The Poetry Thread

[OldJake666]

I haven't been writing any poetry recently. I guess I realized I suck at it.

[CLANLESS]

I haven't been writing any poetry recently. I guess I realized I suck at it.

What was your point of writing poetry?

[OldJake666]

It was fun. A different art form that I hadn't really explored yet.

[Velocity Kendall]

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We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

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[Raoul Duke]

Here's a classic from Gil Scott Heron.

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I wuz already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wuzn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)

[Sir_E_Pent]

With auto correct in play
why worry today?
This system is so simple
the users have their pimple.
wow what a wonderful day.

Now with you in line
we can catch up on time
walking the day way.
go log in again
the keystroks aways been.

filter through the system
checking notes in line
streaming vids and music
wanting to turn a dime
man, did this blow your mind?

[CLANLESS]

It was fun. A different art form that I hadn't really explored yet.

That is a good reason. I think you should still do it if it's fun.




For me, I become crazy and anxious if I don't write. There are way too many notepad files scattered around my desktop.

Here is something;

I see it falling across the sky
its broken wings now burning with fire

the one who created something out of nothing

and out of darkness has brought forth light.

circumferencing around the globe
seeing everything, it closes its custard eyes.

(implication that the wings were made by the One itself, as it was trying to build its own wings, its own salvation, but has failed in the end)

[Sir_E_Pent]

A day came and then it went,
time that could have been better spent.
But a phrase passes through my head,
The wanting is better than having instead.

That statement has held me for the moment,
not sure how long one can last with torment.
But there's strength to remain still true,
to the only one who ever got through.

Now let more time pass through our hands,
As the days go and people befriend.
Stories are spread of what I'm doing,
I'm sure your proud of who your screwin.

And if you believe what I'm feeding you,
then I promise this, it's not the jew.
That guides this spirit through the dew,
But the one I cherrish, that one is you.

[ezekrialase]

I've been experimenting with poetry lately, and here's three I came up with.

The Artist's Soul

To put your love
and mind and time
into characters on a page,

or small drawings inside a book,
then to turn around one day

and notice
that your very soul
has been bled away,

would indeed seem sad to some
that did not know,
for how on earth could I convey?

that it has not died,
it lives outside me now
thus my soul shall see bright days

unimaginable by my mind,
who in giving thus received
a gift more precious than I can say.

Touch

You touch me
soft as silk newly worn,
and cold as snow
melted by the sun.

Hold Me Sweet

Hold me sweet
hold me still,
don't let me out of sight

for if you do
I'll fade away,
deep into the night

I'll live among the grass and trees,
hiding from the light

then I'll appear
in one thousand years,
bringing pain and fright

your tears for me will by then have dried
and all that once I had long died,
so I'll go sit beside our tree,
resigned to thoughts both wild and free
of time once spent
wrapped in your scent,
when we were left alone by time

don't let me go
don't let me fade
don't let me disappear

for if you do
I shan't return
for one thousand years

so hold me sweet
hold me still,
don't let me out of sight

for if you do
I'll fade away,
deep into the night.

[Velocity Kendall]

Heres one I call

The Fear of Fear of Fear

The void of torment torments my void
I fear my fear of fear itself!
But the seed of fear I need not fear,
for fear of fear is worse than fear itself!
I lie awake all night
Because I slept all day and didnt go to lectures
The sound of hatred shatters the quiet silence
Its my mum, calling to see if I need more money

[ezekrialase]

Loneliness

Loneliness
the cresting wave,
burning in the summer haze.

Loneliness
the shifting smile,
hidden by the night.

Loneliness
the foolish gaze,
staring back at me.

Loneliness
will never change
so don't bother to try.


Let the Fire Fade

oh let the fire fade,
let the evening die,
let time now roll away,
turn morning into night

now's the time to turn from day,
from light so blinding bright,
so let time gently roll away,
turn morning into night.

let the fire fade,
let the evening die,
let time now roll away,
turn morning into night.

[OldJake666]

Despair

I lie in my smelly room, suffering the pain of a thousand agonies!
Oh the bitter bitterness!
The bitter, bitter bitterness!
The wild flame of bitterness has sparked an even bigger, bitterer flame!
And that flame has burned a bitter bit of my heart to black ashes in the night!
My playstation3 is broken
Maybe Im not meditating enough?

Aw, was that a blatant blow towards me? Maybe it all was, but surely even my worst poetry wasn't that DeviantArt-ish.

Funny stuff, though.

