Poetry

[Vamps]

There was a thread previously, suggesting that we have a creative arts thread, and since then we've have a story writing game thread, so i figured why not start a poetry thread? Im sure there's a heap of excelent poets out there. If you have a poem that you've written, or one that you particularly like that someone else has written, post it, but if you post a poem that somebody else has written, please dont try and take the credit for it, make sure we know who wrote it, or atleast that somebody else wrote it. You can give an expanlation of the poem if you wish, and you can comment on other peoples poetry. Try and keep it nice, and remember that poems dont HAVE to rhyme. Post as many poems as you like.
Here's two of mine, i wrote them yesterday.

Living Nightmare
People say,
"You know your life is good,
When you dont want to go to sleep,
Because your life is better than a dream!"
But what happens when you dont want to wake up,
Because your life is worse than a nightmare?
I mean,
With society the way is is,
Who'd want to wake up?
Individualism a thing of the past,
All thats left is sheep,
Mindless sheep.
Supre junkies and work-a-holics.
Kids are taught to look after number one,
And ignore the needs of others.
Teenagers cant be disciplined,
For fear of a massive law suit!
So in the end,
There is no point,
In waking up each day,
When a simple nightmare sums it up,
Thats all i have to say.

Growing Up
Somebody once told me,
"Growing up is fun!"
I'd like to know who told them that,
I'd like to tell them to run!
Growing up is full of pain,
Of lies deceit and hate!
Growing up's a nightmare,
A nightmare i just can't take!
What happend to individuality?
What happened to being yourself?
I want to have my own opinion,
I dont want to think like someone else!
They want us to be mindless drones,
Those power hungry dictators,
They want us to be mindless,
We're easier to control!
So fight the rising trends,
Crush the stereotypes and labels,
Stand up for what you believe in,
And tear the dictators down!

[falconsfan14]

RE: Poetry

I have one.

EMO

My life is spiraling
emo emo emo
kill me now
omg emo emo emo
im like dead
emo emo emo
my life sucks
emo emo emo
liek omg i gotta go to school
;-;
~fin

[Vamps]

Here's a really good poem by a really good poet:

Enter Without So Much As Knocking
Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem revertis

Blink, Blink. HOSPITAL. SILENCE.
Ten days old, carried in the front door in his
mother's arms, first thing he heard was
Bobby Dazzler on channels 7:
Hello, hello hello all you lucky people and he
really was lucky because it didnt mean a thing to him then...

A year or two to settle in and
get acquainted with the set-up; like every other
well-equipped smoothly-run household, this included
one economy-size Mum, one Anthony Squires-
Coolstream-Summerweight Dad, along with two other kids
straight off the Junior Department rack.

When mum won the
Luck's-A-Fortch Tricky-Tune Quiz she took him shopping
in the good-as-new station-wagon (495 pound dep. at Reno's)
Beep, beep. WALK. DON'T RUN. TURN
LEFT. NO PARKING. WAIT HERE. NO
SMOKING. KEEP CLEAR/OUT/OFF GRASS. NO
BREATHING EXCEPT BY ORDER. BEWARE OF
THIS. WATCH OUT FOR THAT. My God (beep)
the congestion here just gets (beep)
worse every day, now what the (beep beep) does
that idiot think he's doing (beep beep and BEEP)

However, what he enjoyed most of all was when they
went to the late show at the local drive-in, on a clear night
and he could see (beyonf the fifty-foot screen where
giant faces forever snarled screamed or made
incomprehensible and monsterous love) a pure
unadulterated fringe of sky, littered with stars
no one had got around to fixing up yet; he'd watch them
circling about in luminous groups like kids at the circus
who never go quite close enough to the elephant to get kicked.

Anyway, pretty soon he was old enough to be
realistic like every other godless
money-hungry back-stabbing miserable
so-and-so, and then it was goodbye stars and the soft
cry in the corner when no one was looking because
Im telling you straight, Jim, it's Number One every time
for this chicken, hit wherever you see a head and
kick whoever's down, well thanks for a lovely
evening Clare, its good to get away from it all
once in a while, i mean it's a real battle all the way
and a man can't help but feel a little soiled, himself,
at times, you know what i mean?

Now take it easy on those curves, Alice, for God's sake,
I've had enough for one night, with that Clare Jessup,
Hey, ease up, will you, watch it-

Probity & Sons, Mortitions,
did a really first-class job on his face
(everyone was pleased) even adding a
healthy tan he'd never had, living, gave him back for keeps
the old automatic smile with nothing behind it,
winding the whole show up with a
nice ride out to the underground metropoli:
permanent residentials, no parking tickets, no taximeters
ticking, no Bobby Dazzlers here, no downpayments,
nobody brieving over halitosis
flat feet shrinking gums falling hair.

Siz feet down nobody interested.

Blink, blink. CEMETERY. Silence.

