Dude this is for poetry what we write not someone alse, even I enjoy thosen poems, but this is about our works

Written by Bad English on 03.02.2011 at 01:57

It's Ok

It is OK if I die, there is no need to cry
Those tears at my funeral and silently dancing on my grave

It is OK if I live, there is no need to smile
And hug me with a knife in your hand and stab me in my beck

It is OK if I can not breathe, there is no need to kiss me
Your tongue filling my lungs with gasoline and making me burn

It is OK if I can not run, there no need to wait for me
And lead me to fields where there is no way of returning

It is OK if I can not speak, there no need to talk in my place
And later use your words to make your own game

It is OK if I can not sleep, there is no need to sleep with me
And with your look make me wake up happy in eternity

It is OK, if I can not do anything right, there no need to scream at me
I like the way it goes, seems my life will have a tragic ending

Wow. That is impressive. There are the obvious spelling mistakes, but thats to be expected. The emotion's you are expressing are apparent, and they really do pierce. This is a really good poem. Good work.

Written by Wilkinson on 03.02.2011 at 14:12

I came to the realization that writing poetry is getting harder and harder :/ I've been writing some good and bad prose lately, but poetry is a bit more difficult for some reason. I will however share this with you, which is the last poem that I've written. Yes, I know, the typography is quite special.


I Saw your World torn apart by the Hate
I Saw the pallid halo of your grey lives
In my unseen Dreams, far beyond the Edge
I Saw what lies behind the dark Gates

Don't you Hear - don't you hear their cry?
Don't you Feel the Heartbeat of the Earth?
All around - the Whispers in the Trees
Don't you Know that you have gone blind?

I Sing with the Forest, and I Sing with the River
I Dance in the Fire, and I Sleep with the Moon
My Blood is Sap, and Stream, and Gold
I Create as I Speak, and I Create as I Breathe

I Taste the Wine from the Cup of Freedom
I Savour the Drink from the Chalice of Life
And Life flows in me, I Was, I Am and will Be
I Walk on the Path that will lead me Home

I Dream my world as I step on the Ship
I Sail away to my secret Abode
Flying through the Rainbow, lying in the Sun
I Join the Angel, the Dragon
[and the lonely Wolf

This is a really amazing poem. You sound almost as a prophet at some point, you speak as the earth at other points, and a mystic traveller at others. You seem to be listening to the voices I often speak of. Those be they angel or demon or prophet or simply the inner voice of the soul. This is both beautiful and epic (and by epic, it's the tone). I am simply amazed really and I love this poem very much. You should write fantasy novels. I think you've got the stuff to make them amazing in the way you write. The language, tone, and structure blow me away. In addition, this poem takes the imagination to visual ecstasy in the references you make. Simply amazing!

Thank you
This poem is quite personnal, actually, and it does mean quite a lot for me. As far as writing fantasy novels is concerned, I've tried that already.. Completed the first one (it's actually a novella, or whatever term can be used for 20,000 words) a couple of months ago

Not So Epic Poem no1.

A fanboy likes every film he watches
George Lucas ruins every film he touches

Gwen Stefani was better in No Doubt
Too bad Kamelot recently sold out

Me and my friends will be long deceased
Before Wintersun's Time is released

Still I think that life is great
As long as I can master every quest at Baldur's Gate

Written by Guest on 20.02.2011 at 10:48

Not So Epic Poem no1.

A fanboy likes every film he watches
George Lucas ruins every film he touches

Gwen Stefani was better in No Doubt
Too bad Kamelot recently sold out

Me and my friends will be long deceased
Before Wintersun's Time is released

Still I think that life is great
As long as I can master every quest at Baldur's Gate

Lol. It's good to see something different to the bleak, depressing and philosophical poetry that goes on here. It made me chuckle a little at least.

Written by whatsacow on 20.02.2011 at 21:59

Written by Guest on 20.02.2011 at 10:48

Not So Epic Poem no1.

A fanboy likes every film he watches
George Lucas ruins every film he touches

Gwen Stefani was better in No Doubt
Too bad Kamelot recently sold out

Me and my friends will be long deceased
Before Wintersun's Time is released

Still I think that life is great
As long as I can master every quest at Baldur's Gate

Lol. It's good to see something different to the bleak, depressing and philosophical poetry that goes on here. It made me chuckle a little at least.

