That was simple and elegant, and raw.DuplicateValue said:
Thanks for sharing that. Do you got any more
National Poetry Month, let's share some!
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Thanks for sharing that. Do you got any more
Have you ever shared these with her?J. Reed said:
Also, feel free to post here, no one is judging and I'll get them banned if they do.
Sorry for Double Post.
Thanks. =DBlindMessiah94 said:That was simple and elegant, and raw.
Thanks for sharing that. Do you got any more
Sadly, no.
Well, there is one other, but it's not that good at all.
I'm not that into writing poetry really - I prefer stories, but I've been a bit too lazy lately so I haven't got any to post.
I do have one of my crappy attempts at writing song lyrics. It's something I find very hard to do for some reason.
Dependence
As I watch coldly,
Our once great city falls to the sea.
Vacant eyes, steady breath -
I wait.
Wait for you
To rescue what?s ours.
Won?t you be the hero -
Will you let it all drown?
I feel it choking,
I see it struggle against the waves.
All I can do, I?ve done -
It?s only you now
And your broken tone
That can rescue our empire.
Please don?t let it crumble.
As I watch coldly,
Our once great city falls to the sea.
Vacant eyes, steady breath -
I wait.
Wait for you
To rescue what?s ours.
Won?t you be the hero -
Will you let it all drown?
I feel it choking,
I see it struggle against the waves.
All I can do, I?ve done -
It?s only you now
And your broken tone
That can rescue our empire.
Please don?t let it crumble.
reg42 said:
I agree.
She's a very kinky girl,
The kind you don't take home to mother,
She will never let your spirits down,
Once you get her off the street, Ow girl,
She likes the boys in the band,
She says that I'm her all-time favorite,
When I make my move to her room it's the right time,
She's never hard to please,
Ow now,
That girl is pretty wild now,
*The girl's a super freak*,
The kind of girl you read about,
*In new-wave magazines*,
That girl is pretty kinky,
*The girl's a super freak*,
I really love to taste her,
*Every time we meet*,
She's all right, she's all right,
That girl's all right... with me, yeah...
He HE HE HE!
She's a super freak, super freak,
She's super-freaky, Yow...
Everybody sing,
Super freak, super freak,
She's a very special girl,
*The kind of girl you want to know*,
From her head down to her toenails,
*Down to her feet,*yeah*
And she'll wait for me at backstage with her girlfriends,
In a limousine,
*Going back in Chinatown*
Three's not a crowd to her, she says
*Menaje A` Trois,*Oh la-la*,
Room 714, I'll be waiting,
*Ah* When I get there she's got incense, wine and candles,
It's such a freaky scene,
That girl is pretty kinky,
*The girl's a super freak*,
The kind of girl you read about,
*In New Way magazines*,
That girl is pretty wild now,
*The girl's a super freak*,
I really like to taste her,
*Every time we meet*,
She's all right, she's all right,
That girl's all right... with me, yeah...
He HE HE HE!
She's a super freak, super freak,
She's super-freaky, Yow...
Temptations sing!
*Ohohohohohohohoh*
Super freak, super freak,
That girl's a super freak,
*Ohohohohohohohoh*
She's a very kinky girl,
The kind you won't take home to mother,
And she will never let your spirits down,
Once you get her off the street,
Blow, Daddy!
Ow now...
Ow now...
I feel I must bring a more unusual British poet into the mix.
So, for your reading pleasure, I give you my personal favorite: Philip Larkin with "This Be The Verse" and "Hight Windows"
So, for your reading pleasure, I give you my personal favorite: Philip Larkin with "This Be The Verse" and "Hight Windows"
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
I bolded the best part.<spoiler=Save Our City>Mr. Mayor, the mission burns
the zombies are marching, they close on the square
Families are cold, look down at their souls
huddled in camps on the old marble steps of City Hall
Faith in their God, that's all that they've got
Across the room, beyond the pane
the whole world is churning, bleeding and burning, hailstorms and ash
The moon is as blood
over the soldiers who sag in the mud.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord
Through the rapture
of this world.
