Post your Poems!

[Avengardh]

I wasn't a fan of poetry much, until I realized I could write it.
And so now I have a fair amount of them...and wanted to share some of them with you guys:

Restless


And I sit here reminded of myself through the look of the humidity.
Unlike the storm that was to pass and never came,
Even when I try, I still feel the same.
Weirded out comfort from the bottom of my own sanity,
Speculating what will happen, and yet, knowing nothing.

Ticking, endlessly, ticking annoyingly,
When the time of sand,
When the time of mortals,
Leaves me breathless as I inhale its own worth,
Tick, tick, tick for all.

Not knowing where I posed that one fluttering thought,
Lost again I found it yesterday,
No need to quote what it said, analyze its own thread,
It was muggy, it was lonely, but it was free.
Catching the moment in a state of restlessness,
And even though to think it so would be vain,
And as much as I know what it could contain,
I wish it lasted forever.
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And, yeah, it's filled with emotion, I thought the forums needed a bit of that, it's not like just because we are INTPs we don't feel.

Sides, no one knows me in real life in here, mwaha, lol.

I actually wanted to turn this one into a song, and I did, but only singing, as in, no music. And no, I am not posting the .wav clip of that one in here, lol

~*Aven*~

[Google Monster]

I'll write one now, can't be too hard can it? hehe.

Thinking back from all of my years
Memories are faded but my thoughts are all clear
I remember wondering about my last breath
So I spent many of my years questioning death
I've had my answers but the answers were rife
So I've decided to start questioning life
Didn't take long to come up with a meaningless meaning
To live with a purpose to me seemed demeaning
So now I think about existance of that continues through me
For I am not me, I am infinite and a part of all that we see

[Melody]

I write a bunch of stuff. My best poem is "sentid de vg," a five- or six-part poem thingie. I've only finished part one and two.

sentid de vg

sees the shapes of hate and fright in they eyes rotating transforming into shapes representative of material objects whose qualitative composition in industrial terms has increased at a rate that despite religious criticism increases itself exponentially decreasing their psychological permeability defeating the luminescence of a collective of light casting a superstitious shadow upon them that gives them a relation to the maternity of vile incrementation that which is green in america and varies throughout the nations and a relation to the defortifying quickness with which a bullet spades through an atmosphere of fear and shuts it down by coming from the rear relative to the body and destroying the source the mind with only one sound

feels a spike resulting from a fight like a dog that knows only how to bite the correct spot to induce maximum pain and leave no chance for the blood to clot that cannot be trained instead chaces and immobilizes a small conceptually objective object with its well bred fangs and the next year erases from memory yesteryears erands granting its soul elimination of cumulative guilt that would have a human running amok on saturn mantling a sore manifestation of the devil himself wishing for death or better health but still not comprehending god helps those who help themselves and let themselves be dragged to a hell legitimate or not with no battle fought in emptiness and sorrow vexing stored locked and left to rot unvarying and unmixing as a saddle never used whose energy p equals horses malefic beasts unicorns and whatnot

[giftedmadness@hotmail.com]

FOREVER GRATEFUL

Never a sound to hear you coming, except for the tenderness revealed by my sigh.
Sighing because you relieve the feeling, of tension building forth; nowhere to hide.
Mutual feelings of admiration, sprung from trusted notions of speaking your mind.
Befriending the one who seeks your affection,
affecting the one who brightens your sky.
Silence is almost all we have to share.
It's special though, through the silence our ideas pass through the air.
Strange things happen when you speak without breath,
when longings are met with simplistic, heart-felt words.
There is a sound that signals your departure,
the sound of my heart, now reminded of what there is to live for.
Beating like before, but now filled, with blood that is full and forever grateful.

[Birnam]

Pretty brave asking for poetry... ;P

This is pretty much the best thing I ever wrote :ph34r:


Folly of Macbeth

"For sooth and such you need not fear
'til the time Birnam Wood draws near"

"The woods cannot unfix its roots.
I'll spend my time in base pursuits.
I'll kill my king with greatest glee.
Trouble will never come to me."

Beware to those of such a mind.
For they will very often find
impossible will turn out true
against all they ever knew.

For Birnam rose, wending its way
to find Macbeth upon that day.

[Hyperion]

flowerverine

lovely flower with steel petals
to fight the corrosive acid rain
sepals covered with shining metals
to teach many an insect strain
leaves inured beyond compare
plus adamantium thorns of pain
to punish any human who will dare
pluck its blossom as his gain

[Vagabond]

Wow everyone, I like :D

I am so lucky to be greek, you know... all my poems are in greek, so even when I get tempted to put some in here (like right now), I can't... which is a good thing.

[Melody]

You live in Athens??? *does the Socrates dance* Lucky. And you have a Hotmail account. Interesting. I'm currently reading Plato's Cratylus which deals with names and it has Greek. Obviously the original was entirely Greek, but this particular dialogue deals specifically with language and uses Greek words as examples. This is on topic because Plato was a poet.

[Vagabond]

I am unlucky enough to live in Athens, yes. (Socrates dances no more I am afraid....)

Do you really like Plato...? I find him quite an elitistic fool that totally missed Socrates' point... (who is my favourite... Socrates I mean...)

[Melody]

*looks up the word 'elitistic'*

Hmmm...I am not exactly sure what you mean. Are you talking about The Republic? I haven't gotten that far yet. The fourteen dialogues I have read are centered around or very close to Socrates and his beliefs. The only thing I am sure of at the moment is that I like Socrates much. I don't agree with elitism, so if I run into that, I will take note.

What was Socrates' point?

[Vagabond]

Example (a bit simplistic, but still) - Socrates held his teachings in public and for free. Plato believed knowledge should be obtained by the "high class", so his academy was very expensive, so that only the members of the higher ranks of society could afford it. Now that I think of it, he was not a fool, he was an asshole. The only thing I am grateful to him for, is putting Socrates' teachings in written text.

