poetry

BEAT

would this be a good place to list some poems I am working on for opinions?
I am putting together a book and every now and then I like a little feedback on them, I always copyright them right away so there are no worries of them being copied

thanks

Kappar

I would like to think we could post poems here i asked for a board for poems,short stories etc, alot were in favor but nothing came of it.

I have poems i work on I'm no that good but i do it for me.
I am not an expert on poetry but i know what i like.:D
I am not saying i can give you constructive comments but i would sure like to read them and mabey you can comment on mine then mabey more will join in.

LoLth

yep. You're welcome to post poetry or any other creations.

However, please take common decency into account and don't get too annoyed if a few heathens heckle you.

we had a strange poem posted here before, something about sewing a girls lips closed and stabbing her in the eye....i'd sort of prefer if that topic was shied away from in future.

apart from that, fire away.

BEAT

SIRENS AND ANGELS

RED AND BLUE FLASHES IN THE NIGHT,
SCREAMS AND CRASHES
CROWDS AND WHISPERS…
ANGELS ARE WATCHING

BLOOD COVERED KITCHEN,
KNIFE IN THE SINK
PHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TEARS ON THEIR FACES…
ANGELS STAND BY

NEEDLES AND VILES,
THEFT AND LIES
ALCOHOL AND DEPRESSION…
ANGELS TAKE FLIGHT

HOSPITALS AND MEDICINE,
JAILS AND FEAR
DISEASE AND PAIN,
HEARTACHE…
ANGLES PITY

A ROCKING CHAIR,
A DRIVE BY SHOOTING…BULLETS PIERCE THROUGH THE STRONG OAK DOOR,
MOTHER IN BED, SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD…
ANGELS NEVER SLEEP

RAPE AND MURDER,
TERROR IN NIGHTMARES
SCARS AND TEARS,
DARK SHADOWS TRAVEL FAST…
ANGELS WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

DEATH AND HYSTERIA,
SADNESS AND REGRET…
ANGELS ALLOW PEACE THROUGH REASSON

FIGHTING AND YELLING,
CRYING AND HURTING…
THIS TERROR WE CALL LIFE ISN’T ALL FOR NOTHING.

GOD SENT THE ANGELS AND THE ANGELS MAKE IT KNOWN IF ONLY WE LISTEN,
I SAW THE LIGHT, I FINALLY REALIZED IT WAS ME.

Thanx 4 The Fish

Nice construction, not my cup of tea though.
Spelling needs a little work.

Kappar

Intrinsic

Like baby to the breast,
Lennon to Libretto,
Stars to the sky and
The poor to the Ghetto.

Inherent to my heart and home to my soul.
Special to my eyes and savory to my bone.

Wings to an angel,
Waves to the ocean,
Jenny to Forest,
The green to the white to the orange.


Love?

i miss her.
Why?
Who knows?
Could be…
That, that
i love her.

Why’s that?
It’s the way she talks to me,
It’s not like she’s just being callously courteous or that it’s awkward if she doesn’t
But it’s her mouth articulating her Heart, i think,
i hope,
i miss that.

Why did she go?
i don’t know.
Aw now i recall.
She had a falling out with some girls that we know-
That’s all.
She was furious at them, still is.
So am i in a way.
She’s beautiful when she’s mad, it develops her dimples.
i miss them.

Do you still see her?
Yes, but not that often, Sadly!
She came to see me once in hospital,
She walked me to the bathroom, and waited at the door.
i had just woken up from an sedative siesta,
And was still drowsy.
Proudly, i exclaimed to the ward, “Hello, how are you?”
Hoping people would assume that she adored me to.
To see her come in the door just…
i miss just.

i never could muster up the courage to say what i just said here,
Hiding in the anonymity of paper and black,
The devil was dancing on my tongue,
He wouldn’t let me speak.
i was afraid that if i said something
People, would sn igger* secretly,
Covering their faces with books, giving them looks that would kill a man
i seen them doing it before, shooting people with their sight!
i might just say nothing and see, and pray that one day you will reciprocate.

*comeing up as s****** without space

Flynn

good stuff.. i'd be well up for a poetry section...

cant say i liked "Sirens..." or "Intrinsic" a great deal but i really like Love? jus my opinion... but i think u should stick to that style... write about YOUR feelings.. it just came across way better.. as in it fells like that poems means the most to you out of the 3.. i loved it actually well done... i might post something later..

hedwig78

Am I me
When I am she
the one I like
to pretend to be
she knows the truth
she speaks her mind
she has a heart
she has a spine
she is not small
or locked away
she has strength
does not obey
if she's not real
I do not care
because she belongs
and I'm not there

Typedef

She swam through time to seduce blackened clowns, devoid, laughter echoed.

