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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:15 pm
Eversince there have been various threads in which people posted one poem and then just opened another for their next, it appeared, especially since poetry isn't as long as a story and for most not as critiqueable as a picture, that a thread for all of your lyrical rights and wrongs should be made.
Regarding the standart rules of this forum, in here poetry shall be collected.
That keeps it together like a nice scrapbook as well!
SO, PLEASE, DO NOT OPEN THREADS FOR YOUR POETRY ANYMORE.
OLD THREADS WON'T BE DELETED, BUT IT'D BE APPRECIATED IF POETRY WAS POSTED IN HERE FROM NOW ON.
Also, you can NATURALLY comment it in here as well!
It is even highly encouraged.
So. Let this be a place for the lyrical genius.
Imagine it like a gloomy café in the 20s.
All in sepia and so forth.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 8:49 pm
>.>
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None yet? Okay. I'll post one. This one hasn't been very popular to the few I've shown it to- Mostly I hear that it sounds unfinished. *shrug* I like it anyway. smile It was written about one of my brother's girlfriends.
Rave On
lips painted blue
sing the songs that you
could never write yourself
lights along the shelf
that blinded you to the
destruction that we see
under your glittering skin
the ice you hold within
free from hatred, free from sin
where dark is all you know
the beads around your wrist
baptized with a kiss
unrelenting sound
slick the underground
behind your glassy eyes
your plaintive, mewling cries
the dirt that you crawl from
the acid on your tongue
the night goes on too long
rave on, bright girl, rave on
...it's supposed to look rough and end kind of abruptly. I'm not sure it turned out how I originally wanted it to, but as I said, I rather like it anyway.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:17 pm
Trapped behind prison walls
That the mind locks and binds.
Apologize.
Desolated and alone,
Torn apart by what they say.
Buried under six feet of glass,
You're staring down
Pierced soul.
Held breath
Whispering all will be fine.
Again.
Lies grace hearts filled
To the brim with wishful thinking.
never again shall they be heard
Nor will they go through believed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:37 pm
Yay poetry! ^ u ^
The house for the insane
A.K.A. the world we live in...
The place for people like Joker and Bane?
Or the place no one can seem to end.
End meaning escaping.
Escaping and leaving this world,
The world everyone puts us in.
The strereotypes we can't help but make true.
The place we go if our actions are 'crazy'
Can we ever really leave this sanitarium?
This world rather...
Is there a way we can dismiss ourselves?
Become any and everything our hearts imagine?
Living the luxury no one will ever see, think, and create.
Feel the feelings of immortality,
Be what YOU want to be...
Is that the key?
The thing that went by so fast?
To be or not to be,
Like the next person besides me?
To leave this sanitaruim of our lives,
Not scared to see what's coming our way.
The key to tranquility,
To love, compassion, wealth, fortune, povery, heartbreak, death, life...
Any and everything...
If this is true
It must also be true that we trap ourselves...
Put ourselves in boxes...
The boxes of other peoples shadows...
The place with no key in sight...
Because the key is inside...
Being yourself puts u outside the box
Outside and beyond anyone and anything else...
Outside and beyond this world...
Outside and beyond this globalize scaled
Sanitarium
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 8:35 pm
Here are all my poems that i have written so far. i will be posting poems once i finish one. so here they are:
Everywhere I Go
Everywhere I go,
I see friendly faces.
Everywhere I go,
I see happy couples.
Everywhere I go,
I see fun people.
Everywhere I go,
I see sorrow.
Everywhere I go,
I see loneliness.
Everywhere I go,
I see destruction.
There is so much good.
There is so much evil.
There is so much in this world.
Everywhere I go,
I see death.
Everywhere I go,
I see tears.
Everywhere I go,
I see bruises.
Everywhere I go,
I see happy people.
Everywhere I go,
I see kind people.
Everywhere I go,
I see friends love.
The Way I Feel
No words can explain how I feel,
For if there were words
It would come out like gibberish.
The way I feel is like
Someone stabbing me in the heart.
I feel like someone smiling at me.
Why does this feeling come,
When I see people laugh and have fun?
Why is it when I see people,
That I know,
It makes me feel the need to cry?
Why is it that I feel like no one knows me?
Why is it that no one wants to listen to me?
When do I get a chance,
When do I get a chance,
To speak, to feel happiness,
When I see people I know?
No words can explain how I feel.
Why do I find happiness?
Why does it only last a moment?
Why do I laugh, but only for a moment?
Why do I find love?
Why do I have good friends?
Do I even deserve this pity?
Why do I find happiness in this song?
Why do I find friends everywhere I go?
Why do I find people who know my name?
Why do I find kindness?
No words can explain how I feel.
Sadness
When I go to school.
I always want to feel happy.
I always feel sorrow.
I always want to cry.
Do I even have friends?
Do I even have laughter?
Do I even have fun?
It's not fair that everyone,
Gets to have fun.
It's not fair that everyone,
Gets to have friends.
It's not fair that everyone,
Gets to go to parties.
It's not fair that everyone,
Gets to smile.
Everytime I feel happiness
Or the feeling of someone caring,
It only lasts a moment.
