| Sorry for a lateness to this thread, I should have paid more attention to this. @Artoo, I really dig what you wrote! Its like a madman's rant, or perhaps a drunkard's bitter memories, either way the way you work it out is really good! Kinda reminds me of something I read of an Alan Moore novel, think it was something V said in V for Vendetta but maybe I'm wrong. Great stuff anyway! @ Umicorn, feel free to pm me or anyone else here, I think they'd be interested. I'm hoping to maybe expand the thread to a club in the future but that would rely on more than just me :P Don't be shy though! @DalPuri Deep stuff for a haiku! hmm 5,7,5 maybe "A work in progress"? :P |
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| If you do get the club going, keep me in mind and let me know of it. I would join. :) |
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| when i opened up your neck milk came out and flying tadpoles came to drink it like a holy warrior you held your ground and feasted upon the air no longer amused by the future renegade logicians wont deny their glands and mermaids won't deny the tsunami but i will deny you in pursuit of a greater love |
| I CELEBRATE myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. |
| Forgotten and lost. Walking on the lonesome road. Where has the path gone? The fleeting notion. Absurd, detached, ludicrous. Is it a saviour? |
Status_EffectOct 6, 2015 10:37 PM
| Hello darkness my old friend. How are we now? My mister pretend. I wish for you to ascend, lean on someone else you fiend. …Would that make life good again? I feel your breath like molten fire, around my neck like barbed wire. I curse and swear, a mirthless affair, like suffocation on tainted air. Your prickles crawl up my back. Bristling your spines in my lap. Your hollow laughter runs through my mind, our souls begin to intertwine, when they align, will you be of my design…? Or am I your prisoner, stuck looking from behind. |
mc093Oct 6, 2015 11:05 PM
umicorm said: If you do get the club going, keep me in mind and let me know of it. I would join. :) http://myanimelist.net/clubs.php?cid=69181 A club has been created for those who want to discuss and post about literature and poetry! Right now Yuno is mainly running it but new members/ admins are encouraged! Its still very early in development so expect updates over the next week! Also I really love the new poems I'm seeing here! Thanks to Rock-chan for that beautiful 10-line poem, Toast for that short but savory slice of writing, Mugs for (what I thought was a Simon&Garfunkel song :D) that mysterious sonnet and Wolf for that and intriguing stream of poetry! I hope you all dabble in some more so I may drown in each of your fantasies, to escape my own. |
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| a sunken ship chasing the sun, our cold thoughts churning into one, solar flares beckoning us for what is to come. a blinding light, tearing limbs left through right. their lips twisted, caught in haughty delight, except for one, who is now far from sight. whispers of burning hate, side glances seething with debate. underneath her rigorous amour plate, waits a ruptured soul readying to deflate. |
| Thanks for the poetry, I feel like I dont deserve it but I am grateful to have snagged your attention and art. I'll read over all of them and try to understand them as best as I can. Heres something I right on the spot, I suppose inspiration is my greatest blessing but the chain which binds me to my work. Goodnight sweet shadow which aids me to my sleep And do not flicker out with a sigh Because your time was short or too brief No, you're time was right as all time is And in its moment, no more or less Our moment fades as dusk to dawn And darkness turns to early light Let not the ramblings of many stir you But rather be guided by the words of few And few words they will be that Will make you your own man A figure of yourself, your own path Which you walk whether you wish or not Forever |
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vegetarian-wolf said: So are we still doing the poetry thing or.. Sorry about that, I thought I gave it to someone else to try and take care of but I assume they either forgot or didn't care, I'm gonna pm them about it. Anyway since I'm hear,just wanna say Veg I like your recent poem but I gotta ask you is it like meant to be rap or something cause I get that vibe of reading it As for Helion your poem was almost like a strange prayer to nature, I enjoyed the imagery alot, maybe just less of the repetition since it doesn't seem to be used for dramaticism rather just simplicity. Also here's a poem I didn't get to post yet, will do in a min |
