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Posted by Soliloquy, 17.05.2006 - 03:24
anyways, you guys know the rules. post somethig you wrote, or a friend of yours wrote. or if you dont want to post some poem, you can always read others work and comment on that. unlike the last poetry thread, lets try to comment on every poem we get in.
(if you want me to add or remove something, just PM me, and i'll edit it right away.)
Raging Dreamer |
21.07.2011 - 07:51 Written by Bad English on 15.04.2011 at 13:28 The first poem sounds like longing, but the inability to do anything about it. you speak from your life and your reality. this has the feel of urban poetry to it. The second poem is pure emotion, and very beautiful. I love the phrase 'I'm running down a dream'. Such a beautiful picture and feeling comes to mind just with that one phrase. The third poem is a bit confusing, but I love the concept of time and weekdays. Very interesting... I think you would spell much better if you slowed down your typing a bit. It seems like most of your mistakes are typos, and not a problem with the language barrier. Keep up the good work. You always have interesting things to say!
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whatsacow |
21.07.2011 - 08:10 Written by Raging Dreamer on 21.07.2011 at 07:39 Thankyou. The publishing is going alright. I sent them five poems, and they've published three thus far, but told me to keep sending them in, and they'll keep publishing. They rejected one because it was blatantly about suicide, the bastards. Oh well, political correctness will continue to rule over art for many years to come. Not that I'm conceited enough to think of my work as art
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
21.07.2011 - 12:51
RD - 1th is how I felt beck time I wrote it and what ppl I see and 2 is about some girl, more I saw feeling what you have cominicating 1th time in day times it starts and it ends at some time at day and till enxt day si generaky its emotions , but secend also lil about live and other ppl around last one is weird its there I cantch last secends of insipration
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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22.07.2011 - 00:45 BreadGod
Account deleted Written by Raging Dreamer on 21.07.2011 at 07:18 Most of the stuff I know about poetry I learned from the works of Walt Whitman. During a time when everyone adhered to strict rules, rhyming, and meter, he broke away from all of that. Although he repeats words and phrases to give the reader the sensation of a beat, his poetry, for the most part, have no rhyming or meter. His works essentially taught me that poetry doesn't have to rhyme, which is good for me because I can't rhyme for shit. Also, the man's writing was absolutely beautiful: America Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother, Chair'd in the adamant of Time.
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therest |
28.07.2011 - 22:41
My first attempt to write a heroic/romantic poem. It's inspired by a Leonard Cohen song "The Traitor", more percisely the lines "The dreamers ride against the men of action. See the men of action falling back." the legion Our will shall be done - the purposlessness, the last reasonable act. We carry no weapons and we follow this only command. And we BUILD our steeds of scrap metal into this one machine and those plates, those helmets are little too heavy, a little to big for us. But our platoon need not look noble for where we're heading there is no need for that. And now that the legion is ready ?To north!" the voice cries and on our rusted machine will be rolling against the people, the faith, the time But you - there riding against us, there to remember, to keep this story alive - on the last field, put up a plaque, please no names, just: HERE THE LAST GOOD LOSERS LIE AND THIS SIGN - A REWARD FOR THEIR ONLY DESPERATE ACT ("To north!" tries to be a reference to Caesar and his campaign, but I'm not sure it's very obvious, so I'll just point that out.)
