Poetry Corner

[tygerofdanyte]

The rumble of talk fills the room. A man walks up with a slow gait, full of energy and light, his step ever so slight. He looks around, his hair slicked back, his eyes filled with to the brim with simple sound. He sports the wear of a man who knows who is, confident and the gait of a lion within its lair. The rumble of talk fills the room, for the lights goes dim, and lighters flicker in the darkness, only a slight glow does loom. His yearning eyes gaze once more searching for that one gal. His stalking eyes look about, and for he knew the end of the wait was near, he could feel the one he sought. He steps down from the wooden stage, his eyes filled with a tiger’s rage. He sees her in all her beauty, the light unaware of her form so right. His gait-the leopard’s stalk, eying his prey, her form so right, set straight under jet black hair the color of charcoal’s chalk. The rumble of talk simmers down, as he approaches his beautiful lady set apart in her gown, like a lamb in lamb in a wild cat’s groun’. He sets his hand upon her own, bringing her closer to the stage, freeing her from a dreary cage. His gait, a cheetah’s speed, for he is of the sun’s own seed. He speaks, his eyes so bright, his hair slicked back, hanging from his ear a silver ring, his voice speaks like the scorpion’s sting.

“To you my love, “

With a click of his hands, the lights do die, and a spotlight so right comes upon his being. The glimmer doesn’t die from eyes even in the blinding sea of light.

To you my love
I show you my song.
To you my love
my passion’s throng.

To you my love.
I strip away my cool
To you my love
I give my heart’s rule.

To you my love
I light my body’s flame
To you my love
Burn me with your name

To you my love
I show my song
To you my love
Right my every wrong.

Then he stood awaiting his heart’s desire, not knowing what should be for he was not given the gift to look at future’s sea.
~~

[Togechukku]

The rains of blood flow,
Down from the sky.
The redness that stains,
Down from upon high.
Darkness is eternal,
Light then does sigh,
For death goes on willingly,
Away it does cry…

[Lady Knight of Shaylir]

(Awww, Sweet poem Tyger. mesa likes. "*is killed by Jar Jar fans*" ^_~)

With careful nervous steps a young woman steps up to the mic. She scans the audience with eyes that are like pools of emerald ice. They flicker momentarily with apprehension as she brushes a wisp of short auburn hair out of her weather-tanned face. With shaking hands she unfolds a piece of scratch paper and begins to read from it. (This is a sonnet, Btw. o.O;

To make a statement in a profound way
One must stop to ponder life's real meaning
Or consider what love is if you may
Or maybe find why hope is so fleeting

To be profound is not an easy task
From my own expierence I say that
Why not? A great many people may ask
That is what I am about to get at

One can not force themselves to be profound
It's something that only comes on a whim
It also takes knowledge from what I've found
And a cup of coffee filled to the brim

The moment you give up, I'll guarentee
Profound thoughts will be flying right to thee

[anonym0usie]

A smallish, “pleasantly plump” male of Oriental heritage dressed in black carpenter jeans and a gray polo t-shirt stumbles onto the stage, coughing and wheezing due to all the smoke in the room. He drags his feet to the microphone, takes a sip of his Evian, and then runs his hand through his scraggly, short jet-black hair as he looks around the room with his small, terror-filled brown eyes. “I’m new to the poetry scene,” he says in a shy, timid voice while he nervously grinds his brown-leather sandal clad feet into the imaginary pits he has imagined into the stage floor. “But I’ve tried my best to share with you a little piece of me.” Then, taking a big breath, he closes his eyes and speaks…

______________________


“I Once Thought…”


I once thought that time would grant me superpowers
“When I grow up,” I said,
“I could be like Spider-Man, Superman even!
I just have to wait for high school.”

I once thought that the best was in store for me
“When I grow up,” I said,
“I’ll be in Harvard, Yale, Princeton…
I just have to wait to be #1.”

I once thought that I would be a superstar
“When I grow up,” I said,
“I can be a singer, a tennis star, a TaeKwonDo Master!
I just have to wait to become better!”

I once thought that I had my whole life ahead of me.
“When I grow up,” I said,
“I can be…
I just have to wait…”

I once thought that time was my friend
Would wait ‘til I was ready.
I was wrong.

I now know that time is not an entity at all
“When is now,” I say,
“I can be whatever I want
I just have to make my own time.”

______________________

“Thank you,” he says, before scurrying off the stage into the comfort and safety of his seat in the shadowy-est corner of the room.

[firepokemon]

10 years ago today I was seven years old, with three of my friends, we walked along the railway, not knowing what dangers would be ahead, laughing talking about what we'll do when we grow up, having so many dreams, having so many hopes.

Walking along the railway laughing and teasing each other, having no worries at all, pushing each other and laughing our heads off, not caring, not wanting to care.

Train speeds along the track track, we're laughing, we're teasing, we see the train, the train keeps moving, wheels going round, train moving, then one of us is left on the track, he's got his foot stuck, and the trains getting closer.

And I'm screaming trying to run over to him, but they're holding me back, and theres nothing I can do, but wait for whats going to happen, and hes crying, and he looks at me, and the train hoots his horn, and he keeps looking, and he looks, and the train goes over him.

And each of those carriages going over him, blood is splattered everywhere, the train is well gone now, didn't even bother to stop, and there he is, not recognisable, and we're looking at each other, thinking it's all a dream, but it's reality.

And 10 years has past, and all I can do is think of that day, the day that changed my life. So much guilt is inside me, I could of saved him, but they stopped me. The other two they don't seem to care but I did, he was my best friend.