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| Here we go..hope to revive this thread (plus club maybe) after Halloween. The dry and dusty air fills the cavern Where dim faraway echoes can be heard Soft slugs climb its mouldy walls And are picked off by stray birds The journeyer arrives at the mouth And strikes a match, to light the way Inside the cave he cannot see Whether it is night or the breaking day He trudges softly into the cave And listens, quietly for signs of life The dripping of the stalagtites Are all he hears in the cave And so he continues And so he trudges Down those glossy and wet walls Into the cave he goes - |
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| You get hurt, starting S, soccer shirt, written PES f**kin' up with b**ches they all white and racist mocking blacks at recess lookin' like Ricardo Rodriguez who woulda guess? Hair shorter than Cain Velasquez. I say "tactics" you think "TicTacs" I say "cat's kits" you think "KitKats" I pull out grass, and you ask "Can I eat that?" If you cry, I don't mind, I hope they scrutinize, you suicide and lost your mind, I break the ice, they act surprised, and then they realise, that to be wise, they dissect your eyes, watch your heartbeat rise, slowly drops when the sound of Vodka arrives, they wrap your eyeball with their ties, give it back to your birthday, so take this surprise, they do this because you're another parasite for the CSI, so stay paralysed and brainwashed with lies, with parental advise, conceal your disguise, understand me guys? I got more but how's this^^ These are from the poems I made up a few months ago.. Notes: PES (Pro Evolutionary Soccer): Soccer video game Ricardo Rodriguez: World Wrestling Entertainment ring announcer (I haven't watched wrestling for a few years now... I don't know if he's still in the company) Cain Velasquez: A fighter in Ultimate Fighting Championship |
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| Thats nice, I'd love to hear you try without all the slang though, kinda cheapens it. Poetry isn't pop-culture after all. Anyway here's my final poem for this month, ode to Autumn The rotting brown leaves brush Past my feet, an Autumn gone But yet to start, another one Like time that just won't go away It slips through my hands towards another day I grit my teeth and tense myself For future come to change thyself In Autumns breath I lay myself To see upon and again What lays ahead for future self Good times and bad, all array But I will steel myself because I was born this way To live my life, for myself And to I only will I pray Its not great but I hope its ok |
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| Some nice poems here, I enjoyed them. Like the more classic feel your poems are taking veg recently, interesting haiku up there Anyway its raining outside, cold and wet, so I purse the lips of my mind together and write a poem simply for now and never else. I am a shadow, a broken man Who's crooked figure does walk Along the jarred walls of his own misfortune To which he is doomed to trudge Slowly, sadly towards His future painted on those Strange and empty paintings Yet he who walks see them not But acknowledges their essence. But that unfair shadow does not walk alone For there is one who casts it such when walking on the stage, the world A smiling man with a crooked grin Who's words make mockeries seem like art And who's nature is that of a clown He walks his gentle jamble to and fro And appeases an audience of all But unknown to them his distant shadow Smiles its own strange smile, for All are fooled when all look at The light and not the dark of day So let it be that it is The wishes of a man's own way. Was reading Hamlet recently so I guess things took a darker turn |
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| Roses are red Violets are blue The thread I made is dead Take a look at it you ! |
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| N o r a a mess of wrinkled dress shirts and a hidden porn stash of girls calling out ‘daddy!’ breathlessly and falsely kick it out of the way the room needs to breathe so open the window, inhale smoke and light up a cigarette to filter the air clean your skirt has gotten too tight gained an inch around the hips tell yourself that’s what men like tell yourself what men like is never what you need but it’s fine. only coincidentally you like this too and you’re free the mailman should come anytime now with a box of your new pills you need to balance your checkbook before you go back to sleep |
deadoptimist said: Though I think shit-flinging should also have standards - no personal, no behind the scenes. |
