Topic: Poetry?
started by: caseman984
Anyway.. here's one of mine:
I know have known love
but has love known me
I gave her my heat
but all it did was bleed
I loved that girl
with all my might
and did all I could
to make it right
how was I to know
that I was under a spell
that no matter how hard I tried
it would all go to hell
I tried to help
and was labeled a liar
out of the frying pan
and into the fire
we never did agree
or see things eye to eye
but I wasn't trying to argue
I just wanted to know why
we built this relationship
up from the ground
what caused it to fall,
to come tumbling down?
You have told me
what you want me to do
but I can't do it
if I don't have you
without you
I'm not whole
I don't want to rule you
I don't want control
I want to fix myself
to become a better person
I cannot allow
the pain to worsen
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
Untitled (I rise again)
My mind is racing
my heart stands still
I've had enough
I've had my fill
You took away
nothing fills that void
I cannot hear you
its all just noise
The pain you caused me
I cannot repair
I see nothing
and yet I stare
Total forgivness
was never mine
I still carry your torment
scratching my mind
scratching, scratching
digging through
all this pain
it comes from you
To err is human
to forgive divine
because of you
my light does not shine
I've tried to show you
the pain inside
but when I come near you
you run, and hide
Your twisted pleasure
was my pain
it lingers in my head
it rots my brain
Because of all this
I cannot trust
I refuse to love
though I know I must
Yet from the ashes
I will rise
like the phoenix
who still flies
I will not allow
this pain to stay
I will push it down
and throw it away
And once again
my heart will shine
I will show her love
and make her mine
So the pain you caused me
was in vain
because like the fire bird
I rise again
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
"The Lost Love" by Joshua Keeler
I’ve opened wide the window
But can’t unlock the door
And I can’t escape the feeling
This has happened once before
If there’s a reason for my life
I wish you’d let me see
‘Cause I can’t shake this depression
That’s taken hold of me.
The lights are all turned on
Yet still the room is dim,
I’m here in the corner
But you’re still there with him
Oh, it’s killing me to know
That you’ll never feel this way
When every time I see you
All else fades away
Just one glance from you
Would make this pain go away
Just one word from you
And I could face another day
Why has life chosen this path
For me to walk upon?
Why must I do what is right
When my heart tells me its wrong?
[Dreams - life - the feeling of the moment]
Mindless nothing
Sweet romance
Empty cling
Hipnotic Dance
No reality
Beautiful lips
No trace of sanity
Those unforgiving hips
The dark of day
The light of night
My mind to fray
Fanciful flight
~Anztac
Second one:
[Depression]
It comes in overpowering waves,
Relentless, never ceasing, no escape.
It rises and falls like the tide,
But alas it never leaves.
It pushes on me from all sides
And suffocates me when I’m deep.
Sometimes I can’t see the light
And all I can feel is its presence in all directions.
I find in those times I cannot sleep
And even when I think I’ve left it
I can still feel the vast unyielding waves
Ever beating on my soul.
Depression can be like an ocean,
But when I think of you I’m free of despair
And so I stop struggling.
When I’ve waken I find that it was just a dream
And so I find myself deeper
In the dark deep blue of the endless ocean.
~Anztac
Yeah, neither is very long, but hey, I've never really tryed at writting poetry, this is just how I felt.
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~Anztac [ Pertinaciously disconsolate ]
This message has been edited by DeadAnztac on November 06, 2001 at 08:53 PM
LiNeY: especially nice work on Ophelia. Not many 16-year-olds that I know tackle Shakespeare
Hellraiser: very lyric...ever thought of putting music to it?
Anztac: heh...unforgiving hips...amen. Also, I don't think "trying" to write poetry ever really yields anything worth writing. Good poetry, music, really all art, comes from what the artist feels.
caseman: definitely emotional, but have you ever thought of venturing outside of the "rhyming couplets" mode? You can sometimes get more emotional power when you're not limited to rhymes, and also some people dismiss the rhyming couplets as not "real" poetry.
edit: yep, another stupid edit. Why? Because I'm stupid. (Sorry LiNeY, my brain is fried from school)
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Give me ambiguity or give me something else...