And that best friend is gone, and I just keep looking at those eyes, wondering if he'd still be here today, I blame myself for what happened, I knew not to go on it, my parents warned many times, the parents of my best friend, won't even acknowledge me when I'm walking down the street, and everyone else in high school is so happy, they don't seem to have the worries, and those two other friends of mine, they're in the football team, where I should be, but getting near them, just makes me swallow pity

Life changes so much in those 10 years but those eyes keep staring at me, I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, and I picture that day in my dreams, I picture his foot getting stuck, and I picture myself trying to help, but I get held back, and hes crying and hes looking at me, and the train keeps moving and train goes over him and each carriage rides over, and then the train vanishes, and this bloodied lifeless unrecognisable body is left.

10 years ago my life has changed, but for my best friend, he never got to have a life, he never got to get his first kiss, never got to go to the Prom, never went on a date, never be the Detective he wanted to be. For he had only started life, and that life was stopped, while I have life, but I'm not using it.

Those eyes keep staring at me, in my dreams, he stares, when I'm on the bus to school, he stares, hes watching me, I can see him, I saw him and I couldn't help him. Haunted eyes keep staring, haunted eyes keep following, life must go on. But that look in his eyes, those eyes of his and then theres that bloodied lifeless body. And then theres him crying staring into my eyes. I see those eyes.


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I like those poems you've all written. Toge yours is really short but it had so much impact.

Tyger yours was kinda sad. In a good way though.

Poetry is such a forgotten art. Quite sad really.

[Togechukku]

Erm... yeah, another poem thingy that I just did. Its a bit weird.

Control

When you loose everything,
And the night gone away,
And far away a bird does sing,
Together pianos play.
For life is a certain thing,
And it goes on each day.
Even if you are the king,
Not even you have a say…
In how life does it's dancing,
And which way it may sway,
For life is prancing…
Far, far away…

Life is out of control...

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^^;;;

[Prof. Jb Wolf]

A cough comes from the direction of the stage as a newcomer stands holding a tattered paper in his hand. His tanned skin is a direct contrast to the white coat he wears and the immaculate harvard shirt underneath. Strands of dark black hair frame his face emerald green eyes shining with a bit of nervousness. "Uh..hi." He mutters into the microphone. "I..uh...thought I would share a little poem with you guys." He takes a deep breath. "So uh...here I go."

Invisible Heart

Cold logic. Tangled emotions. An icy enigma.
That is what you show.
Blue strands of unruly hair frame a slender face.
A face as pale as the moon, a mysterious beauty to behold.
Glowing crimson orbs shine from blank features.
Two windows into her very soul, a soul filled with confusion.
It wanders her icy depths, seeking that which she cannot find.
The invisible heart that contains her emotions.
Her unseen heart that houses her true self.
Tender emotions. Unexplained longings. An answer to a question not asked.
They burn like fire within her heart.
Slowly melting the icy mask from her face.
Revealing the tender soul hidden beneath.
Ayanami Rei.
An Invisible Heart.
A Heart beating withing a shell of a body.

Rolls the papers up and puts it in his pocket before walking off the stage.

[tygerofdanyte]

great poems everyone. now i reply

i'll go from the latest poem to the ealiest, seeing that's the way the vb seems to order the posts 0.o

prof jb. wolf: jon becaulier Wolf. WHoo, its been a long time since i've seen you on this board or any board or any im prog for that ^^:;. how have you been? if by any stray chance you post another poem or just post , please do give me your im (or im me on msn or aim at tygerofdanyte@Hotmail.com or tygerofdanyte, respectivel). so we could talk and such. now about your poem. very poetic, but it some how doesn't flow completely. you tend to suddenly put in words that don't blend with the rest of the text, example "orbs" hmm i can't seem to suggest another word aside from eyes, but heh ^^;; go figure. there are a few more instances. although i must say this is the first time i'm seeing a poem on ayanami rei. anime character, if i remember right. very short term memory ^^:;

togechukku: not at all wierd toge. Its actually very interesting view. ALthough it looks to have come out of a more depressed person than the very hyper, active also hyperactive person that is you, ooh i forgot to mention pesky =P (gotcha back for that aim convo) anyway back to your poem. it was interesting. a nice way of looking at life. but heh you sure did put me in perspective by calling life a certain THING. emphasis on thing ^_~. interesting view on the world. although i don't usually agree with constant A-B rhyme structure (that is using the same type of rhyme ever time) it had a very dulling presence to it. interesting. if something's wrong. i'm almost always on aim or msn. so you can talk to me if ya want to.

konnix: *cringes as i look at your bloody and wet hands* ^_~ feuding wih someone? err its a good poem. best poems are done with emotion. like yours.i can feel the emotion bursting through the words. I could feel how much you wanna kill this guy =P it scares me ^^;; but its good poetry. oh change the word "Ran" in line five to "run" so it makes more sense, unless thats what you were driving for ^_~.

firepokemon: heh, sad in a good way. XD. pathetic fellow isn't he-the guy in my poem. I used to be him, well i sitll am, but i'm less pathetic now. I don't have a earring in my ear at least ^^;; I'm not that hyper, okay maybe i am. but meh. but i digress. on to your poem. I LOVED IT. I love any poem done in paragraph format. Although i loved the writing style, the poem in itself was sad. You brought the mood from a happy one and then you crush it like a flower in a closed fist. it was very interestnig. ALmost seemed real. bah, i speak too much ill ~_~. OH well it was very sad and you put it out in a beautiful manner.

mousie: aww that is so true. i know what your feeling alex. heh, i also felt a few of those things. i wanted to be the terminator when i was growing up though =P i could become liquid .

