Poets

[grids]

its so hard to say goodbye

sometimes i feel dizzy

sometimes i feel okay

when it feels so hard to build

then i know how it feels right now

i decided to make far distance away from you

yeah i do, only you

and there's no reason why i did that to you

its hard to say i'm sorry

its hard to say goodbye

i felt so much stronger than before

without you

its better to forget

without you

its great to know each other

i unwind his wings so that he can't fly away he wanted to

and i kicked his head so that he can't see anything

 

poor him

poor me

so we cant connect with each other again

but i find another way

i better to getting hike into the top of the line

then we'll see how it is

its nice to know you

and now its better to say goodbye

forever, and never meet again

[Best u Can]

take me down to your special sea

eye to eye, my accompany

touch my lips to speak again

broken sixstring ring again

crown my name with your everything

break my chain cause i' m giving in

 

you come with me all the way

 

white light look i' d rather stare

into the eyes of your garden' s sphere

 

you come with me all the way

you comfort me all the way

 

take me down to your special sea

disarm me weapon novelty

touch my lips to speak again

broken six string ring again

lend me your voice new jerusalem

shut my mouthful of empty games

all of my diamonds

all through this strain life

all of me reckless

on to this pain strife

deep to me deeply

look to me gently

drawn to you dearly

drawn to you

 

There are a few grammatical errors, but I like this too. Especially the bold lines.

[Best u Can]

Life is an Act that was Plagiarized

 

You are certainly welcome to legitimize

the contraband you have submitted.

Though our analyses show naught of an origin-

other than that which was centrifugal

to inscriptions antiquated- so concluded

millenia ago- but with famed historicity.

Or if it pleases you, turn yourself in

to serve the sentence Shakespeare didn't.

 

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Philosophy is Dead

 

A body found frozen and broken

in carnage separations-

the singular symbol of freedom

individualized in pose-

upon participating in damnation

its nerve-lenses ambiguous

so it won't see hope,

that fearful sight

as she lay motionless

 

where are the philosophae of the dead?

 

she committed the act

by ink injection

the pen through the sternum

so she could utter that she truly had ink run through her veins

 

_________________________________

 

Biblical Blood-Letting

 

The seven-hundredth year served by Noah

is sufficient for flooding mankind's thought.

Though the thirty third time our earth revolved Jesus sun-round

thought to be three off, nevertheless thrifts God

and cheapens the charge of Adam's trickery-

to naught from fire unquenched forever.

 

When will wedlock's sacred rite of practice,

and participation of priests' prayer

to penance provoked in patron ground,

that pilgrimaged- blood poured-

purge people completely uncut

from certain starvations as serpents suffered in revelations?

[grids]

our memories

 

hello, are you there?

are you there for me?

wish i can stand with you

with heart and soul

feelings and emotions

i ran away from you

because there's some reason

for keep anything between us

and make you understand

here i come

here i will show you all about me

here i will show to the world

 

take your breath away

stuck in the middle of crowded place

i saw your face

i broke up all promises to you

i swear i won't do it more

because of you

listen to the rhymes

lights are going with you

after all, i missed our memories that we did

[Best u Can]

keep writing grids. I can't imagine how hard it must be to write in a second language, you are an inspiration to me in that way

[grids]

keep writing grids. I can't imagine how hard it must be to write in a second language, you are an inspiration to me in that way

 

thank you :square:

 

i actually write the poems with english directly. sometimes in indo if there's an assignment to do (which is relative the topic about poems):P

[FlyingV]

Your photo is only something I look at every day

Your face is only as an angels

Your kindness is only unsurpassable

Your beauty is only boundless

Your laughter is only the sweetest melody to hit my ears

Your presence is only the most adorable thing ever

You only occupy all my thoughts and desires

 

And I’m only human

 

plz help me come up wif a name for this poem ^^

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

nice one Terry.

 

you know my suggestion: You make me human.