Thanks! When I was a little younger I tried to write serious and philosophical poetry, but I just sucked at it, so I basically gave up and I've been a comedic poet ever since . Actually, I think I've never met anyone as un-poetic as me*

* that might not be a word.

Written by Guest on 20.02.2011 at 22:02

Written by whatsacow on 20.02.2011 at 21:59

Written by Guest on 20.02.2011 at 10:48

Not So Epic Poem no1.

A fanboy likes every film he watches
George Lucas ruins every film he touches

Gwen Stefani was better in No Doubt
Too bad Kamelot recently sold out

Me and my friends will be long deceased
Before Wintersun's Time is released

Still I think that life is great
As long as I can master every quest at Baldur's Gate

Lol. It's good to see something different to the bleak, depressing and philosophical poetry that goes on here. It made me chuckle a little at least.

Thanks! When I was a little younger I tried to write serious and philosophical poetry, but I just sucked at it, so I basically gave up and I've been a comedic poet ever since . Actually, I think I've never met anyone as un-poetic as me*

* that might not be a word.

Lol, well making up words is the first step to being a poet

Hi , I don't write lyric usually , my lyric is so short but i wanna know what's your idea , read and modify my lyric thanks




"Darkness Forever"

You're still furthering
How come ?
You're still suffering
Wherefore ?
You're still militating
For what ?
You're still waiting
For who ?

At last
The darkness will surround you
You'll spent from militate
Embrace your loneliness
It will remain whit you
Forever

Now open your eyes again
And you'll see it's passed too

@ErnilEnNaur: really good, hope you put a longer one for more lolz effect

I cant sleep for a days now,and each time I close my eyes this poem came across my mind....
It is raw ,unfinished,weird and it will be accompanied by music on my new demo(hopefully)

Possessed (Part two Infernal Chain)

she walks the unholy path
mistress of mist, temptress of night
she posess me every night
and watch the world through my eyes

and as the dream of faling
and painfull crush isnt enough
she rip my heart out and
scatter my body with a smile

and the pain i feel is gone
and once agin i am happy and not alone
then she carve her sign on my forhed
pile the parts of my body together

and with her's wet tongue she licks
my wounds and i revive....
and here's eyes watching me
and she whispers to me and smile

OK that was it...what do you think.....
As I said it is raw and weird....

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 27.02.2011 at 03:10

I cant sleep for a days now,and each time I close my eyes this poem came across my mind....
It is raw ,unfinished,weird and it will be accompanied by music on my new demo(hopefully)

Possessed (Part two Infernal Chain)

she walks the unholy path
mistress of mist, temptress of night
she posess me every night
and watch the world through my eyes

and as the dream of faling
and painfull crush isnt enough
she rip my heart out and
scatter my body with a smile

and the pain i feel is gone
and once agin i am happy and not alone
then she carve her sign on my forhed
pile the parts of my body together

and with her's wet tongue she licks
my wounds and i revive....
and here's eyes watching me
and she whispers to me and smile

OK that was it...what do you think.....
As I said it is raw and weird....

I like it. Kinda has a Mercyful Fate vibe to it. I can actually imagine King singing something like this. Good job

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 27.02.2011 at 03:10

I cant sleep for a days now,and each time I close my eyes this poem came across my mind....
It is raw ,unfinished,weird and it will be accompanied by music on my new demo(hopefully)

Possessed (Part two Infernal Chain)

she walks the unholy path
mistress of mist, temptress of night
she posess me every night
and watch the world through my eyes

and as the dream of faling
and painfull crush isnt enough
she rip my heart out and
scatter my body with a smile

and the pain i feel is gone
and once agin i am happy and not alone
then she carve her sign on my forhed
pile the parts of my body together

and with her's wet tongue she licks
my wounds and i revive....
and here's eyes watching me
and she whispers to me and smile

OK that was it...what do you think.....
As I said it is raw and weird....

I think it kinda looses power from the third stanza on to the finish, it started really good, do some tinkering here and there and it should finish well.

Written by Cyroth on 07.02.2011 at 00:37

Just finished writing a new one

Death, embrace or do me apart

My last words seem far from sight.
Past grips and seize, tears me apart.
Devouring will and mind
Creating this mirthless life.

Oh, when tears will fall to drown
I'll wash away my earthbound.
Cold as the soil below,
One with these hollow trees.

And how much do I treasure this life
And how much do I care
When death brings relief and end to despair
?when all fade to nowhere

So cries are shed for a measly token of happiness
Paving this life sealed in thin layers of misery.
With illusions filling the gaps of a half empty heart
Death, embrace or do me apart!