| Hey that was pretty good yuris! I'm not usually a fan of the more modern poetry with slang and all but that was pretty well balanced. I enjoyed the message you gave out. Kinda reminded me of Reqiuem for a dream. |
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| ahhhh that's a really cool compliment, thanks! :D |
deadoptimist said: Though I think shit-flinging should also have standards - no personal, no behind the scenes. |
| Have some spanish lyricpoetry Que se vayan a verga los chotas Como quiera estos vatos siguen fumando mota Yo nomás me curo cuando pasan Ya se la pelaron cuando llego a mi casa- Sí, sí me paniquean pero bueno, lo que digo es que nomás están de relleno Y los pinches tránsitos Perros caga-palos Esos hijos de su puta madre sí son malos |
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| ‘Mid where harrowing the eastern night musters forth The aurora borealis ‘pon the canvas spread within a Separate constellation which derives me from mine might, Do I conjure up dreams spun by the golden, and the Sapphire threads woven ‘tween the stars riveting ‘mid Mine clouded and less insightful, barren eyes, those That worry where nether ‘neath I come to toll Blinded by an unknown light I stumble on, do I Pave mine way through spectacular sights and the Enchanting chambers ‘mid which mine shapelessness And lustrous heavens are embroiled and are naught In passive forms, and entrapped in a paradise I had Not merely created for mine own sits the miracle I Had not called earth, but the unbounded world Astound and visionless in the crevasse I once called Mine very heart (devoid and wanting, sans the nourishment These open palms secrete) do I fall, recede in terms Which once I christened the very sinful and the Wickedness of man and more than what is mere man, Do I swim ‘mid the Leviathan’s non-draught until The hand of mine own God consigns the only Life which I felt left ‘mid me, to His duress In evermore and aurous cohering minds lie the Concussing colours of loved souls entwined, and ‘tween the yellow and brass, and the blue and Azure am I beside myself; and restless in the Corners of thine oft unearthly being do I beseech for the times in which I am me — for me to know. |
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| An ocean resides within his being — restless, transient where his wandering vagabond-soul finds not a whisk of interludes, composed of the quintessence of the sea. There lie the billow-deep and crevasse-carved nihilities of void within his heart that even I — oft dare not so pass within; for evermore his depths inhere his longing for an endless frame of freedom, whereof his resolve was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so were mine undoing palms wounded by mine own skill. An ocean resides within his being — wherein I swim ‘midway until ‘tis lost that I become; the storms that wane ‘pon surfaces so glitter in splendid the reflection of that which binds me oft to him (that of where shall his golden hair so tie mine ankles to this vastness’ bottom-grounds, that of where I shall nevermore of leave, or think of mine departure) — wherein do I enmesh mine solvent, fluidic fingers; and he enters ‘pon mine being, he consumes mine frailty and foil and kisses mine savourous skin through waves that durably ingest mine heart here christened precious to his dearest soul. His maelstroms – undercurrents ‘roused through vivid beatings of his surmount, endeared clock of ceaseless time – pull me ‘way and nether of the shallow life ‘pon earth mine eyes no longer wish to see. His liquid love pours within mine breathless lungs, yet do I gasp strenuously to ‘come engrossed of his blue brilliance, yet do I yearn the stifling sentiment that pulls ‘pon mine emotion, and devotion. An ocean resides within his being — and I am his estranged, and barren sailor; I sail ‘pon the zephyrs brazen through his salt-like breaths, lick each fallen crystal off his skin. I am the unshared, the unblended non-being of phantasmal and nonpareil of pictures; I am the siren guarding his embankments and his waterfronts. I am the God, creating thunder ‘bove his wildest dreams — and empathy; the loneliness he cradles, when I exchange mine merriment of the horizon’s sun, above the solace of the moon, a mirror coasted ‘pon his soundless waves, an ambient encompassment of wakeful whiteness, to his gloom. |
