I agree with Ariadna :nice:

call me ari, is shorter.

call me ari, is shorter.

 

:uhoh: I was kinda scared that it was the name only close friends can use for you...but will do :nice:

:uhoh: I was kinda scared that it was the name only close friends can use for you...but will do :nice:

i'm used to the short form althought it's not my real name... it's my pen-name.. most my teachers told me not to use a pen-name but i want to, it have an important and special sense to me.

i'm used to the short form althought it's not my real name... it's my pen-name.. most my teachers told me not to use a pen-name but i want to, it have an important and special sense to me.

 

well, as long as it makes you happy. :wink:

 

Anyways, my real name's Miro...but Byron is of a special meaning to me...let's say if it were alive, I'd be in love with it :shy:

nice to meet you Miro. *shakes hands*

 

may be tomorrow i'll write a new poem, i hope so, i feel i need to but it don't come... :/ i think i'm a bit blocked now.

nice to meet you Miro. *shakes hands*

 

may be tomorrow i'll write a new poem, i hope so, i feel i need to but it don't come... :/ i think i'm a bit blocked now.

 

it's sure to be better tomorrow...it seems to me all you need is a bit of sleep.

It will come to you, I'm sure :nice:

wow viri :o I really LOVE this one. I think that's a highlight for this thread if you ask me.

 

oh? Why did you liked it so much?:confused::laugh3:

Sounds of trains

barefeet,

sitting by the window

trees all around

such a view

such a view of you

la solitudine

in your eyes

barefeet

dirty feet

morto nel treno

 

to me this is like an epitomic example of the use of imagery. you capture "sitting by the window/trees all around" etc. la solitudine is your climax. but barefeet/dirty feet/morto nel treno sounds beautiful. Even though I don't know what morto nel treno means for sure. your imagery carries this poem and the additions from a different language is what makes it a GREAT poem

wow incredible, this morning i write two poems :o while i was in a lecture... lol the rest of my classmates thought those were some homework :S

Here's one of the new ones...

 

The Mirror

to me this is like an epitomic example of the use of imagery. you capture "sitting by the window/trees all around" etc. la solitudine is your climax. but barefeet/dirty feet/morto nel treno sounds beautiful. Even though I don't know what morto nel treno means for sure. your imagery carries this poem and the additions from a different language is what makes it a GREAT poem

 

Oh.. well La Solitudine means Loneliness and morto nel treno means died in the train.

 

 

But well when you put it like that.. It does sound good:thinking: Thanks! haha I was just wanted to write about my pretty feet :nice: How I would like to walk barefoot into the train:embarassed:

 

Here are my pretty feet :nice:

 

A Scene From A Dream

 

If love is not the answer

Then maybe I misunderstood

If you weren't trying

Then maybe I shouldn't think you would

 

The scene from a dream

Impossible as you seem

I try to love you

Wrong colours I put into

Personal painting I drew

 

Where am I

Where did you leave me

What are you achieving?

Am I in your arms?

Will you stay or are you leaving?

In your hands?

Or are they empty?

 

I adore this poem Elsje. I just love it. :cry:

Its nice to come here, and to read your poems...;)

Awh thanks Jan! I adore/love your comments ! :P

Why won't you make one again?:)

I'm sure it'll be good.

sulking

 

hot, moist breath

I feel in the hand that covers my mouth

with weak legs

laying in the brown covers

that smell of nakedness

I want to sleep

I'm not excited by anything

save me

save me

 

I need a pause

but I need to go somewhere and live

like the acrobats

so gracefully swing

martyred alive

crossing the dead

going through the ring of fire.

hold my hand

save me

 

 

genre

 

I hope that this doesn't fit

like a square in a round hole

like a hole in a rounded soul

like a blue light special in a darkroom

like you with me

like me with be, the, fee, tea, glee, she, lovely,

ugly, sultry, unsultry, non-sultry, under-sultry,

lacking-of-sultriness, etc.

