Reincarnation of the poetry thread

[dre bin laden]

hah thank you! most people don't get it.....

[Childe_Roland]

Still within motion
Passing faces their
Graceless offering
Like books on the shelf
You can read
But are promised
Nothing

Each day
Bright flowers
Unrusted new
Polished words
Not yet marked
Scored, scorned
Forgotten

Which way knows
Still water
The end of asking
False prophet
Free to good home
Lies in gilt and velvet
Are still lies

And each day now
Falling leaves
Brittle brown maps
Forever gone away
Passing faces
The last payphone
Ringing

Click

Dial tone

[Aaroneet]

Revulsed and wanting

Or in wholeness nonetheless

Locked through the once empathetic

and now idled distress

Which condescends slowly higher

and in duller keen

Mocks itself in cleanliness that becomes

near obscene

And through fixed subtlety unfixes its ego

to a fine-tuned and temporary permanence

In the clearly confused free fall of a peacefully

crazed decadence.

[HumanePain]

Childe_Roland: wonderfully alone termination! Awesome.

Aaroneet: I liked yours too but then I was confused by
"temporary permanence". The rest of it flowed beautifully and made sense to me until that contradiction, which seemed to make the poem only a combination of words. What did you mean by that? O_o

[xParadigmx]

seeing you again stopped my heart
your image was blurry, but one look was all it took.
a couple seconds of being dead reminded me
of pine trees and the cold,
snowflakes on your eyelashes as you tried not to throw up,
the way you used to sneak through the house at night.
flashes of our lives together,
two children trying to prove them wrong.
forever HAS to be more than year,
more than days and nights alone,
more than money, or faith.
And surely love has to be more than pain.




eh, rough day. i JUST made this up, help me out with a little editing advice, ive been up all night.

[Aaroneet]

Originally Posted by HumanePain

Childe_Roland: wonderfully alone termination! Awesome.

Aaroneet: I liked yours too but then I was confused by
"temporary permanence". The rest of it flowed beautifully and made sense to me until that contradiction, which seemed to make the poem only a combination of words. What did you mean by that? O_o

I was messing around with wordplay and got a little carried away. I've been trying to change my writing a little bit, and am a little rough.

[Aaroneet]

Edited.........

Originally Posted by Aaroneet

Revulsed and wanting

Or in wholeness nonetheless

Locked through the once empathetic

and now idled distress

Which condescends slowly higher

and in duller keen

Mocks itself in cleanliness that becomes

near obscene

And through fixed subtlety unfixes its ego

to a fine-tuned and fleeting permanence

In the clearly confused free fall of a peacefully

crazed decadence.

[Aaroneet]

Daftly wanting more

In swift yet greater lessers

That augment themselves and regard nothing

Between embittered sweetness

Which wraps itself in cliches both swift and daunting

Or by the by unwrapped

Through oddly tethered contradictions

that clash in vibrant harmony

To a finely tuned and now intrepid,

violent shift of apathy.

[XxBloodyrosexX]

I have this old one on my computer that I wrote in either 7th or 8th grade. It's called cold.
Cold
The heat.
Rushing into my body,
Burning my feelings,
Into my mind.
I want cool,
Cold.
My face finds metal.
Cold, hard metal.
I welcome it. Arching its dark wings,
Throughout me,
Through my flesh,
Into my blood,
Carving its way
Into my bones,
Seeping into my very core.
Refreshing,
Cleansing,
Purifying me.
The cool cannot reach everywhere,
There will always be hot-spots
Of great fires.
Passions smoldering,
Safely.
Always that cold
To keep it in check.
What would life be
Without fire?
Burning desires,
Passions?
Pure cold.
Frost-nipped souls.
No release.
Cold.

[XxBloodyrosexX]

oh, I thought of one on the spot let's see rhyming....
I don't have a title, My time? IDk

My time is the night time.
When all the confusing shapes and shades of day
are consumed by the overwhelming gray.

Do you like? maybe I should call it 'Gray'

[Apathy's_Child]

Originally Posted by XxBloodyrosexX

oh, I thought of one on the spot let's see rhyming....
I don't have a title, My time? IDk

My time is the night time.
When all the confusing shapes and shades of day
are consumed by the overwhelming gray.