Something I've learned about poetry, just through reading poetry, is that what is most important, as with all writing, are the sensations and feelings of the reader. You can write exceptionally passionate poetry, and even write beautifully, but the poem may fall short if the reader can not directly experience what you are talking about. It's an abridged form of story telling, in a way, and is as such much more urgent. We have to convey to the reader in one line or stanza what in a book may take up several pages. Because of this our writing has to be extremely sensuous.

Another thing is rhythm. It's hard to get the rhythm in a poem to feel right. All poems (and writing in general, one could argue) requires the right flow and rhythm to be most effective. The only way to really learn which rhythms seem right, however, is by reading a lot of poetry by a wide diversity of poets. It's something that will ingrain itself intuitively.

About rhyming: If the rhymes don't come naturally, and aren't fully in service to the poem, then don't rhyme. It's difficult to pull off a good rhyming poem. Hell, it's hard to write good poetry in general!

That said, I haven't been writing any poetry recently, but I have been reading some.

[Velocity Kendall]

Hehe Im only messing, I doubt there are many guys who havent at least contemplated writing slightly mawkish verses about feeling shitty.

[OldJake666]

And there's no need to mock meditation. Through any sort of grievances, or periods of pain as well as periods of joy, few things have helped me more in my life.

[Velocity Kendall]

Im glad it helped you with your period pains

[iambanana]

Wow, velocity, you're on a roll! I got a good couple of laughs there.

I don't know if songwriting is accepted here? Thought I'd contribute with a song I wrote and recorded just under a year ago. It's called Anhedonia and can be heard here: http://soundcloud.com/thewholeshebang
It's a bit more poppy and icky than the stuff I usually do. Well, so is that other Lost My Way song, but whatever.
Since this is, after all, a poetry thread, I'll post the lyrics as well.

Anhedonia
The simplest of beats
A one-hit retreat
On the FM
You do it to yourself

We'd like to think you're still here
We'd like to think you still feel
But you're fading
Like soft words on a mirror

We ran to the beach and got off our socks
And you went to town to get fucked up

Anhedonia, please let her be
She knows you much better than me
Oh she's young and she's in
But her world is a world full of sin
I bought a gun, I bought it for fun
I bought a gun, I bought it for fun

I tried to make things anew
I tried to look inside you
And there was nothing
In there for me to use

Saw you on Huron today
Mind all wasting away
Can you remember
How sweet we used to play?

Anhedonia, please let her be
She knows you much better than me
Oh she's young and she's in
But her world is a world full of sin
I bought a gun, I bought it for fun

[OldJake666]

Well if we're doing songs, here's one I wrote a few months ago. More folky than the ones I usually write. http://soundcloud.com/jkobrin/time-wont-let-me-go-demo

I remember the day she was taken away
I cried "Don't let her go!"
Oh the cold in her eyes extinguished my faith
for time has let her go

Oh the piper calls me to his gate
but time won't let me go
and into the dawn I carry my shame
for time won't let me go

Oh time may make me a beggar,
time may fill me with hate,
well I found a way to bury my pain
but time won't let me go

Oh time may make me a beggar,
time may fill me with hate,
well I found a way to bury my pain
Oh time please let me go

Oh time please let me go

[alesoun]

Illustration has changed a little (okay, maybe more than a little). An inkwell that belonged to a family named Sharp...

Poem by me.

[Conniekat8]

I used to be able to do some writing and poetry in my native language, since switching to English... forget it (I've gone almost completely visual since switching).
I think it might be very true, that a different part of the brain is engaged in a foreign language situation.

[ezekrialase]

The Blessed and the Damned

Let the Darkness envelope.
Let the Silence deafen.
Let the Demons roam.
Let the Senses fade,
and turn your Sightless eyes
towards what once was Heaven,
and Hear the ceaseless wailing
of the Blessed and the Damned.

[kev ferrara]

Been a long time since I was in such a bad mood that I had to write a poem. But here was one of the last ones I wrote, maybe a decade ago:

embittered by my tether stain
the ink pen scratched along the parchment of my isle.

sacrosanct alone
at the Houston of my travails
on Benzedrine and Al Capone
it developed with the evening lark,

a ghostly smoke click ritual pleased
morbid TV demeanor

Then but then
Joy came towards me on a street in Venice
grinning like the keys of a piano.
and shaking the smile tree in dry season
I came upon a clearing
in the nightly tar.

An ebullient dollop dolled mature.
A bouyant drop in armature
brings hard to shore aground.
An edifice of fog, a town,
a dueling glare, a daring growl,
a grueling dare, ungodly how the hour cares
for a tumbling ice cube child
in the wake of the last fair remaining,
last fair un-prefabricated maiden
fresh from startled pollen failed
now awakened to the mourning-aired
greyed-down version of her spire.

