Poetry Discussion

[magicalmerf]

Discuss others poetry, or post your own poetry here.

I made this because i don't wanna see a poetry form, sorry but theirs already so many new forums that suck.

[CHEETZzz]

lol steal my idea much?

[numerator-91]

makes sense

[magicalmerf]

Well first, i didn't know.
Second i don't care.
And third stay on topic for once.

[techtiger]

are you aggainst poetry or litterature? because the literature i think would be half decent.. i mean i know that there are alot of the senior members here are acutualy smart people here that read so i think that it would be a good section to have.. as for poetry i see it bing a sub section of the literature but dont see it taking off as much as the literature........ any thoughts?

[CHEETZzz]

Fine.

On topic, as singer/lyricist for my band, poetry is a big part of my life.
I write a lot of shit usually in very specific, rhythmic, rhyming pattern, often in increments of 4 lines, encompassing slant and internal rhyme as well as assonance and consonance.

Basically, it's fucking awesome, lol.

I'll post shit if you fucking ask. Damn.

[techtiger]

see i think this should have a section of its own... i mean a subsection of literature but it should have a section nun the less

[AlbertWesker]

I'll post shit if you fucking ask. Damn.
Then please do, post somethings you write.

[CHEETZzz]

Lol OK.

uhhh let's see
i'll dig somethin outta the poetry book i made last year in my "Poetry Appreciation" class

OK here's a poem [not song, which makes a difference] from last year..
this one's called "Bitter"

Dry blood bleeds like powder
Dampening my cheerful dour
Lost in waves of distant rage
Distracted am i by the pain
In darkness see i through closed eyes
The image scarred into my mind
And through the thought of that i see
My hollow heart weeps silently
The smile sketched upon my face
Is scribbled mask-like to erase
The signs of struggle that took place
Unseen by those whose sight is faint
So stolid stand i here unheard
Screaming thoughts though never words
And laughing mocked myself have i
For rather would i laugh then cry

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bit depressing but that was how i felt at the time
my teacher said i worried her lol
whatcha think?

[AlbertWesker]

Actually that's pretty good. I kind of get the meaning, but what does it mean in total?

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

Tell me if you heard this one

Roses are Red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, S***l my feet!

Tad DAAA!

[Exploding_viper]

here is a few
my heart jumps,
to know how much you care.
knowing that it is so much more
I want you to love me forever.

in my heart, you light the fire
and make me fly higher and higher.
you are my eternal desire,
and you i will always admire.

i love you so,
and when i see you you glow.
these words i write so easy they flow,
my love for you, i promise to show.

My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You!


i dont want you to cry
and ill tell you why.
they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
and you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.
i wish i could have treated you like a queen
even though you gave me the cold shoulder.
i dont know if you see
but you confuse the hell out of me.
one day you act nice
and the next you want my neck in a grip of a vice.
i ask you, what is the price to gain your undying affection,
and you say you dont know.
and as i fret to and frow,
you are the only girl i met
that i ever let get in my head.
but i never fled away,
tryin to make it last another day,
even when u say i love you
amd i repeat it cuz its true.
i think, i cant stop lovin you
even tho i know what you do.
you were smart
and quickly stole my heart.
like a dart you peirced my defense,
and even tho i sometimes got tense.
i let you come on through
and i got no clue why.
and the last thing i will say tonigh'
it a truth that i cant deny
im a fool for you
i love you, its ture

sappy love shit

[techtiger]

so is it safe to say that it has been desided that literature should be a forum??

[AlbertWesker]

sappy love shit

Yeah but its good sappy love shit.

[CHEETZzz]

Actually that's pretty good. I kind of get the meaning, but what does it mean in total?

Thank you.
Uhh, the meaning is basically in the title.
I was venting about how i felt at the time [and still feel actually], which could only be described as bitter.

Sort of like a raw depression mixed with regret and nostalgia.

Basically me describing how i feel about myself and how in the end it'd rather laugh at all my mistakes then bitch over them.