[Melody]

That motherfucker! lol I agree with that. I feel I relate to Socrates, which is probably why I like him a lot. So, that does bother me about Plato.

um...your English is really good. >_> At what age do you Greekians start learning it?

This is on topic because English poems are written in English.

[Vagabond]

Greekians = Greeks I assume :D

Usually we get into the languages thing quite early (before the age of 10) but not everyone does, nor does everyone like languages enough to go deeper. Studying languages is one of my biggest passions, though. Thanks for the compliment, my english is just good enough to communicate though... could be better if I wasn't so damn lazy :blush:

[Melody]

Well, that is a lot better than most Mexicanians, a ton of which don't even go to school. >_>

Don't worry. I'm lazy, too..

Now, to put this thread back on track...

______________________

eti ye i ti
magan
euete ye i ti
iaren te ma en
an
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[Claverhouse]

In English, Grecians was acceptable in the 19th century, but is rare now: Hellenes for the purist.

And elitist.

Sorry about that. :D

I like Socrates too, although I've left off the classics for a long time. Lord Macaulay, the great liberal historian said of him: 'The more one reads of him, the less one wonders that they killed him'. Which tells you exactly what Lord Macaulay was like and why we cavaliers hate him so.
:ph34r:
Plato was a proto-fascist: still, the oligarchs about weren't very nice either.

'Here's to my lovely Critias !' cried one victim, dashing his cup on the ground before death.

( Critias had condemned him; and that was a ritual of toasting one's beloved. Always found that funny ).



Claverhouse :ph34r:

[Vagabond]

In English, Grecians was acceptable in the 19th century, but is rare now: Hellenes for the purist.
Hm, I never objected to Grecians ;) And Hellenes is the greek (hellenic) term for Greeks indeed. :)

(Profile edited to prove the hellenic roots of "Hellenes") :ph34r:

[Star Cannon]

Poetry, eh? I like!

***

A Few Things Slightly Related.
by
Star Cannon

I like Socrates. Plato was okay.
Aristotle was a orderly jerk.
Then again so were a lot of other men.

I followed Alexander
I lived in the Middle Ages
I painted in the Renaissance.

Now the modern centuries
where machinery did advance
Oh the living conditions horrid did bring me death!

Now I was born, again into this world
Now I am an INTP posting on a message board
Hence forth: I LIKE SOCRATES.

[Avengardh]

Another one:

No title

I wish that time could slow down
Nothing to stop it, no where to go, nothing to lose.
Losing or winning, it wouldn't matter,
It wouldn't mean anything,
It would be nothing.

Why must the days seem like an infinite drag?
Repeating the same things,
It seems there is just so much lag.
In simply one day, I amount to nothing,
No production or implication of the use of my brain cells,
And yet I sense that the time spent is not futile,
And yet I feel like the blood-flow of ideas is not lost,

In the wind,
In the gossip,
In the tumultuous spacing of words,

Sleep as a escape of the mundane world of humans-to-be,
Is it so much that I crave to amount to their attentions?
Or is it just the pinch of clarity which tells me of my failures?

In my insides,
In my losses,
In my expectations,

Trailing off, continuing on, moving forward,
Driving back, returning home, bringing again,
How much of this seems?
Unclear and useless?
Unsolved, my resolutions of that which I thought I grasped,
Until when...will I be able to surpass...
Until when, will I occult what I am.

[file cabinet]

I have a hard time reading poems... so I don't. although I've written some.. let me find them... mmm.. I can't find them. it's probably for the best... oh shit.. I just found them.. so it's for the worst:

Absolutely
Absolutely terrible
Not an ounce of good
Just troublesome and worrisome
A contained fluffy smoke that looks like a pretty cloud
Really poisonous gas
How pretty the cloud had looked
Yet suffocating were the consequences
It is still terribly absolute
Absolutely


The Eight-Dollar Smile
Film from the store, $3
Sally only smiled whenever the camera was lingering
It positioned itself directly at her delicate face
And she smiled
As soon as the camera disappeared
Her smile faded
Launching a return, the camera flashed to catch another smile
The smile faded again
Happening 22 more times until it came to an end
Developing the film, $5

Flat
Flat computer monitor emitting shallow light
A two-dimensional wonderland
Nothing lives two dimensionally, not even human beings
Interaction with 2D is nothing more than flat
Interacting with a friend is three-dimensional
Yet it is also flat

Flight of the Kite
Pull it all together
Tie it with a knot
Make sure it's taut
Watch the flight of the kite

Watch out!
Snagged in a tree
Can't retrieve it
Just can't believe it.

Home
Unclean survival on a deserted barren street made of grass and trees
Not really natural in nature to have such a road
But it is a road
Not one that has "natural" man made markings
Just a faint road that shows the road less traveled
Sadly, not enough pass through here
Just the people who have questions in search of answers
Frantically storming in with little concept of truth
Many become entangled by the vines
And then casually disentangle themselves with fanciful operations
It is to learn from the entanglements not to be strangled by them

Me
A pale creature
Drooping eyes that stare down and rarely up
Curling around the face was a deep set frown
Shoulders hunched over in a despondent manner
Clothed in sad colors
I walked away from the reflection

Optimism at its Best
Smiling;
It is weaker than ones mind in desperation trying to be hopeful and positive
It only cuts my heart out and dangles it from a string humorously
Still smiling;
Even though my heart is not into it
Pretending everything has no jagged edges
Feeling that I could fly without wings

Secrets
The light turned on
Shadows and objects
Dust slept on the objects
Existing only to laugh at the dust
She said, You cannot touch me, she sneered
The words lashed out sharper then a sword
Words darker then her darkest of shadows
A draft punched into the dust
Moving closer to the outlet
The lamp flipped on
Sending light out in all different directions as if a bomb had gone off
She cried out, You cannot break me, only forsake me
The dust coughed with contempt
She shrieked furiously
Located on the window sill, a flashlight
On it went, pointing into the caves of her shadows
Light cut into her deepest most shadows
Vast and empty

Snap
Laugh out loud
Hear those whispers
Crazy horse whispers
And that laugh,
A crazy horse laugh
Not a tame horse
Just a crazy one
Laughter kicks into the air
Whispers whip into the air
Sounds ignite into the air like tiny explosions
The fool keeps on laughing!

