| So I had a short story and poetry thread awhile back for people to post stuff but it sadly crumbled apart due to a lack of contribution. I don't know if this ome will do any better but I'd like it to be there anyway, anyones welcome to post poems and I highly encourage discussion rather than just simple posting, anyway its up to you. Here's something I came up with on the train today |
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| Here's somethin else The air stands still on tiptoes thin Too scared to speak its secret hymn I wait there, thinking why that is that earth and heaven keep to their own the sea sneaks by the sands, leaving through ebbs and flows and all is quiet through the land All moments past and all to come paused by the halt in the way of things the clouds stand there guilty, like mocking men who dare not ask where or when- this silence ends, this madman's choir to which I cry to all above to end now or forever stop my heart which I can no longer hear even- as I lay here waiting forever without future or past to ease the way I a puppet, a simple thing to which Gods mock and laugh with glee I am a pawn and nothing more And nothing can ever, set me free. |
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| Your poems are really creative! I like how you uses a lot of metaphors to convey a message |
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| Really nice! I like their gloomy tone. I aso like how you're linking your thoughts from one line to the next using enjambment. It gives them a special rhythm so when I'm reading it doesn't give me a chance to make as much pauses as I would make if it was a stricter form. That can make them confusing, but it's not the case here. Do you also write short stories, or just poetry? :) |
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Niconico_nii said: Your poems are really creative! I like how you uses a lot of metaphors to convey a message Thanks nico, don't afraid to give it a shot! Celestial_ said: Really nice! I like their gloomy tone. I aso like how you're linking your thoughts from one line to the next using enjambment. It gives them a special rhythm so when I'm reading it doesn't give me a chance to make as much pauses as I would make if it was a stricter form. That can make them confusing, but it's not the case here. Do you also write short stories, or just poetry? :) I never that technique was called enjambment, I just kinda saw how Poe used it and did it as well :D Thanks for your feedback as well! I wrote some short stories and a few scripts but I haven't posted them anywhere. Are you a fan of poetry? |
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TheConquerer said: Celestial_ said: Really nice! I like their gloomy tone. I aso like how you're linking your thoughts from one line to the next using enjambment. It gives them a special rhythm so when I'm reading it doesn't give me a chance to make as much pauses as I would make if it was a stricter form. That can make them confusing, but it's not the case here. Do you also write short stories, or just poetry? :) I never that technique was called enjambment, I just kinda saw how Poe used it and did it as well :D Thanks for your feedback as well! I wrote some short stories and a few scripts but I haven't posted them anywhere. Are you a fan of poetry? You're welcome :D. I am. We did a lot of poetry analysing in HS (literature classes) so it kind of stayed with me. I rarely read poetry in English though, mostly in my own language. Are you planning to post them anywhere? :P |
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Celestial_ said: You're welcome :D. I am. We did a lot of poetry analysing in HS (literature classes) so it kind of stayed with me. I rarely read poetry in English though, mostly in my own language. Are you planning to post them anywhere? :P I see, if you ever feel like writing some of your own poetry even in Bosnian I dont mind, it shouldn't be restricted by language. I might try and reboot the short stories thread I had awhile back but I'm going to wait for now. :D |
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| Wrote this while listenin to some classical music I long I long for things I can never have There is a bridge that exists between these things and I And it looks at me with its mocking eye Daring me to cross its treacherous waters, the rapids that rush and run deep below a river of fears that I am too petrified to fall in And be sucked away Time passes, slowly yet I continue to stare and stare into- the abyss below, I dare not take that step, that simple step which can mean the death of me or perhaps the beginning of a new life One which promises dreams and lands far from the grey and black which surrounds me and this flickering candle before me which I am sucked to like a moth I flee like an animal from that bridge And as I run away I hear a bellowing laughter that echoes through that valley For there, ever and ever lies the bridge which I could not cross- Thats it |