---- "It's because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything." - Homer Simpson "Then hold to the fading colors The grayest of life is yet to come" - Întunecatul
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therest |
28.07.2011 - 22:55 Written by whatsacow on 14.04.2011 at 03:15 Very nice line. (I'm not much of a 'holist', I guess )
---- "It's because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything." - Homer Simpson "Then hold to the fading colors The grayest of life is yet to come" - Întunecatul
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
24.08.2011 - 22:53
Diluted love I feel this insecure feeling, diluted love When I linger in this solitude, I see what broken hopes realy are When I search for switch, this lift is falling down .... I feel this sensible feeling, diluted love When I kiss it feels like Ive drowning in this restless sea Or climbing to the hilltop , but can not find a place where put final steps I feel this polution, diluted love When I see a daylight, and day starts at 10 am In this 11th hour I can not open my eyes, my window also'r dark I feel this poison, diluted love Recahing hand what saves the day But like a doomed one dead is always on my way no title There was a time when you to me like a falling rain make me running down I saved you rom the cold, but whisky burning like a gassoline hey girl,. I told you once, you must slowing down I wasnot that who let you down I was not that who did not explain why I didnt know you saw ''dying'' making ''coffin ships to sail away There is no reaosn Looking for my face in fancy nightclub Hope to see me whit someone else There is no reason say goodby , left those things, left to die start a new day whit saying good bye You make me Cry in the rain and see all what you left befindand open new sunshine for me afer rain, no you're not comming beck Kill Me Im walking in the shadows , I give up higest hopes give up love and my handgun to You better kill me, 'cause I will keep on walking 1000 miles forvards to this highway of my destiny A 1miljon miles is over, still I cant see crosroads of my life You better kill me, 'cause i know I wasted all Miles in nowhere, like a skycraper in a fog No end, no sky , no way to see and feel Just a thinkgs what never will be real My Colors Im black...I never will recah a stars or enter in paradise , in promisland whit anger in my hands Im white...I never will fall agan Or enter to those fields of immortality Im blue...reaching for the sky Remebering Icarus...I wanna fly Im red....bleeding out In silant dreams, feels like Im not dreaming Im yellow .... com on closer and like me Iike a summer, touch me, 'cause I might get cold again Im pink...my soul ''stinks'' I know a reaosn, but there no reason to explain Im green...I dont want to lie I want to go, go beck home agan Im rainbow...Im all in one
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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Cyroth |
30.08.2011 - 17:37
I'm back after a really big break from writing. As usual my life fuels my writing, so here it is... My mind's exile Behind the wall of words nothing matters For it all fades at the switch of a button Behind this wall of imagery Lies only misery Can I comprehend with it all, survive the fall? Plunge through the gates of misery once more For me, forever an open door Like a prisoner I've carved lines upon the wall of words This longing feeling fills me up As I try to reach your eyes with my memories But there is no ease This life, it cannot please And so falls another piece In this life that cannot please Hours pass in my mind's exile Still I, paint these empty walls in nothingness So bleak, so colorless It is my mind's exile, for I shall stay here for awhile Until the tides of memories retreat Under the struggling heart beat
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whatsacow |
12.09.2011 - 18:18
So, after a long break, I've returned to poetry, with a poem that is a little different from usual. Hell, I even named this one Hoping to kickstart this thread again, as I miss reading all of your awesome poems. Even though I don't criticise other peoms, I do love reading them, so hurry up and Start posting!!!! Seperate Ways Humbled by your existence, I take my vow... When misanthropy settles, I won't take your hand. When the clouds start to part, and I stand in awe. At a beauty no longer hidden. When wisdom is all but exiled, you light the way. No malevolent force to bind you now, Open the door and run free. Who am I to stand in your way? Who am I to hold you back? There is a world that stands before you... Humbled by your embrace, as we say goodbye. I'll watch from a greater distance, but it's you who leads the way. Find your own path now, further yourself from here, You've been caged for far too long, spread your wings, take flight And leave me be.
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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whatsacow |
14.09.2011 - 22:14
A return to rhyming for me. Ballad of Cecelia The apparitions of the soulless keep watch, as shadows pass from surface to surface. The feel is haunting, yet serene, beauty and anguish engulf this place. The deadened trees, with their foliage long since departed, their presence lingering forevermore; unlike the being that hangs underneath. A girl I used to adore. Images of vibrancy fill the mind, a past I once swore to forget. Bitter tears escape me, as my mind fills with regret, over "I love you's" left unspoken, over the bitter words we had shared As I leave all have to remember her by, is her cold, dead, blank stare.
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
22.09.2011 - 21:42
If I Die If I die old, only wind will remember my name blowing true empty city streets in cold winter night If I die now (young), only few will remember my name in cold and lonely winter days, when candle stop sending its grace If I die old, only rain will remember my name falling down from sky, like bullets take down innocent If I die now (young), only crimson will remember my name crying in a sandy beach of poison sandy shore If I die old, only few will remember my name when they will create new life, without guilt If I die now (young), ''beloved'' will remember my name Trying answer questions about own misery If I die old, only autumn leaves who's falling down, will remember my name While air make them do wicked dance If I die now(young), only storm will remember my name, creating catastrophe of human disgrace
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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Cyroth |
23.09.2011 - 22:45
This one is kinda of an experiment, cut it in half and you'll see the rhyming is like mirrored. Alongside forever My own dark light buried inside Far through our lost eyes Lost to our mortal way My drunken state, I cannot hide Deeper down the path of lies Forever is one, painted grey No running away from this dark state we're under Here our minds, graven in sadness Filled by darkness Sanity, oh, how much we want her But she constantly runs away Under everyday's begging cries Smashing us against a wall like a merciless tide So departed, so led astray Our light fades, our last hour dies Soon hand in hand, you and I, alongside
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whatsacow |
25.09.2011 - 13:18 Written by Bad English on 22.09.2011 at 21:42 This is quite a powerful poem. Apart from the obvious spelling and grammatical errors this is amazing. Do you want me to fix up the errors and repost it? Because trying to work out some of the words killed the flow and feel a lot for me.
