mist.

Constantly reliving this scene
committing a gradual suicide
It's taken me to the place I fear
face to face against my shadow
forced battle 'till death.

[contest_sanity]

For Christmas:

to give the life

he came
he saw
he lived
he died

here is where he feasted
and here is where he cried

the Word became flesh
the Flesh overcame World:

an entrance announced by angels
and denounced by kings,
attended by shepherds

(mary pondered these things).

the wise knelt
at the feet of Wisdom,
led by the Shining Star

to the stable
of all humility,

humanity –

creatures in a manger,
a cross upon the hill

unknown at His birth
undone at His death;

this is divine will.

the child,
the christ,
who sparked so
quickly in the pan:

Somehow Lord of Heaven,
Yet also Son of Man.

[Ben_Jamin]

Yet, She sang
"Here we are my son"

Nightmares of the prophet
entwine within his dreams
had he lived
Insane.

The colors of the frame

Yet, we reminisce
The presents once wrapped.

Nightmares of the prophet
entwine within the dream.

Unbroken sorrow
Lovely agony
lifts my spirit
into the terror.

[The Texas Pirate!]

The following poem is copy and pasted from another thread of mine it is a work of pure fiction mostly mine cept fer a few lines from a rather famos poem please excuse my poor spelling and the many gramatical errors. I felt this thread might be a better home for it.

enjoy.


Twas the night before Christmas and all around town,
The Texas Pirate! was skulking arround.
Searching and peeking for goodies to be had,
the economy was turning this good pirate to bad.
When all of a sudden while sneaking down a dark alley,
a shadow spoke up and and gave me a start,
"gimmie your money" Some dude tryed to rob ME! and I let out a fart.
"what you doin Im broke, aint got shit.
 put that knife away or your gona get hit."
I replyed, robbers robbing theives, Lifes hard in the Rio Grande Valley.
"Oh shit sorry bro, you looked like you had money, gota take care of my kid, and my honey"
"No prob, but its probly my fault, should have seen you first and knocked your ass out."
could have taken his stash of ill gotten gains, would have put to rest some of my economic pains.
Then all of a sudden there arose such a clatter,
 we jumped from the shadows to see what was the matter.
And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a miniature sleigh and 9 tiny reighndeer,
...... so we robbed santas sleigh in stead and split it up suare and even,
four and a half reighndeer rib racks each ! Dasher, bbq, Dancer, broiled, Prancer was baked so I let him live, but vixen got skewered and open pit roasted.

.................MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!...................

[dethklok09]

a few i wrote

Untitled:
a prayer with discontent
i am drowning in the lines
and what saves me
recovers reason
is this moon shining through
while my sun is away
and what, always shut, reaches through to you
your arrival and exit, a gate and a door
trancend walls everflow through me
now i cant keep my head up to high
Untitled
fed for ages with no explanation
they say believe but minds left in suffocation
i cant live with it, this tirieless conformity
i ask me and say prove wrong the thought of a great sea
buried in nothing the world ahead
but a suddnen end to an endeavor said.
for ages the great sea escapes me.
slowly drift off in lunacy.
i asked a tireless man if he could help me
reach the point of the great sea.
within the pace of a second i was there
in a cold rocky chamber with no one there.
to look around and begin my a journey the second
thoughts of escaping returned in a second.
once again the world has removed my sense.
an opposite delusion of strange intelligence.
a rock apart i stand from the beginning.
i have reached the end without knowing where i was going


eh thats my best attempt at poetry

[Manolito Mystiq]

Hey, I'm no pro or anything.

It's not finished, but here goes:

Looking outside my window at night, I see the world asleep;
Overwhelmed by what’s happened, it needs rest to redeem.
No,  nevermore our life’ll be as before they laid upon the Earth.
We neither  allow ignorance to recall separation from the regime. 
Ne’er again we’ll fool our men with knowledge been told from childbirth.
   
Vast ships fleeing, technologically advanced being,
Having been here before, e’er since that June of ’47,
They re-entered with an unfathomable sound,
While painting the world with the fires of heaven,
Slowly fading  to a silence, absolute and profound.