The Poetry thread

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QUOTE (*Limelight* @ May 3 2008, 03:56 AM)

QUOTE I'm just tired now. Tired of travelling. I've come to the end of the road. Only to see it continues when i thought it ended. I'm just tired now. Tired of reading the false signs. The signs told me to go here for happiness. All I saw was the same thing over and over. I'm just tired now. Tired of this whole trip. It was suppose to explain everything. It just lead to more confusion.   I just wrote this. It's not about anything. You guys like it? Yes!

[*Limelight*]

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Cane Within A Cane: I tried out the different canes. Looked around. Some where nice, and I kept some of them. Some, to stare at and admire. Other's, for use sometimes. But this one particular cane. It just drew me in everytime I looked at it. Now, that cane is my cane of choice. The way it looks, the way it feels. There's no other cane or anything quite like it.

 

There's a deeper meaning, but I won't share.

[*Limelight*]

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Only At the End From the start we were confused Running around with no idea what we were doing As if the map we could have followed Never existed  but we were still amused That first picnic, under the moonlight When you first told me how you felt I was taken aback by what you did not say And after that, we let the candles melt If from the done we could to go Then could we make some plans for life The start we doth end quickly now As times do start after the knife As we continued on I could feel that we were lost Trying to replace this for that This is why we took that break And it hit me like a solid wood bat Once in the twilight of our years When we got back together It was as if the map finally appeared Printed with ink from a feather If from the done we could to go Then could we make some plans for life The start we doth end quickly now As times do start after the knife It took until the end To see the light at the end of the tunnel But truly it was wild As water runs down from a funnel

 

Chorus was attempted in Iambic Tetrameter, and this was for english class.

 

By yours truly.

[*Limelight*]

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What not be friends for when one is in trouble. Yet so sad I say as to when friends get too close and get further from wanting to be closer. And when one is in distress, the other does little at the start to help. Yet, undying faith for help believes in the distressed one as that one waits. What the end shall happen, not be known until a reply. Yet the road may not be smooth, nor will it be bumpy. Friendship will take its turns and twists. Yet what not breaks on this road should be the love such friends share for each other. As snow to cold, and sun to hot friends shall be there at some point. Whether it doth be at the start, or the end.

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[Fridge]

Really song lyrics, but I thought they could be loosely classed as "poetic"

 

 

 

FEAR BEHIND A DOOR

 

Well, I'm sorry

About the state I'm in

You won't accept me

In my overcoat of sin

You won't believe me

say I'm not a man

And yet I kill you

While I drink with the same hand

 

I Don't believe you'll take my pain

And I can't see what you're fighting for

You fill my head with blessed rain

And leave me wanting more and more...

 

Now walk here with me

In my carnal maze

Nocturnal spirit

Leaves a bed of lace

We'll play assassins

To the nature of our whims

Your body moaning

Like an injured violin

 

I don't believe you'll come out screaming

And I can't believe the things you wear

You fill me up with lost temptations

Till I don't even stand a prayer

 

Well I could love you for an instant

Or I could lose you when you let fly

Or I could search inside for something better

But then I'd never know why

Why you do it...why I put you through it....

 

Now go on, name me

Steal away my chi

Rip it out

And let the world see

Let me see it

Walk into the night

Turn the page

And make the world right

 

[*Limelight*]

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QUOTE (Fridge @ Nov 14 2008, 05:31 PM)

Really song lyrics, but I thought they could be loosely classed as "poetic" FEAR BEHIND A DOOR Well, I'm sorry About the state I'm in You won't accept me In my overcoat of sin You won't believe me say I'm not a man And yet I kill you While I drink with the same hand I Don't believe you'll take my pain And I can't see what you're fighting for You fill my head with blessed rain And leave me wanting more and more... Now walk here with me In my carnal maze Nocturnal spirit Leaves a bed of lace We'll play assassins To the nature of our whims Your body moaning Like an injured violin I don't believe you'll come out screaming And I can't believe the things you wear You fill me up with lost temptations Till I don't even stand a prayer Well I could love you for an instant Or I could lose you when you let fly Or I could search inside for something better But then I'd never know why Why you do it...why I put you through it.... Now go on, name me Steal away my chi Rip it out And let the world see Let me see it Walk into the night Turn the page And make the world right

"Now go on, name me"

 

To me, it's about a walk-in closet filled with poor wardrobe choices.