This message has been edited by Beldurin on November 07, 2001 at 08:09 PM
quote:
Originally posted by Beldurin:
Nikita: especially nice work on Ophelia. Not many 16-year-olds that I know tackle Shakespeare
Surely you mean LiNeY, right? 
quote:
Originally posted by Beldurin:
Hellraiser: very lyric...ever thought of putting music to it?
Actually, yes I have. I have rewritten lots of songs with words that express my feeling, and I often incorporate rhythm in my poetry, taking care to keep the same accents and the same number of sylables for alternate or adjacent lines. After writing this piece, I have been working on a melody for it, but haven't completed it as I usually get depressed again when I read it.
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Old farts never die, they just get blown away.
This message has been edited by Hellraiser on November 08, 2001 at 04:11 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Beldurin:
caseman: definitely emotional, but have you ever thought of venturing outside of the "rhyming couplets" mode? You can sometimes get more emotional power when you're not limited to rhymes, and also some people dismiss the rhyming couplets as not "real" poetry.
I have, but all my poetry is usually spur of the moment. I just like to express my ideas in some sort of limited format. It probably also comes from a long background in rap music. Most of the time I don't even try to write poetry, I just don't have the inspiration. Every once in a while something like the recent events happens, and I have to find some way to epxress myself. Couplet poetry is my only real release. Any suggestions on other ways of writing would be appreciated.
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
I'll post some of my stuff here, though it's a bit old. I wrote this when I was 16 or something like that and I probably wouldn't write it like this if I were to write it now... but I haven't written any poetry since then (except crappy one for German class or mock poems about my teachers 
), so this will have to do.
Ophelia
Accident, they call it
For suicide is not a nice term to employ,
Talking about a girl of sixteen years –
You fell into the stream and couldn’t swim
And we can never say that he or anyone else
Murdered you
Crazy, they whisper,
In your mind’s night you didn’t know what you did
Or what to do, so you plunged into the water
Perhaps they could have saved you if they’d tried
They didn’t, but nevertheless it was all
Your fault
Flowers, they say
For a King and a Queen and a Brother
A perfect virgin, a nice young lady
And so pretty when the flowers floated ‘round her in the river
What a pity that she had to die
So young
But they won’t say
That the secret autopsy that never was published
Proved clearly that you didn’t drown in that river
But died of your heart that was stabbed by a floret
That had stuck in a curtain of lies and false
Pretentions
But anyway, they decide
It was your decision and nobody’s fault
Or really just an accident, who will ever know?
So they’ll bury you and shed tears for the poor drowned child
And Rosenkrantz and Gueldenstern will believe or at least
Make believe
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Drink oblivion with the morning dew’s ghosts
The blood cocktail drips from the rising sun
Before you wake up in a pool of light
Cruelly sober after dark wine’s night
Let flow the words with the tide of darkness
For tenderness hurts when the curtain is drawn
The whisper that seemed a night’s child’s prayer
Is a naked war cry in the jungle of light
Forget the road that you roamed with the shadows
For the light will show it leads only to dust
The ocean you were eternally sailing
Is not even a tear that was honestly shed
I won’t ask, I won’t cry, and I’ve already washed out
The stains that were left from your kiss on my hands
I will bathe my lips in the first glance of daylight
Drink oblivion, my darling, or else you will cry
As I said... I wrote this stuff when I was 16... and at age 16 I was pretty stupid!
This message has been edited by LiNeY on November 07, 2001 at 01:28 PM
Glow against my face with a slick touch.
My clicks and clacks aren't enough.
They're never enough for freedom,
And for the silent stare of floresent vapor.
Reach to me with plush allibies,
And memories forgotten at the breath of dawn.
Taunt your strobing green taunts.
I feel your flowing dusty breath on my neck.
And I 0wnz j00.
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"Put the cheese on my bum." -Tom Green
-< PersonGuy >
This message has been edited by Kyematimmo on November 18, 2001 at 06:14 AM
quote:
Originally posted by caseman984:
brought a tear to my eye, seriously. Very nice.
If you meant that to me, thanks
I like your poem. how about compressing it a little?
eg.
they walk farther
away, apart
forgetting more
the path they walked
moving as one
to
They walk farther away, apart,
Forgetting more the path they walked,
Moving as one.
Any suggestions about my poem would also be appreciated
I considered posting it like that, but I typed it like I wrote it.