Typedef

Your voice is like a shining stone, my ears the sundrenched sea.



Voila une bon bon rouge

Excelsior

They are really good.

*Pedant Alert*
Haiku is meant to be split into 3 lines of 5,7,5 syllables.
The first and last line should traditionally contain contrasting images with the middle line as the bridge.
*/Pedant Alert*

Typedef

575 eh?

I was under the impression that it was 16 syllables per haiku, that the sea or fish must also be included, but I hadn't heard about 575... interesting... much more difficult if true..

Thanks

Devotion... yeah baby you know it

Thanx 4 The Fish

Dunno about the sea or fish, Haiku do traditionally invoke an aspect of nature or the seasons.

BEAT

GARDEN OF LOVE

MY HEART SOARS PAST THE DOORS, OF HEAVEN.
THE ROSE THAT YOU GAVE TO ME WHEN WE FIRST MET, ‘TWAS MORE THAN A FLOWER OR A PASSING GLIMPSE;
THE ROSE FROM THE GARDEN OF LOVE.
OUR HANDS MET; OUR EYES WERE IN A TRANCE…IT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER IN JUST A MOMENT.
OH WHAT A CHANCE TO SEND CUPID AFLIGHT.
SUDDENLY WE WERE FLOATING ON A CLOUD, OUR FEET ON THE GROUND; YET YOU WERE NOT AWARE.
WE PASS THE RIVER INTO NIGHT AND LAY IN THE GRASS BY FIRESIDE; WE COUNT THE STARS AND LOVE THE NIGHT.
YOU PLACED THE ROSE IN MY HAIR AND CARRESSED MY FACE WITH LOVING CARE.
I WON’T FORGET THE NIGHT MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH LOVE, FROM THE ROSE YOU GAVE TO ME,
IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE.

THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR GARDEN

THE GARDEN IS NOT REALLY A GARDEN, THE ROSE NOT A ROSE INDEED, BUT RATHER YOUR HAND GRASPED MINE AND OUR EYES INTERTWINED IN THE ROOM WHERE WE FIRST MET.
MY HEART SOARED TO PLACES NONE BEFORE, AND THEN I CRASHED BACK TO EARTH WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHO YOU WERE.
I HAD NO IDEA LOVE WOULD TAKE ME THERE, OH WHY TAKE ME THERE!
I TRIED TO ESCAPE LOVE’S CLENCHES BUT MY HEART IS MUCH TOO WEAK.
OH YOU’LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH EMOTION HAS FILLED MY SOUL AND TORN MY PRIDE TO BITS. THE TORMENT OF MY KNOWLEDGE IS DRIVING ME INSANE, I DO NOT THINK THAT I WILL EVER BE THE SAME.
IT ONLY TOOK A MOMENT BUT IT FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY WHEN I MET YOU THAT NIGHT.
NOW THIS I SAY TO YOU AND FOREVER IT WILL RING TRUE,
I LOVE YOU NOW AND FOREVER FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL…FOREVER WILL MY HEART REMAIN IN THE GARDEN,
WITH THE ROSE.

BEAT

AND THE BRAIN SCREAMS…


SUCH CONFUSION ALL AROUND,
THE AGONY INSIDE;

A BRAIN THAT NEVER RESTS
& A BODY THAT SUFFERS IT.

WHAT ONCE WOULD BE KNOWN AS LOVE,
NOW ONLY COLDNESS REMAINS…

THE PAIN KILLS THE JOY THAT
ONCE OPENED MY EYES,

THE HATE EATS AWAY THE LAUGHTER
THAT ONCE MADE MY SOUL LIGHTER.

LOOK AT ME…I WONDER IF YOU CAN SEE
WHERE THE LIGHT USED TO BE.

TAKEN AWAY, RIPPED FROM MY SOUL,
NEVER MINE TO CLAIM…

AND THE BRAIN SCREAMS, NEVER
NEVER WILL I KNOW LOVE,
NEVER KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS…

THE BRAIN SCREAMS, NEVER.

BEAT

THAT BEAUTY THAT IS LIFE…

YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE
DRUGS FOR THE SOUL,

YOUR ACTIONS ARE LIKE
DAGGERS TO THE HEART.

