Poems

by Caeel Wed Jan 14, 2009 12:33 pm

Post your creative poems here, I'll post some of mine when I'm finished (I'm not done with any yet, I work on too many things at once...)

by Earthx Sun Feb 01, 2009 11:03 am

can we make songs or pariodys?

by Caeel Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:35 pm

by **Ryzaa** Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:41 pm

Because there is already a thread for that.

by Earthx Mon Feb 02, 2009 2:37 am

WHERE I WANT IN!

Tech Talk.

by **Winnie** Sun Feb 08, 2009 9:57 am

I wrote a pretty poem in class, but if im gonna post it here im gonna have to go find it...

IT TOOK ME A MONTH BUT I GOT ONE!

There once was a girl with a sword,
only it was made of cardboard.
She ran left and right,
sacring all the boys in sight,
sept now that its broken she's bored.

True story, there.

by **Flaw of Insanity** Thu Mar 26, 2009 9:08 am

Heres a funny one :P

The bravest man in eternity
I'm pretty sure you'll agree
Was nether a solder, or a champion of law
But the first who devoured a Oyster raw

*claps*
~Ry

by **Winnie** Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:30 pm

Ewwww....... raw oysters? I don't even eat COOKED oysters. *GROSS!!!*

Here is a powm I wrote, If youve not heard it already....

THE PORCELIN DOLL

Sitting on the shelf,
all keeping to herself,
Her hair falls over her eyes,
noone can see the tear she cries.
All alone in her place,
As the shadows cross her face,
The scarrs of yesterday still there,
she sits and waits for somone to care.
All the children take her down,
and beat her round and round,
for they hated her stright face,
as if she never had her place,
Play rough with her they do,
and all along she knew,
if she was taken away,
from her place she always lay,
It would end her tomorrow, and yesterday.
So now the doll is broken,
and she'd never even spoken,
to those children down below.

by vorn Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:13 am

this was originally a school project, but i embellished it and submitted it into our school literature magazine... o and its about world war one...

All is White in the Dark
~
Swimming through serpentine troughs,
The light lace of Lady Winter
Nips like a knife at the noses
Of the sleeping soldiers, later
To rest in beds of roses.

Cold nights spent cowering, covered
In the licks and looks of Hell.
Why do the poor sons mothered
By Death, despise the sight and smell
Accompanying his Angel with amice alabaster?

In her tresses the terrible minions
Of all that man regrets,
All incurred on millions.
The cloud of yellow slumber sets
On those The Mistress waits on.

No man can turn away from her hands;
No man can wind or wrench.
The Great War carries these fighters, and
They soar above the stench
Of battle, till spring reigns there again.
~

Not bad! Keeping working at it, it has potential for greatness.
~Pook

by Chiyuki Sat Apr 25, 2009 11:35 am

I don't know if this is the right place to post a poem, if it isn't does anyone know where I should put it?

anyway...I don't think I'm that good at poetry but here goes >.>

I AM ME!

What am I you ask?

When you first take a glance
I am a normal girl
I wear a blue sweater, a plaid skirt and saddle shoes.
When you first take a glance
I am a normal girl

I am a mighty eagle
My heart belongs to the sky
No cage can hold me
No chains are strong enough to bind me
And very soon I will spread my great wings and fly
I am and eagle, and my heart belongs to the sky.

I am a goddess of fire.
My soul glows with courageous flames
And my heart burns with valor
Try as you might to put me out
My fiery spirit will never be quelled
I shall live forever
For I am a goddess of fire

I am a beam of sunlight
I dance and sparkle as I cast out darkness
I am a ray of hope
I am light
I am a beam of sunlight

I am a human being
I laugh and cry
I dance and sing
I am a human being
I AM ME!

well, hope someone likes it. oh, and the plaid skirt and saddle shoes bit is talking about my school uniform xD just in case anyone was wondering

~Enraged~
Merged with the "Poems" thread, in the "Word Games" Sub-Forum, in the "Roleplay" Forum.

And yes, I also think this could be made to be a little more obvious. However, Vamp has it organized like this.

Oh, and good poem. It's very uplifting.

by **Juliana** Mon May 04, 2009 11:33 am

Poems? Hmm, I wrote a few poems about a year ago, but I think I can write a better one right now.

Insubstantial

A hundred places
A thousand faces
A million ways to fall

I'm lonely, dreaming
They're cold, hard, scheming
But I'm not here at all

I live for the night
They love the daylight
Yet I'm brighter than they

A mind escaping
Patiently waiting
For blesséd end of day

Now all is quiet
I am queen of it
Only now do I wake

From half-existence
That in my silence
Is the solace I take

There, that's a more optimistic outlook than I can usually fit a poem around. For some reason, rhyme and meter seem to come more naturally to me when I'm melancholy, whereas my brighter moods lend themselves more readily to prose or occasionally freeverse.

by **Winnie** Mon May 04, 2009 7:36 pm

Me too, actually. Very good poem! I like it lots.

