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Official Poetry thread.
Working on any poems you'd like to share? If the mods let this thread be a valid one, I must state some rules.
1 please be nice, no neg repping for " shitty poems", ect.. 2 If some one posts there work, do NOT take it and use it as your own. 3 If you critique please be constructive, not destructive because that's not necessary. 4 Lastly, have fun writing!
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Some call me... Tim
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I have no time for mincing words tonight.
There's far too much to drink left in my glass And if I want to get to sleep in spite Of all the thoughts that constantly harass The peace I need to set my mind at rest And slip into my world of hazy dreams, I'll let this dram of whisky warm my chest And calm sobriety's sadistic screams. So when my thirst has cleared the glass of all The liquid sleep it held captive before I'll spread myself between the sheets and fall Into that silent world I so adore. And if the Reaper comes before the Sun I'll laugh and tell sobriety: "I've won." |
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Dude, I love that poem! I might as well get one of mine up.
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For I am Not God by GuitaristOfHell
For I am not God, So why do you ask me such questions? Questions only he shall know? I do not know where your soul will go, There is no malevolent presence here I swear, For evil I cannot bear, For I am not God, I cannot send Satan away, For I am not God, I cannot bless you, Nor can I promise you neither Heaven nor Hell, For I am not God, All I can say is… oh well, For I am not, I am not the Lord, I don’t have his holy sword, I cannot fend off these malevolent spirits, I vehemently believe it is your time to die, It was nice to know you… and good bye! |
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A Chap Called Ross
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Some stuff I wrote:
The Frail Human kind - a work of art A work designed to work, Designed to strive forwards, At speeds that start to hurt. And yet, with such complexity Such unknown parasitism We are hollow beings. We are all born hating ourselves. Untitled II - anger sketchings The sky outside my window Echoes deepest feelings, And, like old skin lost in time, I feel my soul unpeeling. If God draw breath, If angels sing, Then let them stand to witness This lifestyle that's expected has become a deadly sickness. Art Is Killed By Math The winds and the sun all configure, A plan beyond human mind, And yet as the plot grows still thicker, More treasures we expect to find. Some things were made with no reason, Or meaning that eyes do not tell, A man tells a boy who is dreaming, His future is destined to fail. Ant I build, forever inspired, No kingdom shall match my own, Integrity or size. I rule, forever enslaved, Futile construction of insignificance, Destined to fall. And yet I long for more. I look upon the man, His nature conflicted. Create or conquer? He asks himself daily in his rape of nature An ever consuming quest for his own indulgence. If God be real, If God be just, Why he store so much power in reckless frame? The ant would create a clearer world. Yet we sit, idle and awaiting in our hole. Our day will come. I wait, forever impatient, For the fall of the living Gods, Time escapes me. I die, heart that slows, Hope in my children, Save our planet that dies with me. Stars As an ant has no idea of its significance I have no idea of fate No clue to the invisible path Spared the expense of the yellow brick And the motley companions It is not vengeful entity I seek Nor boundless treasures Though in circumstance, they may entwine I seek comfort I seek sense of being I watch stars die Because I haven’t out-lived them But I have seen their end And they tell me all beauty will finish If given good time My Photography Myspace - http://www.myspace.com/rosswildishphotography Dissonant Media - The news source for new alternate/progressive music! Check us out: http://de-de.facebook.com/pages/Sawbridgeworth-United-Kingdom/Dissonant-Media/126448677394107 http://www.youtube.com/user/DissonantMedia#p/a http://dissonantmedia.tumblr.com/ |
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Blackbird Love
When a mere smirk hides the secrets of a unity of souls When in eye contact our eyes tell the story of a passion so strong, shade is needed to shield it's flames When our words to one another go unspoken, but our hearts speak to one another loud and clear This is truly a blackbird kinda love Our energy is powerful, so much so that it lights a room, yet some are unaware of it and remain in the darkness Our handshake is a caress Our friendship is a foreplay There's history and so much more behind a simple "What's up" For this is truly and blackbird kinda love We are the love which dare not speak it's name A thing of honest beauty cast as an omen of evil We'll win because we have each other With strength of "us" we fight, yet we fight because of the strength of "us" Quintessential beauty hidden by the ugliness put upon it The true definition of Blackbird Love Epiphany (Harlem Child) I stand at the steps, the steps that were built, forged from the blood, sweat, and tears of the ones who did me..before me. I am a child of the words, acts, and wisdom of those who fought a double and triple slight, the minority in a minority, their legends etched in my mind becoming the colors in which I paint my world. I am a child of Bayard and Angela, Zora and Richard, Langston and Wallace. I am a child of the staples of the underground's underground..the movement in the movement ...their words are the fuel for the fire...the keys to liberation...the "right" to speak of pride. I am a child of revolution...I am a child of creativity...I am a child of verbal alchemy. I hold the seeds of change, I am a seed of change I am the child of a knowledge that's just beneath the surface. I am the child of revolution..I am the child of revelation.. I am a Child Of Harlem |
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The Armada
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Expansion.