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| A meadow, I am — one of individual thought-patterns, one of solitary life; and clandestine, choral verses sung to me by this one beast, sieve of this copious, emotional embodiment of me, the ending of mine life — a sonorousness of his rescinding resonance in sonance, shudders hives envisioned to mine obsolete ribcage; he stirs the bees and awakens saccharine mine crested heart, and I leak of sweetness, and sugary convulsions drenched in saporous this honey with which his voice calls ‘pon mine chest. A meadow, I am — one abundant of this which his morning’s star arouses; of rubicund red, of cerise crimson heralded of his kiss emplaced of mine resplendence — of his undivided light spread ‘cross mine divested flesh as I lay in grasslands of mine genesis. I speak his colours, I taste his envisioning appearance, and I hear the fingers with which he burns his phosphorescent rays of suave auroras to mine cadaverous skin; and what I see… what see I? The beast that he is, and is not, and yet is — for him I see heavens aflame in the afterimage that this beyond left smouldered to mine sight. For him the enchantments in mine amber seers secluded a hereafter wherein his heart was absent from their vision. A meadow, I am — throbbing in an aftermath of love; as each rose he plucks from mine Eden was a pull of mine frail heartstrings. And mine knees are weak with each night I died for him. With each floral-petal of mine garden he touches to his sepulchral set of lips, with the burden his beastlike bearing in significance leaves an equilibrium of composure ‘pon mine silhouette. He smothers mine all-being as an anagram — as beast that he is, he obliterates, he asphyxiates — as beast that he is not, he silences mine mourning and malaise — and as beast, he yet is all-encompassing. Encompassing all of me. |
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| Reviving this briefly cause why the hell not @UnoPunto I can kinda read and understand it based on my limited knowledge of Spanish and though I wished I understand it more I understand writing in your own language, as far as I know its a tale about the cops and breaking into your house or something? Please help me if I'm incorrect @Mr.Cage you're always delivering, I like the flow I felt while reading it, its definitely more rap than poetry but I like it anyway. It might sound almost ignorant for me to say and certainly cheesy but the first poem reminded me of Eminem in the harsh tone it carries and the second as well but with a bit of ttgl 'libera me' from Hell, its inspiring. Even if its just words. @Lesat That was beautiful, incredibly contemporary and striking me in such a way that many poems have failed to give, it brings me memories of things I could never see and thing's I am almost forbidden to see, it felt like a journey, a wave and a desert all wiping me from the ground I stood on and carrying me through an endless void of words, words, words. I don't know what else to say but thank you for sharing that and my apologies if you never end up reading this. |
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| Here's a miserable little piece I wrote based on a mix of Paul Durcan an Irish poet I've been studying and some other things. Its not really a poem and almost a prose but please bear with me until I am struck by divine inspiration. "Its too warm" The student said as he sipped his tea He wasn't reflecting on the tea though It was the room that was too warm The creamy white walls were dimly luminescent as the cheap study lamp threw its light at it The student looked back at his paper There was alot to do He groaned and moaned and decided To postpone his study Picking up a nearby object he twiddled it with a grace As if discovering the art of twiddling things He looked back at his paper The questions smiled at him, knowing that he needed them The student sighed~ |
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TheConquerer said: @Lestat That was beautiful, incredibly contemporary and striking me in such a way that many poems have failed to give, it brings me memories of things I could never see and thing's I am almost forbidden to see, it felt like a journey, a wave and a desert all wiping me from the ground I stood on and carrying me through an endless void of words, words, words. I don't know what else to say but thank you for sharing that and my apologies if you never end up reading this. I thank you, for I haven't found much recognition in the collection of my words. Ahhh, I have been pondering and pondering upon more literature but it appears that I cannot recreate anything of the similar sense, unfortunately. I would likely call the latter two of the set my masterpieces, however it may be unfortunate that they will likely never be seen by the eyes of the masses. |
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| Your nose running faster than you running your mouth, now the snot's stuck in your throat, you can't shout, this me rhymin' is what it's all about, lol'd at these try-hards here. I'm out. |