=)
I'd like to see more of your poetry here in the future.

by **Juliana** Tue May 12, 2009 8:14 am

I've got three poems that I unearthed on my laptop. I wrote the first two about a year ago, and the last one about... I think maybe last October or thereabouts.

This first one is about the time I was abused in school.
Three Months

A torture unheard of, which I must survive.
Am I now the only one still alive?
Three months.
I am not ready for what this might be.
Are they all robots, all those around me?
Three months.
Lost and confused, can’t remember my name.
Was there ever even a reason I came?
Three months.
There is no convincing reason to stay.
Blundering, self locked away, through the pain…
Three months.
I know all of this is just in my own mind.
That doesn’t change that this is a difficult time.
Three months.
Four years later, there is one reason why
I have this lingering loneliness inside:
Those three months.

The second one is about going back and looking at a website I used to be on, and feeling hurt because of what I experienced there.
To The Cyber-Bully
From the girl formerly known as Maplefoot

I’m feeling lost, alone, and hated
Because I always seemed to be slated
For a new taunt, a tease, a lie
Those things you do should be a crime.

Did you know why I believe so hard
In an impossible-to-prove God?
My faith is literally keeping me alive
Did you know I’ve thought about suicide?

Even though I’m hurt, I pray
In a simple, childish, way-
Although I don’t stand to gain,
I pray for those who cause me pain.

And I’m still fighting, invisibly
For some glimmer of normalcy
Although it hurts, in my own way
I want to change the world today.
Can you hear me now?

Well done! *claps* ~Pooks
These three poems are in chronological order. The first is about what happened five years ago, the second about what happened two years ago, and this one is about how it is ongoing.
Girl Genius

I know too little
I know too much
I didn’t feel
That gentle touch
Over the edge
And back again
A quiet offer
Of a friend
A tiny slip
In casual exchange
I just forgot
The rules have changed
In trouble now
Can’t make them see
It’s just a part
Of lonely me
I know too little
I know too much
Unconscious of
That gentle nudge
This is the end
Of what I’ve been
I’m starting all
Over again
Always the same—
Though I do try
I always break
On the inside
They never tell
What they have done
And assume I’m
The stupid one
Because I cannot
Read their minds
I’m always half
A beat behind
I try so hard
And always fail
Let out one more
Pitiful wail
Maybe I should
Give up at last
But I so want
Something they have:
I want just a
Brief chance to be
Someone with friends
So unlike me
I know too little
I know too much
Please, just a chance
To stay in touch—
Please!

by Mash Sun Jun 07, 2009 10:50 am

Instead of just posting all my poetry over...
Use this link to my Regular's page with all my poetry! :D

http://www.trforums.com/word-gallery-f29/mash-s-writing-open-to-all-t565.htm#15996

Go ahead and guess what mine are about, as I try to make them elaborate.

by Pooks Thu Jun 11, 2009 4:59 am

Here is a cowboy-style poem I made from a New Yorker style poem I wrote. See which one speaks to you.

Not By a Long Shot

Drank one too many shots today
A perfect shot: that, I can't pull.
Reckoned I'd turn that bitter sweet
And make emptiness full.

Ground beans 'til they was sugar-fine,
The head run hot; gusted a sigh.
Tamped harder, better, stronger, yet.
A passionless ghost steamed by.

Some shots you just can't never change
No matter what you try and do.
But you take and drink it anyway,
'cause the taste of bitter's true.

A great shot? Bittersweet at best.
So grind it, pack it, pull it through.
Bitter beats nothing at all, y'see,
When there's naught else left to do.

Hands Down

Drank one too many espresso shots today
Trying to improve what I haven't power to change.
I believed bitter could be sweet;
Heaviness could be light.

So I ground finer. Tamped harder.
Boiler ran hot, so I cleared the steam.
It sighed. A passionless ghost
floated past and vanished.

Some shots don't change
No matter what you do.
You don't have to take a sip to know it
But you drink it anyway

You drink it anyway.
The perfect shot?
Bittersweet at best.
You drink it anyway:

Bitter beats nothing at all.

by Mash Tue Jun 16, 2009 9:51 pm

The Groove

Pure as I thought we were
We took it and shot her
Another hypocrite, another breadwinner
Just shut up and lie
I can't let you die

Break another sigh and release
Feel the grooves of the wood, and death of deceased
Smokey the Bear struck you out, they got you high
It's time for these monsters all to die

I wish I'd told you
But human nature has lost all its clues
Rain drumming down on my body and yours
Oh dear God, I locked all your doors
And shut you in
Like your Pandora's sin

Lost my mind in compassion
While the world wonders about fashion
Human nature has lost all it's sense
Where are the days where people were dense?