Shaylir: profound is as profound does. err heh, i tried to say something profound but failed miserably. all i could do was take "stupid is as stupid does" and change it to "profound is as profound does" it does make some sense, but not much ^^;; heh, your poem was interesting. but you forgot to spell check it =P. although i agree with the whole bit about coffee. it is a must for deep thinkers. i mean look at us poetic ppl here ^_~.

togechukkU: hey again. now that is graphic. Never thought i could see a bloody sky :-P but i can now ^_~ interesting way to show death as well. i agree with FP on this. i mean its short but damn does it have impact.
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heh now for my poem.

A boy short in stature, but tall in soul walks with an air of innocence ot the stage. HIs eyes flicker with light. He eyes the crowd with daunting eyes, almost daring them to say something. BUt he does not give them a choice, as his tiny pre-pubescent voice voice, a shrill tone.

"I have something to tell you all."

The voices died down in kind yet playful accomodation, yet there were a few snickers here and there from a few of immature age.

He started again.

" i wanted to read this poem, I wrote.

I had a little puppy.
I called him fluffy
I washed him every day
We talked from APril to May.
It was a lot of fun
We used to run
in the morning.
and i heard a ring
from a bell on his collar.
but now i miss her.
It became sick
it was something to do with the superhero Tick.
SO he was sick but he died
i was said then mommy told me he was near god's side
So i'm happy for this little puppy
He was mine and I called him fluffy."

WIth this, he got up and ran down the steps and out the door and was never seen again.

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err this was kind of hard, tryign to write from a kid's perspective. i would have thought it would be easy. but it was hard ;-; heh usually my poems end up looking like they were writtenby a 8 year old. but this time i'm PROUD to say that I tried to make it look like it was written by a 8 year old ^^:;

[dratinihaunter13]

hooray for the poetry corner! *flips on a few of the lights in the back, keeping the room somewhat dim, but not like a frickin' grave*. and poetry and darkness just seems like such a nice combination doesn't it? well don't forget to swivel your head, squint to hard and it'll look like drivel. A wincing bard may have words to give, but one learns to live with ambivalence. Listen.

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"Imaginary Confession"

You always keep me guessing.
Keep pressing, please, keep pressing.
My guesses have me losing.
Time presses, then the bruising.

The time to heal returning.
Alive to keep discerning.
Returning hints emerging.
Returning hints with yearning.

Fearing calls not existing.
Fearing falls, then resisting.
This existance keeps on regressing,
To resist any progress, now I am confessing:

I want to love you and be loved.
I want to see you every day.
Don't want these feelings shoved away.
I'm missing you in every way.

I'm writing to hide it.
I'm trying to fight it.
My feelings are true,
But I'm running despite it.

I'm longing to right it.
I'm wrong and I know it.
I love your whole person.
Now why can't I show it?

Forget all the guessing,
I want your heart pressed next to mine.
I love you, all right?
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"And Everything in Between"

It takes More than Less than enough,
To create Something from Nothing,
And with Overwhelming Understanding,
We are Left to the Right answer,
That one must Last to Begin.
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The two don't have any relation to each other, just thought i'd put 'em both up.

Konnix I'm liking that last line! Saw it as how u're describing the beating you're gonna give this punk so graphically then making it even more serious by saying you "won't hold back at all" next time. nice.

I like how you put that feeling into verse alex, well done to the very conclusion.

I cant deny to the fact that you may just
Break down and cry
I will not fight this pain inside
Because the truth would just make it worse
You look back you can not see
Just how bad your treatment can be
So by now I hope you know
Just where I stand all alone

Life is unfair
You cannot see
Life is unfair
To you and to me
Why wont you feel the pain I share
Why won't you feel life is unfair

Maybe someday when were all old
You will come back with stories that told
How you were the hero inside
How youve changed them with your mind
Maybe someday you wont have changed
Maybe someday you'll still be the same
For now I know just why your there
Just to prove to me that

Life is unfair
You cannot see life is unfair
to you and to me
Why wont you feel the pain i share
why wont you feel life is unfair?

*

Thats one of my worse songs... ^^;;;;

~Mist

[Kirei]

I liked reading the above poems. Thought I would revive this topic with one of my own:

Maybe we were wrong for each other,
Maybe it wasn't the right time.
Maybe we weren't meant to be,
Maybe you were never really mine.

Maybe life is cruel sometimes,
Maybe it's unfair.
Maybe I still call your name,
Maybe you're not there.

Maybe it was stupid to try,
Maybe cursed from the start.
Maybe you still think of me,
Maybe you're always in my heart.

Maybe I want you back.
What can I say? I miss you.

~ Bugsy

[Kris]

Thats good Soo, I like the way it expresses your feelings and how they cant be told. nice work

[Cferra]

Soo! That is a great poem! I can think of a lot of other people who'd love to hear that opoem. The other ones here are great too! But, I have to admit, Soo's poem is really good and touching! Nice work!


L_X

[firepokemon]

Heres one I did like six days ago, I'm not happy with it, but can't seem to change it.

It's kind of a song/poem type thing.

My mother shes drinking away her fears
My father hes drinking away his
It's a tendency to drink till excess
I'll swagger home so alone

Alone in a scary world of violence
where gangs are recruiting children
children killing children
their parents getting wasted

Where it's not safe to walk the streets
20 bars on just one street
Broken glass and blood on the ground
Fights they are erupting
Mothers suddenly rising
Children running
Children dying
father's staggering
Fights they are eurpting

My mother shes drinking away her fears
My father hes drinking away his
It's a tendency to drink till excess
I'll swagger so alone

Girl heldup at knife point
Her parents at a bar
Drinking to excess
Lady where is your child?