Social Order
Slightly out of the normal is quite often not despised
Courtesy is given to those deemed different
Not enough of us are different
And too many of us are the same

The Square
I broke into the room
My forehead damp
Thoughts swirled in my head
Confused
Just don't understand
There are 5 corners in the square room.

Squeak
A perfect lustful squeak broke into the night air
Something so perfect
Squeaking for joy
Squeaking with delight
With one more final squeak,
The mouse disappeared.

TV
I slept with my someone who wasn't my wife
I lied to my wife
I lied to my friend

I slept with someone who wasn't my husband
I lied to my husband
I lied to my friend
I slept in my bed and knew what was happening
I cried
I cried

Walk of Life
Stagger.
Fall.
Get up.
Repeat.


I haven't re-read any of them nor do I want to. They were all done at least 3 - 4 years ago.

[Johnny]

Stagger,
Fall,
Get up,
Repeat

the walk of Life is sensing
the walk of Life is feeling
the walk of Life is thinking
the walk of Life is dreaming

Sorry FC, but I liked your last poem and had to borrow it for my own personal embarrassment.

[file cabinet]

Stagger,
Fall,
Get up,
Repeat

the walk of Life is sensing
the walk of Life is feeling
the walk of Life is thinking
the walk of Life is dreaming

Sorry FC, but I liked your last poem and had to borrow it for my own personal embarrassment.

No need to apologize, it's good to take then give back with your own energy invested.

[Star Cannon]

File Cabinet, those poems are good. Depressing, but good.

[GraviTass]

Its Saturday, noon
At the South Harbour Parking Lot
Fall takes up residence in drifts of dead leaves

An icy breeze lifts the birds from the masts and tarpaulins
Sets them swirling and screetching
The summer all gone

[purple13]

R.I.P.

at rest, who would mind, it's destiny rapping?
is, undressed and napping, this season unkind?
of life for the sapping, a forecasted mapping,
in cold-hearted gesture, bequest to mankind.

impress to remind, this trhapsody testing,
so aptly digesting, with reason, refined,
how, behind it's arresting, another be nesting,
a blessing to capture, and rapture to find...
resting in peace.

P13
1/17/1999

[waxwing]

Common Time


“It’s time to think,� I said
As I cried dry sockets into my coffee cup.
Smoke unscrews itself but I cannot move up or down.
My brain, a microcosm of the one I knew,
does not afford me a panoramic view.
Instead, I rest my elbows on an icy tabletop
And my left foot on a metal leg,
wishing not to see the future
but to be reborn through transparent molting skin.
My lukewarm drink waits at the altar
while laughing men to my left
ignore imminent doom --
the mop mixing ash with sandwich crumbs.
A man in a white gown standing by
lets it all go down.
Churchgoers in search of their backslidden member
crawl at my feet pretending to be like Christ
with their buckets of mopwater.


I am fascinated by the past,
and by passersby,
but I never expected the present
to become a smug smokecloud,
cuing me in, 1-2-3,
but shutting me out on 3.
Its double-jointed limbs hold me down now
While I learn to vomit what makes me sick
and cough up phallic cigarettes.
Tender, tear-filled eyes
beckon me to be its next tinder.
What it does not understand
Is that I’ve been burning since I was ten.
In certain spotlight my fingernails curl,
my eyes shut from the heat,
and I find myself trapped in a sort of
syncopated dream mandated by the intercom
and recorded flash flood warnings,
conducted in a legalistic four-four.
Meanwhile I stand up to improvise incognito,
my trombone slide far out of reach.

[CosmicDust]

"Spiraling In, Burning Out"

Oh aberration of nature!
A naked singularity of fear
Has appeared before me
Destroying the comfort of illusion
And the protection of the event horizon.
Affect released in dissipation
Burns the world outside in a wash of raging X-rays
While the refuse that has crossed the boundary
Sinks to where there are no miles,
Sinks to where there are no days.
Alas, it is the nature of patterns
That they must fall away,
Must mold into another shape,
Or to a nature beyond shape.
From destruction there is no escape.
Even the fire of accretion must die.
At moments I am wise enough
That I can calmly gaze at fate,
But man, do those damn X-rays burn
While the angular momentum
Of the whirring gases dissipates.

[songbird36]

HEROES

I don’t know how to love him
What to do, how to move him

- Mary Magdelene’s Song, Jesus Christ Superstar

Judas Iscariot
No longer the villain
now the conflicted hero
struggling; rent apart
by feelings
opposites on the colour wheel
incapable of definition.

He steps as a new man
from the pages of the King James Bible
as if from plastic surgery
re-invented
he can sing too!

Jesus in unlikely red velvet robe
fur collar
An introspective Hamlet.
microphoned
soliloquising
self-absorbed
a man apart.

Not yet the risen Christ
no; the pale Renaissance icon
he smiles benignly at the loyal flock.

Not the swarthy carpenter
nor Samson; with muscled forearm;
Judea and Sumeria’s
dark progeny

He is brought to life by a child’s felt pens
a stained glass window figure
the work of an artisan
filled with his spirit.

Mary Magdelene
powerful counselor or
socially acceptable harlot?
possessed by demons
his right hand, and left.
I’ve been changed, yes really changed
We all have.