Ahh my computer closed down my browser before I could hit the post button! Grr!!

Let's see if I can remember what I wrote...

I have noted that you have all been commenting on each other's poems. That's wonderful! I know everyone, especially any new poets, appreciate this! Great Job! I'm really proud of you!

Sorry for being gone for so long. My life seems to never give me a break! They've been working me to death and the stress has had me with chest pains and anxiety attacks at times. But let's see what I can get done for you guys tonight...

This poem seems to need a bit of work, although I know your heart was in it. There were a few lines that threw me off a bit. Maybe you can clarify them for me.

The second line:
"Past grips and seize, tears me apart"

This one totally threw me off. What did you mean here?

The 3rd stanza seemed to be the strongest, and I found it amusing that almost every line ended with a rhyme. I think that was just pure happenstance lol... Still, I was very amused

Be this as it may, the final stanza was my favorite, even with the first line of it being a bit confusing in the imagery for me personally. Were cries heard or tears shed? I understand the reason for this small mistake, but would love to clarify for the imagery.

The next 2 lines were my favorites:
"Paving this life sealed in thin layers of misery.
With illusions filling the gaps of a half empty heart"

It appears that the writer is either starting to go mad or is trapped in a daydream here. I loved this reference, intended or not!

All in all, it was a good attempt and had some very good lines to it. Keep up the good work. Your next poem could be your masterpiece! I will try to rest my eyes a bit and prepare for work coming in shortly. I have to take my son to a doctor's appointment in the morning and will probably not have much of a chance for sleep at all, as I have work in the afternoon and evening as well. I had asked for a reduction in hours because of the stress, but it's just not possible to give them to me right now because of the things going on at work (part of which is one of the causes of my stress). I just can't win.

Keep up the great work everyone. I'm so happy this thread is seeing a fair amount of posts again. And I can't wait to read the funny poem everyone is talking about.

Cheers everyone! I hope to return soon with more energy so I can comment on more than just one poem.

Yours always,

Raging Dreamer

Written by whatsacow on 14.02.2011 at 08:45

Hero's hands bathed in innocent blood,
spirit frayed and jaded...
corrupt in his nature and breaking the hearts
of his admirers.
He dies slowly, his torment apparent,
The decisions he makes self justified.
He hides behind his mask of benevolence,
While inflicting his malevolence on those fragile and trusting.
The people looked up to him, a white knight...
Who's clothes have turned crimson.
Men, women, children are lost;
Their savior forever a memory.

I see you've been tinkering with word use here. Malevolence and Benevolence, aptly used. This seems to be a cleverly-disguised rant about someone in particular, perhaps a political figure. At least this is my interpretation. It could also be a poem about someone from a movie, but somehow I doubt that is the case. At any rate, the feelings seem to be loathing, disgustful. The subject of this poem makes no apologies for his behavior, and his comeuppance is reaped. The ending is still of tragedy all around and multiplied. Makes me wonder who this is REALLY about.

Good job on this. It's one for the analytical books, in my opinion. One could examine it and find various meanings, and that is sometimes quite interesting to do. Keep up the great work!

Angel Reaper - exelent, so scary, so awesome, its like a ghost of beloved once haunt you after you get a new GF, she returns and hounts you because you only you to shood be together, exelent work

A frenzied moment of despair,
The anarchaic urge of lust,
The frailty of life without a conscience...
Fingernails piercing through the skin,
trying to scratch an itch that will not cease...
The skin grows back, although not the same...
Deadened.
Calloused.
A reminder of past mistakes.
A forceful indication of everything you stood for,
Love. Morality. Mercy.
Awash in the sea of what could of been.
As nothingness stays and remains bitter,
whispering secrets of the void...
the abyss.
The abyss of your mind is where your self control remainds.