Little boy, I'm just a man, a mere civil servant
against this tyrant God
I've allied with our King, salvation he brings
protecting the city against all the troops Heaven sent
but the dead walk again, this is the end.
Oh I'm just a man, my time has come
Long live King Simius! May he deliver us from this nightmare!
And with a blast like the sun
his lips are unwrapped from the barrel of his gun.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord
Through the rapture
of this world.
Fought and fell for our great king
we burned alive and boiled
The dragon, red and wrathful calls
We rise and march once more.
Cursed in death, we starve for flesh
Our skin is cooked and curled
We'll eat our skin and smash them in
In Hell, we'll grind their bones.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord God
Through the rapture
of this world.
Through the mayor's ruined head, the boy steps through the window
and cries out from the ledge to the people below.
There's a time to pray and there's a time to fight
Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right
Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls
it's time now to rise and fight!
Save our city!
Keep our souls, Lord!
Rise now and fight!
the zombies are marching, they close on the square
Families are cold, look down at their souls
huddled in camps on the old marble steps of City Hall
Faith in their God, that's all that they've got
Across the room, beyond the pane
the whole world is churning, bleeding and burning, hailstorms and ash
The moon is as blood
over the soldiers who sag in the mud.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord
Through the rapture
of this world.
Little boy, I'm just a man, a mere civil servant
against this tyrant God
I've allied with our King, salvation he brings
protecting the city against all the troops Heaven sent
but the dead walk again, this is the end.
Oh I'm just a man, my time has come
Long live King Simius! May he deliver us from this nightmare!
And with a blast like the sun
his lips are unwrapped from the barrel of his gun.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord
Through the rapture
of this world.
Fought and fell for our great king
we burned alive and boiled
The dragon, red and wrathful calls
We rise and march once more.
Cursed in death, we starve for flesh
Our skin is cooked and curled
We'll eat our skin and smash them in
In Hell, we'll grind their bones.
Save our city
Keep our souls, Lord God
Through the rapture
of this world.
Through the mayor's ruined head, the boy steps through the window
and cries out from the ledge to the people below.
There's a time to pray and there's a time to fight
Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right
Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls
it's time now to rise and fight!
Save our city!
Keep our souls, Lord!
Rise now and fight!
Here's one I had to write for my creative writing course last semester. I prefer reading poetry as opposed to writing it.
Wildfire
A spark of life, huddled on itself for warmth,
Feeble existence wavering, scrambling for strength,
Fluttering, stuttering-gone.
Then, a caress like wings, life is breathed in with triumph.
"I'm alive!" it proclaims in foreign
Amber tongues, licking at the sky.
Reaching higher and higher into a crescendo
Of light, its joyous dance is infectious.
Soon all are swaying to its rhythmic beauty.
Silent bystanders are swept up in its frenzied dance,
No longer majestic in their hues of green,
Instead adopting the bleak pallet of death.
The fiend sweeps on,
Waltzing from partner to partner with feverish delight.
Ignoring the pained cackling of its captives,
It merrily consumes them, exposing their bony structures.
But the ashen prisoners hear the sound of hope-
Thunder, the sky's battle cry as it rushes down to
Defend the suffering. The once vibrant dance dwindles,
Fading to nothingness.
The breath that gave it life, whisks away the shroud of death.
And like the last echoes of an unwinding
Music box, the dying hiss is the only thing heard, whispering-
"I lived."
A spark of life, huddled on itself for warmth,
Feeble existence wavering, scrambling for strength,
Fluttering, stuttering-gone.
Then, a caress like wings, life is breathed in with triumph.
"I'm alive!" it proclaims in foreign
Amber tongues, licking at the sky.
Reaching higher and higher into a crescendo
Of light, its joyous dance is infectious.
Soon all are swaying to its rhythmic beauty.
Silent bystanders are swept up in its frenzied dance,
No longer majestic in their hues of green,
Instead adopting the bleak pallet of death.
