Poetry, Post yours here

[eamonn]

I'm not sure if many people will use this.

Well, I wrote a poem today. I'll post it in a while.

EDIT BY HIDDING HERO: There is now a topic to discuss each others poems if you wish to make comments etc.
It can be found HERE

This post has been edited by hidding hero on Sep 14 2007, 10:51 PM

[Naruto_92]

i'll go first then

twilight balances amoungst sporadic pleasures,
found in the midnight grasses,
lovers lost in great contemplation,
gazing upon the intimate meeting of a supple curve,
and virgin moon

starlight sparkles upon a shinned and rusted blanket,
spread availably over cushioned lips,
exquisite violet meadow bubbles,
oppulence flowing from frageranced orchid

wisps of druken dagga flit into the nightmare sun,
dulcet tones of static lost,
naive love covers all in that charnel house,
death soon follows

screams in space echoe vainly,
hoping to encapsulate a falling mass,
and radiate upon a deprived soul once more,
spirits rythmically motionless of a babe in arms

craddled round in a nova's flame,
exorcising stained mellow from the guilt ridden cloth,
and a wash basin covers tracks

rheumatic pistons clink as ball-bearing chink,
around the God's caecum,
churning out ideals of prolonged exposure,
to an oxy-moronic theorum

match flicked,
grounded down,
oil lit,
ship sailed

not my problem

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[Villy Trebuchet]

Taking A Step Back

Round the small, cramped houses
and the grand, grey, office blocks,
I took a stroll - in my mind.
On the pavement I saw broken shards of glass
glinting up at me, like the blade of a knife.
Spilt alcohol. Funny how it hurts,
When someone screams goodbye
to the kite-flying fields of happiness,
And innocence. Funny, how it shoots,
And sharps, when you sit and watch
a thousand anonymous, faceless, shapes
glide around the town centre of my room, wondering why,
Why? Is anything worth anything
worth anything, any more? And then, who cares?
Well, and then I think. Why do I care?

I've got a home, haven't I? I'm fine.
Got a future ahead of me, bright lights glint.
I'll get a degree, get a job, get a smile on my face,
As I watch the world hammer out their sorrows
with online gambling and fags. Harsh words,
Self-pitying soliloquys. And I'll watch, dead-eyed,
As we burn, and fail to learn. Yes, I'm back to this
old cliché, change the world and all that.
But it makes sense, albeit we don't.
I wonder who's dead today.

Never mind, I'm fine.

[eamonn]

I'll read yours again in the morning, Naruto. It'll make more sense to me.

I can really understand yours Trebuchet. I think the same things every time I walk up the street.

[eamonn]

Well, I'm an amateur poet, if I can be called that. I only started writing them recently. So until I get an epiphany, you'll only be getting stuff like this:

Once you were a friend to me,
Yes, once,
Not so long ago...

You provided me with hope and energy
Filled me with joy
On those cold grey mornings.

Yet you changed, so quickly
You have become consumed,
Engulfed by greed
An echo of your former self.

Now you are but an empty shell,
Soon to be forgotten
Yet the shadow of your loss
Will dwell within me days from now

Now I must move on,
Continue the great journey,
And find another.

Yes, it looks
Like I'll have to find
Another box of Crunchy Nut.

[hidding hero]

The poems posted here are really good...
Should a discussion topic be made for these?
Anyway, here's one I just worte...


Walk or run,
Hide or stand proud,
Ignore or be hurt.

They care not which,
They care not why,
Do they care at all?

Within the world,
Within the city,
Within the mind,
Why always alone?

The pain,
The tears,
The sorrow.

Can they ever understand?

[The Last Hero]

In the darkness,
In the night,
See the shadowed man take flight.

In the forest,
In the glade,
See the hunted beast be slayed.

In the ocean,
In the cold,
See the lonely clam unfold.

In the desert,
In the sand,
See the bud of the cactus expand.

In the darkness,
In the night,
See the tired teenager write.

I made that up as I went along. Not too bad.

[ozzymoto]

Time will take away her name
And cast it out across the plane
And you won't have to watch as they cry bitter tears in the dust
The world around us'll never be the same
Shed your share of tears if you must.

Time will take away her name
And cast it out across the plane
And you won't have to watch as they cry bitter tears in the sand of this hourglass.
Bliss isn't eternal,
All durations pass.

Why even count the days that pass?
Your dreams, ideas, they never last.
When confronted with wisdom, why does idiocy cower?
Because ignorance is bliss, knowledge is power.

They're watching, waiting, willing for us to come.
They're running, hiding, fighting under the sight of the sun.
And who's to say that we'll be the ones,
Who'll turn the tide, who'll stop the tons?

What they want?
What you want?
Are two different things.
Trust,
And lust,
You're on two different wings.

What matters at the end of the day?
When in bitter tears we stumble away
The fact that we're still breathing?
Or the fact that we're still home?

