Dark n twisted
Roses are black
violets are gray
on valentines day
you'll start to decay
roses are red
violets are black
on valentines day
you'll be stabbed in the back
your eyes are wide open
your screams are like thunder
on valentines day
you'll be six feet under
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I have one
I have loved
i have lost
I need friends
but at what cost
I've pushed and shoved
but it's reached it's end
for I have no hope
because Im at the end of my rope
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I wrote both of these last night in about 20 minutes neither have names yet so ya.
Here I stand at Life's end
Here I find the rules bend
Those of us who are dead
Rise once more from bed
This is the place where all is perfect
This is the place that wizards protect
There are those who would see it burn
but those are the ones who turn
From the path of light to that of dark
They go from from the side of life to mark
all in death, little do they know
when we die we do not go
from the world at all
but they do readily fall
This is Timeheart, the place
where the lone one never shows its face
And now for the next one....
In all of the planets and moons
there are few where there are no tunes
that are worth hearing or singing.
We sing of life and death and nearing
doom, but above all else we sing of joy
whether it is because of life or just a toy
The happy times are the best to remember for
without those the bad times would be for nothing nor
would we want to live among others
so celebrate the joy of life at the death of brothers
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World Revolves the Burning Sun
I wrote this a while ago:
Items fall and injure the hard wood floor.
New scratches are revealed as well as the old.
Wounds cut open, soul closed up.
My eyes see where your body was injured, but your soul is kept away.
World revolves the burning sun, it keeps my heart ablaze.
As I see the hatred of others, coming down in waves.
Washes away old fury, and slowly devours flames.
In the dawn I wake, and with dusk I fall.
Healing the wounds, both old and new, sleep overcomes all.
Dreams come into place with a timeless wavering.
My eyes open with a shameless quivering.
Your mind is open to me like a newly wiritten book.
Secrets are hidden throughout every cranny and nook.
World revolves the burning sun, wakes up billions of souls.
I now know how to heal the wounds, both new and old.
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Does anyone have an idea of how I could extend it? I want to add more to this, because something in my soul is telling me that this poem isn't finished yet.
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Liberation
Freedom:
From Punctuation!?*
means freedom to be.a.woman.
Who are you to tell me? where to put my question mark-
mysoginistic
MIsguided gRammer GesTapo...
My Words Are My Own
don't TELL me; how to write, them
oR wheRe tO pUt My cApitAls
Freedom from the system-
where o.n.l.y. meN speak
and 70% xof the world Sits, Silent,
means
I say what i Please an d put m y words
where like
I
consonantscrashingagainsteachother
vowels scampering off the pages
making land.scapes Shimmer-with dew, drops, (glisten)
Pale(iris(buds)) Peeping! intospring
lazily*
S T R E T C H I N G
F$Line after
noons
of^summer
frozen Morning
(fire leaves)
and <Silencing Snowflakes>
Take On Life
@my*pen*
(When) i escape from Grammar.
all my rules are -slipped-away-
the $tructure$
of my Life...
fallen. with My (words)
Which Soar
for their (limits) have vanished
each tiny *dot and ~curl disappeared
And I Am Free/
With My Words
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I like it Emi!
I haven't written a poem in a while...I need to do that...I really really should...hmmmmph...
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So um... does a song count as a poem? Well if it does, here it is:
Takes Something
Walking through the empty woods
Searching for something, I don't know
But when I find it, I'll know.
Because when I find it, my heart will beat...
Again.
And you know that takes something...
And what I'm looking for,
Could it possibly be you?
Because, every time I look at you
My heart starts to jump
Every time I see you smile
Warmth fills me up
Every time you hold my hand
I feel so alive...
I stumble across a vast meadow
Filled with grass and open skies
I look around, it seems so empty
But to my surprise, my heart starts to beat...
Again.
And you know that takes something...
And what I see out there,
Could it possibly be you?
Because, every time I look at you
My heart starts to jump
Every time I see you smile
Warmth fills me up
Every time you hold my hand
I feel so alive...
You don't know how you effect me
You say I have a way with charm,
But yours is so much stronger
Whenever I look in your eyes
I forget about everything around me
I forget about who I am inside.
And you know that takes something...
Every time I look at you
My heart starts to jump
Every time I see you smile
Warmth fills me up
Every time you hold my hand
I feel so alive...
And you know that takes something...
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I wrote it for a fanfic because I didn't feel like using a real song. What do you guys think?
EDIT: Just had to fix a few parts of the song that was bugging me. No biggie. I'm trying to put music to the song... if I get it down do you think I could post it on here? I don't know what site hosts... sounds. Haha.