 

 

Anyway thought it was pretty good.

 

Liked "our whims" and "violin".

 

 

[LakesideMaiden]

Well, it's been a helluva long time since I've posted in my poetry thread...So I think I'll put up a few rhymes I've written over the years...

 

Emotions

 

Desire, a burning need requiring satisfaction

Satisfaction, the culmination of desire fulfilled

Love, accompanies desire in profound attraction

Attraction, leaves a person feeling enspelled

 

All these emotions come together as one

Entwined hearts and limbs in passions embrace

Till all at once it shatters, and leaves you feeling undone

Wondering if your breath and heart will keep pace

 

Excitement preludes lovemaking's aftermath

In the aftermath you feel languid and spent

Your soul and body now converge the same path

All other emotions don't seem as important

 

Desire and passions, strong feelings to behold

They go hand in hand when love comes into play

Love is an emotion, even stronger as you feel it unfold

Enjoy and embrace it, keep it until your dying day

[LakesideMaiden]

This is a poem about my family home in New Hampshire, now gone due to a tragic fire, and the multitude of overwhelming feelings that washed over me in the aftermath.

 

Home

 

The house I grew up in, the only home I ever knew

Where I once played often, in grass touched by dew

 

All of it now gone, going up in a pillar of flame

Reliving anew what it is to feel pain

 

My heart crashing to the ground, so like the rafters of my home

Now feeling so numb, my heart as if made of stone

 

As my tears mingle with that of rain and snow,

Crying in anguish: my children won't be there as they grow

 

They will not run through the grass in the front field

And turn to see a house, that had loved and had healed

 

They will not fall asleep on a rainy night

To hear the rain on the roof, or distant headlights in sight

 

Or wake in the morning, the sun streaming in

And run down the stairs, to see all of their kin

 

All this these children will miss, as right now I have none

My grief overwhems me, it cannot be shared now with anyone

 

The home that I loved for all of my years

Now gone up in smoke mingled with my tears.

 

I realized one thought, not surprised as it came:

I knew from then on, I would never be the same.

[LakesideMaiden]

Another poem written about the devastation of the house fire that took my family home...

 

Home II

 

I feel so cold and lonely

Pondering events of the past

Life changes so dramatically

It seems nothing ever lasts

 

Wishing I could turn back time

Correct mistakes that I've come to lament

But though I write this heart felt rhyme

This can't happen, so I cannot not be content

 

The home of my heart has now passed away

I'll never walk its hallways again

I think back now on the times that I had stayed

From recent times, to way back when

 

This wanton destruction brings pain so acute

They all said it was only a matter of time

The fires raged on, the logic was hard to refute

How easily did the flames lick and climb

 

A house that old could surely have abided

The weathering effects of New Hampshire

But a house through two centuries had subsided

Had gone up like match put to tinder

 

Of all the things I desire most in life

One stands far above them all

And the pain of it cuts deep like a knife

I want my home restored wall for wall

 

This was where my mothers mother was born

Where my mothers father passed away

These thoughts, among many, make my heart feel torn

And why I must write more each day

 

These memories pain me, but I feel slight release in prose

As though the pain can flow out through expression

So with these thoughts and feelings I compose

In a vain attempt to ease this depression

[LakesideMaiden]

A poem I had written today about my life during the year 2005....