Sprouting, Crooked and bent Stand dead family trees in the deltas of sweat. In silhouettes and shadows With their borrowed hearts, The Children frolic; because in the hollow bark Great-Great Grandpa is at the controls, Slashing their backs And their minds with vines. Innocence masked by the scars on their roots. He lifts these roots up, Out of the ground to trip them When they fall down. They realize The world isn't as complicated as it sounds, That it's just as black and white As the Panthers and Ghosts, Dangling like piñatas From the Gallows' Posts, In their back yard. They crack and drill them hard With their History books; they pick and choose From uncovered mysteries shook loose. Have you tasted the candy? That dirt-laden candy That has been laid at your feet; In several generations will you be ready For the story to be retold? Are you ready for the controls? Surely by now you know, Ideas are just wayward farmers; Know that man, just like land, Is fertile. |
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Some call me... Tim
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Noble Intentions
I am a wonderful man. A gallant man! A man amongst men. Nay, amongst heroes! Long have I roamed. Far and wide have I travelled. Of course my name has reached the eyes of the king. Of course the king will call upon that name To defend his lands from the unspeakable evil that besets it. Best to make ready before that inevitable summons! Make ready my mail! My mail that glints, my mail that shines! Steel ringlets holding hands to protect My adamantine flesh from the Whetted blades that are Its lone Achilles heel! Make ready my breastplate! Firm though my heart may stand When stared down by the thirsty eyes of danger, It stands firmer still whilst bolstered by ramparts of iron (A mere precaution, rest assured!) Make ready my shield! Weighty circle of protection, Lend heft to my brawny forearm! Let wood and steel deflect The blows my dauntless gaze cannot! Make ready my lance! Its unshakable shaft holds fast To its unwavering straightness Where my vorpal sword might bend, Having tilted at windmills far greater Than I set out to strike down today. Make ready my horse! My noble stallion! More swift than the gustiest of gusts, Stronger by far than the oxiest of oxen, More courageous than the couragiest of things In possession of great courage! Let us sit, you and I, Man amongst men together With steed amongst steeds, And await the pleas of my Lord. You, saddle-clad, hair-bedecked, hoof-shod, I in my glorious armor of gloriful gloriness, And await his sovereign cries. When word flies from his estate to ours To cut us loose with keen approbation, Let us make haste to vanquish countless foes And embolden, italicize, and underline thrice Our gallant names in the annals of history So that our great king, (a king whose eyes Are surely none so sharp as once they were), Might never again be similarly delayed in calling for our aid! |
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Djent is okay.