The Romans; hard to pick them at first
Pilate, Herod, Caiaphus.
Brutal, dumb, rule-bound
worshippers of idols
of the pantheon
banquet revelers
masters of perversion

Not the architects?
the builders of aquifers, baths?
the poets and statesmen?
they can wear any robes
****

Montgomery Clift/Private Prewitt
boxer, bugler, soldier
talented; confused
Sexually ambivalent, misunderstood
Never wanted to be a star
Only ever a good actor
They did this to me

Over biographed
post-modernised
drunk
Monty to Liz Taylor and friends
face cut up in car crash
lived glamour
died banality
always the bit player
never the star

****

One, the older wordsmith
the philosopher
quiet, reflective.
The other, the cocky musical prodigy.

Strutting together down Abbey Road
Beatle-like
hands in coat pockets
resisting discovery
crumbs in one pocket
traces of brilliance in the other

Subversive
never in fashion
writing together too soon
to predict their own schism

One, the pile of copper coins
not inflation adjusted,
the shekels exchanged casually
irreverently, in the temple

The other, the credit card
with ever burgeoning limit
never paid off in time
never needing to be

Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they'll still talk about us when we've died.

[Misty_Kye]

During a period of my life a decade or so ago I wrote a lot of poetry. These are the only ones I remember.


Mississippi

At night the full moon cast an eerie glow
Upon the fallen stars that shown below
Through ink turned black by night they flow
And from her sandy banks will draw the doe

Unlike mankind and his lifestyle that’s raced
The rivers flow is so much slower paced
The troubles of the world now seem erased
In it’s tranquility we are encased

The fragrant forests sleeping silently
Gives us some hope of what the world could be
A hint of peace comes secretly to thee
Lost in the lovely lakes serenity

Surreptitiously my gentle river run
Don’t let man take away all the good you’ve done


Tiger

He walks with silent malice
Through his jungle rein
Ahead they stop and listen
But one does in vain

[Vagabond]

Ήλιε

Εσύ, που αφέντη σε καλούν, προστάτη και πατέρα
φωτιά και θειάφι έφτυνες σε κάθε φίλημά σου
κι όταν η θλίψη μου έσβησε με σύννεφα τη μέρα
είπα ποτέ πως δεν θα πω το άδικο όνομά σου.

Η συννεφιά με γλύκανε με δάκρυα κι αγάπες
κι η νύχτα χίλια όνειρα μου χάρισε ανθισμένα
μα όταν τ’ αγκάθια χώθηκαν βαθιά μέσα στις σάρκες
με τ’ όνομά σου σε καλώ κι ουρλιάζω απεγνωσμένα

Ήλιε, που απαρνήθηκα το χάδι και το φως σου
γιατί στη λάβα σου άψυχη η ανάσα μου λυγούσε
προστάτης κι αγαπητικός μου τώρα φανερώσου
την πρώτη και στερνή φορά που η μοίρα μου χρωστούσε.

Αχτίδες ρίξε πάνω μου, σαΐτες πυρωμένες
να κλέψουν από το κορμί κάθε πνοή που ορίζει
στις φλόγες κάψ’ τα όνειρα, μνήμες καταραμένες
φτύσε φωτιά στα μνήματα και σ’ ό,τι με θυμίζει.

Φύσα λήθη και θάνατο στα βήματα που σέρνω
κι ας είναι στο καμίνι σου τον ίσκιο μου να λιώσεις
κι αν νικημένη αιμορραγώ κι εμπρός σου παραδέρνω,
για πρώτη αλλά και στερνή φορά μη με προδώσεις._


Right. It is in greek. It is about a year old too. Lol, don't try that instant translator thing, or you will think I have gone totally crazy... :D
(I just felt like participating... not like being understood :) )

[Claverhouse]

With a direct challenge I had to.

:D

But as they're not that good, the results were... unOrthodox.

:rofl:

Archaic...



Claverhouse :ph34r:

[Vagabond]

With a direct challenge I had to.

:D


Your bad :P Actually I tried it myself and it cracked me up :D

[lauriep]

It has a name

For years I wished to peer through the darkness
To know the source of my nightly terrors
Please God, lift the veil and let me see my greatest fear
But now – it has a name

All feeling drains from my soul
Every memory of happiness evades me
I am cold and paralyzed by the truth
Because now – it has a name

Please God, take it back
It is far worse than what I imagined
I am dead inside from the memory
Because now – it has a name

The frenzy strikes me, it must be erased
There is no cleanser strong enough
No pill that will dull this hurt
Because now – it has a name

I frantically search and find my redemption
It is cold against my skin, but this knowledge must be purged
I pull the trigger and end the pain
Because now – it has a name

[purple13]

wow.

[Sackanaka]

Clam

A shell might as well
Be cast away
Lest there may,
Within the shell,
Rest in protection
A thing of worth,
Borne from birth.
Through inspection,
You can lose the shell,
take out what’s in;
It’s within
That keeps it well.

~9/1/04

[Melody]

twice the quantity half the vigor tremor travels earthquake city has the liquor birthrate inverse soars sort of galore type of thing with anything devaluation so with earth more and more twice grate a channel here and there kill half a child once or twice whether or not prepared

[candela]

lost
hidden
wanted
needed
my car shouldn't need keys.

[lauriep]

lost
hidden
wanted
needed
my car shouldn't need keys.

LOL

[Sackanaka]

Biology

A tree branches out with infinite fingers
And gathers the sun’s warm drink
While the birds in their nest get a meal from below
And feed it to their young who chirp gleefully
Because, for that moment, as the sun maintained its glow,
That all was right, and a family could live peacefully.

