Poetry
 

lets have a bit of poetry here.

All’s not clear, this pain I smear, across the brow of a love so dear
And in such haste, much time I waste, in a quarrel of real distaste.
What say you? My heart is true, as true of the seed of love that grew,
Yet clouds have formed, this seed is scorned, and the time of doubt has dawned.
Tears of rage, have sealed the cage, encasing doom and the murk of an age
The night it creeps, the chill cuts deep, the soul of a seed still weeps

A hoot of an owl, deaths on the prowl, to the chorus of doom incarnates howl
I run for my life, yet such pace has this strife, and the stench of decay is rife
What of this seed? This beacon I need, amidst the thorns and dirt that I heed
Shrouded in flames, this evil it maims, in the midst of despicable games
Forces of night, have stolen my fight, and with my own sinews have bound me up tight
My wits are in shreds, in hell my mind treads, as I drown in the darkest of reds

Upon a gnarled tree, the crow sits with glee, in darkness it watches ignoring my plea
For my ,

(its a work in progress).

your turn. (And do NOT say poems are the same as song writing).

Okay, this was something I wrote post-break up while listening to Sigur Ros and in a more mellow mood over being dumped. Its more prose but whatever.

All I Wanted Was Happiness For You and Me

By a window with a pen laying by me, hands laying on me, the canvas curtains fell back painting the room into a brilliant blue and yellow.

There was a little boy who use to wait with me, he would watch the sunrise with me every morning while I wrote about you, as the walls were getting a new coat every second more shining then the next and he would make me smile and keep the warmth in my heart, but your touch became so distant until the little boy told me.

"You can't keep happiness with you every morning silly boy, and like love I will come and go, the trick is too keep your head up and don't let yourself come undone, I am just like the morning sun, I will return for you sad one."

here another, not decided if i want to add to it yet.

In dark tranquillity, sits the mournful watcher.
A beacon of melancholy, mantled in deaths sheaf.
Amidst a plume of shadow, weeps this bitter slave
Alien in demeanour, of hell he is beneath.

shared breath


I awoke
with a small start
just as my mind
began to slip away

I was startled
a bit
by a passing
sensation of flesh

perhaps
a slight breath
on my ear

the dark swallowed my vision
as shadows danced
in blurry corners
too far away
to explore

a peripheral vision
of pouty lips
smiling enough
to distract me
from a stormy moon

yet at each direct glance
the image is lost
as I search
for that vision
of a face

soft to my fingers
warm to my palm
eager
pressing

restlessly readjusting
brings no great comfort
as the wind
simply reminds me
that this air I breathe
in my endless night
is in fact
shared
by you

We have some talented people on here :).


this is untitled, but it's being submitted to an anthology :)

One morning my love asked me…
And I said lost is now one thing I would never ever be.

Not so much was I for romance...
But this lady made me see.
With her, she holds my golden key.
Forever the optimist…
And now I speak in tongues...
Where with her complication is overration.

Work distracts from heartbreak for this poor dame.
Pain dares your metal and drains your oil.
Hello squeaky thing.
Goodbye human being -
One with such love to give.
I won’t waste you.

The fall from grace was easy
how did it get this far
running from my problems
was easier than talking it out
took out my anger on others when i should of took it out on myself
the midnight run was when everything fell apart
the midnight run was when my life ended
the fall from grace was quick
i felt the bombs explode in me
tried to keep my anger under control,but everyone sees the bad
the midnight run was when i ran away from all that i knew
the midnight run was when i escaped and liberated myself
the midnight run was when i sold my soul to the devil
the fall from grace was painful
entering the shadowy depth of the underworld
the fire is your home
and the darkness is your friend
the midnight run is exhausting
the midnight run was when i fell from grace and descended to hell
the midnight run could happen to anyone
and their all victims to the same faith

Not the greatest but let me know what you think.

I am a much better poet then I am a song writer..not that I am good at either just that I am better at one then the other...I think there is a huge amount of talent here...much inspiration.

Kissing The Feet Of The Def Deity

When you kiss god’s feet, all you get, is dirt on your lips.
When you’re kneeling, he’s sleeping.
He can’t hear a word you say.

If all you want is love, you can surely have mine.
But faith is as blinding as scissors to the eyes.
If all you want is pity, come here, and I’ll hold you in my arms.
But faith will blind you quicker than knives in your eyes.