into a genre of stuff

that has a genre

(non-repetitive)-->that's how I hope it is

 

 

acoustic serenade (mazzy star influence "five string serenade")

 

this is my five string serenade

you promised you heard it played

heard by every person we know

we know we had something long ago

once you hear this played

I hope it happens again

my sweet acoustic serenade

that we will share the same love-fate

 

 

to the unknown cause

 

my pen crosses about itself

to whom it may concern

for the child whose mouth never opened

a word or two

from my mouth I release a sigh

I am a poet

and for that reason I write

finding no other reason

than the truth

that I can use my stack of pens

and my pile of blank sheets

to use

to convey

to admit

to confess

to release

About how many poems do you write in a day? 'cause I don't write everyday.. It just comes and goes.. and then I throw them away lol

About how many poems do you write in a day? 'cause I don't write everyday.. It just comes and goes.. and then I throw them away lol

 

I write like a couple of times a week or something. But sometimes I write a lot more or a lot less of course

oh it seems to me like you write a lot. Anyway, I liked your last poem :)

On the 21th of April, my band will perform and I had to write a love song.

 

Love Is Its Name

 

If hope is a waking dream

Then I shouldn't stop the thoughts in my head

See you as you seem

Live life with love and no regret

 

This word I never knew

The meaning I've yet to meet

I gotta know for now

Can you feel the need?

 

Make up the breakdown &

No more charades

I saw you standing and

I don't want the shades

 

This picture I'm making

The painting I drew

The view that I want it to be

Will eventually end up with you

 

(Not finished yet)

reverse poem assignment for intro to poetry writing

 

Julius

 

From the spiritual realm of the dead

I’m struggling to breathe;

my garb is moist and sticky and cold

From my lungs to their appointed veins

from my esophagus I stop choking

all the roads lead to my heart.

as life and blood and strength revives me,

I feel shooting pains in my back

counted on 23 different points.

 

Everything goes back to color

tinted a dark brown-reddish;

the ground falls into my running back,

and erasing my bloody pools.

Then my good friends lead me,

removing the knives from my back,

healing my spilled organs;

each one reminds of my trust and love

Casca says “adelphoi boethei!”

meaning “help brothers!”

Then I sit down and Casca heals

the last wound in my neck,

and I go back to reading the petition to give them power.

Keep Awake

^I wrote it this monday.

 

Tomorrow I'll post a new one i wrote this morning, very special for me.

 

Wow is great to write again and i used to. :D

 

Great poems people. ;) I didn't knew that you were in a band kyuu. :D

A candle in the night

Yeah well the band is actually a friend of mine playing acoustic guitar and me singing the songs, so.

Yeah well the band is actually a friend of mine playing acoustic guitar and me singing the songs, so.

is a band. a band is not only be famous, and be more than 3 musicians. :D congrats, have you ever played any gig? I mean or are you yet forming the band?

some friends of mine had the same idea, but didn't do anything yet... they are busy with uni like me. but the idea is still on our minds. :D

Newest song written, inspired by... whatever.

 

He finds it hard to remain true

From the secrets he keeps from you

Looking back will make you shiver

Touch his skin

 

 

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

Let me be the audience

Let me watch your charades

Keep to the lines

Until your mask fades

 

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

 

Now that you know his story

Every word from day to day

Know all of his history

I see you shiver

Touched his skin

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

 

 

 

 

Newest song written, inspired by... whatever.

 

He finds it hard to remain true

From the secrets he keeps from you

Looking back will make you shiver

Touch his skin

 

 

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

Let me be the audience

Let me watch your charades

Keep to the lines

Until your mask fades

 

 

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

 

Now that you know his story

Every word from day to day

Know all of his history

I see you shiver

Touched his skin

 

Let him be the actor

One with a heart of stone

Give the script and make him play

he's not alone

he's not alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

wow...how mature of you :nice:

 

it's excellent...emotional, in fact.

 

*I'm losing precious time...but I'm going now...