Shes alone in a world where she fears.
Your always at a bar leaving her alone

Son adoring father
Father at a bar
Son all alone
Son wants to be like father
son follows father

My mother shes drinking away her fears
My father hes drinking away his
It's a tendency to drink till excess
I'll swagger home so alone.

It's a cycle of destruction
One way or another
Mother was once a child
Child was left alone.

End the destruction now
Dependency on alcohol
Hell it's wrong
All you mothers
All you fathers
don't leave your kids alone.

My mother shes drinking away her fears
My father hes drinking away his
It's a tendency to drink till excess
I'll swagger home so alone

My mother shes drinking away her fears
My father hes drinking away his
It's a tendency to drink till excess
I'll swagger home so alone.

It starts with One.
Have another
Broken Dreams
Broken Homes
Violence erupting
Because you left your kids alone.

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Meh it sounds ok when I sing it in my mind, but otherwise when I can't get the tune I sort of want, it sounds like ****.\

[Porygonix50]

It was a dark and stormy day on Dreary Man's Way,
a distant's child's voice cries out in the fray.
Dear friend upstairs, write a word on my wall,
so I may know you are watching once and for all.

The thunder speaks with its rising tone,
just pieces of the distance of the realm of unknown,
I look at the grass, once covered in dew,
now soiled with His tears as the rain passes through.

On the sound of the call from the heavens, I wonder,
Is it God that I hear, that voice in the thunder?
Was He barking his orders to his creation, mankind,
The sound blends with voices of men left behind,
Does man bury himself, Dear God, is it true?
I recieve no reply as the thunder rolls through.

Father, we reside in our small realm of sin,
I'll see you, my friend, when the rain comes again.

[tygerofdanyte]

gah here only for a while then back to non-comp land.

anyway.

fp: strange and nice as usual. i seem to have you vying to grab my fanfickian spot as strange poet. En garde.

pory: heh nice ^_~. knew you could write stories, but prose. (Y)

now onto me own. old one. don't feel like writing up papered stories. too lazy

What a time!
World filled with grime.
What a time!
My world full of gloom.
The past gone and dead,
words still remain said.
All said and done.
The past gone and dead!

The future seen,
hearts crushed; destroyed zen.
Life of matter n'er now surged,
courage, remnant completely submerged.
The future seen,
men hope it never been.

Present terrified and atrocious.
Floods and streams,
Grime-stricken; thoroughly noxious.
Destruction of dreams,
tears rushing out of all seams.
Present terrified and atrocious!