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TheConquerer said: So I had a short story and poetry thread awhile back for people to post stuff but it sadly crumbled apart due to a lack of contribution. I don't know if this ome will do any better but I'd like it to be there anyway, anyones welcome to post poems and I highly encourage discussion rather than just simple posting, anyway its up to you. Here's something I came up with on the train today I love this! I think this is very elegant and it mostly reminds me of when I'm left with my thoughts trying to come up with something creative. The last couple lines are gold. I like writing poetry myself, here's a couple of the last things I came up with: Stay I made a journey across desert and sea To get my hands on a genie She gave me three wishes and told me, “Mortal, don’t choose poorly” I was given three, but to her surprise I told her only one wish would make me satisfied “And what wish would that be, Mortal?” She replied And I sighed, “For you to be mine.” I began wanting to get my hands on this genie But now all I wanted was to have her in my arms with me In seeing her eyes I knew That her stay was more than enough in size ~ Why We Hide In Closets “I want you to know, I’ll always love you,” says the Girl. From his heart to his face, the Boy smiles. “I have something I need to show you then,” says the Boy, as he takes off his face to show the Girl he is really a monster. The Girl cries and runs away, but not from fear, but from the hurt the Boy’s ugliness seared. With downcast eyes, the Monster puts back on his face, and walks back into his closeted space. |
skapuppetSep 21, 2015 10:10 PM
skapuppet said: I love this! I think this is very elegant and it mostly reminds me of when I'm left with my thoughts trying to come up with something creative. The last couple lines are gold. I like writing poetry myself, here's a couple of the last things I came up with: Stay I made a journey across desert and sea To get my hands on a genie She gave me three wishes and told me, “Mortal, don’t choose poorly” I was given three, but to her surprise I told her only one wish would make me satisfied “And what wish would that be, Mortal?” She replied And I sighed, “For you to be mine.” I began wanting to get my hands on this genie But now all I wanted was to have her in my arms with me In seeing her eyes I knew That her stay was more than enough in size ~ Why We Hide In Closets “I want you to know, I’ll always love you,” says the Girl. From his heart to his face, the Boy smiles. “I have something I need to show you then,” says the Boy, as he takes off his face to show the Girl he is really a monster. The Girl cries and runs away, but not from fear, but from the hurt the Boy’s ugliness seared. With downcast eyes, the Monster puts back on his face, and walks back into his closeted space. Hey skapuppet, thanks for contributing! I like the genie one, its definitely a different approach to things I've seen yet. The closet one is something I'd probably have to think about since I'm not too sure about the ending as to its signification. Your poems do seem to be quite story based and short which make them more straightforward which is nice. Keep it up! |
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| I wrote this haiku for my literature class while we were studying Basho's Sabi haikus: A lone fallen tree, a storm, gentle at its rest, Here, birds with no home. The juxtapose in this one is suppose to be the storm and it being gentle. In line 3, Here is suppose to be a homonym when read to sound as "hear bird with no home also." I don't normally post poetry, but I liked this one. |
PecoSep 22, 2015 11:53 AM
| I liked it alot, dont worry you dont need to justify poetry. If you feel like writing anymore don't be afraid to share! |
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| This ones more dark, I suppose I wrote this during a bad time. Its not great either. I'm waiting, always waiting For a word to be uttered, a joke to crack- And fill the air with a couple of cheap laughs, that cough and wheeze Their way to other ears The room is never quiet, the silence is silent. Only sound prevails. Simple, worthless sounds. The faces don't seem to think, only talk Their babble like an orchestra of fools Rising higher and higher to a climax Till it pops and is no more Empty And so, so quiet |
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| Naisu~ Is Urdu poetry allowed? I guess not.... |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