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
25.09.2011 - 17:40 Written by whatsacow on 25.09.2011 at 13:18 Thank's and yes I do, feel free do it
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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ANGEL REAPER |
28.09.2011 - 02:28
Under the black wings of raven Far above the frosted ground The tortured soul begins its departure To the sky,beyond the horizon The Raven,a carrier of the dead Steady on its route to heavens Carried by the winds of bonfires And of battles,and of shores in flames You now take care of my brother Not in blood,but in arms Till he reach the land of the dead The place in which I will arrive one day
---- "Cross is only an iron,hope is just an illusion,freedom is nothing but a name..." "Build your walls of the dead stone...Build your roofs of a dead wood..Build your dreams of a dead thoughts"
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ANGEL REAPER |
09.10.2011 - 20:59
Still not finished but its good stuff Destroyer... Abuser... Hunter... Molestor... Her horns are twisted and nails are sharp Pale body with hundred eyes Trickster... Savier... Hunter... Defiler... Her eyes are all red and lips are black Pale bride of death
---- "Cross is only an iron,hope is just an illusion,freedom is nothing but a name..." "Build your walls of the dead stone...Build your roofs of a dead wood..Build your dreams of a dead thoughts"
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brapp32 Posts: 294 |
09.10.2011 - 23:42
Push of a button Pull of a trigger Deciding our fate The weight of a finger One minute we're here Next moment we're not With a blink of an eye Our future is shot Don't take it for granted We could be gone in a snap Gone forever We take a permanent nap
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Lit. Account deleted |
10.10.2011 - 02:36 Lit.
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I just spit out this one a bit ago, don't make much sense really, but I like it. Tokyo Mars Warning Lost in the blackest skies Littered with one million eyes The hand descends to Earth Burned by the touch He stands in the river He waits to die But he knows he can't deny The beauty of eternity that shall fall Underground they crawl up Pierced the skin of the Mother To watch the show Why they come, they all know Black turns to orange The sky lights on fire They stare to the Heavens To view the beauty from deepest Hell
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BreadGod Account deleted |
17.10.2011 - 06:36 BreadGod
Account deleted Written by Guest on 10.10.2011 at 02:36 That's alright. Most modern poetry doesn't make much sense. Have you read the works of E.E. Cummings?
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Wilkinson |
17.10.2011 - 17:12
I've just completed two poems, at last.. Not feeling ready to share them in the open yet, but I will try to post them here in time..
---- Can you hear the Tales from the Ocean Submerged cities and haunted wrecks Can you hear the Tales from Nowhere The wind will tell you, if you listen After the Rain.. http://running-after-the-rainbow.blogspot.com
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brapp32 Posts: 294 |
30.10.2011 - 23:08
Padded walls or a padded box 6 feet under or a jacket that locks For an insane man These are the choices he's got Which will come first That all depends We can't see the future Not sure where it ends
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whatsacow |
31.10.2011 - 00:57 Written by therest on 28.07.2011 at 22:55 Holist? Do you mean christian? Because I'm not either lol.
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
03.11.2011 - 01:48
I dont know if there be more , but those 2 are not one, its 2 poems, I dont know if I will write something like this, so far only 2 poems, I might continue whyle Im in this melanholical thoughts about death period , I hope I will 1) In those foggy fields close to wastelands, I wander in solitude and sorrow, I glimmer. I cannot live, I cannot die; I cannot enter in afterlife, cannot go back to mortal life. I cannot see, don't know anything; questions and no answer. There beginning but no end. I stand near gravestone and ask to myself: where I am going with this... 2) In a churchyard, I open cemetery gates, opening a window to my soul. Searching for missing life, cleansing my soul. I light a candle of doom and hope to die alone. In never-ending pain and misery, what's destroying my landscapes: Unwanted memories haunting me again. I remember river, and water that was still; now depressive bloodstream, make my brain explode. I cannot be loved in life this time... I'm welcome to dying PS Thank's WAO for spelling czeck
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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Cyroth |
05.11.2011 - 23:34
These earthly wounds Suffocating into an ocean of heartbeats This walk of loss ever so often repeats. Into the mourning times we share Through dying days full of despair. As I, wonder, does this anguish end? Or do we all become torn and bent, Struggling above a sinking soil Leading us to future times Yet still, doom shows itself above the soil Through an earthly wound of autumn coil. The blanket of leaves beneath our feet, Join nature and let us weep. Every moment is a given death For someone, their last breath. So struggle for some peace of mind Before time forgets you behind.