A cap sprouts out from underground and lingers
With mild tan tones and flecked pink
As the squirrel pounces around her brown leafy home,
She sniffs the ground, with an expertise only she claims,
And finds this cap, but she looks for other grounds to comb
Because she knows it isn’t safe and she scampers off in the rains.

A jellyfish floats on the top of the ocean, armed with stingers
To catch its victim, but it doesn’t have to think
Since nature had made it perfect for the life it lives,
As nature makes many things perfect for things they do.
The jellyfish is receiving the gift nature gives
By simply floating, though it hasn’t got a clue.

A man sits at his desk playing with his fingers
And gets up for a drink as he heads to the sink
But he stops for a moment because his mind has wandered.
He sees his family when they had gone to the park
Where his children had giggled as they rolled on grass. He pondered,
“How grand life is! Let the light shine and let it never stay dark.”

[Sackanaka]

See you

There are no piers
Only ships
And here

There are no answers
Only right
And y’sirs

There are no others
Only you
And me;
She
And
He

There is a ride
Only now
And then

I’ll see you again
On the other side.

[Sackanaka]

More poetry... sorry. These 2 are sorta related; about romance.

Every time that I recall
Dreaming and hoping I do not fall
Or not have fears fill up a lake
Of sweat and tears as I awake

I wish I had a better sleep
A nicer dream, a fearless leap
Into the arms, not of fear but of yours
As we fall gently to comfy floors

And there I'd lay in cozy arms
I'd look into your eyes, your charms
We'd stay there for awhile in that holiest space
Until I'd wake up, with a smile on my face.

_____________________________________________

Candlelight

If you're in my dreams,
are you really there?
For how can I feel a kiss
from nothing more than air?

The raw emotion waxes
from the liquid burning love.
Deep within my memories,
a hug I'm thinking of.

So when I see you, beautiful,
in a setting magic'lly made,
it's so wonderful to be with you,
until morning comes to fade.

I know you're out there for me,
you know that I'm here too.
Waiting for the dream to be lit
by a candlelight for two.

[Nindy]

Nice poems Sackanaka; the flow is good and the imagery as well.:)

Now let's see if I can post something without immediately deleting my post:wacko:


Schizoid Avoidance

Abandon, reject and hate me
‘Cause that’s all I’ve learned to expect
Oppressive social surrealism taunts
Leaving me dissociated and defect

Solitude and musing entice
Thus I walk earth’s face loner-wise
Ecstatic pondering analyzing my mind
Introspective truths to find

Fear forcing me to escape
Guilt and shame raging inside
Craving companionship and intimacy
Yet too paranoid to confide

Keeping my precious poker-face
Because an apathetic appearance grants inner pride and grace
People call me a statue with an icy stare
Yet I snort and smirk; I simply don’t care

(For their ignorance...)


Not my best, but at least it's not too personal, compared to most of my poetry.

[Sackanaka]

:D thank you. My diction and syntax probably could use an upgrade in sophistication, but I've never attempted to learn my SAT vocab words. I probably should've :/ so I could make cooler poems like yours.

[indie]

The ice crystals sit silent
under the pre-dawned sky.
The melancholy fragments
wait dreadfully
for the first hint of morn:
the rising sun,
the glaring rays
that have resolve
to dissolve
their being.

The first prickles come
from o’er a silent hill.
One by one,
three by three,
a fiery inferno lays wait
on their tiny fragmented flakes.

The earth warms slowly
in this transition,
giving a soft kiss before
the crescendo of light awakens
the dancing spirits of molecules.

[ApostateAbe]

This, my favorite poem of mine, expresses my religious beliefs. It goes out to all you wonderful Christians.

Dwindling Deity

God's sky dome holds clouds it's believed
'til climates with mist are conceived

God makes the lightning strike ground
'til electrical currents are found

God's rainbows are magic of skies
'til diffraction of light we surmise

God's Earth is a disk we are told
'til the knowledge of sages unfold

God tells us the Earth is immovable
'til an orbiting Earth becomes provable

God's fallen angels possess us
'til facts of psychology bless us

God made our females inferior
'til humanity makes none superior

God made all life in six days
'til our knowledge was given a raise

Is Yahweh perpetually shrinking
With each step to the next in our thinking?

[Edmond Zedo]

Sure, why not. I only write when inspired, which isn't even yearly. This is very recent. And to hell with free verse!

It had not been forever, though long enough a time
Since I had seen that sparkle be any more than slight.
What I’d nearly forgotten, a tendency of mine
To be destroyed by beauty--I thought it left behind.
One odd day I looked left, and the strangest thing looked right
Hinting it not gone too far, that rare leaning of mine.
I would have liked to know her, or know she was nearby
To prove thoughts of perfection exist outside the mind.
At the least I am thankful that one was born so kind
To return what I had lost, and hadn’t thought to find.
I must not be just one man, but one of few so bright
Who doubt any angel sees with such angelic eyes.
Neglect would be tragic shame of any art so fine
And I hope Whitney’s adored as much as dream her mine.


(Edited format)

[Nindy]

Hmm, lovely poetry.:)

Indiejade: love the imagery.
ApostateAbe: meaning comes through cleary.
Edmond Zedo: beautiful, love the wording.

Now, beware, another poem of mine (possibly dark):

Inferiority

Gloom empowers forevermore
Darkness never fades
Blood should flow eternally
For the entrancing morbidity of its shades

Haunting insignificance is my only comfort
Lonely indulgence is all to stop the distort
Irregular sleep enhancing
Worth did not cascade on me

Abandonment, rejection and neglect
Tools to make me remember
My lack of worth
Recalling the ceaseless defect

Suffering is all I deserve
Confronting me with rotten pain
Never experiencing true happiness
Pieces of content in vain

Void of nothingness allures
Until I find that even there I suffer
Fallen into the depths of despair
Implying the peaks of euphoric mania their dare

Calling salvation; rocking
Mature on the outside
But so tiny and fragile in truth
A cruel world for which I wish to hide

Weary teardrops embrace the saddened turmoil
Dust of untouched restrained emotion flows away
Self-pity is to be hated not to spoil
Yet I just wish to go astray

[Boo]

This is from awhile back. The whole INTP chameleon effect gave me paranoid grief for years. I couldn't understand why I'd act differently around each different person when my own rested behaviour was so opposite. Slowly coming to the point where I can be myself, regardless of the reactions or rules. Anyway, this is "MirrorGirl".

