Place Your Poetry Here!

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Heartbreak

I don't know if you dream of me,
But I sure hope you do
Because every night in my dreams,
I see your face
And when I wake up every morn
I have to keep living my life
I hope you hold me in your heart
As you visit me in dreams
I wish to hold you in my arms
But you're too far away
So I sit alone
And hope one day
I can hold you in my arms
The way I do in dreams......


it's about Jessica... The person I like...

[Rhi]

Hmm, Fib, I like that

With each relationship
there's a beginning
There is beauty
there is heartbreak
there is an end,
whether through death
or separation.

But each relationship
flows in a cycle
Beginning here
moving there
replaced again
there's never an end
only continuation.

[kk]

You make me want to speak the words I've never said before,
You make me want to fly above mountains and the shore,
And now wherever you may be, however bad it seems,
Just know that you'll be with me, in my thoughts, and in my dreams.

Really short, I know, and not very good either. It was for a friend of mine, who I might never see again. I wrote it, like most of my poems, at around three in the morning, when my thoughts started bothering me.

[Dragon Writer]

not sure how good it is...wrote it this morning having been inspired by another poem.

another day, can cost a life,
another day can cause more strife,,
another day where interests in life you can not fain,
another day of everlasting pain,
another day will always come,
but you might not rise with the sun,
nor ever after rise again.

if you wast your time right now,
your life might just be lost,
for there will always be more time,
but at your peril, you might find,
that time belongs not to you,
and when time with you is finally through,
another day you'll have no more
for you never did have days galore,
you had a treasure, you had a life,
but all you did was bring strife,
you brought no joy, you made no actions,
another day was all you said,
and now another day has come and gone,
but you willl never hear lifes song,
you never did see have time, you see,
for time wasts itself not on the likes of thee,
those who would sit back and wait,
shall always meet up with their fate,
and so i leave you, to your doom,
as you sit in rooms of gloom,
and hope you'll find another day,
and do more then wait your life away.

[Kaila Kirchner]

cool young reader, but what's fain mean?

The Smell

the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks soothes me,
so i dip my toes in but then i smell it.
that putrid smell of fish- dead and alive
and it distracts me till i can no longer concentrate

really suck at the rhyming part. i tried, at first, to make it rhyme but it wouldn't come.

[Dragon Writer]

*looks it up real quick* it seemed like the right word at the time...don't know why. I thought it meant fake interest, or osmething like that, i guess. Or fake, or something...it actaully means gladdly, willingly So i guess in this case it means you can't gladdly and willillingly be interested in life. :P ok, so i'm stretching it a bit...

I also have another poem to put in, but it'll have to wait till monday since i don't have it with me.

[Kathy Li]

Err... that would be "feign" (pronounced like fain). "Fain" is one of those archaic words you find in Shakespeare. Say Romeo & Juliet II.ii:

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!

In this case, "fain" means something that the speaker wishes or images they could do: Juliet wishes she had behaved properly ("dwell on form") and not said the stuff about Romeo he overheard her say.

[Dragon Writer]

i was thinking more of feign interest...i think. usually the word jumps into my head, and i put into paper if i'm really into the poem. I just kind of assume at the time of the writing that my subconsious is supplying me the right words... i mean, i AM conciously aware of what i'm writing down i guess, but i don't really think about each word....sometimes i end up going back through it, and having to change half a dozen things because i don't think it works.

here's another poem, inspired by the same poem that inspired the alst oneL


reading it now, after having reread it earlier and rewriting bits of it, i'm not sure how good it is actually...anyways, tell me what you think.

i actually have a different version in my computer, and i want to infuse some parts of that one into the revised version, but i forgot to bring it with me. So, you'll have to wait.

*gets other version and puts up another version based ont he combination* tell me which you like better (or if any is good at all)

Claws to rake, and claws to scrratch,
to tear across the roof s of wood or thatch,
claws of fire, claws of rain,
\\earth and air, and all of pain,
tearing through the earth so hard,
caracking all into shards,
is ther no release from torrment?
is everything to be so horrid?

The clwas do rake, the claws do pull,
they brreak and glare, and yes, they atear,
the pull our livess apart,
tearing through my heart,
the fire, the rain, athe wind, earth and pain,
oh woe doth be my heart!

The claws do come, my life is gone,
the horros an affront,
my life is done, though i'm still here,
the world is tumbling apart

and now i wake, the night is past, and still my life i live,
but claws are coming ne by one,
to kill all that twell under sun.
And now i tarully fear.

For their secrets i do know,
and them i now do show:
these claws taht at us have been turned, ow to us their parts.
these aclaws are ours, do you see,
created not of heart,
but of a pain, and of a hate,
given a hunger they can not sate!
the c;aws are ours to turn aside,
oif only we could cease to hide,
so face your fears, or all is lost,
to hide shall bring to greate a c ost,
so rise above these tearing claws,
see the world iwth both wonders and flaws,
and know yourself.
Turn the claws aside,
do now ceace to hide,
and the world shall apart,
no more.

rewrote it even more typing it up, but only little changes, i think...