You’re kissing death but still holding arms up high.
Screaming “Look what I’ve done for you!”
But like a teenager with headphones, he pays no attention.

Well here I am the BEST poem writer on this forum giveing you another poem by me it's called Dying Days

Free Me

Free me,
Let me fly.
As my fingers slip away from yours,
And I walk far and beyond.
The breeze brushes against my skin,
And I feel the futures kiss.
Allow me to leave this devastation,
Let me sleep in peaceful bliss.
See these tears that fall from me?
They will become no more.
See the scars that burn on me?
The fire shall heal the sore.
Let me find myself,
Somewhere in this world.
Leave my rusting shell behind,
Leave my shadow cold.
Let me fly,
Let me live,
Free me,
Just let me go...

The great poet is back with another great poem it's titled It's Getting Cold

Hahahaha
you're kidding right?

No way dude I'm the best, I have so much emotion in me wanting to burst out.:hphones:

fixed

What do you mean fixed. Deep down you know i'm way better.

I really can't take you seriously.

You write cliche stereotypical im so sad poetry. I could see where the things you said were going to lead to before finishing the line.

Dude it's not stereotypical, have you ever got picked on, beat up, or even cried yourself to sleep because you don't have a freind in the world:( ...I would guess not, by the way there's a deeper meaning to all of my poems.

Dude it's not stereotypical, have you ever got picked on, beat up, or even cried yourself to sleep because you don't have a freind in the world ...I would guess not, by the way there's a deeper meaning to all of my poems.
^ Story of my life. However, I don't write crappy poetry. It is stereotypical, it is cliche, and it is boring.

I don't think so, I just see it getting all my emotions out. I don't care if you like it i'm letting you know who's the best poet and the best and expressing himself.

Arrogance isn't appealing. I get all my emotions out. I, however, do it without sounding like every song on the radio.

ohh right.

What are you trying to say by "ohh right"

n00b.


Who knows where that cartoon is with newb and n00b?
"You're suppose to fly through the trees I've been playing this game for 5 years"
"It's been out 3 months, douche"
lawl, good times



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What?:confused:

LOL

I've seen that one, I don't remember it at all though.

Tell me what you meant by what you said.

Oh Hi (bad)Hoes Rape Insects Good Hoes Try(not to)

oh what the **** your poetry sucks deal.
id rather read robert frost
and imagine
than die by yours

Dude your not cool. F U:mad:

deal with it
my poetry sucks
iadmit it
why dont you?

Ladies chill out.

Well that was weird

Lol. Girls, girls, you're both pretty!

I could tell your poetry sucks and I haven't even read any. My poetry doesn't suck I'm just getting emotion out....That's all

That's a nice excuse. But it grows old. Real fast. You can get your emotions out without sounding like everyone else. In fact, you'll stand out more if you're poetic abilites are better. Learn the ways of the Force, Luke.

Go screw yourself:finger:

nobodies a genius here, we all accept it, doesnt mean we cant just submit stuff for fun. this isnt a critique, well i didnt intend for it to be, it was just meant to be somewhere to share poetry... that was until an arrogant fool came along.
(edit) PLEASE, can we leave the aimless spamming for other aimless threads and just leave this thread for poetrrryy?

I woke in a daze
My thoughts were aghast
With the whining of wind
With the scurry of rain
Bemused, I sat stoic
My eyes fixed ahead
Yet my head went to battle
With such petulant dread.

Darkness encased me
Chills wore me down
Entrenched bouts of terror
Pummelled my core
My heart left my side
With it went pride
For all I that I was
Ran into the night.

To what this entails
One cannot divulge
To the outdoors I glared
Past the trees to the moon
And as I sat clueless
He gave me a smile
The coldest of smiles
Cementing my gloom.

Another

Rendered immobile
Flummoxed with grief
Discordant retentions of nonchalant belief
Pious ramblings
Bludgeoned till dead
A nuance of grey coats the richest of red.
Haughty delinquents
Splattered in blame
Seeds of denial cloud the towers of shame
Banal resistance
Fades once again
Once the tumult subsides all efforts are in vain.

I actually think of myself as a good writer. Because I've been told by other writers. And after doing it for almost ten years...plus, it's all I want to be, so, I better be good, or I'm fucked.

I am not the poetry type, but some of these are actually pretty good, even for me. Nice job people. Post some more. :)