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| Beneath the shadow of this endless night, I hunger for prey, that which I now see! Wholly oblivious, it nears my sight, Silent assault forces desperate plea, Futile and in vain, but delicious, no? As final gasps echo, into the dark, The fountains of scarlet endlessly flow, Leaving a behind such a wonderful mark! Slowly before me, the body grows cold, I gaze intently, at what I had killed, Youthful, innocent, I cruelly behold, The del’cate form makes me truly fulfilled! What beautiful soul, think you I have slain? What but a child—Do you think I'm insane? AAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
MortalMelancholyDec 28, 2015 10:00 PM
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Lestat- said: I thank you, for I haven't found much recognition in the collection of my words. Ahhh, I have been pondering and pondering upon more literature but it appears that I cannot recreate anything of the similar sense, unfortunately. I would likely call the latter two of the set my masterpieces, however it may be unfortunate that they will likely never be seen by the eyes of the masses. Just another unfortunate face of reality I suppose, if you feel the world needs more then maybe try and get some published, on Amazon I believe publishing is free so perhaps write a compilation and try there. Also I've noticed there's been additions to the poems here, I'll have to take a look over these and give my opinions. :D @Ruku, nce poem! its short but its pretty, the enjambment strikes out the most I think @Taker, you best watch your mouth or else I'll strike you down with my lyrical fury, you'll think you got hit by a Hurricane, that'll make your brain freeze, and pop on the drop of my hat when I roll up these sleeves and show you the effect these have on those who diss me, those who piss me, off. *drops mic* Jk pls don't hurt me @MrMortalMelancholyThatsaMouthfultosay Kinda reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe with the dark elements and punctuation in your writing, the hahaha at the end would have been best avoided though I think. Too cartoony. |
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| @Conquerer Looks like you got uptight, got you sitting upright, you can't even spell your name right. It's spelt "Conqueror" not "Conquerer" how can you conquer her, when your name's misspelt, sir? You wanna challenge me? Get down. Just like Rihanna's position when she was with Chris Brown. You say you dropped your mic, just like your dropped yourself, you're unstable and can't hold it any longer, you need help! |
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Taker6898 said: @Conquerer Looks like you got uptight, got you sitting upright, you can't even spell your name right. It's spelt "Conqueror" not "Conquerer" how can you conquer her, when your name's misspelt, sir? You wanna challenge me? Get down. Just like Rihanna's position when she was with Chris Brown. You say you dropped your mic, just like your dropped yourself, you're unstable and can't hold it any longer, you need help! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH FIIIIRREEEEEE!!! Let's hope your mixtape never comes to light, would cause a continental drought. |
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TheConquerer said: Lestat- said: I thank you, for I haven't found much recognition in the collection of my words. Ahhh, I have been pondering and pondering upon more literature but it appears that I cannot recreate anything of the similar sense, unfortunately. I would likely call the latter two of the set my masterpieces, however it may be unfortunate that they will likely never be seen by the eyes of the masses. Just another unfortunate face of reality I suppose, if you feel the world needs more then maybe try and get some published, on Amazon I believe publishing is free so perhaps write a compilation and try there. Also I've noticed there's been additions to the poems here, I'll have to take a look over these and give my opinions. :D @Ruku, nce poem! its short but its pretty, the enjambment strikes out the most I think @Taker, you best watch your mouth or else I'll strike you down with my lyrical fury, you'll think you got hit by a Hurricane, that'll make your brain freeze, and pop on the drop of my hat when I roll up these sleeves and show you the effect these have on those who diss me, those who piss me, off. *drops mic* Jk pls don't hurt me @MrMortalMelancholyThatsaMouthfultosay Kinda reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe with the dark elements and punctuation in your writing, the hahaha at the end would have been best avoided though I think. Too cartoony. Ah, the laugh wasn't part of the poem; it was just me <.< |
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