[grids]

Your photo is only something I look at every day

Your face is only as an angels

Your kindness is only unsurpassable

Your beauty is only boundless

Your laughter is only the sweetest melody to hit my ears

Your presence is only the most adorable thing ever

You only occupy all my thoughts and desires

 

And I’m only human

 

plz help me come up wif a name for this poem ^^

 

hmm :rolleyes:

 

what if "it's hard to be like you?" :nice:

[Best u Can]

I believe this is my first sonnet. It is for British Literature, written entirely in iambic pentameter in the Italian/Petrarchan rhyme scheme abba abba cdcd ee

 

“Shaken Winter”

 

It’s cold in winter times, the days are short;

the nails and bricks start loosening their cracks,

but I must look beyond the winter’s tricks,

and find myself a positive retort.

And from my spirit shaken or ignored,

I’ll carry winter’s coldest nights in sacks;

where in the summer, there will it unpack

so I can strike the longer days their chords.

And in those moments will the sonnet’s farce

be true to sadness, coldness, and the word-

its ‘torment’ solemn, darken summer’s course;

no matter that to you may look absurd-

To die in light, that is my holy vow.

To live through night, that will I try somehow.

[Best u Can]

erm, I thought I hit submit only once

[Lera]

To die in light, that is my holy vow.

To live through night, that will I try somehow.

 

Sounds so... poetic :surprised:

[FlyingV]

makes me stronger

 

15 years i spent in your house

all this time I've wonted to get out

all the nights i spent crying in bed

all the deed you done you want to forget

through all this i continued to grow

and now I've learnt things no one else seems to know

i know you'd like to take it back

but you cant change your past and thats a fact

yet my smile isn't fake

and my dream you didn't break

what was lost is nothing to what i retained

and overall id say i gained

at time id have shot myself

and left your god forsaken hell

i decided to stay a little longer

for what dosn't kill me makes me stronger

[ColdMike]

Hey nice poems everyone, really.

Even if I don't post as much as I did before, I still read what everyone posts.

 

My last one has been inspired by the "Hail to the thief" CD sleeve where I picked some words to make weird sentences...

 

It doesn't have a title...

It could be called Paranoiac

 

 

It's an entry, it's just a test

To check out if players are ready to give their best.

The red carpet is a sweet illusion

So they'll be not paying attention,

Because no one can get out of the mansion

Alive, that would mean the end of their mission.

 

I'll be driven to my own loss

Chosen and away I'll be tossed.

My home is left empty, vacant

Overtaken by deads and ghosts,

By devils who scare me, who want

Me to be one of their hosts.

 

All the exits have been blocked

The armed patrol made them locked.

With the hungry guilt of darkness hiding into light,

They'll tell me everything will be alright,

Not to look into the mirror,

Not to discover what's behind the door.

 

I'm only curious and nothing's more human

Than opening the door and there I stand.

I try to avoid eye contact with the shadows

The stream of the river has already stolen what I know.

It grabbed who I was, my soul's gone,

And that's how are born those odd clones.

 

There's an army of them out there,

Looking for pushing me from the top of the stairs.

In every street I walk, I can feel their eyes

Fixed on me, they're all in disguise

They hide wherever they can, they're all spies

They'll stalk me down until the sunrise.

 

I'll find a way of escaping, a bit of freedom

Away from the clones living in my kingdom.

They know I'm anti-security, their perfect danger,

I wait for the ballistic collision of the sunset in the center.

That may not really be the right answer,

But they'll stop while I'll be getting on further.

 

I move out of the broken branches

I can't give in the keys of my chances.

Finally, those copies ended up being nothing.

There will be no point in remembering

That there will be no recovery.

Any of the roads can end so quickly.

[Best u Can]

if love were phlegm

 

if love was phlegm and you were a tissue

I would throw through pneumonia's sputum

all over your goo-gluey thin paper layers

you'd be drowning disintegrated by clear gelly

I would go to smoke to choke til I spat

in many chunk colored layers of clear hack,

greenish-rusty crusty, brown-gray grainèd

love-hot-snot all over you, so you'll smile

and no one could touch you but my coated

pus and cilia and crusty blooded smothered

covered hands you thin paper layer handkerchief

[miss capa]

Here is something I wrote;

I wait 'till midnight

 

Just to talk to you,

Just to joke with you,

Just to see your face,

I wait 'till midnight.