The fiend sweeps on,
Waltzing from partner to partner with feverish delight.
Ignoring the pained cackling of its captives,
It merrily consumes them, exposing their bony structures.
But the ashen prisoners hear the sound of hope-
Thunder, the sky's battle cry as it rushes down to
Defend the suffering. The once vibrant dance dwindles,
Fading to nothingness.
The breath that gave it life, whisks away the shroud of death.
And like the last echoes of an unwinding
Music box, the dying hiss is the only thing heard, whispering-
"I lived."
Here's probably my favourite poem:
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Sorry couldn't resist
I am Sam
I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam-I-am
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am
Do you like
green eggs and ham
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
Would you like them
Here or there?
I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am
Would you like them
in a house?
Would you like them
with a mouse?
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you? Could you?
in a car?
Eat them! Eat them!
Here they are.
I woould not ,
could not,
in a car
You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree?
d not in a tree.
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox
I do not like them in a house
I do mot like them with a mouse
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you
on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse
I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not,
in the dark.
Would you, could you,
in the rain?
I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
Not in a car, Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not eat them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere!
You do not like
green eggs and ham?
I do not
like them,
Sam-I-am.
Could you, would you,
with a goat?
I would not,
could not.
with a goat!
Would you, could you,
on a boat?
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!
I do not like
green egss
and ham!
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
You do not like them.
SO you say.
Try them! Try them!
ANd you may.
Try them and you may I say.
Sam!
If you will let me be,
I will try them.
You will see.
Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat!
And I would eat them with a goat...
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so goodm so goodm you see!
So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANHYWHERE!
I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am
I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam-I-am
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am
Do you like
green eggs and ham
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
Would you like them
Here or there?
I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am
Would you like them
in a house?
Would you like them
with a mouse?
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you? Could you?
in a car?
Eat them! Eat them!
Here they are.
I woould not ,
could not,
in a car
You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree?
d not in a tree.
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox
I do not like them in a house
I do mot like them with a mouse
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you
on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse
I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not,
in the dark.
Would you, could you,
in the rain?
I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
Not in a car, Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not eat them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere!
You do not like
green eggs and ham?
I do not
like them,
Sam-I-am.
Could you, would you,
with a goat?
I would not,
could not.
with a goat!
Would you, could you,
on a boat?
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!
I do not like
green egss
and ham!
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
You do not like them.
SO you say.
Try them! Try them!
ANd you may.
Try them and you may I say.
Sam!
If you will let me be,
I will try them.
You will see.
Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat!
And I would eat them with a goat...
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so goodm so goodm you see!
So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANHYWHERE!
I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am
Here's one written by my friend. I do so hope you will enjoy it.
And a classic:
Da Cat
Da cat sat on da mat.
Da cat sat on da mat.
And a classic:
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
I wrote this as a love letter to my friend. Didn't work, but she loved it anyway. Everyone else that I showed it to loved it as well.
You, that whose beauty is the pleasure of my eyes;
Who's voice is melodious in my ears;
Who carries, unknowingly, my heart in your gentle hands,
And when it is not, it grows like a flower towards your warm touch.
I am yours and yet you do not know;
My heart, imprisoned by love and dragged, will follow wherever you go;
Whether it be through thorns or through white, heavenly clouds.
I will follow - mesmerized by your eyes which shine so marvelously
As if a majestic city lay in them wrapped in a hazel shroud.
When with you, my heart trembles, my lips crack, my breathing fails, and I cannot say what I would as I do now with written words that you may never see.
So although we are not as one, I am yours; always. And always hoping to one day tell you, with the most truest of words that my heart may speak: I love you.
Who's voice is melodious in my ears;
Who carries, unknowingly, my heart in your gentle hands,
And when it is not, it grows like a flower towards your warm touch.
I am yours and yet you do not know;
My heart, imprisoned by love and dragged, will follow wherever you go;
Whether it be through thorns or through white, heavenly clouds.