SITTING HERE ON THE EDGE
I TRY TO SEE THE BEAUTY
THAT IS LIFE,

MY HEAD HAS BEEN TURNED,
POLLUTION & DEATH
POISON AND
DESTRUCTION…

WHERE ARE THE FLOWERS
THAT ONCE GAVE ME JOY…
WHERE HAS THE SIMPLICTY GONE,
IT WAS ONLY HERE A SHORT WHILE AGO.

I MUST ESCAPE FROM THIS LUNACY,
INTO THE RECESSES OF MY MIND…

DEEP INTO NATURE
WHERE THE ONLY SOUNDS ARE THE
SIGHS OF RELIEF
& THE BIRDS SINGING OF THAT BEAUTY
THAT IS LIFE.

THE RAYS OF SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH
THE TREE LIMBS,
DEEP IN THE FOREST WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THEY EXIST…

UNTOUCHED, UNDISTURBED IN ALL OF THEIR SPLENDOR…

THE STREAMS ARE CLEAR AND FRESH,
AND THE MUSIC IS IN YOUR HEART.

IN MY QUIET SOLITUDE,
I WATCH THE WATER LAP OVER THE MOSS COVERED ROCKS,

I GET LOST IN MY THOUGHTS.

nesf

Excelsior is correct about haiku. But the structure can be very interesting, and it's a great way to while away a fer hours, and gives some insight to the origins of the description of a wordsmith.

Corega

/me takes note for English class

lordsippa

There's a certain essence of beauty
Drifting in the moonlight on an eery chill
Butterfly. Butterfly. Fulfill.

I have left my people
And I have left with my glass of wine still filled
But butterfly... Butterfly. Fulfill.

But there is no restrain to this summer's winter!
I am so alone - I miss you still!
Butterfly... Oh... Butterfly... Fulfill.

And I can't believe... That we have come so far!
But there is still a lonely march...
For me!

But butterfly. Butterfly. Fulfill.

<actually a song... but i think it gets it's message across... is about a friend who means the world to me and who always puts me first... trying to tell her to go on ahead and that i'll follow behind alright>

lordsippa

Torn
Shattered
Hair's all a mess
As if raped by the wind
More precious than any diamond
Beauty the stars kneel before
Injured
Vunerable
Most pretty
Most pretty
How I wish I could hold you
I could cry on your arm
I think I love you
I wish I knew how you felt.

lordsippa

Spin the turtle
Rape the forest
Kill the world!
Kill the world
Till you burn
- Till Hell's on Earth!
Mother****ers all!
We rape our mother!

imp

Well I don't think the one I'm about to post is very good but lordsippa seemed to like it at least a little bit.

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Death is beckoning,
I cannot but embrace it,
For in a cruel life,
Death is the bright end
Of the tunnel

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}:>

smiles

If I close my heart
and open my mind,
Will the dreams i dreamt
Start to slip away?
Is to give to a heart
You know is longing for yours
Good enough - to give away dreams?

.... one of my favourites... but i'm not sure.

<< Fio >>

BEAT

DAY AFTER DAY I BECOME MORE AND MORE DETACHED FROM REALITY,
TO AVOID THE INSANITY.

THE MENTALITY OF THE MEANDERING PUBLIC,
HOW SICKENING AT EVEN THE THOUGHT,

YET IN IS UNESCAPABLE,
IGNORANCE CREEPING OUT OF EVERY DOORWAY & AROUND EVERY CORNER.

A WASTED YOUTH, A LOST FUTURE…

I REFUSE TO BE DRAWN INTO THEIR TAUDRY WEB OF IGNORANCE!

I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS AS THE WAY OF LIFE TODAY!

THEIR WORDS HALF SPOKEN,
GRAMMATICAL ERRORS IN SPEECH…
THESE ARE SHOUTS TO MY DELICATE EARS.

HOW DISTURBING TO BE SITTING PEACEFULLY,
ENJOYING THE BEAUTY AROUND YOU ONLY TO BE RUDELY BROUGHT BACK TO THE REALITY THAT IS
BY THEIR MORONIC SPEECH AND IDIOTIC ACTIONS…

THIS PLACE THAT I LIVE AND WORK,
IT IS NOT GOING TO BE THE END OF ME…THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN THIS.

THOUGH THEY DISGUST ME, I PITY THEM FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE HOW LIFE CAN REALLY BE…HOW IN LIFE HAPPINESS IS IN THE SIMPLICITY

IGNORANCE IS BLISS…& I AM MISERABLE IN KNOWLEDGE,
BUT I JOY IN NOT BEING A SHEEP.

BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP.