Do you like? maybe I should call it 'Gray'

"Anytime, Gray or Night" is punchier.

[dre bin laden]

so i wrote a love poem. it's about some asshole.

insomniac:
what will you say to me when fate overrides this?
will you stick out your chest and pout your lips,
or shoot a drunken stare at the frail nudity posted on your decaying walls?
fake breasts and teased hair,
the smiling matadors displaying their red.
i took your wideness for depth and now
i shiver in mid submersion.
they say (and i agree):
"it's been two years, why don't you just forget him?"
well, you are the adhesion at the bottom of my cup.
you are the resin on my fingers.
the friction of an eraser has vanished your boldness,
but the creases will forever remain in the paper.
in truth, i must say i have kept myself occupied:
baking powder, comedy, soft jazz;
but at night my mendable pillow morphs into you
a fabricated yet amorous companion who you could never amount to.

[dre bin laden]

its ok you guys can tell me it's shitty. i feel like i killed this thread........ IM SORRY I KILLED THE THREAD WITH MY POETRY

[Jillian May Scortfil]

alright, I think I should post a poem of mine too... although it might seem a bit weird to you people, it's full of meaning for me...


- Won’t you see me? -

You’re so far away
And I’m in so much pain
That exists only for you...
Won’t you ever be here?
My heart’s pulse to hear
As it beats solely for you...
So right, yet so false love...
Won’t you cast a look my way?
Won’t you notice for once how I long for you to see me?
Don’t you ever notice how my eyes never leave you, how my hands long to touch you?
Don’t you ever see that I’m dying each time you don’t notice me, each time you ignore me?
Doesn’t your heart feel a little sympathy for my torture?
Does it ever feel anything at all?
Is your heart made of steel or stone?
‘Cause there’s no way it’s a human heart, or it would have crumpled at the sight of my own, very human heart wilting for you...
I know you don’t love me, you never did and never will...
But, can’t you just for once see me??


It was written about a guy in my ex-school with whom I'd fallen in love and who never once noticed me... well, at first he did, oh did he notice me! but then... something happened, I can't pinpoint what, and he just stopped acknowledging me... it's sad, I know, but it still hurts, and it's been almost a year since then...

[dre bin laden]

i don't mean to sound like a complete bitch but....


..i feel better about my poetry now.

[dre bin laden]

OKAY I SOUNDED LIKE A COMPLETE BITCH i deserve whatever you guys wanna burn me with .....

[Nightmare-Neverending]

I write poetry a bit, I hate sharing most of it cause I always think its gonna suck...here is something I've been working on recently, not one of my better ones...I'm gonna see if I can't see where I put my back up drive with most of my better work on it to post any of that, but this is here for now:

I love the feel of the handle
Blade shimmer in light of candle
A smile of a thought
And what I have wrought

The smile of the thought begins to buckle
I raise the knife
Rage filled cut
I can still hear my master’s chuckle

Through and through I regret it more and more
The blade sunk into its home
And His footsteps left me all alone
My hand stilled by voice’s tone

Maybe tomorrow
Maybe I will raise my hand
And let my voice cry victory
And draw MY line in the sand
And let my slavery be history
But for now
I go gentle into that good night

I don't know if anyone's gonna like it...I was inspired to write it because of someone I know.

[Jillian May Scortfil]

Nightmare-Neverending wow! i really liked your poem! it felt so... rebelling! :P i know i'm rambling but... well, you get my point! i'm just in awe of it!

[Murasaki eyeliner]

To try and wipe out nothing
It’s truly not a crime
To destroy your lovely degradation
Is barely worth my time

You’re peering round the corner
Im lurking at the gate
You don’t seem to notice me at first
But by then it’s far too late

The fractal web of moonlight
Upon your onyx hair
Makes me wonder for a second
Who should be waiting there?

At the corner of the alley
On which your eyes alight
Empty save for the lonely scratchings
Of other creatures of the night

You’re hardly worth the prowling
A piece of human trash
My thoughts wording makes me wonder
For im not usually this crass

But then you really are disgusting
Like all others of your ilk
Better your breath rent in cold stanzas
That your legs spread out in silk

I look down upon my fingers
Sheathed in purple lace
That left your echo in the lamplight
A dead smile upon your face

[Jillian May Scortfil]

Change of season
Autumn of prison
Little boy lost
In the crimson fall...
Autumn has his heart
Claws his way through the dark
Little boy lost
In the grey fog...
Weeping in his corner
Tears of a loner
Little boy lost
In this cruel world...
Hold him close to my heart
Never knew he loved that
He’s...
My little boy lost
So very lost...