I will follow - mesmerized by your eyes which shine so marvelously
As if a majestic city lay in them wrapped in a hazel shroud.
When with you, my heart trembles, my lips crack, my breathing fails, and I cannot say what I would as I do now with written words that you may never see.
So although we are not as one, I am yours; always. And always hoping to one day tell you, with the most truest of words that my heart may speak: I love you.
<color=purple> Twas' a brilliant poem. I am glad you decided to share that treasure with us.Quaxar said:
OT: Ummm, I'll try to recall one of my favorite poems I heard a while ago....
<color=purple>
<spoiler=Pick-up line><color=purple> Roses are red
Violets are blue
Ima f*** you with a rake.
<color=purple>
...okay, so it is not profound or higly intelligent, but it gave me a good laugh when I found it in a thread on another site asking for good pick-up lines. XD
I've got another one close to the last one that my friend likes to tell.
<color=purple> Roses are red
Dead ones are black
Why is your chest
As flat as your back?
<color=purple>
Oh and there was that one from WoW. (Told by the Undead)
It was something like this:
<spoiler=WoW> <color=purple>Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I am dead and color blind.
*ahem* There once was a man from Nantucket...[sub]what? oh[/sub] Ok, ok
Running through the dot-filled mazes
Running through the dot-filled mazes
You make that odd yet soothing sound.
In either normal or Pac-power phases
You make that sound and run around.
While chased by 8-bit ghosts
And eating bonus fruits,
You took our quarters, coast to coast.
Were you and Frogger in cahoots?
I respect you, Pac man.
You took our quarters and our dimes.
Your machines are gone
But you're still in our minds.
In either normal or Pac-power phases
You make that sound and run around.
While chased by 8-bit ghosts
And eating bonus fruits,
You took our quarters, coast to coast.
Were you and Frogger in cahoots?
I respect you, Pac man.
You took our quarters and our dimes.
Your machines are gone
But you're still in our minds.
Even though my soul is tainted
my selfless life has finally ended.
A wraith is what i'm cursed to be
traveling over land and sea.
Take the smoke and make it mine
build my army over time
Sent me not to burning hell
but sent me to the Nether-realm.
my selfless life has finally ended.
A wraith is what i'm cursed to be
traveling over land and sea.
Take the smoke and make it mine
build my army over time
Sent me not to burning hell
but sent me to the Nether-realm.
Robot I am, Lin Kuei I possess
My embers of steam they enjoy to caress
Allied by Sub-Zero, and captured by Kahn
I couldn't decipher which side I was on.
So now I stand, beside another
Who happens to be my allies brother
Dark and hidden, away from light
Waiting for the signal to fight
My embers of steam they enjoy to caress
Allied by Sub-Zero, and captured by Kahn
I couldn't decipher which side I was on.
So now I stand, beside another
Who happens to be my allies brother
Dark and hidden, away from light
Waiting for the signal to fight
From my favourite poet and author, forever and ever, Amen: Guy Gavriel Kay
A Narrow Escape
Because he was such as could spend
a whole night, centuries from sleep
crafting a poem to reclaim the afternoon
when they first men, she fell in love with him.
But when he actually did so
and, piling sin upon sin,
showed her the result,
in a pure rage of possessiveness
she burst into angry tears, crying:
'How could I not have seen
how destructive you are?'
Out of love with him, she will
congratulate herself on a narrow escape
and for her it will have been. She could
never have lain secure in a love
that allows him to leave her bed
in deep night for a hard desk
where, half asleep, he scribbles fiercely
in a shaming infidelity, searching
for a word to give her eyes, a voice
for her voice, while she wakes
alone, and calls him to her, and
he does not come.
Some of my own, with a focus on gaming:
Ode to the Geth:http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Mass-Effect-Ode-to-the-Geth-72349388
Melting Cania: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Ten-Free-Melting-Cania-83390031
Electric Love: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Electric-Love-100164073
In My Garden: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/In-My-Garden-100164455
A Narrow Escape
Because he was such as could spend
a whole night, centuries from sleep
crafting a poem to reclaim the afternoon
when they first men, she fell in love with him.