I want these good feelings
To last forever.
Love Filled
While I was going down,
My love was coming up.
She gave me a smile.
Oh the feeling that I had.
I was almost enchanted,
by this smile.
I wanted to tell her
Of my love to her.
But alas,
I could not.
Oh what a thrill it was,
That was to my heart.
I'll remember this moment
To last forever and ever.
To My Friend
When I see my friend,
I want to cry.
When I see my friend,
I want to die.
For when I see him,
I think he is sad.
For when I see him,
I think he is waiting.
Waiting for his love.
When I see my friend,
I'm Agonizing for my chance.
I'm wondering when it will happen.
I'm thinking of my love.
I'm waiting for her,
To be with me.
Forever with me.
The Best Days
I love days like these.
These days of clouds.
The gloomy days are the best.
These people dislike it,
But I love it.
It's hardly this gloomy.
That's why i love it.
Though it would be better,
If it was raining.
Oh the days like these,
Makes me want to
Yell towards the heavens.
Oh how i wish,
These days would last.
To My Heart
Oh my heart,
Why do you part from me?
I want to feel happy,
But instead
You bring sadness.
You make my mind to mush.
Must you do this to me?
Must you bring me sorrow?
Why do you do this to me?
Bring happiness to me,
for thats what I want.
Last Chance
This was your last chance.
This was supposed to be fun.
Why do you bring me frustration?
What have I done to you?
Your no longer my friend,
But don't come back as a friend.
This was your last chance
To show me your trust.
This was your last chance
To show me your friendship.
But now I see,
The horrible truth.
The truth of your lying ways.
My ex-friend,
Don't be mad like me,
But instead be happy
For I have gone.
My Tears
The song is sad.
Its so sorrowful.
This song brings tears.
There is so much sadness.
Why is this time so sad?
Why do my tears try?
These tears want to show,
I try to keep them.
This is so for me.
Why am I the only one sad?
Why is everyone glad?
I try not to cry.
I want to be glad.
The Witching Hour
This is the witching hour.
Time to get cooking in an hour.
It's almost the mid of night.
Humans in the mid of terror.
Scare some mortals to death.
This hallows eve shall be frighting.
The witches brewing spells,
So that they can have some fun.
Fun for some, but not for all.
For this is what fun is to us all.
The Sun
Oh, how the sun burns.
I hate it in my eyes.
I hate to go outside.
Oh how the sun burns.
It's to bright for my eyes.
It's too hard to see.
Oh, how the sun burns.
Never again shall I be in the sun.
Never again shall it burn my eyes.
Oh how the sun burns.
When I Look Around
When I look around,
I see no one that cares.
There are no friends for me,
For no one likes me.
No one cares if I live or die.
Everyone is too busy for me.
For everyone only cares for them.
Everyone hates me.
When I look around,
I see no one that talks.
There is no one to talk to me.
For everyone wants me silent.
Quietness is the only thing,
They always notice of me.
All these so called friends,
Friends who say they will be there;
Friends who say they care;
Friends who say they want me around;
These friends are impostors.
They don't care for me,
Nor do they want me around.
They only bring sadness to my soul.
I want real friends to comfort me.
For the rest of my days.
Fools
What fools are they.
How can they do this?
Stupid rules,
Stupid school,
Stupid everything!
They suck all the fun.
Fun feels boxed in.
This sucks for us all.
Lets go somewhere I will be happy.
Happy to freely have some fun.
Somewhere to be happy.
This school has no real fun.
We need real fun,
For the imitation is not amusing.
Without fun, we are dull and lifeless.
We need less rules and pull them out.
We want to be free from this reached place!
~A Place In The Heart~
You will always find a place in my heart.
You will never find someone like me.
I am the only one who cares.
The only one who knows.
The only one who loves.
You will always be in my heart.
You are the only one who gets me.
You are the only one who knows me.
You are the only one who loves me.
I know I will find a place in your heart.
Just as you will find a place in mine.
Trapped
I am alone in this house -
There is no one around.
There is no one to love.
There is no one but me.
I am in this prison,
No person will come -
Everyone is ill of me,
No friends for me -
I am just alone -
Teachers & School
Teachers that deceive and deceive.
How they anger the students!
How they sadden the girls!
How they outrage the parents!
The stupidity in this all -
They will never comprehend -
The school is against us!
The school is corrupt!
The school is ridiculous!
How is it, no school is this stupid?
How is it, no student is concerned?
How is it, no parent is this stressed?
This schools teachers are idiots.
They never say a Word of work.
They only say the work in class.
They only say when the work is due.
They only say dull things here.
How is it that we don't complain?!
How is is that we don't protest?!
How is it that we don't revolt?!
Teachers must reform there ways -
Rice Vinegar
This smell! Oh this strange smell.
This strange substance.
They put on this dish?!
The fish is good -
But this stench, this substance has.
This God awful stench!
Why is it, it taste so good?
Why is it, it smells so tasty?
Why is it, it feels so cold?
Sushi-how strange.
~Blood~
The sent, the taste -
The most delicious taste.
