Poems?...

I know i know but i happen to know that some of you can really write some awesome stuff! Im just trying my hand at it myself so i thought i would share! Im open for thoughts or comments or anything or the sort! I dont write about things i dont feel but ya! Please share if you are that open! I would love to hear what you got!

Alone

I stand on a platform with everyone watching, The paths that lay before me are more than frightening

The silence is thick and wraps itself around me, The pain and hoplessness i feel at having to make a choice so suddenly

I see a path narrow and nice but laced with hidden holes and misguided steps. It's quiet down there yet thick and suffocating with things unsaid

The other path is narrower but does not hide the danger that lays ahead. The chances, the risks, the judgmental looks

Looking at this path you'd see only pain and sorrow. But when you closely, happiness surrounds it. It is not disguised for the sake of what people think.

The first path looks right, like the safer place to trod. People don't want to see the hurt and danger that lyes within.

So I stand on a platform with my heart crying out. This overwhelming decision of choosing which route

This platform I stand on sinks slowly into the ground. Swollowing up the label 'STRENGTH' printed upon...

btw my spelling sucks...

Nice poem... I feel that way on the Rebirth map.

I thought it was very nice Pyro, you've got a talent for words.
Keep it up!

Sorry I have no serious poemage. I'm a decent creative writer and sometimes a vociferous social commentator. Poetry, on the other hand, is not within my realm. In fact, I often have a very difficult time just appreciating good poetry.

Back in college me and a couple buddies were in the same class. It was an "Intro to Networks" class and it was stuff we mostly already knew.

So to pass the time we would write funny Haikus. Our subjects varied. The funny smell in the bathroom. The barbecue chicken wrap in the cafeteria. The good-looking girl giving a presentation at that moment. Anything.

Good times.

well i might as well post the only other one i have done, and 320 i understand how you feel lol, i hated poetry in school for a long time but sometimes its nice to be able to express things you didnt know how to. anyways this was done about my childhood best friend.

I Remember-

I remember the games we would play
and the times we cried
I remember the laughter we shared
and the fun we would have

Remember that time you made breakfast for me?
How the eggs you made turned out so colorfuly!
Remember the wide open park?
or the cold rush of the ditch?

I remember the smell of the grass
and the warmth of the sun
I remember the wind on our face and how
invincable we felt!

Remember the plots to steal me away?
When my parents nailed the FOR SALE sign to our house?
Remember how our brothers always made things better?
They'de play our favorite song, then we'de laugh together!

I remember the loss when our car drove away,
The only time you werent there in all our days,
I remember the year without you there,
The pain of being so far with you whispering in my ear

I remember coming back, after so long apart
Seeing you changed broke my heart
I remember the effort we made to keep in touch
How our birthdays kept us together when we forgot

I remember the pain and the tears when you didnt answer the call
I remember your mothers voice, how she told me it all
I remember sunflowers, your favorite, that i now lay on your grave
I remember us then and will love you always.

I like it!

Only coment is something I remember mentioned during creative writing class.

Unless you are trying to make a point by uning the same word in different verses, either switch up you sentence order or use a different work for the same thing to avoid ladders.

Example:

I Remember-

I remember the games we woould play
and the times we cried,
the laughter we shared and the fun we would have

Memories of you making breakfast and the way
the eggs you make turned out so colorfuly!

The wide open park,
or the cold rush of the ditch, do you Remember?

It can change what you are trying to say so use it when it will not effect the messege you are trying to convey. Luckily with poetry its not so much the spelling, or even grammer that you are trying to get across to the reader, but the overall feeling. Its kind of sad that poets have never been truly appreciated until after their time.

Good job, I wouldent mind seeing more.

ty ill def. concider that next time i feel the need to let off some steam!

First, a little story about why I will not post a poem here. Indeed, quite it is a quite appropriate story, given I just attended my 25th high school reunion.

The last time I did a poem was for my senior english class. We had been studying poetry for some time, and we were given the assignment to write a poem, using any style, with the grade being based on originallity and how authentic it was to the style. The following was the quick dialog which proceeded upon my hearing of the assignment:

Me: Is a limeric acceptable?
Mrs. C.: Yes.
Me: Even if it holds very true to the original subject matter?
Mrs. C.: Yes.
Me: Are you sure about that??
Mrs. C.: (obviously getting a bit miffed) Yes!
Me: OK! Cool!