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Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense. Refrigerator. Did You Mean Australia?: My deathcore band. New EP out very soon! Nouns: My progressive metalcore band Not Of Man: My Down-tempo sludge project |
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Some call me... Tim
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Here's one I wrote a few months ago
Malevolent Gallows, My escape. The Gallows an evil place, Place of disgrace, Dear Diary It’s, June 24th, 1823, They don’t see, That I am not guilty, As they lead me to, The malevolent gallows, I, I don’t want to die, For my lonely days in this cell, It sure feels like hell, For I am waiting to go, To the malevolent gallows, I Vehemently disagree, I am not guilty, of this crime, Yet they force me to do the time, Dear Diary it’s, June 25th, 1823, They don’t see, I am not guilty, As they lead me to, The malevolent gallows, I don’t want to die, In someone else’s lie, Dear Diary It’s, June 28th, 1823, They don’t see, I am not guilty, As they lead me to, The malevolent gallows, Evil wants to take away, My tomorrow, Tonight I flee, Pray to be free, Tonight I flee, My escape is a risk, It’s flee or be put to death, It’s cold out God forbid they see my breath, Dear Diary the Gallows cannot get me, Those bastards couldn’t see, That I wasn’t guilty, As the sun arises, I appreciate its beauty, For I will live, Malevolent gallows couldn’t get me, Dear Diary I am alive and well, And those bastards that wanted to hang me will go to hell EDIT. The Cry Of Mankind ( more of a song idea really) My Dying Bride has a song with the same name apparently, but different lyrics. Blood rains from the sky, For the cry, of mankind, Crying, Dying, It’s a war zone, Every man and women is on their own, Dismembered heads, arms, and legs, As Mankind begs, For Mercy!, Mercy!, Mercy!, No one not even a child, Will receive hope, If they think they will tell them nope, Hope fell from the sky, With shattered wings so prepare to die, A haunting will now take place over the human race, Darkening atmospheres, people drowning in a sea of their tears, In their fears, Ominous wind, lightening, Is all they see and hear, The end is near!... As the seas rise, Humans! Meet their demise, A new form of life will now arise! Angels rain down to earth, To kill us and experience their re-birth, A Haunting now Takes place wither You like it or not, The devil has bought, YOUR SOUL! A haunting will now take place over the human race, Darkening atmospheres, People drowning in a sea of their tears, In their fears, Ominous wind, lightening, Is all they see and hear, the end is near! As the seas rise, Humans! Meet their demise, A new form of life will now arise! WILL ARISE AS WE ALL DIE! Last edited by GuitaristOfHell; 12-03-2010 at 04:57 PM. Reason: adding more poems. |
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I asked you already but you're already gone to see it with your boyfriend
. Oh well..there's always Twilight
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There was a woman, who so unfickle
Would do naughty things to veggies, for a nickle. A cucumber went in, and didn't come out And now the cucumber's a pickle! |
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The Sinner
She did not know my other side, Tis the one that I must hide, She gave me a lift home in her car, If she didn't my walk would of been far, She says You're a great young lad, and your presence is a gift to be had!, But she did not know I was a sinner, Breaking the law of God and his son, though I suppose I'm not the only one, If she knew I was a sinner she'd say, Be gone Sinner of God my Lord!, For I can not see you anymore, How dare you not listen to him, And so I put on a grin, I knew she was going to leave me alone, so what if I have to walk 3 miles home. |
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there is a writing/poetry thread in the art section, but it went down the shitter after the first post....so i'm glad this was brought up as a legitimate thread
id be surprised if anyone can figure out what i'm talking about in this one. its loaded with similes and metaphors. so the end result can get a bit confusing...equally dark if you leave it, it will think... a few months ago i was brought to this strange little dark town. my house is located in this dark little alley that hardly anyone went to. to the north of me lay 2 snow covered mountains the snow melted and formed a tiny stream which flow straight to my town. shortly after i moved to the town, the construction man made a well. t'was oddly situated south of me. shortly after its construction, i started thinking if i was going crazy. in my sleep, i hear a strange womans voice. strange she was, as she sang strange Scandinavian sorrowful songs. most likely in Scandinavian. could have been in Norwegian, German, or Swedish. either way, i dont understand it. when i wake up, strange lady stops singing, and her voice is replaced by a strange old mans voice. during the night, while i'm awake, i run around the town. that old mans voice is what i'm usually after. he keeps calling me, sometimes he asks for my help, while other times he swears at me. i still try locating him out of curiosity... i was never able to make any friends, as i was awake while the world slept. so, alone at night, i walk-searching. oh, wait, thats a lie. i made a friend named Edward. Edward is a cat- and like the city at night, is also painted black. Edward has a strange habit of running around the well. and that strange old mans voice also comes from the general area of the well. Now that i think about it, perhaps Edward isn't my friend after all... I only see him at night - and only occasionally. and always saw him around the well. he never said hi to me. but right before saying good bye, he spat at me, and grinned- before leaving. that well was a strange mystery to me. every time i threw a stone down the well, my action was always responded by cries. and every time i looked down it, someone tried throwing knives and needles at me. winter was approaching. the mountains in the north were covered, and the sky started turning red. i started worrying about the man down the