 

Although I am tired,

My eyelids heavier than winter snow,

Although I have no reason to stay awake,

I wait 'till midnight.

 

And yet I can not see you.

You can not see the smile on my face,

When I see your name.

Your laugh I can not hear,

as we talk about the day.

 

Although daily commitments come my way.

Although reality snaps me back home.

Even when your name never appears,

I wait 'till midnight.

 

I smile when I say your name, when I hear it, when I write it.

But is it the same for you?

I tell my friends of our conversations, but they fail to understand.

The sorrow I feel, because, you are never truely here.

 

As I toil my life away,

Waiting for that someone,

Who I beleive could be you,

My life here brings me back, and still, for you,

I wait 'till midnight.

[janhaw]

Emma Beatrice; i adore the poem.

Especially this part:

 

Although I am tired,

My eyelids heavier than winter snow,

Although I have no reason to stay awake,

I wait 'till midnight.

 

Reminds me of a cold, winter night. City covered with snow, and everything is quite. Somewhere, some girl plays Mondschein on her piano. One candle is lighten on the window.

Ok. better stop now. :)

:kiss:

[grids]

Hey nice poems everyone, really.

Even if I don't post as much as I did before, I still read what everyone posts.

 

My last one has been inspired by the "Hail to the thief" CD sleeve where I picked some words to make weird sentences...

 

It doesn't have a title...

It could be called Paranoiac

 

 

It's an entry, it's just a test

To check out if players are ready to give their best.

The red carpet is a sweet illusion

So they'll be not paying attention,

Because no one can get out of the mansion

Alive, that would mean the end of their mission.

 

I'll be driven to my own loss

Chosen and away I'll be tossed.

My home is left empty, vacant

Overtaken by deads and ghosts,

By devils who scare me, who want

Me to be one of their hosts.

 

All the exits have been blocked

The armed patrol made them locked.

With the hungry guilt of darkness hiding into light,

They'll tell me everything will be alright,

Not to look into the mirror,

Not to discover what's behind the door.

 

I'm only curious and nothing's more human

Than opening the door and there I stand.

I try to avoid eye contact with the shadows

The stream of the river has already stolen what I know.

It grabbed who I was, my soul's gone,

And that's how are born those odd clones.

 

There's an army of them out there,

Looking for pushing me from the top of the stairs.

In every street I walk, I can feel their eyes

Fixed on me, they're all in disguise

They hide wherever they can, they're all spies

They'll stalk me down until the sunrise.

 

I'll find a way of escaping, a bit of freedom

Away from the clones living in my kingdom.

They know I'm anti-security, their perfect danger,

I wait for the ballistic collision of the sunset in the center.

That may not really be the right answer,

But they'll stop while I'll be getting on further.

 

I move out of the broken branches

I can't give in the keys of my chances.

Finally, those copies ended up being nothing.

There will be no point in remembering

That there will be no recovery.

Any of the roads can end so quickly.

 

omg, your poem is so touching. :cry:

[grids]

stabbed back at the corner

thinking about you

i hope this is not a chance for me

its nothing to be about it

and realize that you are the trouble

sometimes i feel like no one notice me

dont have anything to do with it

and everytime i think about it

it always lose on my mind

 

i ever said that i cant do it this time

the right thing that i want to say is

suddenly i fall down before something is hurting me

and killing me inside

i cant decide between all these things

i even cant consider anything to it

 

because you're the only one i need

yes you are the only one i need

because you're the only one i see

yes you are the only one i see

because you're the only one i pain

yes you are the only one i pain

'cause you know until the end

until you know the end of the world

 

i didnt realize when i wrote these, it was like it hadn't no relation between each paragraph, i think its kinda like a lyric though:P

