Poetry
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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.)
Bad English Tage Westerlund |
21.09.2013 - 12:25
Lies Lies are not a sin, lies are needs to survive, we lie, to survive from punishment, we lie to survive, lies definitely are not a sin, there are no such therm sin, since good can be evil, and evil be good, depends from what point we are looking at, sin is fiction what was made to control, if you feel wrong inside you're guilty and understand it, but never show it to others, because life is crystal mascarade all we do are is lying, lying to survive, once you accept death and know you gonna die, it makes you above others, - government, society and politicians, it makes you stand closer to the gods, so dont eb afraid to lie to your parents, government, police, wife whatsoever , ite not a crime, not a sin , its surviving instinct
---- Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!! 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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Bad English Tage Westerlund |
27.09.2013 - 02:28
As virtual efects are closing in and brainwashed zombies walk among whit human remains and 22th entury digital efects are real and there left nobody to fuck and nobody can suck a dick to so Johney stick hsi dick to 22 th centuryt digital whore and in the end it was like fucking the air No efectnes at all, just a money wasted But what he can do, thet brainwashed fools are preaching, you need to fuck, you need to fuck
---- Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!! 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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Marcel Hubregtse Grumpy Old Fuck |
03.10.2013 - 03:42
I don't want to sound harsh, yet I do... Why do people post such atrociously bad poems in here? This thread proves properly good poems are the hardest things to write.
---- Member of the true crusade against European Flower Metal Yesterday is dead and gone, tomorrow is out of sight Dawn Crosby (r.i.p.) 05.04.1963 - 15.12.1996
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angel. Evil Butterfly |
03.10.2013 - 06:27 Written by Marcel Hubregtse on 03.10.2013 at 03:42 No it doesn't,you haven't read mine yet
---- The Fangirl.
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ANGEL REAPER |
03.10.2013 - 12:24 Written by Marcel Hubregtse on 03.10.2013 at 03:42 then you havent read my stuff yet!
---- "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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Sophist |
12.10.2013 - 04:42
Nepenthe Too much pride for a word, Not enough to ignore, It will be a long night. Too many questions, Not enough answers, A glass is perfect. Too many minutes, Not enough moments, Nurturing vice. Deconstruction insufficient, Poetry is poison, Balm is found in a myth.
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Monolithic ♠♠♠ |
04.11.2013 - 11:13
Let me see what I can come up with: Misunderstanding is a sin, When the eyes are not empty, But to the victim, it's a blessing, To hide the shame of self-pity. Wondering what reality looked like, If we were simple beings of sand, Gone into the past in a flash, Reaching out for a hand. It's the exodus for the enslaved, To escape into the light, Into an illusive dream, A glimpse upon the plight.
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angel. Evil Butterfly |
04.11.2013 - 15:28
One important part of poems is imagery, good use of languages to make images and to make music within words, another part of a good poem is to be witty, so say without saying, totally I mean it should make you feel enjoying it while reading it, you enjoy that much that you want to repeat it again in your mind unconsciously. I read rare poems like this here :/
---- The Fangirl.
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Lit. Account deleted |
04.11.2013 - 23:34 Lit.
Account deleted Written by angel. on 04.11.2013 at 15:28 True. Written by angel. on 04.11.2013 at 15:28 Not even remotely true. You're reading poetry on a website about metal music. It'd be incredibly foolish to expect constantly cheery poems here. Poems don't need wit and they don't need to be uplifting; they need to, as you said, paint an image and they need to express feelings.
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ANGEL REAPER |
05.11.2013 - 00:29
Like i give a shit about stuff i write ....
---- "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. Evil Butterfly |
05.11.2013 - 03:11 Written by Guest on 04.11.2013 at 23:34 By wit I meant being successful in arousing feelings and thoughts, like giving the reader a surprise or pushing the reader's attention to something.
---- The Fangirl.
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angel. Evil Butterfly |
05.11.2013 - 03:11
---- The Fangirl.
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Lit. Account deleted |
05.11.2013 - 03:15 Lit.