I saw them die on TV
I kept it on just to see
And here I am looking back
Seeing bodies for myself, piled in stacks

Don't talk about love, or god, or whatever
You'll understand these things never
You could never risk your life
You could never battle in strife

Get out of my house before I kill you
Those I gave credit to, so few
She changed my mind in that rain
Her death drove my mind insane

It's still in the cabin
I feel the murders still stabbing
In those purple pulses, in those woods
I figured I can do what I should

I could watch that stillborn die again
By now, my mind has changed about men
What do you think of all these chores...?
Only my entire body is in sores

Dance around
So profound...?
Whisper another lie
And I plot for you to die
Get your pretty candles lit
And just another hypocrite!

It's about people today and how everyone is a hypocritical monster. Smokey the Bear is a pop culture reference (struck you out, they got you high) meaning that cultural icons are all hypocritical themselves, even encouraging it among people.
Groove is a mix between the word grunge and intoxication, in my poem, that is.

Machinator

Paint a picture with your gun
Hoping you can find me now
Spread a word for the holy son
Letting your life-line down
Take in a breath of politics
Hoping it'll make you sick
Keep the name murderer
Let families down
Even if they're happy now
That things are gonna change
So I better make this nice and original
Writing another story
Blood stains on every page

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Slaughter you like a dirty cow

In the name of god
I made this devious little plan
No way I'll let it be flawed
Strike you down with a single hand
I've gotten it all mapped out
At 3:34 I need you to shout
In a couple minutes later
You must scream
And I'll sew your body by seam
To steal back faith
In an unparalleled manner
No shame in thinking
And with this plan, no way to be safe

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Please don't frown
I need this
Right now
I can't sleep
Or listen to my need's hiss

Without my rage
Without my frustration
I give in
I live in

Don't get me too wrong
I'm just a sick freak
No shame in my plan
Just wait for peace

Metal god
Oh wisdom
Speak to death in a loving voice
I think I control everything
I'm just a machine

Please hold me
Why won't you?
Please hold me
I'm waiting for my conspiracy
To come true
To come anew
Just hold me
I want to watch the red pages
Fly into the world of a sick deity

Machinator is a reference to my very name: Mash. Don't understand? Look in a dictionary

by Alderos Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:16 am

*COUGH* *COUGH* okay here is a poem I made, i hope you will like it.

Life
Life is cruel,
For you may love her,
but she may not love you back,
for she will bring you down,
when your at your peak,
but when you are down,
or hurt,
or confused,
she is there to show you the light

I'm still working out the kinks and editing it but this is what i got so far

by **Hunter Reckoning** Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:42 am

Once there was nothing, but then that nothingness, was overcome by hope which caused everything to come together. This is the story of love, but when you take that love for granted, everything returns to the nothing it once was.~This is the emptiness I feel everyday when I see kids in my school that are together and in love that take this for granted.

by **Juliana** Tue Nov 03, 2009 8:32 am

Hmm...

Heck, why not? I'll post a few of the poems I've been writing during my poetry kick of lately.

My Words
There’s someone else inside of me
Directing my little Story.
I don’t know where the words come from
I only write them as they come.
I reread them at other times
And I know I can’t write such rhymes.
There’s no tracing them to their source
I only know the final course
My only company—I’m alone—
Is all my words that aren’t my own.

Tune-Up
The band is tuning up outside.
The trumpet and the drum—
Cacophony proceeds from them
And others as they come.
It bangs, it honks, I laugh aloud
As instruments file past
And then their leader barks one word;
They fall silent at last.

Forever
He asked me what forever was
I told him what forever does
He said he couldn’t understand
But he knew it would come.

Forever, now, is close at hand
Now I’m not sure I understand
Because the words flow from my pen
When my voice is struck dumb.

So these words that I’m writing, then
Come from a place outside of me
And I’ll know what I meant, if when
It’s all behind, I learn to see.

Darkened Paper
It always looks darker
Once my words are said
Though I know the changes
Are all in my head

Some smudging of graphite
Mars that I leave white
It’s just notebook paper—
That’s smeared with my mind

Where does that thought come from?
My memory knows fear
That something that mars me
Mars thoughts I leave here.