Maybe i'll post more later... i have some damn good songs lol

[filthylucre]

seems like years,
since i last felt you in my veins.
i guess i never would of thought that,
my best friend could cause me this much pain.
i need more than just a fix,
i need a lifestyle change.
till then i'll keep watching the mirror,
to make sure im still sane.

i wake up to another day,
do things in my normal way,
paint the same old happy face,
never forget wheres my place.

school is such a manic run,
make sure that my work gets done,
pretend that its all good fun,
dont forget to pack a gun.

[filthylucre]

i also wrote this one last week. i write alot.

Republican or Democrate?
Quite frankly i dont give a crap.
ill start a war so i can stop it,
blow shit up so i can pop it.
Rage war against drugs then take a hit,
read some books then burn that shit.
just so you can finally see,
the beauty of pure anarchy.
steal from the old, goes double for the poor,
burn a flag because its pretty then light a couple more.

i havent finished this one yet

[techtiger]

why not just add this as a subsection of a literature section?

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

you keep saying that but has a literature forum even been started?? i think its about 9 members or so shy of that little goal there

[c73]

19 members actually :)

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

almost there then woot woot

[c73]

I'm trying lol. I have like 16 unanswered invitations sent out just because I wanted people :p

[CHEETZzz]

i also wrote this one last week. i write alot.

Republican or Democrate?
Quite frankly i dont give a crap.
ill start a war so i can stop it,
blow shit up so i can pop it.
Rage war against drugs then take a hit,
read some books then burn that shit.
just so you can finally see,
the beauty of pure anarchy.
steal from the old, goes double for the poor,
burn a flag because its pretty then light a couple more.

i havent finished this one yet

i like your stuff FilthyLucre
i sorta think this one should end on "anarchy"
but it's your shit so do what you like

haha that's be a good poem for this site
like the Anarchists' Anthem or something :D

[Exploding_viper]

Yeah but its good sappy love shit.

aww shit thanks!
its easy for me to write any type of poetry. it comes natual.
maybe since my name is cameron i should become............................................ .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........drumroll please




MC CAMO strait out of oklahoma bitches!! that 580 area codeZzZ izzles ya betta recognize bafore i bust my herringer in ya mudafuckan throat be-otch

shoot me if i ever talk like that

[freetibet]

i've written some poetry but it's either way too personal to show or sucks balls lol

[Slawter]

aww shit thanks!
its easy for me to write any type of poetry. it comes natual.
maybe since my name is cameron i should become............................................ .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........drumroll please




MC CAMO strait out of oklahoma bitches!! that 580 area codeZzZ izzles ya betta recognize bafore i bust my herringer in ya mudafuckan throat be-otch

shoot me if i ever talk like that

*cocks gun* You talked like it. haha. I suck at writing poetry, but I like some of Poe's stuff.

[Exploding_viper]

i've written some poetry but it's either way too personal to show or sucks balls lol


this is a discussion. NOT a flame thread.
post them

[c73]

Ah yes, post away and share your deepest.

I might just have to post some of my works :)

[filthylucre]

i like your stuff FilthyLucre
i sorta think this one should end on "anarchy"
but it's your shit so do what you like

haha that's be a good poem for this site
like the Anarchists' Anthem or something :D

haha thanks man. and yeah, im just gonna end it on anarchy. and as for an anthem...idk, this site deserves better

[Dr_gonzo33]

anyone here a edgar allen poe fan?

[c73]

Well... I am :)

[CHEETZzz]

haha thanks man. and yeah, im just gonna end it on anarchy. and as for an anthem...idk, this site deserves better

Lol, this site isn't that great.
Actually, i'd probably say your poem was better, or at least as good. :p

anyone here a edgar allen poe fan?

And yes. very much so.
One of my favorite bands is Nevermore. ha.

[filthylucre]

Lol, this site isn't that great.
Actually, i'd probably say your poem was better, or at least as good. :p

ha well ill share all rights of that one with ACB

[MrSoul]

My personal favorite:

The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Also, Apocalypse Now: Great film or greatest film?

