Place Your Poetry Here!

[agfish92]

[Dragon Writer]

They're GOOD! i don't usually have enough time to read poems here in my mad dash of posting, but i decided i might as well start...and as far as resolution beginnings can start, that was a pretty good one...

[Poliester]

Oops! That one poem was on my signature! hehe I forgot...

[Poliester]

[Cress]

Mel-by meter I meant the rhyme scheme and the flow of the poem...the rhythm that it has. I really liked it. It has a groove.

Uh oh, we seem to be having a poot attack.

[Dragon Writer]

This ones a weird prophecy poem i'm doing for a story...the one i've been ranting on about for the last few days, actually...I hope you guys like it...Please tell me, since i'm having a hard time getting people to read it in real life...

First up is a haiku i did, which i'm not sure about
on the fourth n9ight of
sow, the evil one shall rule,
and good shall then fall
Stinks, i know...this isn't the kind of thing you do for haiku...not like that. and i wasn't in a real writing mood, so i did it again in a more lengthy poem...

on the fourth day of snow,
from dereks mountain shall evil flow,
not in smooth rows,
but jaggd paths, and ancient trails.
wielding a magic that never fails,
with lies, deciet...and fire!
evil climbing ever higher...
on this night, and from this place, the evil one shalt rise,
from both family and friends, it shalt break all ties,
and when it's here for all to see,
good shall well and truly FLEE!

but fear not my friends, for there is hope!
there is a child, by the name of don,
one who is not just a wittless pawn!
from him hope pours, as from a spring,
and it is this hope that makes me want to sing!
but still i fear, it is not done,
and he may yet find himself undone...
for if he listens all to closely,
it shall end quite morosely,
fear shall consume his heart and mind,
and our world shall fal,
our fight for freedom, barely fought...
ur hero gone, our hopes, even those just thought...
dead,
just as i have said...

[Mel]

Cress: Ahh, okay, I think I get it. Sorry if I was a bit confused when I wrote that... heh. And what "meter" are you talking about? *is confuzzled*

*kicks away poot in an attempt to run, but trips and falls...uh-oh...*

[tori]

Cress, it probably is. I just havent figured it out yet. And thanks.

AWKWARD. Its a weird word to spell. Well nto really. I just spelt it wrong. I will fix it.

Mel, thanks I like "Car Crash" its interesting. Interesting a good way.

Dont expect another poem from me. I cant write poetry. I could if i tried, but i doubt it would make sense, or even be a poem.

Tori.

[Cress]

Mel-I really like the meter of yours. As for my weird little one, that was written at a particularly cynical time. It's not really about religion...it's more about human nature. I'm just using original sin as a metaphor for humanities tendencies to blame a higher power for their own tendencies to sin. And a lot of people don't understand that part of baptism, etc.

Also it's about people's tendency to call each other evil...I'm not entirely sure. As I said before many of my poems are very confusing and even I have troubles trying to figure out what I was talking about at the time.

Tori-I really like it! Personally I think it oculd be a metaphor for much more than just those awkward silences...

[Mel]

Ok, firstly, neets_wiz, I had no idea. I really like it though, hence it being in me siggy (wow I just typed "avvie" <.&lt

And Tori, it's grood. I mean good. And great. Great and good.

(tgs!!)

Ok, I actually have a poem. I wrote it today during english class ( I always seem to write better in school. Go figure.) I wrote it after seeing a lightpole covered with flowers and a cross and teddy bears and stuff on the way to get my hggawt outfit, as some of you know. Oh, and it was written in walt whitman style, but it doesn't show up (I hate that!)


"Car Crash"

Can a splinter of glass, some metal flown past
become something soft and beautiful?
Can a salt-sea tear, a "Wish she was here,"
can it be fuzzy soft and sweet?

The truth is, my friend, that this is an end
that is neither soft nor sweet.
Though we try to make it so, with the cross way down low,
As with sad eyes we greet though the sleet.

And now it makes us weep, for this accidental leap
Of a car to a pole in the accurséd slip'ry street.

And now onto Finale!

[tori]

Im not sure i want to post this poem. I had said it just as a saying the other night in chat, but one of you told me it was deep, and that i should do poetry. Well, i took that saying created a little something with it. Its okay, i guess. Its about those dreadful akward silences couples have on the phone. Or really close friends.

..A Symphony Of Sound..
An Akward Silence,
Takes over our calls.
And we arent sure who,
To blame.
Reality tells us,
That you are the Akward.
And I am the Silence.


Im not sure i like it. I added in the "And we arent sure who, To blame." part. Before i didnt have it. And it sounded..odd? It didnt exactly fit in. What do you think?
Ta. Tori.

[InkSlinger]

hey mel, do you know that quote about tasting, devouring, and digesting books is originally by francis bacon?

[Mel]

Ahh, but you see Cress, that's why we have Baptism, which in my religion, releaves us of all origional sin. As soon as we're baptised, we're like saints. Then it's our own actions that make us not so very much over the years.

So yes, we have no excuses. Right. I'm confusing myself. But whatever.

...*cough*

Sorry for that religious rant, not exactly the place for it, but...I'll have a poem soon, I think I just might write it right now.

[Cress]

Well I have lost/temporarily misplaced my notebook with the vast majority of my poetry. *cries*
However, this made me look at some of the other notebooks with my poetry, and here is a little haiku that I rather like. No title as of yet.

Delicate dark web
Laced death wrapped up in
Pale cream perfection

This one is still a work in progress, but I think I like it...I guess it's called Red.

Red
is our sin
Or so we seem to think
An apple with a single bite
Has brought our sould to sink
The fall
The tree
The first of sin
Blame it all on them
Yet can't we take the punishment?
When it's us that ruined things?
Excuses
Excuses
Since the beginning of time
A fundamental flaw
No responsibility
For anything at all
It doesn't matter what we do
We're branded red and wrong
Simply repeating the chorus
To this tired old song
Red red
Red and wrong
Our same old tired song

[Dragon Writer]

I've written three poems recently...two i wrote while listening to kantonese music, owned by my friend francais, and one i tried to force out...only the second one is good enough for this.
dragons fly,
birds cry,
and i do sigh...
why?
is that so much to ask,
just three little letters?
just one little questoin?
why the horror, why the pain?
why the loss, why the rain?the th loss of life's fame?
what have i done, to have wrought such a thingbut wait...
for even storm clouds do break...light does shine through,k but is it too late?
no, i refuse to believe,
and i will not allow this brief light to leave,
for this my life,
and no matter what my strife,
i SHALL live another da,
and opn and on till things go my way...
for this is my life,
and it shall not be had by strife,
this is my life..

When i showed that to someone, they asked why my poems were sad..At first, i blamed all you guys...i mean, i wrote happy poems, love poems before i met you guys...*glares* (Jk, i didn't blame you guys...well, i did think it had something to do with reading your poetry, but it wasn't a who's at fault thing) i realized something...my poems aren't really sad...or rather, they are, but that's not what it's about...my poems aren't about the stormclouds...they're about the light that breaks through at the end...they're about the hope that shines through even the darkest of pains...just an interesting thought that's been bouncing around in my head and needed to be let out. See ya!