 

Moving On

 

Time passes by slowly yet my mind is a blur

Waiting for something to bring it a stir

My thoughts slip to the year that has passed

My heart slips into despair I cant control quite fast

So much in my life has changed over this time

It is hard to eloquate the right words into rhyme

 

To begin, I am for the better in dissolving my vows

Leaving love within strife that my heart wouldn't allow

I have found peace in my soul and love that I needed

A love that grew stronger in each day that proceeded

I had found true depression when I saw my one mistake

My financial situation was now quite at stake.

 

Through trials untold, and hardships unnumbered

I tried to make due with my life now sundered

But try as I may, I just couldn't make it

My finances now ruined, I just couldn't take it

So now I am knocking at Bankruptcy's Door

Hoping with a new beginning I'll have more in store.

 

I also left behind, one of my little FIDS

Furry Kids to those who don't know what that is

My sweet Stevie Ray, my loveable little boy

Who's loving antics often brought me great joy.

He stayed with his dad, who could not bear the thought

For Stevie Ray leaving, would leave him distraught

 

I suffered great heartache when I heard about my farm.

The Home of my heart I had held dear for so long

I still grieve now, for the loss of my home

but also for the FID's of my sister now gone

I weep for my loved ones who have suffered through this

and for my dear sister who lost her home and her kids.

 

And so I will end my sad little rhyme

Soon things will get better, it only takes time

To begin a new life, you have to start at One

and move on to the next steps, and try to have fun

I will find strength in myself, and in my love so divine

And in my family whose love is unending in time

[naturalsciences101]

I was a big poetry guy in the past...But, most of that stuff is just too personal to post for the masses...

 

I do have a few that are a little less precious...But, they all start like this...

 

There once was a man from Nantucket...

 

 

[LakesideMaiden]

QUOTE (naturalsciences101 @ May 7 2009, 03:16 AM)

I was a big poetry guy in the past...But, most of that stuff is just too personal to post for the masses... I do have a few that are a little less precious...But, they all start like this... There once was a man from Nantucket...

There's a good portion of people on here who I consider to be as close as family to me (you know who you are ). I consider prose to be a way of alleviating pain or extolling joy. If great authors like Shakespeare or Frost had avoided publishing their work (not saying that I'm anywhere as good as they were! ) because it was too personal, we wouldn't have some of the greatest poetry available to us today

[naturalsciences101]

QUOTE (LakesideMaiden @ May 7 2009, 11:52 AM)

QUOTE (naturalsciences101 @ May 7 2009, 03:16 AM) I was a big poetry guy in the past...But, most of that stuff is just too personal to post for the masses... I do have a few that are a little less precious...But, they all start like this... There once was a man from Nantucket... There's a good portion of people on here who I consider to be as close as family to me (you know who you are ). I consider prose to be a way of alleviating pain or extolling joy. If great authors like Shakespeare or Frost had avoided publishing their work (not saying that I'm anywhere as good as they were! ) because it was too personal, we wouldn't have some of the greatest poetry available to us today Alright, I'm gonna toss out one of the more accessible pieces I have. I've written dozens over the years, but, as time passed, and I went back to read most of 'em, they all seemed so abstract, using so much symbolism, analogy, metaphor, simile and whatnot, that I barely knew what any of them meant. Have no idea what the buggers are about. lol. And, some of them seem real charged with passion too. Shame that I have no clue what the subject matter is. lol.   Well, here is a trilogy of poems that are really just extensions of the same sentiment. Over all the many ones that I've written, probably still my favourite....I need to spend some time reading backwards on this thread. There's probably lots of goodness to be had...But, I have the same problem reading others' poetry, as I do reading my own...Have no idea what ya'll are talking aboot.

Edited May 9, 2009 by naturalsciences101

[naturalsciences101]

Edited May 9, 2009 by naturalsciences101

[LakesideMaiden]

Those are good! Nice work!

[naturalsciences101]

That shit is realer than Real Deal Holyfield. You betta ass somebody. Truth.