Why even count the days that pass?
Your dreams, your ideals, they never last
Don't spend your days counting countries that you'll never miss,
Though knowledge is power, ignorance is bliss.



I wrote that a while ago, planning to write the music for it as a song. I added some bits to it to lengthen it, and deepen its meanings. I'll comment on other people's poems later.

This post has been edited by ozzymoto on Sep 16 2007, 07:50 PM

[The Last Hero]

Jibberish.

Watch the flanging spibble crow,
See the lunking trangel dance,
Hear the fling-fling of the tronk,
Notice the seeping bukkul prance!

The seeping bukkul lamps the tronk,
The lunking trangel begins to LAWL,
The flanging spibble did not, however,
See what was LAWLable at all.

The tronk was pissed, as you'd expect,
So it tokked the seeping bukkul's poffle,
The flanging spibble flanged the tronk,
The lunging trangel started to ROFL!

Well bugger me, well look at this!
Although it's hard to tell,
All four of the buggers are extinct,
Now they're all sqeeing in Hell.

What's up with all these poems? They're like those bloody psalms, SO bloody depressing! [/obscure Monty Python reference]

[Hawke]

Human Death

To have their presence no longer
To have the other's mind full of dread
To lose one to cold arrows walking home
For one to have dent the loved's head.

Handgun. Human. Midnight Horror.
To kill in order to quell own hates
He swept upon the duo like the Death;
Silent and with malicious furies.

Human Death's hates fuelled fire within
Not extinguished for thought of pains caused
He spread his own terrors on others.
No remorse. Fears alleviated- for now?

For other to flee and walk today
Human Death's lips rang a glee laugh
His mind a cold, dark sadistic evil
Other ways to quell hates. Why this way?

Each line should have nine syllables in it. It took quite a while to sort that out, but point out any lines that don't.

[blaahbobblaahhf]

Well, we had to do Haiku's in English today, and I'm quite happy with mine
(BTW - we were given the first line of "Street" and the concept by default )

Street
The noise and bustle
Frustrates and annoys me so
Though I'll be home soon.

Life
Wake up, go to school,
Working to some endless goal,
life is on repeat.

Society
Corrupt and broken,
Where the majority beat
Morals and reason.

[popalopadopados]

can we post our favorite poems?? if so here is mine..if not please delete

nonsence

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,


One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"


A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,


A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

the first time i heard that i loved it

[Naruto_92]

Burning through those rusted chains
Encased upon such treacherous caverns
Never explored for the greater good
Of finding something sane
I gaze upon your fragile image
Ideals of death all spring in hope
A fragmented coil, soon to reflect upon your image
A glimpse of hope burns straight
And proper, an incision hacked across your spotless record
Jump and skip to the next chapter
Death to cadence any dignity
Silence

Barbs of gold
Pierce through your delicate soul
I glimpse upon your truth
A tessellated being from the good and proper
State on which we paint our Raphaelic angels
The sculpted personality which
Balances sporadically, contradicting chiselled character
Whack flew dry as chips spark far
Bouncing on the hollowed floors
A polished marble setting breathes life
Into the very meaning of the putrid substance
Trickling through those putrid vials
In the putrid, vitrified valves
A breath exhaled upon the skinned blood
As ichor clots
And ink blots

Crimson tears of joy
Reflect from idyllic cabinets
A fresh gash sparkles in the moon’s glow
As cocoons of times passed witness great defeat
Upon the face of giants
A knife hung softly in the willows
Disturbed from slumber
Waking, finding death to utter from its edge
Fresh mellow chimes from pods
Newly wrapped in clouds of dew
To ring upon the silenced body
Floating in a sea of hatred
Its one escape immoral in the eyes
Of an insane democracy
How can those who shall be
Judged
Judge

[Link vs Goron]

All by me:

The Glade
In the shining forest glade
a resistance to the trees
a bright perfect garden is grown
by the pollen-coated breeze.

No animal would live there
just worms beneath the soil
nothing to break and desecrate
nature's work and toil.

Flowers, grasses and fruits
apple, orange, lime
all grow in this enchanted place,
the glade immune to time.

Together
The dead walk in endless lines
in shackles made of time
all joined together
by ties of forever
all differences forgotten.
No walls of colour of race
exist in Death, the barren place.

[The Last Hero]

I use these poems as a way to funnel my descriptive talents into something short, and to exercise my rhyming muscles. Enjoy, and comment.

Bliss Is Ignorance
The joy of the few,
Crushes the soul of the crowd,
Without shoulders to cry on,
Without speaking aloud,
Of their crippling, stalking,
Mind-numbing pain,
That courses through every
artery and vein.

It entoxicates the soul,
Like a hypnotic force,
Filling the heart,
With hate and remorse,
All people remaining,
On the path of the good,
Don't notice the screams,
of the dark neighbourhood.