What a time?
World filled with grime.
What a time?
My world full of gloom.
~~~

VERY OLDDD

[dratinihaunter13]

nice poems! i liked your use of past present and future with time tyga =). and porygonix, your rhythm and rhyme worked great together, made the scene all the more easy to envision. well done.

here's one i posted a couple board's ago i think. who's counting.
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“Knock at the Door”

Miracle. Chrysalis unfurled.
Welcome to your world.

The forest so enormous like a chorus sings around you.
Smallest dot in your surroundings. Amazing, this life found you.

Invisible limits with endless trees. Sky so close, ground far below.
The dawn of day speaks through the leaves, “Your life has A long way to go.”

And you begin, with knowledge thin, blindly leap from leaf to tree.
Above it all, the floor intrigues you. Invites you please, to come and see.

To find new glee, your feet take flight. Faith high, in the sky that saves you.
As you fell, the clouds expel. The clever spell enslaves you.

The drop ends and the top extends away from your familiar eyes.
Left to befriend the dirt and grass who laugh and humor you with lies.

Hidden despise that can not pass, rises up before long.
You speak out, relieved to shout. Those friends of yours are gone.

Racing up the bare tree stump, now heeding the eagle’s call.
Here she flies. The wing she brings, lifts you high above it all.

Sailing through life so anew.
Airborne feeling seems so true.
Caressing winds bless you and save.
Again, the leaves. A welcome wave.

Soars your spirit with your thought.
A lesson learned. You are taught.

Yet the raindrops hit you first.
You slip and fall, fearing the worst.

And eagles give their greatest try,
To pluck you from the crying sky.
A reach away, it’s all your choice.
Listen for the treetop’s voice.

Throughout the forest, up and down.
Frown to smile to smile to frown.
Searching past the muddy glare,
The canopy is always there.

But life’s a trend, things tend to end.
You give that wing a final ride.
The forest floor a final stroll.
Then stroll you to the other side.

A doorway graven ‘gainst a tree.
Many have seen the passage free.
Yet no one hears of what they see.
There you stand so anxiously.

You raise and knock the heavy ring.
Nothing now can change a thing.
Breathe silently, keep listening.
The response, is everything.

[anonym0usie]

The winter day that made my breath visible
The coin that I dropped on the frozen road
The coin that I left to be covered by snow
The orphan who had not a piece of bread in 3 days
The orphan who had neither warmth of coat nor love
The orphan who cried from hunger and cold
The tears of the orphan that I had not wanted to see
The orphan who asked me for a coin
The coin that could have changed the life of an orphan
The coin that was covered by the snow
The orphan's corpse covered by snow
The orphan to whom I didn't give enough love
The winter day less cold than my heart
The tears of the orphan, heard never again

[Dragonair Rider]

Oo. I think I migght like this place. Well, I'll give it a go.

Fingers
Swirling, swirling, swirling
Engulfing, engulfing, engulfing
Eating, eating, eating
Boiling, boiling, boiling
Little boy
Lying on the ground
Little boy
Scared, lying on the ground
Little boy
Dying, scared, lying on the ground
help me
I cannot hide in the darkness.
Their light renders it into pieces.
I cannot go back home.
They will reduce it to rubble.
I cannot hide anywhere.
There is no hiding from them.
They spit down on me.
Seething
Scathing
Burning
Bubbling
Strangling
I look and see the innocent blue
But it is naught but a disguise
A mask, hiding the dark scars of their faces
But only I know
The others, they don’t
They don’t understand
They never will
And they will fall too,
Just like me.
They roar
Echoing into my ears
Sending green tendrils
Curling through my veins
Ending at my heart
Clutching it
In their cold grip
The night flashes
So it begins
So it begins
They come out from their quiet abode within the innocent blue
And come roaring, raging across the vaults
Dancing in the sky
Coming to get me
Because only I know
No one else does
Only I do
So they come to get me.
They streak across the sky
Screeching
Searching for me.
Someone make them go away.
Someone make them go away.
Please someone make them go away.
They won’t stop until they get me.
And they get closer.
And closer.
closer.
Spitting down on me.
Drenching me in their seething scathing sweat.
Someone please.
Help me.
Save me.
I let out my final pathetic cry.
Before their fingers finally touch me.

WHOO! Quite a doozy, eh?

[Psychic_Suzanne]

This is a stupid sonnet. But, what the hell.

September Love
When out into September's fields I go,
And gaze into the purest crimson sky,
The sunset is divine, and yet is so
Similar to my gentle lover's eye-
Silent, but not hard, and qui'tly set
'pon golden fields, my lover's golden hair,
And never under heaven as of yet
Has been found a thing so sweet, so fair.
The whisper of soft winds, it is his breath
Rolling o'er my body, and my soul,
Enfused with love, though lightly tinged with death,
With his intwines, and together rolls
___Through Autumn's final warm and tender kiss.
___Was there e'er a binding strong as this?

Like I said. It's stupid. Whatever.

[dratinihaunter13]

alex: sad =( i like the story, impressive how real you made it in just a few lines of prose. *hoorays*

dragonair rider: wow, i like the structure in this, along with the imagery. really good job on it, the feelings with the colors and everything works great. my favorite word of it is tendrils =).

Suzanne: i remember that one! and i like it just fine =P.
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“Dead Mirage Men”

You know that seconds aren’t growing,
While you wait in the line, prime for fighting.
A hill’s shadow holds you from going.
At the order, though, brightens the lighting.

As you gain your footing and stand
To face pain from the sand,
The many faces of sand,
Which will strike mechanically.
There’s a gun in your hand.

There’s a friend in your hand who will always defend.
Defend who? Its master, to whom it must render disaster.
The first bullet defends you successfully, yet offends your brother as well.
More remorse will spring forth and expel from your eyes, for they are alive, and have sorrow to tell.
The tears every morrow decline to a slowing, a slowing, a ceasing, an end.

What once was human compassion,
Is now just your war of pretend.
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[Prof. Jb Wolf]

This Pain Becomes Me

Loneliness. Sorrow. Rage.
Three emotions that beat within this fragile heart of mine.
Always alone and forever wandering.
Never there when needed
Always there when unwanted.
Eternal Sorrow.
Pining for one out of reach.
Yet finding myself drawn to another.
I find that my only solace from the war of my heart
In a curse of my own choosing.
Blinding Crimson Fury
The fires burn deep within my soul
Asking, begging, commadning me to release it.
To destroy the one that has crushed my happiness.
And when the flames burn lown, and my mind is cleared.
I find myself once again lost in the world.
Left to dwell on the faults of my own.
And so do I wander, ever walking.
Searching for a cure to my curses.
Perhaps then I will my peace.
Perhaps then I can forgive the one who has caused me this pain.
Until then, I can only trudge my weary way.
Until then, this pain shall always be borne in my heart.
Until then, this pain shall become me.
And so...do I lash out at the world.

[Count von Dark]

I don't care
I won't fear
I will dare
I think I can bear
But I won't cry in despair

I don't care
I won't fear
Of death and pain
Of bloodshed and angst
Of rage and fury
Of vengeance and rebellious

I don't care
I won't fear
I will dare
I think I can bear
But I won't cry in despair

[tygerofdanyte]

dratinihaunter13:good message, the poem is good, but a little off in a few lines. but I'm not one to actually advocate line strength seeing my prose and poetry is quite often random ^^;; But as my 11th grade english teacher (whoo that's two years past, yet I remember what he said. why can't my memory work for my PRESENT day classes instead ~_~), structure structure AND STRUCTURE. err that's what he said.

Wolf-sama: long time no see or what not. I love the imagery in your poetry. Its the type of imagery that isn't direct imagery. IT stays muddled in the background and strikes out at you by staying hidden yet visible. err wait that didn't make sense ~_~ but go figure. its me whose talking ^^;;

HLSOE: first of all, PLEASEEEE don't use black color in any of tpm's forums just for the sake of it being incredibly hard to read. at least for me ^^;; Second of all, they were good poems. and don't worry about punctuation. Poetry is a form, that can do with AND without punctuation. But you did have a few errors in spelling and such. Which it can't do with. just saying ja ne. poems are a tad bit small, so just proof read.

burakkichu: aww, I actually felt your dream . And I hope you can solve your problems in life as well.

Count von Dark: hmm, I think I understand. But i'm not exactly sure. also if you meant to use "fear" and "bear" as part of your rhyming structure, its a bit off. seeing fear (pronounced-fee-er) would actually rhyme with seer or near rather than BEAR (pronounced-bay-air ) which would rhyme more with AIR and CARE and dare aned such. well more or less. but aside from that. it was nice.

now onto my own idiocy :-D
i doubt anyone is smart enough to get this :-P (j/k)
its something I wrote up a long while ago. i'm trying out my hand and free-style as in non-nomenclature rhyming structure and more free range. it doesn't flow as well as some of my other poetry (which incidentally never did flow ) but meh its a try. also its a bit long.

Sorrow
~~~