She is the outside of all I know
The caseing of things that I can't show
She is the appearance that everyone sees
But once she looks inwards she usually flees

Then there's me with my inner world of horror
Set to live among thoughts of chaotic order
I find it interesting to view the other shells
And wonder what may live inside themselves

I dared one day to look into the mirror
I saw that girl and it all became clearer
She's such a different person from me
But the world outside is so oblivious to see

Head up, happy grin and bat those blues
With mirrorgirl there's no way you can lose
No one wants to hear from the core
So live your life mirrorgirl, I'll simply keep score

[Sackanaka]

^ sounds like it could be a real song. For some reason I thought of "Story of a Girl" who cried a river and drowned the whole world. It's meant as a compliment :)

[Metimbo]

Ήλιε

Εσύ, που αφέντη σε καλούν, προστάτη και πατέρα
φωτιά και θειάφι έφτυνες σε κάθε φίλημά σου
κι όταν η θλίψη μου έσβησε με σύννεφα τη μέρα
είπα ποτέ πως δεν θα πω το άδικο όνομά σου.

Η συννεφιά με γλύκανε με δάκρυα κι αγάπες
κι η νύχτα χίλια όνειρα μου χάρισε ανθισμένα
μα όταν τ’ αγκάθια χώθηκαν βαθιά μέσα στις σάρκες
με τ’ όνομά σου σε καλώ κι ουρλιάζω απεγνωσμένα

Ήλιε, που απαρνήθηκα το χάδι και το φως σου
γιατί στη λάβα σου άψυχη η ανάσα μου λυγούσε
προστάτης κι αγαπητικός μου τώρα φανερώσου
την πρώτη και στερνή φορά που η μοίρα μου χρωστούσε.

Αχτίδες ρίξε πάνω μου, σαΐτες πυρωμένες
να κλέψουν από το κορμί κάθε πνοή που ορίζει
στις φλόγες κάψ’ τα όνειρα, μνήμες καταραμένες
φτύσε φωτιά στα μνήματα και σ’ ό,τι με θυμίζει.

Φύσα λήθη και θάνατο στα βήματα που σέρνω
κι ας είναι στο καμίνι σου τον ίσκιο μου να λιώσεις
κι αν νικημένη αιμορραγώ κι εμπρός σου παραδέρνω,
για πρώτη αλλά και στερνή φορά μη με προδώσεις._


Right. It is in greek. It is about a year old too. Lol, don't try that instant translator thing, or you will think I have gone totally crazy... :D
(I just felt like participating... not like being understood :) )
Bah....
~Tim

[Vagabond]

Bah....
~Tim ;P:smooch:

[purple13]

"Lost and Found"

Of ancient sand thy spark avowed
where ne're a breath need question
to be or not ere mortal shroud
could veil thy mark of destine

Of distant blood and trampled seed
through ages kept reknowned
so far adrift on slighted deed
should hollowed be thy sound

Of concrete dream and virgin soil
each moment pleads unbound
engarde! on phantom thrusted foil
thy remnants would resound

Of latent path thy jester treads
by spotlight, sacred ground
to glimpse in awe forgotten threads
of life let lost and found.

[xavierd]

I feel like crying,
I feel like dying,
But in my dreams I feel like flying.

Flying, soaring through the sky,
But in this life I want to die,
I hang my head I want to cry.

Cry and cry there’s no use trying,
While I’m here my soul is dying,
But in my dreams freedom, flying.

Flying to escape the pain,
For in my dreams there is no rain,
But on my soul remains a stain.

A stain from life my soul has gained,
I hid inside each time it rained,
Now in life and love I’m pained,

Pained because I can’t be sane,
There is no reason to fear the rain,
For it can help to wash that stain.

[Edmond Zedo]

That one makes me smile, Xavier. And I'm not kidding!

[Edmond Zedo]

Just wrote this one for the forum.


Oh, it just ain't never over
I shore wish it was
I'm just like that rustin' motor
Sittin' my broke ass truck

I seen this girl with two freckles
Waitin' for the bus
She got flowers with red petals
Prolly from her loves

I seen big dogs 'hind the chain link
Makin' up a fuss
I said "Take it easy Mother-
Fuckers, That's enough!"

Walkin' cross the street I'm thinkin'
hard about good times
Din't take long. I ain't had none!
What a fuckin' life.

Workin' fact'ry don't near please me
I can't 'ford no drugs
Can't pay no bill, Don't want sit still
Long 'nough to c'lect dust

Driftin through this tricky business
Ain't no kinda fun
I'm goin' home an' eat a bullet
That'll shut me up

[Nindy]

Pierce the Core

Pierce to the core
Attack my fragile psyche
Hurt me forevermore
Never stop

Fear and deep anguish
Look at what you've achieved
Take pride in the damage you've cost
Sneer at the lost

Kill the suffocated feelings
Emptiness left to reign
World of discontented apathy
Your love so feign

Cold sympathy seeps out
As you're called upon your deeds
But you laugh and shout
'Just her masochistic, self-destructive needs!'

[Edmond Zedo]

I kinda like that one. I'm picky, esp. about free verse. Not sure if you're asking for criticism. Pay no mind if not, but as a reader I'd prefer the last line with either masochistic or self-destructive, not both.