[miss capa]

Run

Run, run like the wind

Run, run like the beast

Sprint, sprint into the distance

Sprint, sprint to the sun

 

Smile, smile for a million

Smile, smile for the sunrise

Laugh, laugh at the stars

Laugh, laugh at the rain

 

Look, look to the better

Look, look at the poor

Cry, cry out in hardship

Cry, cry out in joy

 

Love, love those who need it

Love, love those who care

Hate, hate not a single soul

Hate, hate doesn't care

 

Run, run like the wind

Run, run like the beast

Sprint, sprint into the the distance

Sprint, sprint to the sun

 

By the way, thankyou very much for your lovely comment, janhaw!

[miss capa]

Here is a bit of a novelty Poem;

 

I really like glue

The way it sticks to you

The magnicifect adhesive stuff

I cannot get enough

 

You can glue your fingers together

You can do as you watch the weather

You can glue you cat to a chair

And then point and laugh and stare (at the cat)

 

I really like Glue

The way it sticks to you

Oh fruitcake! I glued my mouth shut

(read this line quickly)Now all I can do is type on this forum until the paramedics arrive with that stuff the unglues glue and hope that one day I will be able to talk and comunticate with my friends and family because not being able to talk sucks and is really boring, I just realised this is a shit (excuse my lagnuage) poem and that anyone reading it will point laugh and stare but not because I glued a cat to a chair, just because this poem is lame.

 

*dies*

[Best u Can]

Here is a bit of a novelty Poem;

 

I really like glue

The way it sticks to you

The magnicifect adhesive stuff

I cannot get enough

 

You can glue your fingers together

You can do as you watch the weather

You can glue you cat to a chair

And then point and laugh and stare (at the cat)

 

I really like Glue

The way it sticks to you

Oh fruitcake! I glued my mouth shut

(read this line quickly)Now all I can do is type on this forum until the paramedics arrive with that stuff the unglues glue and hope that one day I will be able to talk and comunticate with my friends and family because not being able to talk sucks and is really boring, I just realised this is a shit (excuse my lagnuage) poem and that anyone reading it will point laugh and stare but not because I glued a cat to a chair, just because this poem is lame.

 

*dies*

 

:laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

[miss capa]

Red, orange, yellow ,green ,blue etc.

Sing a song, of a rainbow

But not one you've heard before

 

Think of the colours diferently

Red isn't so bright anymore

 

Orange gets on your nerves

Yellow can send you blind

 

Green makes you feel unsure

Blue will just leave you behind

 

Indigo is deceitful

You thinks she's beauty all round

 

Same with Little Miss Violet

They both will run you into the ground

 

So Red, yellow, orange, green, blue

Can be the end of you

 

Don't forget Indigo and Violet

Loving these things, you will regret.

 

 

Dont ask where that came from, since I have no idea.

[Lore]

Here is a bit of a novelty Poem;

 

I really like glue

The way it sticks to you

The magnicifect adhesive stuff

I cannot get enough

 

You can glue your fingers together

You can do as you watch the weather

You can glue you cat to a chair

And then point and laugh and stare (at the cat)

 

I really like Glue

The way it sticks to you

Oh fruitcake! I glued my mouth shut

(read this line quickly)Now all I can do is type on this forum until the paramedics arrive with that stuff the unglues glue and hope that one day I will be able to talk and comunticate with my friends and family because not being able to talk sucks and is really boring, I just realised this is a shit (excuse my lagnuage) poem and that anyone reading it will point laugh and stare but not because I glued a cat to a chair, just because this poem is lame.

 

*dies*

 

 

masterpiece :wacky:!

[miss capa]

My Ipod

 

My ipod if full

Of crap

My ipod it basically

A brick

 

The headphones suck and my

Ears hurt

The batteries die alot

That sucks too

 

Its one of those old ones that

is....old

Appariently it worth lots

Yeah right

 

I still love music but not

my ipod

I need a smaller ipod

right now