[Xavier_Blackstone]

This is two of my poems that i wrote a couple of days ago. not the best but i was bored so yeah

I’m stuck in a world of lies and deceit

Were the foes of your life,

Are the so called friends you meet,

They live in your home, you see them at school

They live with you, they talk with you

Just to play you like a fool

You’re sucked into society, they conform you to their plans

Like a block of gray clay, controlled by societies hands

They sculpt you; they mold you, into their preferred shape

You’re stuck in their grasp, you can never escape

The darkness falls, the box has been unlocked

In the end there is nothing; but the rifle, loaded and cocked

But society has an enemy, a savior in the night

It’s hope, it’s the difference – from society, and it’s the right

To act on your ideals with pride, with all your strength and might

Though you can’t escape from the hatred and distrust

Of the ones who are out to get you for a reason without just

You can fight and struggle, through society’s corrupt design

For no matter what you do, in their plan you’re intertwined

And the second

The abyss is endless, though I think the end is near,

It comforts me, it laughs with me, yet I’m filled with dread and fear.

I’m in a continual dream, of attempted and failed escapes

The evil stays behind me with its ropes chains and tape.

It chooses your path, it knows your name,

It acts like a friend, though your life it will tame.

With its black veil, it covers your eyes,

Though with hope and a difference is where our chance lies.

A difference against the normal, what’s expected, what they’ve planned,

To go against society as much as you can.

Yes, society’s the veil, the abyss, and the fake friend,

The rips to big, the cracks to wide, the world will never mend.

The supports are breaking, the walls are caving,

Society’s made sure that it’s too late for saving.

Our world collapses the darkness is falling,

I can hear through the screams, the reaper is calling.

edit: sry to those will may freak at the sight of my accidental necropost but oh well it was a sticky so suck it up.

[charlee]

read my thread.

[crazyassmetalhead]

trying my hand at song writing, here's a nice little sorta death metal piece i've been trying to finish

steal it and i will find you......and you will become fucking album art.


you're dying a lie
life you deny
faith you rely
pray to the sky

look to the cross
realize your loss

salvation lies in yourself

kill the lie
don't comply
recitify
faith you must defy

fuck the jesus outta you x4

now it's plain to see
your new god is me
now on your knees to pray
i'll save your soul today

fuck the jesus outta you x4

life is pointless
then we die
stop trying to change this
with a lie



insistence on ignorance
your beliefs are blind
persistence of ignorance
your faith is blind

life is pointless
then we die
stop trying to change this
with a lie

fuck the jesus outta you x4






not doe yet, and i gotta get some music for it

should i bother?

i hope i didn't accidently steal any of this from songs i've heard, pretty sure i didn't but still, there's always a risk of that when you listen to a lot of shit.

[charlee]

nice, nice.

[ashaggyone]

far as im concerned the music is more important than the lyrics...but is sounds good to me regardless

[JohnLennonII]

Very nice, crazyassmetalhead.
Sometimes the music can be more important than the lyrics, but both should enhance each other.
Here's one that I wrote and I haven't finished and won't for a long, long time.

The doors are closed in the sanctuary I'm
Waiting for the priest I'm scared but I
Life my hands to start to pray but
Something's there to clovk my way

I locked the doors to that room so long ago
To open now would be just another blow
On my sanity fading fast through
The mist I see a light

Wating for someone to rescue me
Waiting for my sanctuary
In the distance I hear the mission bell
But now I see the light is the light of hell.

[FinallyFree]

great poems so far i've seen heres one i made idk if its any good haha no title either couldnt think of one

My eyes can see
But my soul can’t breathe
It all falls on me
I need to be free
My eyes are open
My faith is clear
I do not fear
For the light is here
There are the thoughts that I found
The thoughts I need to make loud
As long as I’m proud
It’ll all be sound
I won’t question it
Or I’ll make a mess of it
I won’t give up
I’ll live again
My heart is tense
Someday it’ll all make sense
In that time ill fly
There’ll be no more lies