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
heres one I wrote about my best friend from high school (whom I havent spoken with in two years)
Disappearing Act
Reveal to me your true self
I will show you who I am...
Shrouded in darkness
without a ray of hope.
War wounds of red and deep purple
surround my arms-
burnt flesh covers my body.
Fading like the sun behind the Earth.
The moon has frozen herself in light.
I have gone-
No one can find me...
Unmask my face and you will see
No more than what was there yesterday.
A blank stare and an old soul.
Not fit for anyone.
Ill post my two others here also.
Essence
A slow drift
to infinity.
Grabbing at
the stars
the moon
Blank stare
White
Motionless
Your body
brushing against mine.
Pushing
the boundries of reality...
Slipping
into the dark abyss
Sunlight...
Only the essence is left.
And the last one--
Writers Block
Bone white
Hooded
Staring with eyes closed
Words churn endless...
Streams of colorlessness
Steadfast in their
Emptiness
You come to mind.
Then the Moon
All Her Glory
Avenge me oh artful Diana
Still pallid
Nothing painted
Except your words
In my mind.
Sorry for the poor writing--poetry was never really my forte as they say...
This message has been edited by Kyematimmo on November 12, 2001 at 08:12 AM
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
Two travellers
their lives broken
though once moving
always as one
have split apart
they now travel
apart as two
though the paths walked
cross eachother
but after each
they walk farther
away, apart
forgetting more
the path they walked
moving as one
many brambles
cover the path
through them each one
sees the other
seeing nothing
the obstacles
once easy for
two travellers
are difficult
for the lonely
they cross again
and try to find
another path
but they have passed
their joining ways
So there they part
each one saying
sorrowed farewells
but neither knows
whence they shall meet
again...
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quote:
Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.
Not To Be
by Joshua Keeler
To be, or not to be,
The question once was asked.
Though oft misread,
‘twas not about life
But madness.
Yet we frequently find
The question is about life
Why exist? Why suffer?
To please the gods?
Nay, for they care not
Is there any joy?
A reward upon completion?
If so, let me taste
That I despair not in the waiting.
Madness. Life?
Life is madness.
To be, or not to be,
Whether to continue
Or admit defeat.
Murder let them call it,
Accident? Never let it be said
That he in his anguish
Took his life in his hands
And answered, “not to be.”
Grief
Oh, woe is me, all hope is lost to me,
The object of mine love has flown from here,
Once was blind, but now I can see,
From mine eye, cascades a solitary tear.
Come pain, come agony, take residence,
Mine conscious emotions are thy plaything,
Weep for me no longer, I am hesitance,
Mine faith has run dry, self has no meaning.
Glory, thy presence hath jaded me from despair
Glory, honey is likened to salt in thy presence,
Glory has touched mine soul, mine feet touch air,
Away from mine love, life be devoid of sense.
Lo, this love of mine shall forever more be,
This fool, who once was blinded, now can see.
force me to press on, through the blinding pain, through the lashing winds,
through the beating of the mob, i am forced onwards. i do this not by
choice, not of my own will, not for my own benefit, but only because i must.
were it my decision to make, all would be ended now. i would never have to
deal with the negatives in this world again. i would would make it so i
would never hurt again. i only remain a little more for the will of one
person. i know not what i would do without her, and for her love i am
eternally grateful. why i tell this now, i know also not, however i thank
you for your time.
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"Marla said that she might die at any moment, and the only tragedy is that she didn't"--fight club
please feel free to ignore anything i happen to incoherently utter, because, yes, i am a pompus ass.
For each there is some hope,
Understanding perhaps. Yet our understanding rarely seems
Consistent under nature’s test.
Knowledge is never divulged.
So in nature
Having exhausted all resources
It never is told
The reason understanding exists.
For those who thing reason follows from
Understanding the world around
Can you explain this to me?
Knowledge and understanding do not follow from reason.
You think you’re so smart? Reading between the lines,
One's fetish for intellectual thought has fuck all to do with that shit.
Up Yours, Cunt!
If it seems disjointed thats because the emphasis is on the first letter of each word in some lines and the first letter of each line. I think it needs some tweaking.
Edit: I catn spel!
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"This above all: to thine own self be true."
- William Shakespeare.