[Angel Intheuk]

I keep meaning to post this here. I think it's brilliant..Gordon Ramsay quotes as poetry:


A Gordon Ramsay Poem

Holy mackerel
It’s dry, the skin peels away from me
I’m amazed you’re still open
I feel like I’m on the Titanic
I’ve never seen anything so backwards


stupid cows

ramsay turns

expecting scallops

it’s raw

IT’S RAW

stupid cows




The blog ---> http://gordonramsaypoetry.tumblr.com/

[CLANLESS]

Thought this might be funny even though not mine.

a haiku about going to school tomorrow:

no no no no no

no no no no no no no

no no no no no

[Waxon]

Cheesy blues song I wrote. Maybe I'll record the song.

The devils puttin' on her dancing shoes
One sole at a time
Gonna paint this red town blue
Work her way down the lonesome line
One soul at a time
She wont stop til' she's satisfied your demise
I'm so frightened I'm not comin' out tonight

[CLANLESS]

Ask and receive, for your gifts will overflow
Acknowledge your wishes, and strength will follow
Say your prayers and it will come true
In whatever you do, God will work with you



Thanks for making the thread, Jake.

[Sir_E_Pent]

Five year ago today,
I was sent to play,
in a land without structure.

With a life left behind,
No one to tell time,
How far I will away.

It seems to me,
to little a plea,
to beg for a place to stay.

Now what to do,
five years a brew,
to go back that fateful day.

[Vulgar`]

Greetings, Mr. Sandman



The Turk fell into the sandpit
the sound was like a bag of rice plopping onto a pregnant belly
Split into quarts, drizzled over the sides
Balsamic in the blood drum, making tea dry & bitter
his vital organs and organic equilibrium
Spilled forth into the Aqaba sea
Which was the only “blue” that eyes could savor for a long stretch
Too much made you thirsty, city-sick
The desert does have a way of burying the deceased in a day’s time
It took his aspirations, yes it did
Confiscated it in a swift but brutal power grab of moisture
The bronze boots he flew about with did little for heat relief

chalked mouth for a chalk outline
A detective’s story erased by the erosion of the wind

Words left his mouth as if unspoken
Saliva, larva of tongue, dark crevices left as evidence
That a man once boomed from a knowledge-drilling concave
Where rivers of phosphate
and serpents of Arabic languages roamed

Sanskrit tablets written in octagonal whispers
Hissed about the shapeliness of shapeless landscapes
A farm that only grew grains of sand
Always happening upon travellers during a drought
drinking mirages with dry ice
Sipping the traditional universe from a silver tablespoon
It is ceremonial to do so

Shadows take form

The monster of every desert
is the towering, barebacked lack of water

Don’t be so polite to the blasted thing

You’ll
only slay it
when you cross it

[Sir_E_Pent]

Friday the Thirteen the days are melting away,
Can't believe how much fun I'm having today.
Now the end is coming true,
Spend the summer at the blue.

This is going to be so great,
Now that evals are strarting to quake.
The earth may spin round and round,
I don't have to live underground.

So follow your heart and remember what true,
A laugh from them is quite a brew.
Got room for many to enjoy a feast,
Nothing in my story carries a biest.

[StaticX]

Both are anxious that the world should be priest-governed, though they have probably never confessed so much, even to themselves. And the " fourteen " — or such of them as were old enough to hope and discuss their hopes — talked over their golden future. liking is a tender plant, and never thrives long when watered with tears. Let the 'arth around your married happiness be moistened by the dews of kindness.

[supreme]

I don't write too often; only when I'm really down on myself and feel like giving up on life itself, but it's something that I've carried along for a while and have been doing it on my own without really seeking to push it any further than what it ought to be: a piece of me.



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I'm so irritable
I know
I'm sorry thats the way it goes

I'm manic depressive
High one moment
and lowered without incentive

I come and go
Hibernate then explode

I wasn't there for a lot of moments that were important
I'm sorry for that and can only hope you understand
For everything I am, I guess I'm not that bad,
Just a little bit of both, so dont let go of my hand~

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God, why must we romanticize the past
while living like hell during the present, so cold?
The warm happiness never seemed to last
and all I dream for now is some rest for my old soul... </3
But my young heart screams not so fast!
How can I leave without being able to let go?

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nobody loves me the way you do
what's inside of me that no one else can see but you?
is it really there?
why can no one else feel its presence?
some say life is beautiful, and I can sense it
but I can also see it's rotten til it's very essence
it's just we don't wanna believe it
so we carry on with our ugly diseases...

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