Account deleted Written by angel. on 05.11.2013 at 03:11 Again, not true. Poems don't have to invoke feelings; they can just entertain. If they manage to invoke feelings, then good for them. I personally don't care for poems that do that, then again I don't think I've even read a poem that's strong enough to do that. If I wanted to feel sadness, anger, etc., then I'd write my own poems. It's a vicious cycle. But I rarely write poems to express my feelings. Those are just no fun to write. That's why I write poems, because it's fun.
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angel. Evil Butterfly |
05.11.2013 - 03:22 Written by Guest on 05.11.2013 at 03:15 oh wow, a completely different point of view toward poetry, I read so many defamiliarizing stuffs on MS
---- The Fangirl.
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ANGEL REAPER |
05.11.2013 - 09:29 Written by angel. on 05.11.2013 at 03:11 never cared for that ability ...to write stuff ....nor for poetry as mater of fact
---- "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. Evil Butterfly |
05.11.2013 - 09:33 Written by ANGEL REAPER on 05.11.2013 at 09:29 but you had some quite good stuffs in previous pages
---- The Fangirl.
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ANGEL REAPER |
05.11.2013 - 09:53 Written by angel. on 05.11.2013 at 09:33 im a man of paradoxes
---- "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. Evil Butterfly |
05.11.2013 - 16:08 Written by ANGEL REAPER on 05.11.2013 at 09:53 say hello to woman of paradoxes
---- The Fangirl.
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IronAngel |
10.11.2013 - 13:11
Nice psychological defense from Reaper. You don't really have to put yourself out there, open to criticism, if you can just fall back on "I don't really care anyway." As for wit, I do think the best poems are clever. Not necessarily witty in he amusing sense, but good ideas. The topic can be somber, ecstatic or entirely banal. Conventional imagery and trite phrases are rarely good poetry if there's no new interpretation, unexpected twist or clever juxtaposition. But that's just me, I guess; I enjoy word-play and witticisms.
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angel. Evil Butterfly |
10.11.2013 - 17:56
I'd like to post one of my stuffs, I don't know if it's really considered poetry or nope, you tell me what is it, because I always have no idea where the hell those ryhmes or words are coming from, they just rush to my mind and I write them down, I mean I never sit down to write something intentionally, or maybe I did it rarely and the outcome was terrible for me, I always need inspirations otherwise I can't write at all, for me poetry is a way to express inner world and experiences within a crossover of music and words, blended with images and some messages. Please read and give me your thoughts on it, I may not post more of my writings here, but if anyone was really interested I can PM. And obviously I have all the rights of this, let me know if you wanted to use it, without my permission you are not allowed to use it anywhere else. Untitled 25th: They say rest in peace but if the ghosts should go on living that wouldn't be peace _I hope the ever life after death never exist_ I need to sleep in an endless night Thus I forget all my dead dreams I desire to fall in that abyss I may forget all that meant to exist...
---- The Fangirl.
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ANGEL REAPER |
11.11.2013 - 21:47
Die Death Dead Dead Inside Deadly Desire Death Only death Pain has gone It's dream time To sleep in cold embrace Mother earth greets her child Welcome home,here its time to stay Life you spent alone now has gone Wind is not cold,rain is no more Snow is dirt,frost is light Goodbye...
---- "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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Karlabos Meat and Potatos |
12.11.2013 - 01:42
I can hear Their wispy sweet breathing of the unease Their hazy sweeter pledging of decease Their scrappy clattering of development Crooning to their noise of disembowelment I can feel The blazing atmosphere of their despair The shining wicked glare of death stare The sultry mist of hate of the restless Digging me a vast hollow pit of nothingness I can see Wondrous damask blots of bloodshed Tremendous pattern spots that once bled Fools to face and stand the sieving Fighting to embrace the land of the living Among the wretches, I raise Refreshing, their shivering hoots of pain Enthralling, their unending chase for gain Why couldn't I rephrase my scorn claim "How good it is to be reborn again" Yep, I like rhymes =P
---- "Aah! The cat turned into a cat!" - Reimu Hakurei
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Monolithic ♠♠♠ |
12.11.2013 - 21:02
I was a dreamer swept away by the ocean of obsession, As hope uttered one last wail to regain possession, The world is neither bigger nor smaller for strangers of my kin, But the vision of peaceful co-existence is wearing thin.