But when he actually did so
and, piling sin upon sin,
showed her the result,
in a pure rage of possessiveness
she burst into angry tears, crying:
'How could I not have seen
how destructive you are?'
Out of love with him, she will
congratulate herself on a narrow escape
and for her it will have been. She could
never have lain secure in a love
that allows him to leave her bed
in deep night for a hard desk
where, half asleep, he scribbles fiercely
in a shaming infidelity, searching
for a word to give her eyes, a voice
for her voice, while she wakes
alone, and calls him to her, and
he does not come.
Some of my own, with a focus on gaming:
Ode to the Geth:http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Mass-Effect-Ode-to-the-Geth-72349388
Melting Cania: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Ten-Free-Melting-Cania-83390031
Electric Love: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/Electric-Love-100164073
In My Garden: http://uilleand.deviantart.com/art/In-My-Garden-100164455
Since I live in Dayton, I have to give it up to mah boi Paul Laurence Dunbar:
Toast to Dayton
Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
Changeless still, though fate and fashion
Rise and fall and ebb and flow,
To the glory of our nation,
To the welfare of our state,
Let us all with veneration
Every effort consecrate.
And our city, shall we fail her?
Or desert her gracious cause?
Nay--with loyalty we hail her
And revere her righteous laws.
She shall ever claim our duty,
For she shines--the brightest gem
That has ever decked with beauty
Dear Ohio's diadem.
Toast to Dayton
Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
Changeless still, though fate and fashion
Rise and fall and ebb and flow,
To the glory of our nation,
To the welfare of our state,
Let us all with veneration
Every effort consecrate.
And our city, shall we fail her?
Or desert her gracious cause?
Nay--with loyalty we hail her
And revere her righteous laws.
She shall ever claim our duty,
For she shines--the brightest gem
That has ever decked with beauty
Dear Ohio's diadem.
I would hardly call that crappy.DuplicateValue said:Thanks. =DBlindMessiah94 said:That was simple and elegant, and raw.
Thanks for sharing that. Do you got any more
Sadly, no.
Well, there is one other, but it's not that good at all.
I'm not that into writing poetry really - I prefer stories, but I've been a bit too lazy lately so I haven't got any to post.
I do have one of my crappy attempts at writing song lyrics. It's something I find very hard to do for some reason.
Dependence
As I watch coldly,
Our once great city falls to the sea.
Vacant eyes, steady breath -
I wait.
Wait for you
To rescue what?s ours.
Won?t you be the hero -
Will you let it all drown?
I feel it choking,
I see it struggle against the waves.
All I can do, I?ve done -
It?s only you now
And your broken tone
That can rescue our empire.
Please don?t let it crumble.
Besides, words can transcend judgment when they are art.
Don't be so hard on yourself. What is garbage to some may be gold to others (not calling your work garbage, I am just saying that you never know who will be moved by what you write).
Keep writing,
Do you read his adult literature? Dood was a brilliant, twisted bugger. Love him, love that poem so very much....UnableToThinkOfName said:
These are lovely, and speak to much more maturity than you give yourself credit for.J. Reed said:
"My terrible, my painful one..." Delicious...
I have, actually. But only recently. She's the exception to my "never, ever share" rule, due to the fact they're about her. I just didn't think to mention it in my first post.BlindMessiah94 said:
And I wasn't so much concerned with people being judgmental. It's more... reluctancy, I guess, at putting something on display that I consider extremely personal.
But thanks for the assurance. I hate the pricks who offer criticism in the form of insults, and not a modicum of anything constructive.
I'd share more, but these three poems are all I have. Literally. I used to have dozens. Crusade themed, nautical themed, comedic pieces, and more... but they were all saved on my hard drive, which fried itself after an incredibly long THREE MONTHS of use.
Technology hates our family.