geniobastardo said: Naisu~ Is Urdu poetry allowed? I guess not.... I don't really mind man but probably put translations cause most people won't get it, up to you. |
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TheConquerer said: geniobastardo said: Naisu~ Is Urdu poetry allowed? I guess not.... I don't really mind man but probably put translations cause most people won't get it, up to you. Well, translating a poem is harder than making a new one from the scratch. Guess, I'll just make one up and post it here. |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
| Of the treacherous souls 'tis a tale I narrate Of the hearts of gold overnight that turned stale The pious cried 'blasphemy!' The sinners 'mercy!' The Imam in his treachery committed the greatest heresy Intelligence is wisdom Wisdom is silence Silence is gold Gold is ignorance Thoughts chained Ambitions murdered Souls ingrained; in boulevard not hurdled Thence I speak of thus The misfortune of knowledge That a tongue surceased is tongue most glorious Here it was, my brainfart. |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
| I thought you did a fine job Genio, whats important is you put what you think on paper. Poetry is the act of expressing those thoughts. Kazasukho said: This actually is pretty good. I hope you continue on doing more poetry! 10/10 Thanks for the feedback Kazasukho! @Vegeterian Wolf, I love it! Its not everyday I get a poem which makes me want to reread it several times to relive the feeling it gave me. Keep it up. |
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| I really do need a diary. I come up with verses situation-wise pretty quick but I forget them even quickly. |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
| "I'd write you some poetry, ALAS! I'm done masturbating and I don't like you that much" |
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geniobastardo said: I really do need a diary. I come up with verses situation-wise pretty quick but I forget them even quickly. I usually write stuff on my phone if I think its good, idk but you could try that if you want. UnoPuntoCinco said: "I'd write you some poetry, ALAS! I'm done masturbating and I don't like you that much" I get it, nice |
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| I'm sorry for that shitty one, a friend and I had an Idea regarding an antology of misogynistic poetry, we wrote them in spanish but I'll try my best to translate one of them "Those Obsidian eyes, That cast net tangled-hair, you are cute as a pint o' beer but don't even taste like hangover" |
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| They're pretty bitter I will admit but you must have been hurt bad if you write stuff like that, it stings just reading it. |
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TheConquerer said: I wasn't, it's a concept, m8, just developing the initial idea- I don't write too much cause I ain't too goodThey're pretty bitter I will admit but you must have been hurt bad if you write stuff like that, it stings just reading it. Here's nother one At morning smells like gorditas de chicharrón (Mexican traditional food) By afternoon smells of smog and youth There's a smell, at night, of sheer blazing And I burn down slowly This is the true version En la mañana huele a gorditas de chicharrón Por la tarde a smog y juventud Huele, ya en la noche, a pura quemazón Y me calcino con lentitud |
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UnoPuntoCinco said: TheConquerer said: I wasn't, it's a concept, m8, just developing the initial idea- I don't write too much cause I ain't too goodThey're pretty bitter I will admit but you must have been hurt bad if you write stuff like that, it stings just reading it. Here's nother one At morning smells like gorditas de chicharrón (Mexican traditional food) By afternoon smells of smog and youth There's a smell, at night, of sheer blazing And I burn down slowly This is the true version En la mañana huele a gorditas de chicharrón Por la tarde a smog y juventud Huele, ya en la noche, a pura quemazón Y me calcino con lentitud ah~ esto es tan fantastico en español. el flujo es muy sensorio. |
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jemu-senpai said: gracias, amiguitoUnoPuntoCinco said: I wasn't, it's a concept, m8, just developing the initial idea- I don't write too much cause I ain't too good Here's nother one At morning smells like gorditas de chicharrón (Mexican traditional food) By afternoon smells of smog and youth There's a smell, at night, of sheer blazing And I burn down slowly This is the true version En la mañana huele a gorditas de chicharrón Por la tarde a smog y juventud Huele, ya en la noche, a pura quemazón Y me calcino con lentitud ah~ esto es tan fantastico en español. el flujo es muy sensorio. |