[Jillian May Scortfil]

-The darkest recesses of my heart-

“The darkest recesses of my heart
Are the ones that are never reached by your light
The ones that have me constantly on the verge of frustrated tears
The darkest recesses of my heart
Are the ones you’ll never know, the ones that scar my thoughts
And cast shadows on my immortal love
The ones I can’t dispose of
The darkest recesses of my heart
Are the other me, only draped in shadows...”

-These rainy days-

“These rainy days, with clouds so black
These empty tears, these times flowing fast
They make me crave for the past
For the sweet bliss of ignorance
To embrace my pain, in deliverance
To fall away, to fade to grey
To mourn my loss of dignity
When all was fallen from grace...”

-Bound together-

“And hollow I walked, through the painful thorns
And void I talked, with soft whispers to the fog
All is done for, all is gone
All that’s left is my heart of stone

My veins throb with longing for the past
Nothing should ever have been like that
As our bloodied lips, met in a kiss
Our death was wrapped in sweet bliss

Bound together for eternity
We were sacrificed to vanity
We were wed in endless pain
Bound together, dead in vain”

-Long dead and gone-

“Darkness casts shadows on the sands of a thousand deserts
Reeling shadows of writhing things, bathed in thick blood
The rough beast, fearsome in its magnificent presence
Hath stepped its paws on this lone, eroded land
And what soul is left to witness the Second Coming?
What soul can survive under the scorching gaze of it?
O thou, long dead and gone, long fallen from grace
O thou, who art our strength, come, show us thy face
O thou, o thou, soldier of fortune, with bleeding, broken wings
Protect us from his wrath, for thou can survive his venomous stings
And what soul is left to be protected by this fallen angel?
All is dead and gone, never to arise to Heaven’s gates
Angel, o angel, lower thy gaze upon me, hear thee my pleas
I am one left behind, a lonesome soul, protect me, please
Stand thee before me, open thy wings
And leave me be, and leave me be...”

- His blood-

On a path laden with thorns
I walk along with my shame
Trails of blood are left behind me
But this blood is not my own to claim

His blood flows in my veins
His blood I bear as my own
His blood gives me this life of endless pain
His blood I hold as dearly loved

His crimson darkness I try to leave behind
But it’s in vain; from him I cannot hide
I try to find serenity within his hug
But his heart is cold; it feels like Death, in fact

It pains me inside, to know he only loves to watch me break
But for his blood is all I’m ever thrilled
It shatters me inside, to know he only loves to feel me break
But in my heart his dagger is all I ever feel

I’ll take this bitter blade to my veins
And his blood I shall let be spilled
I’ll empty myself of his crimson darkness
And find serenity only when he’s killed...

- The mask of a broken heart -

Tears mar her once pretty face
Running down the same old trace
Every time, burning in the flame
Of the memories of shame

Yet she stood there in the rain
Letting it wash away the pain
His pale gaze tore her apart
Her face was the mask of a broken heart...

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

-rolls eyes-

I dislike cliched poetry, especially en mass.

[Jillian May Scortfil]

Sir Canvas Corpsey, it's alright... everyone's got their own kinks to bear! hehe (just kidding!)

[Ravens_Moon]

Just a Shadow

Just a shadow
Walking through the darkness
Absorbing the emotions of others
My heart became stone
And my body ice.

My soul, can't stand still
my weakness is sinking in.

Reaching for your hand
I can feel the madness
the darkness within.

Taking the final leap
I fall as hard as I can
I can feel you
Bursting through my soul;
sweet black angel, come to me

[HumanePain]

Sparkling hemisphere receiving Heaven's radio
until amplified and modulated shouts down the rats.
Not blind ambition but curing blindness
calling all lambs
to a safe place.

But the blind can hear jazz and hear your Shepherd's call
Moloch gets most
but at least, not all.

The future is too damned quiet.

Who else
can call?