The Night of the Dance
I remember the night I was trying
To keep away from the dancing crowd
Because I knew that joining in would be dying
And, somehow, that was the night when I found
That I’m not nearly so inhuman,
Such an outcast or so apart
That, even given what that meant doing—
That I couldn’t find my heart.
I know what I’ve done.

To My Friends
It started as it always does:
You and me and a story.
But the only problem was,
I was speaking from memory.

I used my powers, and it formed
All that you thought of me
But not even I was warned
What this would come to be.

I didn’t quite trust you at first:
I fear th’ ordinary,
But when you stayed to hear the worst
You I could finally see.

From all the people whom I love
And who also love me,
I learned a secret from above:
There is no normalcy.

Little Girl
Good little girl
Trusting, naïve
Bright little girl
Learning to see

Sad little girl
Broken, betrayed
Cold little girl
Frozen today

Wise little girl
Growing, alone
Wild little girl
Seeking a home

Lost little girl
Crying, thirsty
Found little girl
Jesus loves me

Hunger
Chewing at me
Wanting me to fail
Not satisfied
Not enough
So unpleasant
This hunger
The guilt with it
The loss with it
The pain with it
So aware
So out of it
The root problem
All the hunger
I have to fight it
I can’t give up now
Just twenty minutes to go

Stolen Hours
Time is short
I’ll remember tonight
What are we buying
By paying this price?
You take the darkness
And I’ll take the light
Caution is warning me
Did we choose right?
So long to regrets
Because this is our life
Storing stolen memories
Against sunrise

One Moment's Life
I live much more in those two days
Than in the weeks between
A fortnight's frozen emptiness
When loved one is unseen
Then, for a moment, he is here
A single point in time
When all the world falls into place
And everything is right
Just a few hours--that's all we get--
But I know what they're worth:
In the space of those fleeting hours,
Nothing is wrong on Earth.

(Yes, those last two are indeed love poems... and I wanted caesuras in "Stolen Hours," but that doesn't work on this kind of forums, so I broke the lines twice as much instead)

by **Winnie** Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:20 am

I stare at the back of your head everyday.
It seems I can't pull my eyes away.
Your thick black hair turns left, then right.
While your cool blue eyes are soft like light.
"It's not that I like your head." I say,
"It's just in my way today."
I always want you to look my way.
Look my way so I can say,
"Hey, how are you doing today?"
And then you can reply,
and Just smile.
Your smile takes me a million miles.
And gets me through the day.

Here's a more depressing one.

Running From Home

I run away,
Far into the night,
Away from love,
away from light,
into the dark,
Into the fear,
Oh please, won't I get out of here?

I ran,
through the streets,
down the paths,
I knew by sweeps.
The call of the song,
It's notes cold and long,
enthralls me onto my knees.
I want to give up,
I want to break down,
But I must coninure until I'm done.

Out of the city,
Into the frights,
And out of hope,
and saftey lights.
I made it through,
their insane trap,
and then the past,
faded to black.

Through the countryside,
My dreams have died,
into the night,
never to return.
My feet start to burn,
but I must persevere,
For I just have to,
Escape the evil here.

I fell for the night,
Sleeping by the river,
I felt filled with fright.
Take me away from here.
Take me to there.
Where is there?

Were learning about poetry in english now.
It seems to be rather drow.
All the words that rhyme...
I can't find two in such a short time!
I don't think it can be kept,
it's got too much depth.
So I told my friend
That I want english to never end.
and she laughed and said:
"There's always tomorrow." And put my feelings to end.

I'd say people are like stars.
The shine.
And the sun would be my friend.
It's light having no end.
And I am like to moon.
Normally, black.
But I reflect off my friend's light,
and making the world brighter.
One star at a time.

Blame
"It was your fault."
"No, yours."
"It was mine."
"Yeah."
"It was. You brought it up."
"It's not your fault."
"Yes it is."
"It's not. It's theirs."
"No it's not."
"Shouldn't the hurt decide?"
"It's blame. Their facts, not decitions."

by **Juliana** Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:22 am

Wow, Winnie, amazing work... I particularly like that first one and that second-to-last one; such pretty words and ideas!

Just now, I accidentally wrote a poem in a slightly modified version of the Shakespearean sonnet form. For your reading pleasure (or annoyance or edification), here it is:

Whispers
It begins as a whisper in my mind
A darkness that no day's black light can burn
It seems that only then can any find
The secrets now that I struggle to learn
And then you interrupt my pensive thought
And beg to know why I need be alone
Instead of shooing you off as I ought
I show you the black whispers that I own
Remembering the ancient Story's seal
And feeling my own memory's touch
I tell you things that few would dare reveal
You laugh because you think I've told too much
But know, now, this:
Had any word of this been a secret
You would never have heard whisper of it

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