Its aroma - no one can resist.
The liquid of life -
Licking it - Smelling it - Drinking it.
Its the best in this Society -
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 2:10 pm
well i got one but its on the art arena... so mind going there il put up a link thanks! please go! itll be worth your time!
http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/poetry-and-lyrics/vote/?entry_id=102138427#title
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 4:29 pm
I have a free-verse poem about fishing in the arena... But I'm gonna freehand a poem here... Coal black eyes
boring into his once-friend
even when alone.
This man is not where he belongs.
He has been stolen-
whisked away.
Magicked away to a floating pink prison
made of garbage
and poison lies.
There was no consent,
no welcome visit.
Not a sound to tell of the hated persons plan.
He simply awoke
and was not where he had been.
Anger was all he could feel.
He'd not been told of this!
Not known,
not had a warning!
But he supposed that was why
there had been no notice;
He would've denied this.
He is sitting on his bed
when he comes in.
He brings food
and the pills that drive his headaches away.
But the captive has become smart-
He's always taken three pills for his migraines.
So he'd begun saving two, every day
so he has a stash he can rely upon
when he escapes.
This time the captive has hidden something in his fist.
A switchblade.
He used to collect them,
and his captor is not used to hostility
from his captive.
He counts the man's steps
and watches his every motion
as he comes ever closer.
eight steps it took
to cross this room.
The man is smirking.
Captive knows that smirk.
The man has another request of him today.
'no' He thinks. 'not a request.'
'a demand.'
His fists begins to shake
but captor laughs.
"Scared?" another deep, gravelly laugh.
He doesn't continue.
Likely, captor thinks there's no need.
The captive man holds back his anger
as the tray is placed down beside him.
He needs to wait.
Wait, for the right moment.
He's picked this time specifically.
The robot creature that normally guards him-
It needs to recharge,
and does that for an hour during lunch
leaving Captive unguarded.
And unhindered.
Captors hand lets go of the tray
and he turns.
Captive slowly flicks the blade out
and stands.
He hides his hand
Walks towards the man keeping Captive prisoner.
Captor does not know that the other man is so close to him
And only finds out
when the blade is in his chest.
Not a moment is wasted.
It was not a fatal blow.
He gathers his bag
and jumps over the crumpled man.
Up the lift
and out into the lobby.
Captive dodges a small man in white
and finds himself outside.
The sun hurts at first
but captive does not waste time getting used to it.
There is a plane at the dock.
His captor uses it to get supplies
from whatever coast is closest.
The man in white is chasing after him
but he is small,
and Captive is thin, and very fast.
Captive jumps into the small plane
He is unfamiliar with flying
but can roughly guess the right controls.
the engine sputters to life
and the propeller spins.
slowly, the plane begins to move through the water
and eventually makes it to the sky.
When Captive risks a glance back at the floating pink prison
He see's his captor.
He is gripping his wound as he stares at the distant plane.
But something catches his eye-
A group of ships are closing in on the island.
Their flags bear the Jolly Roger.
Captive grins.
As he zooms off toward freedom
A realization crosses his mind.
Without the plane
the the man he once called friend will die.
His grin deepens.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 7:10 am
She’s a girl afraid to take flight
The shadows under her bed give her a fright
Hands take her down
Clouds lift her high
She’s just a girl who wears a frown
Little butterfly with kaleidoscope paperwings
Torn from the wind, she’s just a girl
Little as she is, there’s this song she still sings.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:28 am
Ok so it's not as good as every1 elses here but plz tell me what you think >,< Loss When i look at him my heart races.
I could take ten to a million paces.
But nothing makes me forget his smile.
Not a million years nor awhile.
I imagine our first kiss.
The thought of that is sheer bliss.
Though i wanted this to happen so,
I, sadly, had to let him go.
Even though i knew it was a childish crush.
Everytime he looked at me, it made me blush.
So in the end i won't forget...
His lovely smile, no regrets...
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 7:28 am
I Miss
I miss how things use to be, When there was actually something called you and me.
When I'd pretend to smile and you'd believe, when you never saw past, when you never could see.
I would fake a laugh you never could hear, You never paid attention, for me, no fear.
Love was just a word everybody made up, I learned to embrace it, to just give it up.
They said the grass was always greener somewere else, to bad I never got there, but always fell.
I'd get right back up to be knocked down again, So I'd stay on the ground just waiting for the rain.
I miss when my eyes were the one thing you never could resist, but now u see fakness, you never did guess.
Now the smile is a frown and you caught me red handed, yet love is still fake and the knife finally landed.
You twist it in my heart, harder as I day dream, always wondering what I'm thinking, as I turn away to scream.
My hands hold my face so you never see the tears, you always said I was weak, I never could bear.
heart -Ash- heart ninja
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:21 pm
Petty Sand
For hours,
I would watch my life
fall through the hourglass.
Showers
of sparkling strife
my hope could not surpass.
Every grain would clash
against its kin, utterly fake,
like the steadiness of my hand.
Amidst a flash
of desperation, I break
the glass, releasing the petty sand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:07 am
Nice Dude!
I'll be putting up some work of mine later.
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