Stone and Dust
Let crumble and disappear
Gone my Trust
My heart was given
To you
My love
Yet you tore it apart
Stone to Dust

Ink and Blot
Let erase and expunge
You let me Rot
My Soul I gave
Into your
Two Hands.
Yet you spat on it
Ink To Blot

Drink and Sot
Let strip and tear
Yet you let me pour ‘nother lot.
My reason I gave dearly
Towards your
Very Trust.
Yet you let me drink and drink
Drink To Sot

Stone To Dust
Stone To Dust
Gone the structure
Of mind
Gone the finality
And strength
Of this heart Everlast
Stone And Dust
Stone And Dust

Ink To Blot
Ink To Blot
Rubbed away my
very thoughts
Rubbed away my
Simple emotion
And hope Everlast
Ink And Blot
Ink And Blot
Drink To Sot
Drink To Sot
Ebbed away the shores
Of my heart
Ebbed away the fort
Of mind
Ebbed away little and
Last
Ebbed away Everlast
Drink And Sot
Drink And Sot

Gone my love
Am I to you
Gone my love
Are you to me.
I fool myself
Allowing this.
Gone my love
Gone my love.
Left to rot
Left to blot
Left A sot
Left in Dust
Gone my love the
Stone of heart
Gone my love the
Ink of thought
Gone my love the
Drink of sense
Gone my love the
Sense of thought
Gone my lo…ve

Gone Am I
Gone Am I
Trust and Such
Such and Trust
Gone Am I
Gone Am I
Adieu to life
Bring the rope
Bring the knife
Adieu to life
Adieu to life

Gone Am I
Gone Am I
Bring the noose
Bring the Dagger
Adieu to life
Adieu to life
Gone Am I
Heart and All
All and Heart
Gone Am I
Gone Am I

Darkness tremble
Light become
I come to thee
Heart Atremble
I come to Thee
My love at last
I come to thee
At last my love.
Fifteen to twenty
The years we have
Not seen each other.
Fifteen to twenty
It might have been.
You still remain the
Beauty as ever
Still the beauty
Splendor.
I now am the man
So old. I now am the man
So old. My heart at mayhap
Be young, at least I hope.
Yet my body frail
And my mind even more
I come to Thee in the end
Yet my love, Gone I am
In this place of light
Gone I am.

Tell me what ya think ^__________________________^

[dratinihaunter13]

prof.jbwolf: great poem, i love the words you used to write it and the process of pain becoming someone, why that someone keeps acting the way they do. really cool, i like it =)

burakkichu: the 3 words per line structure was interesting to read, and i love the scene that the poem depicts. powerful dream too, and i'm glad life opened for the speaker. maybe it's just being optimistic, but i do believe good things happen out of all kinds of bad situations.

tyger: well i usually read into these things too much, but here's how i read it. The speaker's heart is broken by another, like a stone crumbling to dust, and the poem goes on to show how love is gone (with great imagery, may i add). the way the speaker's love broke the heart though, was by dying i think. we get going towards the end where the speaker has aged, time has passed, and he goes to his love, an old man. yet his heart still young because he still loves her. the way he goes to his love is suicide with that noose and dagger talk. "Gone I am" would mean more something like 'gone from this world' than 'gone from his love', i think. and he's in a place of light, and here comes probably the biggest stretch i'm pulling here, he's in this place of light that is heaven or something like it (could be the light a fire makes, but i don't think so). He killed himself though, but the reason he still goes to a place of light is because he did it out of grief and love. completely wrong? well i'm willing to take that chance! ^_^ that's the way i read it anyway, wouldn't surprise if it didn't agree with the poet's intent ^^;;. i liked it any way ya look at it!

the corner's starting to slip off the pages here, so here's a little resuscitation poem.

--
'Awake in Wait'

Listen. Is there any silence?
Are we all still sweethearts with violence?
If so, please do not awake me.
I fear the world may mistake me.

Mistake me as someone who lifted a lash,
To see all the martyrs of chaos and cash.
They may think that they are, yet know that they're not.
Have more been shot?

A stupid question, my apologies.
I forget the frequency of your miseries.
How shameful to say 'my country tis of thee.'
Sour land of trickery, one none can bear to see.

Why waste my time with this doom awaiting,
This world, to the very end, will remain debating...
Over what color eyes are worthy of praise.
Over when we should calm and when we should craze.

Why waste my eyes, leave them shut tight.
I'm scared of what's left, of what we think is right.
Yet I remain in this punishment permanent.
Immediately! To the heights of the firmament!

Though without helping, I cannot flee.
Woe, they are human. Exactly,
Like...
Me.