[Cress]

So, this isn't exactly on topic but I don't want to make a whole new topic when there's already one for poetry. Is anyone here involved in any Spoken Word stuff? I just got interested in it last month when I went to a local literary center where there was a performance and it's AMAZING!!!!!!!! I think I'm going to do my history day project on it. It really brings poetry to a whole new level, and I have a completely renewed interest in poetry now. I've been writing a ton...I don't know if I'm gonna share it though, it's all really bad. Anyway...Jason Bayani is amazing. If any of you are from San Francisco try to see him.

[Poliester]

Cress: I'm interested in spoken word. I fail at writing and performing, but I love to watch it.

I've already posted my poetry here earlier, but I want to tell about a place called the Hugo House.

The Hugo House is a place in Seattle, Washington, USA where one can take a class, go to a poetry slam, see other poets, and more. A particular program that I enjoy is called SCRIBES. It is a workshop that meets several times during the summer. If anyone is interested, you can visit the web site (www.hugohouse.org).

Happy writing!

[mythbusterfan]

hey guys, i havn't posted here in so long. so enjoy this poem.


Fear


we fear the dark hides many things
beasts and demons bats with wings
we fear the dark and all it hides
ghosts and shadows blood red eyes

we know only what we are shown
i ponder this while walking home
the twilight deepens as i stroll
i fear the dark will take it's toll

i find concerning the lack of light
for things can lurk within the night
as i breathe the midnight air
i fear that death is everywhere

the dawning silence, to me it seems
with rustling noises, the darkness teems
slowly fear flows through my veins
receding as i pull its reins

by dawn i begin to realize
where the light in darkness lies
the moon shining brightly from afar
the peaceful twinkling of a single star

the dawn fades in tinged with gold
and i am breaking from the mold
that dark is something to be feared
when in truth it can be revered.

[kk]

I look to you, to where you stand
You're with her, and you're hand-in-hand
And even with this turmoil in my head
I'm happy for you

I look to you, and see your smile
It seems that it could stretch a mile
I know you're hers, but would you please
Remember all we've been through?

Why did I never tell you how I felt
I think you might have listened...
And even though you're gone
I'm thinkin' of you still

I thought that nothing could ever come between us.
And as it turns out, nothing ever will.


I actually wrote that for a Nita/Kit fanfic I put on fanfiction.net.

No, that has nothing to do with anything that is going on in my life, it was simply for the fanfic.

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

Night falls.

Snow scrapes across the emptying parking lot.

A step behind you as you work.

Warmth, laughter, love.

[kk]

Now where's my notebook...let's see...here it is! I wrote a poem yesterday, and I haven't memorized it yet, so I needed the notebook...

I was thinking about TWD when I wrote this, so it's inspired by it. And I felt like writing something sort of sad, anyway.

Not Enough

See the girl walking down the street
Hanging her head in pain and defeat
A week ago, her mother died
She wanted to save her, and she tried

But sometimes, trying's not enough.

See the boy sitting in the car
Wishing upon a shining star
That somehow he could stop the fight
That he and his best friend had that night

But sometimes, wishing's not enough.

See the man staring into space
Longing for the touch and sweer embrace
And the gentleness that was his wife
Before the cancer took her life

But sometimes, longing's not enough.

See the younger girl sitting in her room
Almost getting used to the growing gloom
She turns her face to hide her grief
She has no way to find relief

But sometimes grieving's not enough.

See the woman looking from above
Upon her daughters, and her love
And her eldest daughter's one best friend
She sees the sorrows she wants to mend

But sometimes, wanting's not enough.

The eldest and best friend resolve the fight
He gives her the comfort she needs that night
The man and the youngest get over their grief
They both find ways to feel relief

And the woman still watches from above
Again seeing her daughters, and her love
And her eldest daughter's one best friend
She knows that their sorrows are at and end.

Because sometimes, loving is enough.


Like I said, TWD inspired.

[D'fr]

Ni het arthe fo iref rnbo
In the soul of a friend
Ni het ulso fo a ednfri
Full of hope and happiness
Llfu fo peho nda pphassne
But also courage
Utb soal urcogea
To help, to save, to follow
Ot lphe, ot vesa, ot llfowo
Those who need it,
Oseth how edne ti,
Or their own dreams.
Ro eirth wno amsdre.

In fire light
Ni iref ghtli
The darkness calls
Het rkdassne llsca
On the night
No het ghtni
Of the day
Fo het ayd
Of the sun lost
Fo het uns stlo
The earth and moon
Het rthea nda onmo
Flew to cover
Ewfl ot verco
The light
Het ghtli


And another...


The Shining StarlandA BookHalfling LightSparking Sword
To follow now a sparking word,
Hand unto thee the ancient sword,
To protect this land and sea,
As old as time, thy destiny.

Writ by Sun, by Moon
Writ by fire, writ by night,
Writ by ice, writ by light.
A word of silver, a word of gold,
A word of new, a word of old.
Be faith, by hope, by brightest day,
By lie, by fear, by darkest way.
I give you day, I give you light,
I give you dark, I give you night.

Remembering