[Nindy]

Thank you Edmond.:)

Couldn't decide whether to use 'masochistic' or 'self-destructive'; so just picked them both, but I suppose I should attempt to make up my mind about that sentence.

[Avengardh]

No title.

I plate the mind in covered dust,
I seek the hiding of the morning dusk,
I silence the little whispers in the night,
Of the needless flapping wings in trance.

I reek of excitement in the lace,
Of the lark in revered ways,
In the time of mortal stays,
Inside mountains covered airs,
Of mouthful gasps of breath astray.

Forever gained experience soars,
Timidly waiting for silk gallore,
Tender guess, inspiring right,
Too many starts perhaps,
Too many once agains,
Not enough stars tonight,
Not enough sights, so it may,
Still...not enough strengths.

~*Aven*~

[Arctic Skunk]

Wow, you guys are pretty good poets. I usually write poetry about once or twice a year, when the mood takes me.

Here are a couple I've written over the past few years:

Untitled
-------

O knife in the dark
I cry to the heart
Through which you've plunged

For an empty glass
For a misty grasp
For this, I lunge

In a blurry dream
That I cannot touch
For a lonesome hope
That I see is crushed

And dull, and fraught
With unborn thoughts
And cryptic senseless dirge

So with these dreams
And endless seams
What is it now I purge?

Walking Backwards
------------------

I'm walking backwards
And I don't know why
The gilded horizon
Does not match the sky

[Ckyzxr]

My Sex Life

Lather,
Rinse,
Repeat


I'll add some "good ones" that I did in college later.

[Aryan]

Well, my ENTp friend and i wrote these lyrics for a song which we are making:
Supposed to be a heavy metal but on a slow note:

LOST IN THE SHADOWS (my friend suggested it, but i dont like this one)
==================

Dont walk before me, I dont follow
Dont walk behind me, I dont lead
Dont cry for help, I dont share
But if u need freedom, tell me, I will bleed

Open mind and a whisper inside
Never laughed, never have cried
I am the one you can't deny
I will be there, when you get to fly

(--- End Stanza ---)

I am not superman
But i am god (think someone in this forum has this sig, but not copied from here :))
My mistakes are divine
But never to shine
I work in the dark
Work as a shadow
Reveal me if you can !

---------------
Overall, i think this to be satisfactory though because more than bringing some meaning this song brings an esoteric nostalgia o'er here.

[purple13]

Midnight Sea
------------

Be still the moment whispers she
in purple waves, the midnight sea
amidst a world asunder, cries
echoe through her tranquil skies

Dark, the night she sees
the trials of a weary soul
soft through eyes remind her
of a time it longs to be

Silent, the night she hears
of dying dreams and sacred fears
if once upon an autumn breeze
to whither with the years

Empty, the night she feels
the chill inside a heart reveals
the truth, behold, of love
will sing the mourning dove

And still the moment whispers she
in purple waves, the midnight sea
amidst unworldly gentle trance
together she and spirit dance

'til dawn, they close their eyes.

[Polystom]

I'll never read a poem quite
like I look at a woman.

[Chicken]

Ok, you want a poem..

From The Eyes of Emo-Grass

I am sitting here in the dirt, well rooted grass
although I fear it is not long before some human runs over my stringy ass..
Every night and every day,
I live in constant fear of just which way,
those wheels upon that automobile may turn,
down which path they will skid and leave rubber burn..
i have watched my children die, my counsins, my friends..
the ruts between me and my fellow kind have grown larger with each passing day,
why i ask you, must i be tortured as if i have done something wrong,
i'm just a little patch of green green grass.. having to watch my family get killed.. the dirt around me suffer as if it has done something deserving of this, left to support all the weight of the world from it's molten lava brother who boils beneath, waiting more and more.. in anticipation of giving these humans a nice firey treat..
ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FERTALIZER..
THEN WINTER COMES AND WE CAN'T AFFORD ANY COATS.. ICE ON OUR BODIES AND ICE CICLES FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER..!!
AND NOW I'M OUT OF SMOKES AND I HAVE TO HUFF IN REALLY DEEP WHEN A CAR PASSES BY.. I NEED MY Co2 OR I WILL SURELY DIE!!!
I'm so upset about my family,
but that is to be expected WHEN THEY'RE ALL DEAD!!
I sometimes pray for a drought because I think my life would be more meaningful if I was suffering through it all, but I know that I'd lose either way, because each day I have to say.. to an imagined mirror above me in the sky.. i'm just an emo piece of grass, waiting to die..


thank you

[Hamro]

theyre all pretty good, i love poetry. it just makes my mind trip away and i think about like what kind of view you should see it from and how to interputiate(spelling?)

anyway. i wrote this last night..kind of a curt cobain theme with odd words (think Radio Friendly Unit Shifter)

frustrations tense with solution
the momentary backwards evolution
redefined boredom at its best
making sounds in your chest
why would anyone be like me
pregnant with intuition
suicidal and happy
reserved and sappy

:ph34r:

[Sackanaka]

The Virtuoso’s String

Original vibration and infinite shimmer,
The string captures and raptures
As the casual fingers arouse,
With its dance of oscillation, seemingly without end,
And suddenly it stops.



~

Second vibration, the symphony continues.
The end of one note, birth of another,
Seamlessly harmonious;
Not a single ear minds
As all minds tune in
To The Virtuoso’s String.

*edit: Virtuoso : God / string theory (if that was necessary :/)

[MjrMarshmellows]

Chicken.

I am a chicken.
My farmer wants an egg.
Maybe I'll humor him.

Hmmm... Creative writing is OHH so much fun.
I got an A on this!
err....
I got an A on this!

[Hamro]

An eye for details
But i dont care
Its never going anywhere
I just stand by what i just said
And life goes on inside my head

[codeE]

Nindy and Edmond, you both have an inspiring style.