[tygerofdanyte]

dh: woah. well you got most of what i meant. now onto yer poem.
very intrinsic and uhh reminded me of the song by Nas, don't know if you know of it or not. "One mic" i read it in that sense as well ^^;;. love the absence of imagery. its just words that kinda strike out and hurt, well in a good way.

now onto me
~~~

Yes
It's me
little old me
boy who once was free
yes
its me
little old me


Don't know
what to say
in this world of fray
i'm yet a boy, stuck amidst
everythign that goes awry
Don't know
what to say
when i look through
when i look through
this.. this...this
world of feys

yes
its me
a little boy
who could have been a man
who would have lead a clan
who could have been a man
leader of men and all
shoulders abreast and tall
yes its me
a little boy

my mouth stutters
my lips freeze
for words come to cease
world of jargon and song
mixing matching right and wrong
size i am of a man
stature of a behemoth
one of size one of strength
makes a two, but naturally
everything comes in threes
but i'm yet only
one of size
one of strength
yet none of
intellect
my mouth
stut..stutt.stutters
my lips
freeze


yes its me
just a little
boy?

[dratinihaunter13]

yea i remember that song. with the sirens in the background i think, cool that you thought of it that way. I rap a lot so huzzah ^_^. i liked that words you used in that poem, and how you showed how "little" the narrator is and how he could have been big. Nice poem =).

here's one -
--

"A Raindrop's Cry Too Late"

Plummet from the summit of the sun.
Streaking lists of meaningless reasons.

Trailing failure tails through the air.
Tears in a field of gray failing to care.

Searing towards and reaching for the ground.
Clearer sight, frightened of what they've found.

Indeed, the eyes are widest when they splash.
Bleed beneath the new costume of ash.

Where did the last raindrop hit?
Where did the glass teardrops quit?

On what surface did the drop bid goodbye?
With what purpose did it stop fit to dry?

At what moment could sunlight peek to pry?
In what moment would some light leak from high?

Where was the gleam
Of the nearest sunbeam
That could lead
To the cease
Of the last
Raindrop's
Cry?
--
not very many poems that are happy, more downbeat melancholy tones really. it's always like that. Maybe cuz poetry can be a very popular method of venting pent up feelings and thoughts, but when one thinks happy thoughts or feels happy they don't need to hold it in. just a thought!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

aw... all these poems are so beautiful... ;_; and touching... I love poetry!!!

Here's a stupid little poem I wrote once for school:

I see them coil around the trees
Right outside my school
And soar about in the clouds
The soft white land they rule
I hear them whisper words of wisdom
softly in my ear
Wings, clawed hands, and large cat eyes
I find all their features dear
Their breath a deadly flame
and their roar fearfully great
many people find me crazy to call them my playmates
"Dragons aren't real" they say
but I must disagree
For I have found dragons do exist
Thiving inside of me.

[tygerofdanyte]

dh: nicely done. kinda touching

SM: hey, its been a long time since I saw your face around here, wb. that is if it is the old SM ^^;; and not someone else. I liked your poem. it was shooo cute ^_^

meh i'm in a cyber cafe so i don't have anything with me or not time to actually write something up. so lemme just put something up in about a few short minutes.

the title is

CRAPPY
~~~

Hey.
Guess who I am?
a little thing left by a boy
named Sam


Hey
guess where I stay?
in a little corner stuck under
a shoe of a girl named kay.

Hey guess what I see
a little, well a big place
called the ground, see

HEY
its just me
crappy crappy
me

~~

err that was odd and stupid hehe ^_^_ *runs*

oh yeah it was CRAPPY

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Yep, it's me! Back from the dead and back into being obsessed with Pokemon!

Aw, your poem's not bad! It's cute! ^^ It also made me laugh!

[GSAce789]

Hey, I was reading all these poems and I was...inspired, how you say, so I wrote something for this. The first poem is just plain weird, but the second is kind of inspiring, I guess you could call it. They're both short, but..hey, I'm new to the poetry thing.

Ooga Looga Shmooga, Zippety Dippety Da,
Shmickey Mickey Zickey, Doopty Loopty La.
Quizzy Dizzy Uumpa, Bibbity Bobbity Boo,
Ickty Bickty Uweega, Kookry Dookry Doo.

...Disturbing, huh? Just a peek into the inner sanctums of my psyche in it's most twisted state. Here's the second one, entitled, "Creation".

From the microscopic atom
To the largest lofty tree.
The most miniature insect
To the complicated me.

Order in the cosmos,
Even in the tiny ant,
So how could all this order
Be just an accident?

Whaddya Think? Coming soon, "Ode To A Saiyan".

[Andrew]

Just, reminding people, there's always the option to post your Poetry here ^^ I would write a poem, but I just suck, so um, I know a Haiku has like 17 Syllables and erm, I hate analyzing them cause school sucked thee fun out of them. I guess this is a glorified bump though...

Oh well um, here's a Limerick

There once was a man from France
Who went and put wine in his pants
The Wine went and ran
Down the back of his pants
And the police dragged 'im without a chance

[PancaKe]

XD XD Oz! Great limerick its kinda lame but cool at the same time!

Anyway I've been writing a lot latley. A few songs have really inspired me. Like Papa Roach Time and Time Again. I heard that song once and I'm like woah man this stuff ROCKS! So basically it sort of inspired the style of this next song.

^_^

~Mist

And It Will Heal Through Time ~ Written By Mist

"Dont worry it's happened before
I'm sure he's in a better place
Time will make things better
Over time it will feel better
It will heal over time."