Bruce Dawe

[Vamps]

If you dont want to post a poem, you can always post your opinions on other people's poems. If you dont write poems, why dont you post a poem that you've done in school that you think is good, or even that you dont like, then say what you think is so bad about it.

[Anuj]

I guess nobody is interested in poetry. Oh well.

[gardyloo]

emosong.ytmnd

[Vamps]

What on earth is wrong with being emotional? That being what emo means and all. Almost every single person has been/will be emo at some stage in their lives! That was completely off topic but oh well...im just sick of people ripping other people off for being "emo". Your just being really stereotypical.

[Jam930]

They're right, let's just all stop being human.

It's socially required of you that you contain the emotional equivalent of a cactus.


=/

[hieilover170]

I write poetry and songs, but i don't think i'm good. This was my first song/poem.

Blinded By Tears



As I sit in my room
As cold as my heart
I think to myself
What made you part?

Now I’m miles away
The only place I’ve ever known
Where my tears will bring no life
Along this path I walk alone

I am now blinded by tears
My once glowing eyes dejected
My heart is now cold and black
Feeling once again rejected

In the corner of my mind
I’m trapped within my own head
With my acid tears burning my skin
I’m wishing that I would just be dead

My heart pounds louder every second
My hand pulled closer to a knife
And as I pick up the blade
I wonder if I should give up my life

As the blade shakes in my hand
I slip it across my skin
As a ruby line forms
I realized I let you win

Giving up my heart and soul
Making the trail with crimson and tears
I feel chains bind around me
The last scream of my life, nobody hears




When I rest forevermore
My heart is much like my soul
Cold, dead and turned to ice
My final words lost in a black hole

This black hole is my heart
Never to be alive again and walk
Glad now that I am dead
I’m glad nothing here can talk

I’m on an endless journey
Pit of fire on my left side
Then I see a bright light
On my right side spread out wide

I’m realizing that I’m on my way
To either Heaven or Hell
I close my eyes and walk down a path
Feeling a blazing heat, I bid my final farewell

[esupin]

That was actually pretty good for a suicide poem. Usually I groan every time I see one.

[msbrunnettemickey]

RE: Poetry

I wrote this poem last year:

It's about me dreaming, looking at a sniper kill his target.
Hope you like it =D

SNIPER
Patiently, he waits for her
To her ultimate perfection
He knows her every move
He knows everyone she talks to, and begs to.
He is indeed the one who would never
Let you out of his site
He waits and watchs for her to arrive
Hope, makes him feel alive
His nerves tingle in anticipation
as he imagines sweet annihilation
clocks chime sensing your doom.

The rifle he raised
very soon she would arrive
looks her through the night
He must breathe, his chest feels so tight
excitement turning his mouth dry
like the sand laying in the desert

He sees her and takes his aim carefully
He is ready to extinguish the flame
"BANG"
a single crack startles birds to air
for their intrusion he wouldn’t care
He watched her as she pales
He can hear the sudden wind
Arriving from the west
That swept her soul away

The wind vanished, and the wing of the angel
Disappeared
In a sudden void there is no sound,
then her body tumbles to the ground
The noise invades my peaceful sleep
as the passers-by start to scream
and cower away in absolute fear.
He fears, he fears.

But he knows!
He knows he didn't
miss
For red stains her dress
One large congealing mess
of what was her fine
Brain
That held the knowledge of the past and present
It seems that he doesn't feel any pleasure
For the look on his face gave in away
memories for him to treasure

of not seeing into his own soul
Cannot quench this burning rage
still trapped inside this cage
what will be next
He wonders
Into earth she would be buried
In the sand of the great berries
And hearing the great doors of Eden
Shout
"You have done well my child"

[Eyoshi]

After reading mickey's poem, I decided to make up an haiku on the spot.

Sniper
He lies far away
Watching as his target comes
And pulls the trigger.

Does anybody know why people still like haiku? I'm not sure about the reason myself, so I'd like to hear what you think is the reason...

[Pumble]

Because they're so ridiculously easy to make.

[-Skooter-]

Hm, I used to write poetry... I have books full, but mine were always fun, and vibrant.. I had a few upsetting ones, but they weren't... murder or suicide.. they were more like sad stories. If I can find some, I'll post em.

[Vamps]

They are all so good! There's a site, www.poetry.com , if you post a poem of yours on there, there's a huge chance you'll get it published. Im actually getting one of my earlier poems that i wrote 2 years ago published. I was really shocked when i found out because i didnt think it was really all that good. And just a quick note, you dont HAVE to post sad/dark poems, skooter, if you have happy poems, feel free to post them, i'm just no good at writing happy ones, i guess i started the thread off on the wrong foot in that respect. Sorry about that.
Again, I love those poems, they're excelent, i was afraid for a while there that there was absolutely no poets on the forums, apart from people who decided they just wanted to make fun of so called "emos". Thankfully i was proved wrong, poetry is a great way to express feelings, and i'd hate to see it dissapear into nowhere.