This message has been edited by Hellraiser on December 12, 2001 at 09:57 AM
As I help I hinder
As i learn I lose
As my eyes open I become blind
As I feel it grows cold
As I watch it withers
As I hope i lose
I tell people to look for the good
but what good are words when I lose faith
As I sit I wonder
As I stand I cry
A genius they all call me
And that is why I die inside
Try to live up to the claims
But a genius I am not
I merely speak my mind, entranceing those who hear
As I look out the window the sky turns grey
I tell people to be who they are when I hide behind the lies
I am a hipocrite
I've become what I can't stand
As they listen I die inside
for what good are words when they are empty
-IX xs XI
We Rise
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How can I describe us,
To a world that does not know
The kind of feeling's we live by
That let's each other grow.
The support that flows between us
Like a fine old aged wine,
Mellow, smooth and fragrant,
Picked from the greatest vine.
How could anyone understand
The feelings that we share,
So devinley perfect
With a most dramtic flair.
Could you understand the look we have
Into each others eyes
Nor all that we have been through
Or the things that make us wise.
Could you ever paint a picture
Of what's become of us.
No, not without angels hair
Woven to the finest brush.
There as persons in our dreams,
There was a promise in our hearts,
There is an image in our mind's,
That can't be torn apart.
There was anger in their voice,
A look of hatred in ther eye's,
Claiming still a victim
After all there year's of said lie's.
And every hard won battle
Is a moment's peace hard won
In each and every victory
We are pressed to touch the sun
Every minute in this place
We've fought to build a new tommorow
Now we've left the days of childhood
For a while we dwell in sorrow
Something falls across our eyes
And veils our ears that we not hear
The silence of our long lost friends
Before they're born again and near
Once again we open up
Our arms and hearts to those we need
No bitterness in why we left
But hungry minds and hearts to feed
We brook the new dawn with a purpose
We close the books of ages past
We are forever on this journey
Always onthough stars collapse
Eventually one day we'll lie
And grasp at dreams to give us peace
For ever onward we will quest
Until these sweet dreams bring surcease
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Time to Deal
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Afraid of the light,
of all that can be seen.
I yearn for the night,
it's for darkness I fiend.
Fade into the shadows,
where I can't be found.
Watch life through a window,
I sink into the ground.
Too weak to be strong,
too afraid to be brave.
Crawl into the darkest hole,
a place I worry not.
To be alone was never my goal,
again it seems my "friends" forgot.
A fant voice I can hear,
a dim light I can see.
It's someone who wants me near,
a person who cares for me.
A smile is all that is shown,
a hand in mine is all I feel.
Pulling me up, making me moan,
right into the light, making me deal.
I turn to see..
all I find is me.
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Where is my Antler? (forgive me, I was bored)
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Hmm, where is my antler?
I left it on my head.
I had to kill a deer for them,
The deer was very dead.
But now my things are missing...
I know I left them on.
Who would steal my antlers?
Who would make them gone?
And then I spotted Peter,
The village midget mole.
He looked across the deli,
And dug into a hole.
But, ahah! I caught him,
I followed down his hole.
He smelled just like a pickle,
And tasted like a roll.
The moral to this story?
Never take my hat.
Because I might just eat you,
Sort of like a cat.
But one thing I hate is going over things, oh yeah, and american spell checkers nearly always seem to ruin what i'm trying to convey. < just a little rant > : )
(as yet unnamed )
Inspiration happens but at a rare moment,
where all else halts to free the movement
of fluid thought
from pen and paper to eyes and heart
Each word and scripting filling
the time flowing away from beneath the nib,
each stoke as natural as breathing
Flicking across the half finished page
resting at stanza's end,
to complete the exhilaration with a satisfied dot.
A twinkle in the sky of your eye
Falling sparkle from me on my knee
Will you catch what I show?
Take me with you
To the twinkle that burns so bright
To the place where I need
So away from where I plead
You know it
You know the terrain I walk
The air I breathe
And the force I lost
Will you catch me?
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So withered so young
Deep ravines and paths
On which travel the motions
Emotions dividing
Senses colliding
Perception dwindling
Oceans waving
Goodbye
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Do I wade blindly?
Or open my eyes to their gestures?
Hard choices in these lights
Safety in isolated darkness
But I can’t avoid them now
Not ever
For they hold my world
No matter how dark and weary I be
Their faces shine
Their smiles shine
With the power of the sun