[Villy Trebuchet]

Mere Reflection

Awake is a constant nightmare,
And blissful requiem is sanctum.
Even pity is a blessing now.
In repose, I have an artillery of
Friends at my disposal.
With harmonious voices lifting up, up
Into the heavens. Throw me a bone,
You'll be mine forever. My hypocrisy
Is killing me. I am empty of
Empathy, what a gift it is
To care. Despair is no emotion,

But lack of any. Only felt in the mind,
And not in the heart. Mind is a mediator
And despair is no extreme. Caught in
Limbo, between a rock and a hard place,
And sinking down into the abyss, as sleep
Is lighter than sun and brighter than air.
Entangled confusion is for the living,
Not for those who barely breathe.
Yesteryear was sympathetic, there is no
Hope for the future, or for that matter
That swirls around inside the crevices of
The mind. Nothing. Haunting chill of yesterday,
Out in the cold, icy winds froze to the core.
No movement in my wrists any more.

Uncaring falling down the abyss,
Darkness is no match for this.

[The Last Hero]

This is something I like to call; "The German Guns".
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Thank you. =]

Back onto my own work:

Corruption
The leaders of nations,
Have lost their integrity,
Crushed by the weight,
Of the hate of the penniless,
Drained with no mercy,
And then cast aside,
The blood of the victims
Is staining their hands!

Nobody sees the,
eternally lasting pain,
Of the hearts of the people,
forced to live yet again,
Only to pay off,
the debt on their souls,
They toil in the underground,
Screaming and burning in Hell...

This has a tune in my mind. Honest. Hahahahaha.

And another one, a bit more light-hearted.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the roses are wilted,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty,
And so is your head!

Pwnage. I now hav writers block, so no more for today, probably. XD

[The Last Hero]

Not a poem, more of an Ode.

If I died today, maybe the pain would end, maybe my heart would stop pumping these foul and twisted thoughts and words around my body. Perhaps, my effect on the world would be to make it a brighter place, once I cease darkening it with the shadow I cast over the otherwise cheery world. People get hurt, well meaning, caring people, who only wish to help, but nobody can help where I have gone. So far inside my own head, I have to pound and claw and writhe my way out of the entangling darkness to merely speak in kindness, or care. Everybody thinks what a kind, caring soul he is, tortured but still managed to help us. In reality, the truth is much more horrific. I act well, but I know what lies in my thoughts, I see the evil in the hearts of men, since it dwells in my mind, corrupting emotions intoactions, action that can never be undone. Actions that destroy friendships, twist the unconditional love for someone into a blade to cut at their heartstrings, to tear apart the few friendships still standing. Apology and stife can do no good for me, the only way to cure an infection is to wipe the cause from existance. Some believe cutting is ridiculous, some think it is the easy way out, some, like myself, think it is no different then comfort eating, and anybody ridiculing their actions deserves the stereotyping of a prejudiced person.

I cannot help, not now, not after all this. But I am so extremely sorry, to you all. For being insincere, for being uncaring, for beig depressive, for being pessimistic, for never smiling, for not recognising the real friends, for betrayals and told secrets, for making you all bear witness to my untimely crisis. Sorry.

[Staralbion]

Ok! Ive attempted a poem... but i knocked it up in 5 minutes on the spot and just typed it...

Its got a hidden meaning but imm not sure if you'll find it.

Travis

I made a friend today,
Travis be but his name,
Real or imaginary but all the same
When Travis enters the fray…

I sit there gazing,
At the young mums curses,
Her spawn driving her to madness,
There be no cure by nurses,

Travis may cast no shadow,
Or breath or spit or shine,
But underneath he is like a cure,
Happiness and joy all at gates door,
When Travis returns to save the day,

Travis may be frowned on,
Travis may be unpure,
But Travis is only seen behind my bedroom door,
Every week I pick him up from behind the parkinglot,
In exchange for cash and a kiss on the rot,

But when Travis is in my space,
He takes me out upon the town unto that special place,
Where the elephants and hippos greet me,
Oh but so discretely,

A waster on the floor…

[Villy Trebuchet]

Calm

Softness washes like a Fairy advert,
The seams of the world melt and smooth together,
There are no rifts. No tears, no weary sighs, no hunger.
Such a careful shade of pink, like the sound of ripples in water,
Upon the prow of a ship, or the flap of canvas resounding from the sail.

Gently sway, reefs and rivers,
Winding down, tumbled.
I am content. No sign of argument.
Always the stability after and before the crash
Of thunder in a storm.

A sort of intelligence,
With eccentric, disarming,
Nostalgic look upon the face. I can be anything.
Thinking about it. If I heard it now I wouldn't die inside.
I'd barely even give it a moment's thought, no recognition.

With my petal-tinged spectacles upon my nose
It's hard to imagine hues other than rose.