WAC one mor4e exelent work, I enjoy it a lot, awesome, each line has a mesenger, and pfislosfical meaning, good one

Black and white.
Colours dissipate.
Dissaray.
Confused in its simplicity...
Flaws in the logic.
Stains in my mind.
Destiny uncertain.
Free will or lack discipline?
Grey.
Morally ambiguous.
Sexually liberated.
Termed a slut.
Dreamlands uninhabited.
Thought process shut down.
An empty shell.
Spouting meaningless words.
Philosophy stems from boredom.
Wisdom is born of pain.
Peace springs forth from violence...
The effect supposedly justify the methods

Written by whatsacow on 15.02.2011 at 07:51


Minds eye sewn shut, no conscience or consciousness.
Dwelling physically, but seperated mentally and emotionally.
Slowly shrouding all my thoughts...
This chaos breeds mental lethargy,
emotions run still and tear themselves apart.
The hopeless void has become a chasm,
and it's collapsing in on itself.
So hard to breathe in this self made tomb...
You call it destruction, I call it art;

This one is interesting and seems to describe your feeling of separation from the world, of the madness endured and caused by these feelings. I love how you pull the shroud around yourself to hide.... And then the fact that this shuts you down to a dull numbness, where there is a lack of thought or energy or even emotion. Or at least you don't want to feel or think... The image of a giant chasm come crashing down on itself violently is quite something... The end line I had a hard time deciphering the first few times I read it... You call it art.. the art of the tomb you created? the art of a self-made world? either way, this is very sharp in its meaning. The only thing you need to fix is 'seperated' needs to be 'separated' since it is a misspell. Good job on this. Keep up the great work! Perhaps not one of your stronger poems, but still very strong in meaning...

Take care all.. It may take me a while to catch up on all the commenting, but I'll get there... It's been a rough couple of days, but things are smoothing out again a bit.... I hope to see you all again soon!


Yours always,

Raging Dreamer

Written by whatsacow on 16.02.2011 at 12:31

Autumn.
The calm before the storm.
Polishing up nature's death bed.
Twilight.
The dwindling of light,
the dwindling of hope.
Winter.
The death of beauty.
The cold embrace of hostility.
The ground covered in white, hearts covered in black
hands covered in red...
Hearts frozen, they shatter.
The shards pierce...
Evening.
When the world is in darkness.
They cannot see, they run in ignorance,
But not in bliss...
Fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of the darkness.
Fear of death.
It's all the same.

I find it interesting the way you wrote this, alternating between seasons and times of day, but both late. Late in the year and late in the day, at the times which are darkest. I would have liked to see you take on all 4 seasons and the various times of day, just to see the variance of contrast you could portray.

In all though, this is a very interesting piece, with some very sharp truths entwined. The last few lines were perhaps the sharpest, with the last line adding a punch of stark realization to the reader. You continue to be an extremely talented writer, even with the harsher tones you use. Great job! I look forward to your next installment.

Written by Gurth Bennas on 16.02.2011 at 19:33

This is another Sohrab Sepehri's song named "The Address":

"Where is the friend's house?," the rider asked in the twilight.
Heaven paused;
The passerby bestowed the flood of light on his lips to darkness of sands
And pointed to a poplar and said:

"Near the tree,
Is a garden-line greener than God's dream
Where love is bluer than the feathers of honesty.
Walk to the end of the lane which emerges from behind puberty,
Then turn towards the flower of solitude;
Two steps to the flower,
Stay by the eternal mythological fountain of earth
where a transparent fear will visit you.
In the flowing intimacy of the space you will hear a rustling sound:
You will see a child
Who has ascended a tall plane tree to pick up chicks from the nest of light.
Ask him:
Where is the friend's house?

Very interesting writing by this poet. I enjoyed the first one better, and found it interesting that the translation had rhyme...

This one seemed to have hidden meaning throughout, but some lines were a mystery, while others seemed to point towards sex and the stages of life. Very interesting though. Thank you for sharing.

Written by Guest on 20.02.2011 at 10:48

Not So Epic Poem no1.

A fanboy likes every film he watches
George Lucas ruins every film he touches

Gwen Stefani was better in No Doubt
Too bad Kamelot recently sold out

Me and my friends will be long deceased
Before Wintersun's Time is released

Still I think that life is great
As long as I can master every quest at Baldur's Gate

This was soooo funny it made me smile, and I really needed that. I hope you will post more funny poems here. It's like a breath of fresh air. Even though I love dark poetry and write much of it myself, its good to write something a bit lighthearted every once in a while. I wrote a few myself, though they are rare for me to write. Please post more soon!

Written by Raging Dreamer on 07.03.2011 at 08:45

Very interesting writing by this poet. I enjoyed the first one better, and found it interesting that the translation had rhyme...