The next day, we get the surprise of getting to read our works. Partway through, after hearing one of my classmates works and complementing them, Mrs. C starts the following exchange:

Mrs. C: Doug, would you please read your poem?
Me: Are you sure?
Mrs. C (a bit more miffed than the day before, rembering the prior conversation, but not the details): Yes! Read your poem please!
Me: I do not think you want me to do so!!
Mrs C: Yes I do! Read it now!!
Me: No, you really do not. It is a limerick!

At this point, I get up, walk to her desk and hand her my poem. Mrs. C was known to get angry, but never get flustered...until that moment. It took her a good 30 seconds to a minute for her to stop blushing and being so flustered, then apprise me to stay after class, at which point, we would be going down to the office.

After class, she stated that she was a bit surprised at me, since I was a Boy Scout, one of the better behaved students, and a friend of her sons (also Scouts) and her nephews (Scouts too!) and her niece (who was in my class, and who I knew for many years). [Strange thing is, I was a practical joker who never did get full credit for all of my jokes, but at least one distructive practical joke was not blamed on me, since I was helping one teacher grade chem tests, and the principal realized that it was not my style.] We go down to the office, and she calls Mom to tell her what I had done. The conversation went something like this:

Mrs. C: Doug wrote an obscene poem for a class assignment due today.
Mom: Obscene?
Mrs. C: Yes!
Mom: Was this the limerick he said he had to write last night?
Mrs. C: Yes.
Mom: What was the assignment, exactly?
Mrs. C: To write a poem, of any style, due today with the grade being based on originallity and authenticity?
Mom: Did he ask if he could write a limerick?
Mrs. C: Yes. Indeed, he repeatedly asked...
Mom: And was it original and authentic?
Mrs. C: Yes!

The results were:
1) I got a 100% plus a bonus on my poem, with the warning from Mrs. C that regardless of what was said in the future, I was not to write another poem of that nature, limerick or otherwise for the rest of the year.

2) Mom grounded me for a week, mainly for the torment of Mrs. C and the act of doing "that sort of poem for school", but relented after two days after seeing said grade. [mind you, I was surprised it was not worse... I one time quoted the "Beans" ditty, and had her reach across the table to nail me on the cheek...unusual for her, but she could be strict at times].

3) I got questioned by both Mom and Mrs. C about where I had learned true-to-form limericks. All Mrs. C got from me was "books, movies and such". Mom, hearing "books" asked "That little red book of limericks?", and I said yes.
I was surprised she did not take it, but she did not.

Do I remember how it went...the sad thing is, no I do not. I can almost recall it, but I always seem to miss the flow of thoughts and the form. But I will say this... from the first line on, it would probably be banned on this server, as well as in several western nations.

And you thought you knew me better.

320 wrote:

So to pass the time we would write funny Haikus.

You mean like:

320 Worships.
You must join his religion
and Kneel Before Zod.

BotFodder wrote:

320 wrote:

So to pass the time we would write funny Haikus.

You mean like:

320 Worships.
You must join his religion
and Kneel Before Zod.

BotFodder wrote:

320 wrote:

So to pass the time we would write funny Haikus.

You mean like:

320 Worships.
You must join his religion
and Kneel Before Zod.

Wow. I actually cried a little when I read that.

320 wrote:

Wow. I actually cried a little when I read that.

Well, we must have balance as well:

Terrance Stamp played Zod.
Played drag queen in "Priscilla
Queen of the Desert"

EDIT - To add insult to injury ...

Hugo Weaving, known
as "Agent Smith" and "Elrond"
was "Mitzi Del Bra"

Ooooh...poemses!

The 2 posted here by PyRo I've already raved about, though I still dont think she believes me. In any case, I just finished up a boredom site I did for my poetry. It's still in bugfix mode so if you see anything behaving oddly, lemme know! Also any thunks on the content would be good too

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Juxtaprose : The Ramblings of a Mad Wombat

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cheers.
t.

Alright I'll give it a try seeing as it all stopped at once. lol. I got a few I'm gonna post you see. Not just two or three. lol. Just kiddin I'll keep that in the poems. So here it goes,

Trade Of heart
My trade is love, My heart is pure. The endless love in my heart is the trade of a heart beaten down everyday. The trodden heart loves more than a heart untrampled with the emotion of love. A heart like mine is a troubled heart indeed for I love too much and too less.