BEAT

YOUR MINDLESS BABBLE IS SO UNINTERESTING
TO ME MR. JOE PUBLIC…

YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
TO SPEAK.

YOUR SMALL TALK IS AN ENDLESS HEADACHE,
WASTEING AWAY MY LIFE.

OH JOE PUBLIC, YOU THINK YOU KNOW THE
ANSWERS….
YOU THINK WHAT YOU DO AND SAY
ACTUALLY MAKE A DIFFERENCE,

YOU MAKE ME SO SICK.

MY LIFE IS HAPPY & UNCOMPLICATED UNTIL YOU
TRY TO BRAINWASH ME WITH YOUR
NONSENSE.

GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR NOISE,
TAKE YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE
AND SHUFFLE AWAY…

OH HOW I WOULD, IF I COULD…
END YOUR IGNORANCE FOR YOU.

SO JOE PUBLIC, NOW THAT YOU’VE HEARD...
DO YOU STILL LIVE IN THE DARK?

I AM SURE THAT YOU DO, AFTERALL YOU ONLY
HEAR THE WORDS THAT COME OUT OF YOUR
MOUTH,
WHICH EXPLAIN'S A LOT.

Bard

These are mine ... they're a few years old now. Thoughts on them are welcome, I guess...

Faint Heart

Floating home on a flying streetlight night,
Through the pane, the pain, that face- an unforgiving thought,
Nagging, numbing, - nurturing bright light,
Shatter now those feelings- long, he'd fought.

Fare paid, fair lady- again the deed is done,
Through pain, her face- and now she comes alive,
Nervous... Think! Not so will hearts be won-
Shattered dreams, romance cannot revive.

Dirt-caked buses, screaming clubs amuse,
That blinding light- heart-fed, dies away-
That hurt and shame, with no words left to use,
Just one more dawn- on just another day.

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Awakening (Unfinished)

Where was I - just now ..- in my dreams?
Images once vivid, ripped at the seams,
Was I with you, sharing passion's heat?
Two hearts together - one single beat.

A fire, still burning - which never can go out,
A heart ever yearning - a mind wiped of doubt,
A tear slowly trickles past a mouth too sad to speak,
And onwards now - tickles, a saddened face's cheek.

When all I have is in my dreams
They're all that pull me through,
And more so every day it seems
That all I want is you.

But dreams are fine - they have their place,
Reality calls - and leaves me faced
With fresh decisions, choices to make
- And not just for this one day's sake;
A life to build - a start to make -
A hope now of the part you'll take
My love for you can never die
I can't pretend, nor can I lie

When heavens rumble and clouds release
A showery tumble on man and beast
When the skies do crack with lightning white
And it's looking like Earth's final night
Know that you'll still hold my heart
Even still, through times apart

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Briefest of Miracles

For that miraculous one,
To Blossom as it should have done-
For that wondrous special gift,
To merely be allowed exist-
In age and grey to end,
And not breath stopped at fates own hand,
In no time, all I'd give
To change the past- to have her live.

No lord of faithful fearful men
Betrays their flock in such foul manner.
In truth- no-one but I,
will ever know this feeling.
And yes! So be it, then-
If tarred am I again a sinner,
For now it's true that I
will never feel this healing.

The only perfect picture,
All of which- I could be sure.
Be damned for evil theft
She of whom berieved I'm left-
Life shattered, battered through
She never knew- never grew-
Not to breath, laugh or cry-
When comes my peace, I'll see her smile...
At last.

BEAT

wow, Bard...
those are great! I suddenly feel so....
talentless? really. they are quite moving
let's see some more?

Bard

Originally posted by BEAT
wow, Bard...
those are great! I suddenly feel so....
talentless? really. they are quite moving
let's see some more?

The other poems of mine that I have on my hard drive are a little too personal for putting up on a public forum.

However, I appreciate the praise - thanks.

I don't write as much as I used to... the stuff used to flow from me with incredible speed and regularity. I've been getting back into it again a bit recently but not enough to have much solid to show for it.

Oh... well, there is this one which I wrote a few weeks ago:

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The Clare Way

The leafy glades some gods had made
And put aside as beauty,
The mossy treet of make-believe
All overgrown and rooty.

The ruined house in freedom dowsed
And full of lifes loud glory,
Where every stick or crumbled brick
Could tell an endless story.

The slanted flights of golden light
Strike down on a moss-made carpet
The hiding creatures of the night
Their ne'er-discovered target

The wind dies down, cold circles round,
The woods are dead alive.
- An idyllic spot - amidst the rot
Where life and love now thrive.