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SolracV |
27.11.2013 - 17:00
Here is one I've made some time ago: "Tattered Bottle On Seas Of Broken Promises" I take your words and put them in this wooden box where lies all lies and hopes like timeless clocks. Every splinter digs through my flesh and bones. Shown, the feelings of a broken love, never fully born. Under scornful lullabies and pleasant suffering, I venture inside the lies; no winds, shattered wings. With flag in hands and heavy scented wine, I preach my convictions on your land so divine. But the cannons... Oh, sweet cannons of hypocrisy! Shooting on every damn direction the eye can see! Not only you're scarring this warior of a man, you are damaging your very own precious land! So tell me, tell me how does it feel to know the consequences of destroying a bond that clearly showed trust, passion, comfort and all things deeply desired and just simply letting pure love go to waste... go to waste. Yet, here I am, the fool singing his own foolsong drowning in sorrow I've dearly come to know. I'm just a tattered bottle, nothing more, nothing less, drifting on endless seas of broken promises.
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FOOCK Nam |
02.12.2013 - 03:56 Written by SolracV on 27.11.2013 at 17:00 Very well structure and rhythm.nice work
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FOOCK Nam |
02.12.2013 - 04:00 Written by ANGEL REAPER on 11.11.2013 at 21:47 The first 7 single words sentences is like rap,.. I feel so, somehow awkward too but just me personally, the rest till the end are so good..quite solid.
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Sophist |
02.12.2013 - 18:37
I guess the name for this one is nostalgia While drinking the glass the only taste is in the memory of the previous one, perhaps I've never enjoyed the first.
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Karlabos Meat and Potatos |
06.12.2013 - 02:23
I want to get my axe and go to the woods to act like a troll but mommy won't let me Melancholy and grimness take over the blue northern skies But not everything is rosy on the life of the misanthrope It's not always that the grim black metaller succeeds when he tries To set fire on the local church or to blaspheme against the pope. A true warrior carries his face paint everywhere, including school today on the break, a guy knocked me and left me to feel the pain Yeah, my colleagues like to mock me, but screw it! None of them are tr00. I laid on infirmary, hearing only the sound of the rain I came home, knowing I'd had to work, under the haunting cold breeze My heart was pumping hatred, my black and white face was full of gloom I thought: "Why don't I skip work, grab the axe of gods and bash some trees?" I went downstairs and asked mom, she replied: No way, go to your room! Now I gotta go back to bedroom, get the gel, take out my wig, try to straighten my short hair, while hearing Panzerfaust, full of bore, remove my beloved corpse paint which makes me feel I'm something big, and earn some more money, as a kind cashier on the local store.
---- "Aah! The cat turned into a cat!" - Reimu Hakurei
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FOOCK Nam |
06.12.2013 - 03:16 Written by Karlabos on 06.12.2013 at 02:23 Haha cool stuff, im no poetry expert but i like it sounds.
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Karlabos Meat and Potatos |
22.12.2013 - 02:23
Forest Of Shadows: A Million Dead Birds Laughing Lunatic Gods Unleashed Winds Of Plague In The Woods... Dark Angels Raised Fist Without Mercy, From Nowhere Rain Fell Within Scarlet Wings... Daylight Dies Upon A Burning Body, Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Sadistik Forest: The Foreshadowing Malevolent Creation. As I Lay Dying Fates Warning Voices Of Destiny Deals Death Before The Dawn... Whispering Forest: When Woods Make Graves Suffocation, Internal Suffering... Until Death Overtakes Me Six Feet Under.
---- "Aah! The cat turned into a cat!" - Reimu Hakurei
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