 

 

 

 

[Ya_Big_Tree]

To my sweetest fan

 

in this room full of people

i feel so alone

 

people stare

and they glare

i'd kill them if i could

 

they'd finally disapper

a flash of rage

save it for the stage

im told by my supporters

 

a child's life ticks by

and im supposed to cry?

 

where were you when all this happend

you were hanging by the bar

and trying to steal a car!

 

i hold court after my set

the minors all seem to fret

all the questions, and assumptions

 

i may be in a fragile state

but it doesn't mean im at hell's gate!

 

you may see me for a few hours

but you dont know me

 

in the morning im back on the bus

where the f**k is my roadie, gus?

 

off to another city tomorrow

to cry again in pain and sorrow

all the faces mouthing the words

 

that took me till dawn

to work into a song

 

the eyes are staring

yet again

im on a "come down" with my "friend"

 

im back in the room all sweaty and hot

this reporter is speaking, i'll give him a shot

 

where is everybody?

 

a cold realization hits

i sold my soul to teens with zits!

 

and again im in this room

full of people, but im alone.

 

-Ya Ya

[Ya_Big_Tree]

Decision

 

looks to me like it's beginning to fade

all you were

all you did

and all we were together

 

it's been so long and

everything has changed

and the memories

are slowly fading, fading away

 

And just like before

I'm falling apart

with this aching in my heart

and the lies that keep running through my mind

make so sleep is getting harder to find

 

There's this static in my brain

till they think that I'm insane

when all it is

is just a cry out in vain

to someone who will listen

anyone who will listen

 

Another pill another emotion

another life just under this ocean

 

How can I breathe when all I can see

is just this gaping wide hole

and sometimes I think I have a soul

But it's only just a dream

it doesn't matter anymore

 

Telling myself you were real

when I can barely feel

all the numbness seeps through

clouding my way towards you

till I can't believe that it's true

 

Leaving it all behind

all that's in my mind

till it's time to decide

which one of us survives

 

~Ya Ya

 

 

Edited May 26, 2009 by Ya_Big_Tree

[Ya_Big_Tree]

Hmm I think that flows kinda like song lyrics...

[fledgehog]

ok my friend told me my poetry deserved to be shared. here's one of my favorites -- won't explain the story behind it because THATS still a bit sensitive for me to share. But this is one of my favorite poems. I wrote it a couple months ago.

 

it's called "Escape"

 

City center

Vacant

Dead of night

Young man enters

Trembling

Terrified

Dark hair, a mane

Falling

In his eyes

Lantern he holds

Guiding

Candlelight

 

Left, right, left, right

Searching

For a place

Cool sweet tears

Streaming

Down his face

A little storefront

Once known

Now replaced

A distant memory

Fading

He'll erase

 

Young woman

Sees him

Does not call

Sound shocks him

Stumbles

Does not fall

He pounds for days

Wanting

To leave it all

He pounds away

Against

An iron wall

 

Slowly lifting

Ready

For his flight

Getting higher

Notice

Someone might

He knows now

All things

Are alright

City center

Headed

For the light

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QUOTE (fledgehog @ May 31 2009, 12:04 AM)

ok my friend told me my poetry deserved to be shared. here's one of my favorites -- won't explain the story behind it because THATS still a bit sensitive for me to share. But this is one of my favorite poems. I wrote it a couple months ago. it's called "Escape" City center Vacant Dead of night Young man enters Trembling Terrified Dark hair, a mane Falling In his eyes Lantern he holds Guiding Candlelight Left, right, left, right Searching For a place Cool sweet tears Streaming Down his face A little storefront Once known Now replaced A distant memory Fading He'll erase Young woman Sees him Does not call Sound shocks him Stumbles Does not fall He pounds for days Wanting To leave it all He pounds away Against An iron wall Slowly lifting Ready For his flight Getting higher Notice Someone might He knows now All things Are alright City center Headed For the light

very nice fledgey!