They watch all standing around
As tears roll down his face
They notice as he sinks down to the ground
Now hes out of place
There is no answer to a question of why
The situation a disgrace
There is no healer not even time
Life moves at a faster pace
And

Time is the worst of all healers
Its getting worse than before
Time is the worst of all healers
Thinking about it just hurts it even more

What is gone
Its just not fair
Its gone for good
Gone for good
And time wont change a thing
Because time cant help a thing

Time is the worst of all healers
Its getting worse than before
Time is the worst of all healers
Thinking about it just hurts it even more

Its hard to wake up now
The world has stopped
Each day goes by somehow
While his body has flopped
His mind has paused trapped in a frame
His spirit is dropped
The house needs cleaning, the window a new pane
The floor to be mopped

Time is the worst of all healers
Its getting worse than before
Time is the worst of all healers
Thinking about it just hurts more

Its been so long since the
Will he ever drop the topic
Its time to move on my freind
Will he ever get over it
Turn away look forward to what is ahead
The first step is the worst of it
You cant bring back someone who's dead
Wake up and face it

Time is the worst of all healers
Its getting worse than before
Time is the worst of all healers
Thinking about it just hurts more

Time is the worst of all healers
Its getting worse than before
Time is the worst of all healers
Thinking about it just hurts more

And its just not fair
You cant bring back

[PancaKe]

^_^ glad 2 c dis is coming back. Yeah I always write songs and I HOPE they contribute towards poetry. Here's this song i wrote all about how my best friend was sort of hanging out with other peeps and not with me much.

~Mist

Unwelcomed

Inseprable those two were
Together every day and more
Brother and sister like superglue
I remember when it was me and you...

Best friends
You were my best friend
You showed me more than I ever could have seen
No end
Our friendship had no end
Do you have any idea to me what you mean?

But as the days go by..
Less and less i see of you
And im beginning to feel

Unwelcomed
Am I still like super glue
Am I still stuck to you
This has been emptied
I still think of you the same way
But now I'm being pushed away by you
And now I feel unwelcomed

Forever
Thats how long I thought It'd last
Those thoughts now hang in the past
Together
Why aren't we like that no more
Have we walked out seperate doors

And as the days do pass
Will our friendship last
Because now I start to feel

Unwelcomed
Am I still like super glue
Am I still stuck to you
This has been emptied
I still think of you the same way
But now I'm being pushed away by you
And now I feel unwelcomed

And how does it come down to this?
We had a close relationship
All the times and all those years
All the laughter all the tears

I'll write our names in a circle
Hope that we can be like that
Because a circle goes on forever

But I still feel

Unwelcomed
Am I still like super glue
Am I still stuck to you
This has been emptied
I still think of you the same way
But now I'm being pushed away by you
And now I feel
Unwelcomed
Am I still like super glue
Am I still stuck to you
This has been emptied
I still think of you the same way
But now I'm being pushed away
And now I get the hint at last
Is our friendship in the past?
And am I
Unwelcomed.

[burakkichu]

yeah, i hope it comes back....meh, i'll be posting stuff here anyhow. ^^ sad poem....unwelcomed. =/ good too.

when did i write this? oh yeah...wednesday.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

can't work today.
so unhappy.
nothing's wrong.
yet everything's wrong.

i can't "work it out".
there's nothing to deal with.
i can't cope with it.
though i should be able to.

don't ask me what's wrong.
my life is normal.
everything's okay.
just don't go away.

let's talk about other things.
make-believe and fancies and far-off adventures.
our imaginations can be limitless.
in a way, it makes me glad.

[Shadow Trainer Ash]

This was just some poem I wrote when I was bored for a song... nothing special, really.


Standing here I see
the mirror holding my memories

The stars have begun to bleed
I don't know where to go
I'm all alone

I scream my hatred of the world away
and dream of your face

You had always been there
to pick me up
and take me home

And now that you're gone
this lonely mirror is your only memory

Everything seems so far away
lost in time

Everything is a mirror
a reflection of our pasts

The road of heaven has betrayed me
and the shadows have welcomed me
but i had known the way

But now that you're gone
that path has disappeared
from our world

And no longer can you come
and take me home.

[Last Exile]

Now that I'm alerted to this place, I shall submit my first piece to the Poetry Centre.

She always wants you
But she never gives you what you want
She calls for you
But she never comes to you
She speaks to you
But she never listens to you
She never leaves your side
But she's never there

She leaves you full yet empty
Happy yet sad
Fulfilled yet incomplete
Aware yet clueless
Everywhere yet nowhere
Everything yet nothing
Thriving yet insane
Alive yet dead

Her eyes are poison
Her hair is fire
Her skin is ice
Her blood is lava
Her flesh is stone

Her name...is Love

[Last Exile]

Okay, that one was a little heavy. Here's something light. This is a screwed up version of The Zephyr Song by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I love this song, but I just thought I'd think of what it would have looked like if they write it 10 years ago, like something that would have been on BloodSugarSexMagik.

Nibbling on her hair now
Flashing eyelids at your head now
Her top is wet but don't you fret
You can see right through now
She's so hot and she's game for you
She don't smile but will today

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more than ever
And under clouds and splendour
We'll be naked together
In the waters where I centre my emotion
Our skin against the sky
Fly away on my zephyr
Making love forever


I know it's kinda dirty, but the entire BloodSugarSexMagik album was! It was damn funky, funny and so cool. So I hope you guys like this. Kind of the anti to the poem above.

[Last Exile]

Just a thought:

I think this place would be cooler if we called it Dead Poets Soceity. That movie was cool.

[Andrew]

No.

That movie just totally sucked... *Shudders*

I had to study it in year 10 and it has to be one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life. It goes to join Maid In Manhattan, Sweet Home Alabama, and a TON of other movies I have seen. It wasn't inspirational, the boys were IDIOTS! Robin Williams wasn't funny and Carpe Diem still has me shuddering to this day.

Besides I think one part of the Simpsons summed it up

Setting - Teacher of the year awards where they review tapes

Teacher: Well just like in Dead Poets Society I try to teach my students through humor! *Cut to classroom where he's being a total idiot*

Judge: Burn that one too.

Judge 2: A whole generation of teachers ruined by Robin Williams....


*Psycho mode off*