This one seemed to have hidden meaning throughout, but some lines were a mystery, while others seemed to point towards sex and the stages of life. Very interesting though. Thank you for sharing.

you're welcome! btw, if you found it interesting you can see other poems of him in this site:www.sohrabsepehri.net (they're translated)

Written by akvan on 22.02.2011 at 15:39

"Darkness Forever"

You're still furthering
How come ?
You're still suffering
Wherefore ?
You're still militating
For what ?
You're still waiting
For who ?

At last
The darkness will surround you
You'll spent from militate
Embrace your loneliness
It will remain whit you
Forever

Now open your eyes again
And you'll see it's passed too

nice poem for a young person like you. keep on the good work and your progression!

Video game villain poem no1

I betrayed my king and my land
Now I sit upon an icy throne
I hold the Frostmorne in my hand
But I'm frozen to the bone

I've actually got a bit of a flue
My nose is running, I need to cough
Oh crap! Now what do I do?
It appears I've frozen my balls off!!!

Signed: Arthas, The Lich King

Had forgotten about this one..


Running on a path to places unknown
Fog before my eyes, rocks under my feet
I stumble and I fall, and I just can't get up
I can no longer breathe and my eyes are blinded

Where is the Magic, gentle song in the air?
Why is the Moonlight hidden behind the clouds?
The Wind is blowing but I feel no caress
In my hair wet with sweat, on my skin soaked in blood

The fangs of the Past have bitten me deep
Shadows of Tomorrow rising high above me
Today is but a lie, just a sigh in the wind
Pressure is on me, I can't find a way out

LET ME OUT!
Shine, o Light of my darkest hours
Or may the Night hide those hideous shapes

Shoulders not strong enough to carry the burden
And my eyes are to weak to peer into the Mist
Fingers crossed -- it's a lie, make-believe for the fools
Someone please help me out, I'll take your hand, I'll get up

I slow down my heartbeat, still suffocating
I see the distant light and the river below
A hand on my shoulder -- still trembling I stand up
The monster has been slain, the fight is over

12/02/2011

Written by akvan on 22.02.2011 at 15:39

Hi , I don't write lyric usually , my lyric is so short but i wanna know what's your idea , read and modify my lyric thanks




"Darkness Forever"

You're still furthering
How come ?
You're still suffering
Wherefore ?
You're still militating
For what ?
You're still waiting
For who ?

At last
The darkness will surround you
You'll spent from militate
Embrace your loneliness
It will remain whit you
Forever

Now open your eyes again
And you'll see it's passed too

Ah my computer has done it again. I don't know how to get it to stop.

Anyways,

This poem is so short and yet so profound in meaning. The last lines seal it, with such philosophical cleansing of reflection and a challenge to change...

You wanted to see our adaptations, but I won't change much, just tweak it a little...

Ok here's your lyrics with my slight changes, see what you think....

"Darkness Forever"

You're still fighting
How come?
You're still suffering
Wherefore?
You're still militating
For what?
You're still waiting
For whom?

At last
The darkness will surround you
You're spent from the struggle
Embrace your loneliness
It will remain with you
Forever

Now open your eyes again
And you'll see - it, too, has passed


You should write more. You seem to have a very deep thought pattern going on inside... It would be interesting to see what other thoughts you have bottled up in there.

Raging Dreamer

Written by Raging Dreamer on 09.03.2011 at 07:14

Written by akvan on 22.02.2011 at 15:39

Ah my computer has done it again. I don't know how to get it to stop.

Anyways,

This poem is so short and yet so profound in meaning. The last lines seal it, with such philosophical cleansing of reflection and a challenge to change...

You wanted to see our adaptations, but I won't change much, just tweak it a little...

Ok here's your lyrics with my slight changes, see what you think....

"Darkness Forever"

You're still fighting
How come?
You're still suffering
Wherefore?
You're still militating
For what?
You're still waiting
For whom?

At last
The darkness will surround you
You're spent from the struggle
Embrace your loneliness
It will remain with you
Forever

Now open your eyes again
And you'll see - it, too, has passed


You should write more. You seem to have a very deep thought pattern going on inside... It would be interesting to see what other thoughts you have bottled up in there.

Raging Dreamer

Thanks a lot for your attention , yes i think you really understand this lyric because your changes was really good

Wilkinson this is dream, thats how we feel in dre<m 1th 4 lines its perfect dream
also hair andb sweet its like nightmare, damn sometimes when its how my hair swetting at night I hate it good work I enjoy it

EWN - onec I wrote poem isnpirapted from playing PC games ;=)