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| That one was definitely more abstract that others,the enjambment (new word for me) is definitely what gives it a kinda running style. |
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| (Tower of) Babylon: There was once a girl on the internet who insisted words be defined as she said She wrested linguistic portions into the strangest of abortions and soon only fools knew what she meant |
| Now you're wondering if there's white text in any of my other posts. Over there, I'm everywhere. I know that. |
| Just wanna say thanks for all the input! I didn't expect people to post that much poetry! Veg, that Yugioh poem sounds like it could be a sick song and ska that poem about the moon was actually really beautiful, it compensated what I felt for missing out on the eclipse. @Cael I'm liking the Limerick approach, definitely something new. As for me I'll try and post something today or tommorow! |
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| que es el amor? bebe, no me hagas dano no me hagas dano no mas |
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| Wrote this while on the train while in a tunnel Drifting down the endless nights Of wall and stone that is, The crowning decorations of Hades realm The moon shines no more down here And the sun is reduced to all but a mere legend A folk tale of a brave hero, who dared To rise up into the heavens A cosmic being above all else And to which all others can look up to -and believe but never see For the sun burned down all keen eyes To avoid seeing what lay behind A man like every man else |
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[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
geniobastardo said: you're too deep I suppose its a blessing and a curse @Yuno Haha I love it! You won!, I love comedy in poetry, that takes skill. |
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I've never done poetry. Does all poetry tend to have a standard structure? I know there's like haikus and what not, but is there a kind of standard structure for writing poetry? You must write them a lot OP cause your's are really good :) |
FintanSep 29, 2015 12:08 PM
| Yuno, to be honest thats a great idea but I feel tat makes it harder to find, tell you what I'll make a poetry club and post in this thread to attract newcomers! Get a couple of officers and maybe a card-maker, could be interesting thugh first I gotta figure out some stuff. Pm me if you're interested! Fintan said: I've never done poetry. Does all poetry tend to have a standard structure? I know there's like haikus and what not, but is there a kind of standard structure for writing poetry? You must write them a lot OP cause your's are really good :) I liked that man, its deep. Really you don't need a structure for poetry. If you prefer letting your thoughts run at least like I do its better not to constrict yourself with sonnets or iambic pentameter. Thanks! I do have an interest in English literature so maybe thats why. |
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| Here are some excerpts from a conversation with a cutie about no valer verga It came out to be somewhat poetic "To become one with the universe" "to be nothing and everything" "not caring about tobacco" "or anything at all" "that's why I take refugee of 'the vice'" "Though there is a certain cozyness to the lethargy" "I do just fine by watching the weather change" "I fit wherever I'm placed" "Why should I suffer if I can anesthetize myself?" |
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-YunoGasai said: lmao nicely done. TheConquerer said: either egyptian/10 or blasphemy/10, can't tell which |
| Now you're wondering if there's white text in any of my other posts. Over there, I'm everywhere. I know that. |
| Thanks Cael! (not sure what to make of it though :P) @Veg, you trying to make a poem out of your replies :D ? I'd love to hear you unravel the mysteries of the poem! |
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| I didnt want to let anyone down who's been writing so hard so here's something The cliff is cold, like a dead man's breath And waves thud harshly 'gainst it Slipping down back into its froth And above the water, but below the rain Lay a creature, a chick, simple and plain Its eyes closed it hears the waves, that rock its crib, like a soothing pain It waited, and waited But noone came for it And thats when it knew- Slowly and steadily the chick crawls out Of the casket it was born into And looking up to a thundering sky- Takes it first step Straight into the abyss The wind stings and the air is harsh But it slowly trains its wings Thin and brittle to bear the fury Of the tempest that it has So precariously fallen into Now it flies, for how long? Who can tell among us, None and none can know Where that chick will fly to So let us wait and let us see What will be its destiny To sad and sweet, to bitter and bright To deepest darkness, to brightest light It flies |