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Cress, I'm impressed with the expression and, though it sounds a little ironic, the clarity of your poems. The first poem is such a human feel, but you set it in such, ehnn... I don't know, descriptive doesn't seem quite right, but you get the point-- such a lucid way. Very nice
Poem 2: I like this phrase a lot, I think you have something here : "My innocence here is in the simplicity of phrases"
Poem 3 sounds sort of blurry and soft at the beginning, but the ending feels a little jarring and clear cut which is sort of cool.
My only advice is to edit; a little less words to clean it up.
And that's my two cents, hahaha take what you will and do with it as you please
Edit: So now I have my own poem up open for scrutiny. (please be absolutely honest) This is what comes of too much candy, Sisterhood 2, Flogging Molly, and midnight. Heh heh But nonetheless it's a bout friendship *aww*
"Looking Out"
four boats
boats for
lapping up against the shore
run out
out run
fly to the deap ocean
stay tight
tightly stay
promise you won't go away
fish deep
deep fish
I will bring my sweetest dish
wind sun
sun wins
we will always meet ag'in
four, five
five for
I'll be there forever more
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Ok...so I don't exactly have any finished poetry, but I have pieces of poems that I would really like feedback on.
Poem 1
Don't wake me,
Please don't wake me
Oblivion has taken me
And life's too long you see
So just let me lie and sleep
I can't face every second pressing at the back of my eyes
But when my lids are closed I can't remember, time flies
Confusion is sparking in my sights
And I'm swaying on my feet
My days are flashing past, can't make sense, ends don't meet
So don't wake me
Please don't wake me
Poem 2
My innocence is here in this simplicity of phrases
But my thought, my feelings lost in a maelstrom of mazes
Please don't judge these lines
I'm writing out my truth
But if pretty lies are all you want
Move on to the next booth
Poem 3
I'm blurring at the edges
Losing myself to sleep
Piece by piece I fall away
So soft you can hear me weep
Under the broken sky light
I watch the clearing skies
And sometimes I wonder
Who hears the sun when it cries?
It's too late,
And I'm wrestling fate
I'll never choose
Suspended between love and joy,
tears and hate
I have to choose
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Save Darfur
They have
sorrow pain
tears screams
Save Darfur
China is
not acting
to help
Save Darfur
one world
one dream
china make
this true
you must
Save Darfur
but to
be fair
we aren't
helping much
Save Darfur
last time
this happened
six-million
people dead
Save Darfur
every one
can help
The world's
problem is
Our problem
Save Darfur
we are
the Children
we are
not Different
across the
world we
all Breathe
the same
Air we
Drink we
Eat we
fear Nightmares
the Unknown
and Death
Children of
the world
rejoice and
raise your
eyes to
the heavens
because pandora
never lost
our hope
-written by me, during Sosial Studies in 10 minuets whilst learning about Darfur.
[--edited to remove the double line-returns and help make the page a bit more readable. --kli]
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Just in case, I unlocked the Filk thread.
I'm afraid, I'm not much one for the filking, but I believe that Garrett has committed filk in the past. Sadly, most of the filk I know is computer-related (e.g., "Do It Yourself")
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Ooo, I didn't even think to search for a filk thread (that's what I get for being gone so long--I forget the basics!
).
But, yes, I'll be writing the tune as well. Though I usually leave the music writing to my filk partner in crime, who's got much more of a talent for it than I have.
*wanders over to the filk thread*
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Sounds good, Lady Rhi
Is there a tune that you're basing it on? Or are you writing the music to go with it as well?
I did a couple of YW filks to the tunes of various Christmas carols. On checking, I had even put them into a thread, which can be found over here: YW Filk. We even have a YW filk thread. I know mine are kinda corny, and I've tried to write a better one, but I haven't managed so far.
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Huh, I don't remember seeing this topic. But then then, I haven't been on in, oh forever.
I don't know how many of you know what filk is, but I'm trying to write a YW song. My writing partner's not much help, as she hasn't read the books (I'm trying, I'm trying). But I thought I might post the (tentative) chorus on her efor your reading enjoyment.
Here is the challenge, the choice and the fight:
Did I do good, did I do right?
Life's own defiance, 'til all our worlds end
Come into the magic, my partner, my friend
It's a work in progress...
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Ah, but that's the thing: I LIKE love...Love poems are my specielty! Didn't you notice that almost all the poems i wrote end with hope, or love, in the end? :P Everyone else can write depressing things...Me, i just want to point out that there's always hope.
(ANd i needed a rhym...plum pudding worked. :P)
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