Here is a word salad:

and if you are reading this
you probably know
my weakness has begun to show
like an open box
of oatmeal raisin cookies
without the raisins
leaving oddly-shaped indentions
that catch your eye
as you are passing by
on your way to the refrigerator
you needed a distraction
and I only needed the raisins for my contraption
which is nearly complete
a wind-up toy
made of dried fruit and feet
you will soon notice that yours are missing
as you walk on stumps
but don't be alarmed
because I have them here
and the springs are wound
inside the dried apricot meat
now watch as I drop it
and pull out the key
my nutritious robot is kinetically free

[Nindy]

Nindy and Edmond, you both have an inspiring style.
Thank you for the compliment!!!:blush:

And that was one amusing poem, thanks for sharing!:thumbup:

[Edmond Zedo]

Limericks:

I know an old man named Jim Hadl.
He's been an old man since the cradle.
He drives his truck hard,
And gets drunk in bars,
And screws an old lady named Mabel.

There once was a man named Corey.
His life was hunky-dory.
He pulled out his meat,
And started to beat,
And that is the end of the story.

I have a friend called Tranny Danny.
He isn't very manly.
He chewed on his kelp,
And he let out a yelp,
And the look on his face was uncanny.

[QrioCT]

i have no idea what to write
there is no idea in sight
my lightbubble doesnt light
so i'll just take a flight
away into the night.

[Edmond Zedo]

Words on this damn page
Confront me with a cage
To enrage
And taunt me.

[songbird36]

a recent poem:

KALEIDOSCOPE

Wet closes
whorls parquet patterns
rends a seed
into premature life

a stealthy cycle

Yin and Yang
dance in light and shadow
music unending

This rain
a capricious mistress seduces
piques nerve endings
strokes gently
then slaps

Life giver
life taker
Isis
Ishtar

Its conch holds
a distant ocean

Low and high surfaces
percuss
a Balinese symphony

Painters experiment
with shades of clear

[Shai Gar]

i did, made a thread about it. thanks anyway.

[purple13]

Time for another poem:

Sticky Make Up

Playing out
the twisted night
in wistful tugs
on rusted strings

Ocular Drills
by The Jocular Banjos
"Bob for the bridge
at el Vista Surreal"

Blind Triple Bypass
by Five-Fingered Surgeons
"Your luminous wish
is our only command"

Breakneck Feaster
by the Tragic Caviar
"All you can eat
for a buck two-fifty"

Sweetly illusive
strains of humanity
riffs of the wanted
for sensation junkies
in sticky make up.

[philosupial]

WARNING: This poem contains profanity. This one won a couple hundred dollars while I was doing my slam tour.

Contempt For Cartoons

What did you think when I stopped by
Pursuing a break to my boredom
When I came over and fucked you that first night?
Over and over and over again
Chasing an answer to lonliness
You must have thought I was quite the predator
Used to cornering my prey
Used to catching my desires and holding on tight
But I tried to explain to you
That this is something I never do

What did you think when I fled your friendship
Running into the rain and then
We didn't talk for six months,
And suddenly I'm back again, drenched predictably
Like I ran back through the same storm,
jumping at thunder
chasing raindrops
sidestepping the time-flow.
Now I'm wringing out my tee-shirt over your
bachelor's bathtub,
As you're curled over your paintings
pumping them out on a deadline for the post office

I sip on your beer.
I sit in your chair.
I doodle on your discarded scraps
Paper plentiful in your apartment kingdom.
Where your queen cat
chases wads of it across the floor

In the background cartoons spin in circles
Tom chases Jerry,
Bear chases squirrel,
Hunter chases bunny,
Boy chases girl,
Skunk chases cat
Coyote chases roadrunner,
Poor acme trickster
just trying to catch dinner
And there's Tom again, chasing Jerry
And all of this is very, very,
very, strange.

This is something that I never do.
I love someone, someone loves you,
So niether of us chases the other
You sit there
I sit here
We sip our beer and akwardly discuss
science fiction authors
coveted editions or
stories that caught our attentions
And I am embarrased to point out
My contempt for cartoons
How I hate to watch
How they never catch
What they're looking for.

Maybe my problem is that I identify
With the predator.

But I am not chasing
You are not running
And I am certainly not being pursued
I love someone, someone loves you,
right?
This is something we never do,
Whether you admit it or not,
We both have contempt for cartoons

And this story ends
It's anti-climactic
Maybe in another place, another time,
An alternate dimension like in the favorite stories
of our favorite authors
we might have been lovers or partners in crime
wayward artists travelling up the line
and painting our passion until yesterday's spaceship
Came in
This could have been something to do
For two bored souls
With no contempt for cartoons.

[Sackanaka]

I'm having a concerning feeling that I have no grasp on what "good poetry" is. I think my style is way too cliche or traditional or simple. Oh well here goes.

Ponder

Finger linger twice ye brow,
furrow, burrow why and how
Til thine mind doth not allow
Thee perceive the world right now.

When again ye mind take stance,
Take thine sword and make it dance
Til thine heart cannot advance,
Wrought to splendor in eyes entranced.

[purple13]

I like that, Sackanaka. Just reading the first two lines reminded me of E.E. Cummings, and my own poetry as well, with the meter and ryhme.

[Sackanaka]

:D (i keep tweaking the poem a bit when I feel corrections are necessary... not that it's noticable, but I guess it's that shade of perfectionism that comes out when stuff matters to me)
I'd like to know how people get their uhh motivation or source of creative flow. For me, I guess I just feel like making a "poem" every now and then, think of an emotion/thought to focus on (which is usually about life's complexity), think of words that sound nice together and start spittin mad raps and the sort. Except the mad part I guess?
How is your poetry made?