And in the verdant vibrant green
Two tangled souls now tread,
This dusk-walk won, trapped from the sun
To dreams and hopes ahead.

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ykt0di9url7bc3

Say what you want,
Dont give a damn,
A mouth is a Beautiful thing to waste,

and you can waste it beautifully on anything you want,
because Democracy rules!

by SearrarD


i cant rem the title to this, but i'll dig up my ole Magnum Force poetry book! and i may post up more (its been years since i saw my old work and i mightened like it now)

BEAT

Originally posted by Bard



The Clare Way

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all I can say is wow...you definitley need to publish these bard,
really!

BEAT

THE SKY IS WHITE WHERE IT SHOULD BE BLACK,
SO LATE AT NIGHT…

THE SEASON IS SPRING AND SO CLOSE TO SUMMER,
YET THE COLD AIR AND FREEZING RAIN GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT IT WERE STILL WINTER…

THE WORLD IS FALLING APART AROUND US,
AND WE ARE BLIND.

THE CHILDREN CRY BECAUSE THERE IS NO LOVE,
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO WILLINGLY KILL A DOVE?

MY FINGERS GET NUMB IN THE COLD BUT IT DOES NOT MATTER, MY PEN STILL WRITES AND THE PAPER IS STILL DRY ENOUGH TO CONTINUE…

MY FAMILY MIGHT ASK ME WHY, AND I CAN ONLY SAY:

I MUST SIT OUTSIDE OF THIS BOX WE CALL HOME,
THIS BOX LINED UP NEXT TO 50 OTHERS WHERE WE HIDE FROM THE WORLD,

I MUST SIT OUTSIDE AND FEEL THE BREEZE,
SMELL THE FRESH CUT GRASS AND WATCH THE TREES.

THE SKY CHANGES BEFORE MY EYES BECAUSE IT KNOWS I WATCH…
DID YOU EVEN NOTICE IT WAS THERE TODAY?

LIFE IS ME AND EVERYTHING I SEE, I DO NOT HIDE FROM IT OR PRETEND IT’S NOT THERE…INSTEAD I BECOME PART OF THIS SCENE…

DID YOU SEE ME TODAY, I WROTE WITH ONLY THE LIGHT OF THE STREET LAMP…
YOU THINK IT’S TOO DARK TO SEE, BUT I SAY IT’S THE PERFECT TIME TO SEE EVERYTHING.
LIFE IS HAPPENING ALL AROUND US, EVERY SECOND OF EVERYDAY…
LIVE IT, LOVE IT, and DEVOUR IT!

BREATHE IT IN DEEP, FOR YOUR LAST BREATH COULD BE MY NEXT.

FACE THE WIND AND LET IT CARRY YOU,
YOU CAN FLY, IF ONLY YOU TRY.

THERE WAS A MAN NAMED ALLEN & A MAN NAMED JACK,
THEY LIVED AND WROTE OF A TIME OF WHICH I WISH I COULD TRAVEL BACK…

THEY STARTED THIS TERM THAT I AM TODAY,
A BEAT…BY LOVE, BY LIFE AND BY PLAY

WE LISTEN TO JAZZ AND WRITE WITH OUR HEARTS OF THE CRAP THAT IS LIFE, WITH EVERY DAY A NEW START.

OUR WORLD AT OUR FEET, MOVING FROM PLACE TO PLACE WITH NOTHING TO CARRY BUT THE BAG ON OUR BACK AND THE PEN IN HAND…

LIVING LIFE WITHOUT THEIR RULES,
AND IT IS THE PEN THAT IS OUR FUEL…

TEACHING THOSE WHO DO NOT YET KNOW HOW TO LEARN LIVE AND GROW.

THROW TIME OUT THE DOOR, FOR IT DOES NOT EXIST…

THINKING BACK NOW TO ALL THOSE I’VE KISSED,

LOVE IS FREE AND SHOULD BE SHARED BY ALL,
WE SHOULD’NT HAVE TO FEAR THE FALL.

DEATH COMES TO US ALL, BUT IT IS A SMALL FEW WHO REALLY LIVE,
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN TO LIVE…?
IT’S THAT QUEST WE ALL STRIVE FOR, TO FIND OUT THE MEANING OF OUR EXISTENCE…
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT,

WHAT IS YOUR HURRY…THE ANSWER IS ONLY FOUND AT THE END, TAKE YOUR TIME AND THINK…DO WE ALL LIVE IN SIN?

AND THE QUESTION I FIND MYSELF ASKING TIME AND AGAIN,
WHERE DO I BEGIN…?