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ANGEL REAPER |
26.11.2011 - 13:51
Ok here is the another one: i have trouble with first verse (its too long) but i think that this one is pretty good Evolution set in motion By blades of war Near fire,strange creatures dance They are yet to be called men Eye for an eye Revenge leads to extermination Tooth for tooth Confusing own blood for God's In quest to get stronger All means are exploited With power that harness stars The hell is unleashed Left alone,hidden in dark Deep in mother earth The Caterpillar awaits To morph into butterfly
---- "Cross is only an iron,hope is just an illusion,freedom is nothing but a name..." "Build your walls of the dead stone...Build your roofs of a dead wood..Build your dreams of a dead thoughts"
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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
04.12.2011 - 18:34
Swimming In The Cold River I'm swimming in the cold river I want to swim away from this life Drown and die into water, in these dark waves I see a crimson siren calling my name deep down, deep down She's calling my name, I will make my journey down I'm swimming in the cold river Floating away from this life, what is wasted anyway I'm frozen now, but nobody is calling for me To crimson wasteland, I want to go Spirit is free, unalive body , the sea it flows I'm drowning in the cold river No title There comes a light in a darkened land under funeral winds of dying winter where solitude is away for a while In sunshine like a dead man I smile Mournful melodies at cold night When melting snow is the same as ashes New flowers are to weak to feel warm summer wind All will die again in another autumn day Should I be remembered? Should I be remembered? Under dark sky's Where crimson turns to gold I fade away Should I be remembered? When heaven crying In misty season I fade away Should I be remembered? In a silent night when ice turns to water I fade away Should I be remembered? In a cold cell When light shines into this tomb, I fade away Should I be remembered? Under old dead tree Where gallows once were I fade away
---- I stand whit Ukraine and Israel. They have right to defend own citizens. Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die'' apos;' [image] I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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whatsacow |
20.12.2011 - 21:56
Annual Despair Family gathers with Christmas cheer, with verbose discussions of the previous year. It's been three seconds and my father already reeks of beer, fulfilling all my previous fears. You see they tell you Christmas is about family and mirth, They forget to mention the corrosion of self worth or the snarling, screaming, kicking birth of despair and sustained periods of rough. You know whatever present you get won't be good enough, So give up! And buy the bastards store credit. At least then you won't regret it, when you see them returning those costly, heartfelt presents. Because you see Christmas is all about consumerism, And causing family rifts and schisms, forgetting any pleasant mannerisms, Loathing others and yourself, Drinking yourself into bad health, Abusing anyone who dare try to help. Financial and emotional fear, an unstoppable, constant flow of tears and as Christmas moves from present to rear You thank god this only happens once a year.
---- When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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Cyroth |
05.01.2012 - 10:08
Well, yesterday she broke up with me, so I needed to write down what I felt. Destructive I cannot hide from myself my weeping heart And no grave in which I bury my grief is big enough Why, why won't you leave me at peace? My mind poisoned from you that I miss Why does it feel heavier than gravity itself? When you break your own for another heart You create this vivid picture of a murderous art From which you can't really depart And it can't be explained why every action is irrational So self-hurtful and destructive The end decision so attractive That you'd prefer something more fictional With odds of suffering again Bring yourself to carry this burden of grief Fool yourself into belief This heart stain can't bring more pain
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ANGEL REAPER |
16.01.2012 - 00:09
Thieves Stealing from life, looting the death Took what we can, than run away Leave no trace, disappear at will Own what you want, keep what you've killed Pray to no gods, bound to no man With delight we raise hell Raiding the lands, mocking the kings For dead we have no tears Without colors ,side by side Under one banner we are gathered My brother is one Who sheds blood with me Destroyers we are,vultures of men And life here is always so cheap But with lustful women filled Its Full of battles and feasts
---- "Cross is only an iron,hope is just an illusion,freedom is nothing but a name..." "Build your walls of the dead stone...Build your roofs of a dead wood..Build your dreams of a dead thoughts"
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3rdWorld China was a neat |
16.01.2012 - 12:43 Written by ANGEL REAPER on 16.01.2012 at 00:09 Nice one. Btw, how long will it take you to finish up a single poem???
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