well, so i started spedning more and more time with him. i heard him coughing and sneezing, so i threw some medicine down the well. the old man never thanked me for it. i threw a light down the well, only to see the old mans legs were stuck in water that was frozen. he seemed frightened by the light, so he broke it, and threw a knife up the well, at me. i put a blanket over the well, just to keep the snow away from the old man. that night, it snowed so much, that the blanket fell into the well. i ran over to see if the old man was doing well. some how the old man had constructed a long tool, with which he succeeded in catching me. my neck strated poisoning the well. the man pulled me towards him, and continued stabbing me for some reason. i meant him no harm, and yet i wasn't enraged by his actions either. but i wonder, why doesn't he love me the next day, that little town didn't seem so little anymore. the town saw me in daylight for the first time. apparently my birthday came early... Working Titles: if i were a leaf / my lost brenard / abandoned puzzles its been quiet a many weeks since i spoke to that wretched man in white... i still refuse to believe his words about you how can they be true? can you feel my hands trying to keep yours warm? i've given all i can yet your hands remain cold like the rest of you... blue never was a color i liked on you yet helpless here i kneel where i've been praying for so long for your lips to return to their former self! now i dont want to learn how it feels to be alone for you've always been there for me you've always been there waiting...on the other side i used to adore the 5p.m. commutes home the three hour train ride, an hours worth of driving so long as i was coming home to you but now i come home and i miss your face so that smile, that long hug those kisses that made me tremble your eyes staring down at mine i miss your celebrations the many puzzels you created around you (like me) seem to last and last yet the only one i've ever made crumbled when you left my purse gets hevier by the day for its filled with your belongings that i cherish so much i miss having you around me i never leave our home with out your jacket and your cologne it keeps them predators at bay or i tell 'em you're on your way my love, my lost Brenard, i hope you can find it in you to forgive me for i wasted time when i didn't have you in my thoughts. is there someone here beside me? i hear your voice call to me i've felt you in the winter breeze i've felt you all around i feel your pressense all around me these shadows on the wall, i feel you in the wind your accompanying voice in my sleep you guide me constantly bet when you touch me through the wind it reminds me of you treating me like a leaf with your tree trunk like arms hoisting me sky high only to reach the top cabinette, which you could have done yourself you rose me to higher heights than i deserved ..... it tore me to see the strongest man i ever knew lying there stoic in the dimly lit room to quote that wretched man who was dressed in white "like that stubborn leaf during a winter storm, holding onto its brand, you keep testing his stenght, as he hangs on for you" as i curled up beside you one last time. i miss your warmth breathing down my spine those soft kisses to my stomach your thunderous strong voice thank you for trying to keep me warm you were as kind as the world allowed my lost Brenard, i beg for forgiveness- for i was being selfish just to keep you hanging on for me i prolonged sending my farewell. the hardest words i ever spoke still haunt me to this day before i said i loved you i whispered by your ear "sweet leaf, my Brenard, you can let go now, my love- you can let go. fly- my leaf you are free to land wherever you wish but you'll always be deeply rooted into my life..." looking for a dean soltero...PM me my name is Hadi Khan, and I'm not a terrorist. |
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i wrote this one in a few seconds in high school:
here i sit all broken hearted, came to shit, but only farted. a sweaty fore head, my cheeks a flexin. just gave birth, to another texan. |
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The Fall of Light
As the light falls on this day, Many were killed in this fight, With the future not looking bright, No sign of war ending in sight, Screams are heard worldwide, At the Rising Tide, The Tsunami of Darkness, Swallows The Light, Ich Hasse, Ich Hasse mich, The souls of light, Start their eternal fight, In mid flight they fall, Darkness rules all. |
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He seldomly knows...
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On the long ride home
the car is full of thick, late night silence, barely smothering an angry eruption long held back. Inside the roadside diner the waitress starts to put down the food. "Whoops! I mixed that up! There we go, everything's fixed!" She walks away satisfied but we know that it isn't. If you don't care enough to research your own question, why should anyone else care more? "Pay no attention to his long winded posts... (Explorer) seldomly knows what he's talking about." Adam Of Angels "Actual knowledge and a google bookmark are very different things." Anonymous neg-repper |
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Lemme smang it girl!
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Winter's Last Breath written by me
Slowly the mass walks to the hill, jaded by misery that is winter. Quietly they stand, awaiting the arrival of the sun, a symbol of a new day and seasons passing. One by one they kneel before the altar and pray to the gods to take them away from this fate. The sky darkens and the rain slowly begins to fall to cleanse the mass of all it's grief. For now it is time for them to walk down the pathway of eternity. In this ceremony nothing is sacred except the rapture of mortal men's souls evolving to join the spirits of all immortal destiny. The wind begins to howl and the shadows fall, welcoming these reborn souls to the place where all dreams are manufactured. For now the ceremony is over and winter has taken it's last breath. Written on May 2, 2001 at 6:12 pm |
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