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| Well here goes nothing lol A deliberate disguise, one eyed, underlined. My tattered thoughts, loose and cruel And on that day you lay there, silent and dry That day, of all days, a calm mute Thoughtful, eyes strong, maybe mocking. Shaking my world with the casual havoc of your trembling voice. It was so easy Avoiding your lips Crashing against your hips, the rigid symmetrical symphony. And those mistakes to come, open out before me So many faces Ravana * * * Black!, ‘a mottled memory true’, but it never stops. Remembering back before, a scattered image now Stretching arms, inhaling your fumes….and then Grey!, One swift motion, a smile, or was it a laugh? ‘BITCH, YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!’; did I say that? ‘Be rational now please’. ‘Control yourself…just….just….calm the fuck down okay’ White!, noise smashing against reason, deep breaths, shaking ‘Come on control yourself’ ‘You’re a man(?!?) now…..Control yourself….’ * * *. Omniscient heart, wondering ‘oh how she suffers’, alone I’ll call her…. Green parka, greasy hair and apparent timid air Stigmata of my curiosity, forced upon her tiny face It’s like rape We never touch, look or talk Innocent, arms straight rigid at her side, running, Strange yet Beautiful! Or so she seems, from a distance. Desperate to satisfy, desperate to comfort. From a distance, strangely beautiful * * * SHIT….more trouble She hath rightly fucked with my head My masterpiece, Inside these four walls of shadows and non-events, YOU!!! You had to come along and fuck it right up….apropos Almost poetic, don’t you agree? Different face now, same result. This time I’m now blinded By a black frame on whites; tooth? It’s beautiful Awkward, popular and worst of all blessed with the common touch Those uninterested modesties, a casual glance Fuck, more trouble….this reunion, rewriting again Her Presence, brings no comfort But I need it. Her Absence, brings no comfort But I need it. SHIT!!!!! * * * Ravana! Nefarious, a new face returning; older now Bearing the scars of our time, my geometry, The echoes of which Mirroring hollow sentiment and trite posturing. The blind narcissus, gazing aimlessly, When he himself, that is ‘Hamlet, noticed only the scars which disfigured his chest, hands and feet’ His chest, hands and feet His chest, hands and feet His chest, hands and feet No time now for old faces Messianic drawl, a speeding acolyte for all our broken promise. Just surrender yourself to me!!! Please, surrender to me! Hurt me, please, Soorpanaka Scratch!!!! * * * Just one drink! Objective….self effacement….my own murder The ugly truth, the whole truth I tell myself - ‘It’s for your own good’ Four, Empress of Doubt, laments? Sighs then smiles, ‘You’d just be too much work, we’d never make it….’, Too AWARE, Too UNBENDING, Too YOUNG, Too CRUEL Picturing Our story’s conclusion, beautiful for it’s baffling absence of sentiment Saying ‘It would never work’ Thinking It would work! Repeating ‘It would never work!’ Knowing It would work!!! Her breath, the only sound I choose to hear these days Neglected chance! I regret The Lost asylum of the hazel gaze I mourn The inevitable separation I accept The necessity of two lives; each free of the other. I flinch, repeating You one Live once Life is short * * * In the end, it’s all only stale words But they’re deafening The failures of each face, screaming at me, Every enigmatic spore, looking forwards primly Ravana, the latest name of an unwanted friend Day after day, the same cycle, four times Muttering in-between silences ‘The awful daring of a moments surrender’ At dusk, she glides towards me defiantly, or at least drunk Free from the distance of the day, Once again, strangely beautiful ‘What’s wrong with you, do you even care?’ |
| And I'm here in your pocket Curled up in a dollar And the chain from your watch around my neck And I'll stay right here until it's time |
| Hi, Poetry thread. I used to share a lot of my poetry online! But now I'm a little more private with it. I'm wondering if one (or two) person(/people) would like to become a poetry buddy with me, where we swap pieces and have conversations about them. Do con-crit, comments, deconstructions, or even keep each other inspired. Side note, a lot of my poetry can be considered cheesy/edgy. That's a disclaimer/heads-up, not a brag. Heh. |
| Here's a haiku I wrote while playing Cards Against Humanity. The last line was a blank card. What would you put for the last line? Waiting 'till marriage. Pretending to be happy. Forever alone. |
DalPuriOct 7, 2015 7:13 PM
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