Stars Of Love
Your eye's like stars shimmering and bright, Your heart the sun full of light, Your dreams the universe endless and beautiful. Your skin as soft as the moonlit night, Your hair as beautiful as the purest diamond, Your voice as pure as a turtle doves song, Your loves is my universe and stars beyond.

Ok so here's the deal with this batch. I get bored working my security job love it though. It's all at night. Anyhow while walking around poetry starts running through my veins so here's a lot of the one's I've written while on shift and though there aren't any titles all of them are from the heart.

Love is true, love is real, love is word that only one feels, Love makes a dream, love makes you feel, Love is just a word that only one feels. Love is a heart, love is anger, love is sweet, love is one with your desires apart. Love is a heartache, love isn't real unless you show it and seal, love is just a word that only one feels. Love is dark hair, love is dark eyes, love is dark skin with a lot of smiles.

As the wind blows by and the trees grown high. The wind sways the trees to sleep in days gone by. The wind from the east, the west, the north, and the south all pick us up without any doubt. The wind rocks us to sleep on a bench swing in the back. The wind blows for all time eternal but really the wind blows to light up your day with sweet aromas you can't exactly place.

As three winds blow and two converge they both begin to merge. As the third wind watches from a close distance as the mergin commences she knows it's true that the two winds that merge are meant to be. The third wind watch's and wonders what happens that day when things are pondered. The two winds finally fully merged as one blow harder, faster, and clearer than love. The third wind finally joins after the merging of two and makes the a wind a whole and true. With three winds merged and blowing the same way you can tell it'll always be a happy day.

As waters rise and birds fly the moon says goodnight. The rises and the birds take flight as if nothing could bother them yet. As the sun sets high in the middle of that big blue sky it centers on you for one last time. As the sun sets the light and shadow mark your face with a beauty that can never be late. There one and two faces more that catch the light in your last hour of chores. The second face so small and fragile so innocent and sweet that the lights last glow plays on her cheek and that third face a little hairy and daring still catches the light for the last minute it fights. The light from the sun touches all three and then the sun sets with one last breath.

As bonds of fire circle the heart as lovers embrace the dark there seems to be a thread between one thick and unbroken by anything. this thread holds tight in the dark and the light just waiting to bite. This thread is real this thread is true it's the bond between a lover and you. This bond grows and flies this bond that will never have time. This bond keeps you secure and ready for what comes ahead. This bond has a shoulder that will never end. Why is this bond so strong and able? because your heart is there to lift us up high and live in peace for the rest of time.

As my life grows dim and my heart goes blind it sees a light through space and time. It begins to brighten begins to show that there is a love out there to be all mine. As the lights flows and time stands still I've found the sight and the light of a fuel that will only ignite. With heart ignited and sight seen we now know that we can bind.

You're like a faded dream come back to life,
Like a faded start reburnt bright,
You're like the light at the end of my tunnel,
You're my one and only being and hope and desire,
I'd never mean to hurt you or upset you,
But I knew in my heart I'd always except you,
I'd except you were my dream and what held me together,
I'd excepted that there's miles between us but we are as one,
And lastly I've excepted that fact that I may lose my one shining light, my one hope and desire.
Without you I'm nothing, I'm blank
Without you I'm just empty and waste.
Without you there is no love no hope in my life,
Without you I dare not move or taste,
With you I feel desire and want,
With you I feel happy and right,
But without you I couldn't stand to live.

And of course these last two I've written this morning while workin.

What is Love?
Love is a feeling that one may desire,
Love is something that burns like a fire,
Love is real and is what creates our will,
Love pushes us on to the great unknown,
Love is truth that one can show,
Love is a feeling two can hold,
What is love you asked and I shall tell you right now.
Love is everything you've read from top to bottom and side to side but true love is you, true love is me, True love is the hope that's meant to be

My Love
My love is whole, My love is sweet
My love all around, even at your feet
You don't see it but my love is strong, I love you all.
My love is pure and solid lets say,
You eat it and drink it everyday.
My love is air and sky above,
My love is everywhere you'll find,
You breath it, you say it, you dirnk it or pour it.
Be you a stranger, a friend, family, or more
Know this that my heart loves you all forever more.