Poets

[screamworks]

Turn

 

Turn on the radio

no need for stereo

table games and a sword

which loser will it do?

 

all you need is light

to save the painful weight

you've been holding in vain

learn it all again, uneasy

 

life is not an essay

one wrong and you drift away

one bad step and you sink in

dust you turn, futile

 

fragile crashing glasses

don't let it grow more, inside

keep the movement until collides

don't stay stepped back, aside

 

raise your feelings and say

all you need is inner trust

believe in you, beliefs

swap their cards, relief

 

the dice spin in

the coin edge stand

bottle that stops

tears won't drop

 

no need to justify

no reason for sacrifice

make the riddle falls itself

take your chance to choose

 

live your own play

best character on stage

trace your living way

pick your winner game

 

behind you had grown

fears and frowns

reasons to deal a day

to be your own sun

 

don't let them spread along

wake up and be your own light

turn the dreams real again

time to lead the fight of self

[Destrokk]

1981, I wasn't even born.

 

Sitting on the floor

Carpet marks on my arm

Changing the radio stations

I need a vacation

From all of the repeatic songs

I want a song that I can sing along

One that will give me goosebumps

One that will crawl down my spine

One that has more meaning than just a melody and rhymes

Stop making theories

Your're messing with my mind

Stop making stories

Why can't it all rewing?

When we were young

When it was 1981

When all we had to do is put jelly on our toast

When Saturday morning cartoons where what I loved the most.

Now, I'm sitting here not alone

With everyone else

My opinion has been shown

Everyone agrees to disagree

Why can't everyone just get up and flee?

I'll find a radio station,

where they'll play Coldplay, Metric or MGMT.

[Destrokk]

I read the ones on this thread.

You guys are awesome.

I suck D:

[SimpleBlur]

I just started reading some of the lovely poetry in here.... so I guess I will bore everyone with one of my short poems :heart:

 

Emotional Trees

The sound of a chainsaw

What could this be?

The sound of life

Taken from a Tree?

The sight seems innocent

But the tree only lies

Wishing for new tears to cry

[Mrs.Chatterbox]

I just started reading some of the lovely poetry in here.... so I guess I will bore everyone with some of my short poems :heart:

Emotional Trees

The sound of a chainsaw

What could this be?

The sound of life

Taken from a Tree?

The sight seems innocent

But the tree only lies

Wishing for new tears to cry

 

 

Synesthesia

To Taste Grass;

but only it's color

To Hear Music;

but listen to it's taste

To do this would be like a disease

 

Nice ;) I really liked the first one :)

[Mrs.Chatterbox]

Well, something from me, nothing special but still I want to post it :rolleyes:

 

Today you're looking through the window

into the wild wild world.

You see the birds-the swallows

they fly and call for you.

But your heart is black- as coal

and you can't say a word.

 

Deep inside you're suffering from pain

But noone sees this thing at you.

Don't blame them, they're just blind

Just blind people with no reason why...

 

They can't understand the 'real' life

'Cos riddles and codes are all around

which you're trying hard to decypher

But again there is nothing new you can discover

 

Nothing new, what was said before

It's no future for their dreams

Everything around is old

And everything goes round in endless circle of reality (of life)

[babymathew]

Added here one more...

 

Those Eyes

 

Can you peer through those eyes?

The radiance must be blinding.

 

As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand

what the ancients must have felt,

looking up toward the shimmering night sky.

 

All the mysteries and wonders of life

are clearly reflected, as is the light.

 

And even if I’d never be sure

just what chemicals kindle a stars faithful burn.

 

I would still spend every night

dreaming up poems about your eyes

[Prince Myshkin]

My lame effort, influenced by the trippy hippy works of The Beatles. Everything rhymes but I'm gonna take a few of the lines only and fit them into a song. It won't be this long. I made it this long to give me lots of choice.

 

 

 

 

 

To gain the world you don’t have to lose your soul

Just remember that love runs through us all

We are turning upon this world which can’t be bought or sold

To be happy just seek the beauty life beholds

 

Life is only transient

But love of life is permanent

 

Endless talking surrounds a man with fool’s gold

Simply feeling will help you reflect and withhold

Through the years as you begin to grow old

You won’t have to look back on all that’s passed so cold

[Violet]

Since Greg bumped this thread, I thought I might as well share this poem I wrote. It was written on New Year's Day 2010, and it was inspired by a vast amount of angst I was feeling over a specific someone. It probably reads as overly cheesy, but I put my soul into this piece, so I don't really care.

 

The Heart That Felt Too Much

 

Fantasy and Reality.

Two of my least favorite words.

And yet, they reside so

Prevalently within my heart,

Placing me in constant conflict.

 

And it's all because of him.

The one man who, out of

All the men that exist in the world,

My fragile and naïve heart decided it

Wanted. One of many impossibilities.

 

He's far from the first.

I've had many times when I

Yearned, ached for a man that,

For one silly reason or another,

I could not have for my own.

 

However, he's now the culprit.

He is the robber, the one who so

Mercilessly used his powers to

Steal my heart from me, and it seems

He won't give it back any time soon.

 

And yet, part of me doesn't want it.

Yes, I want him to take that heart,

That which has so much love and trust

To give, and yet no real man to whom

I can dole out these rarities.

 

I want him in body.

I want his tall, slender frame in my arms,

And to be able to say I lay in his,

As I imagine his hands on me, placed

Perfectly in the small of my back.

 

I want him in mind.

I want the ability to sense him,

And for him to sense me, as he

Looks into my psyche with his

Beautiful blue eyes, his soul windows.

 

I want him in spirit.

I want that feeling where two souls,

Lost and searching for something more,

Unite together into one unit, of which

Nothing exists but the most sincere love.

 

Alas, I'm the only lost soul here.

He is happy with his life as it is,

Far away across the Atlantic,

Far away from such unneeded chaos,

Far away from me, his adorer.

 

I've tried to get rid of him.

My heart, fragile and naïve,

Is also stubborn, and refuses to

Relinquish what little happiness

It has received from such a man.

 

My heart cares not of the sorrow.

It cares not of the hundreds of tears

I have shed, the distraught and confused

Feelings he causes, the vast angst

Of which he so graciously brings me.

 

No, for now, it merely gives me dreams.

I dream of my fingers in his hair,

So fine and fair, and of our lips

Joined together in bliss as he

Gently and tenderly strokes my face.

 

I dream of the impossible.

I await the day where he tells me,

Whispering in my ear, as I feel his breath,

"It's OK. Don't be afraid. I understand,

And I return your feelings of love."

[Gitta Rensolo]

I can't believe that I:

 

a) wrote something again

b) wrote something again in GERMAN

c) wrote something again in german which is not a depressing one

d) wrote something again in german which is not a depressing one and not even bad

 

yes

 

nobody will understand, but I will post it anyways...,:wacky:

 

Man spricht über Leben

streben nach Leben dann abheben.

Streben nach Liebe

spricht nicht über Triebe

ist auch nicht abgehoben

würde im Kopf zu sehr toben.

Ist Verwirrung gestiftet,

wenn du driftest, nein man driftet

in Gedanken

einmal ein Schwanken,

dann Blockade,

Maskerade.

Viel Streben nach Leben,

leben nach Liebe?

Nach Liebe?

lieben nach Leben?

Nach Leben?

Streben nach Liebe.

Muss einiges erreichen,

Herzen erweichen.

Ist Liebe gestiftet,

du driftest, nein man driftet,

nicht in schwankenden Gedanken,

doch in gedachten Schwankungen.

 

Gedanken sollte man beenden.

Doch Inspiration?

 

 

:wacky:

 

I just want to repost my most recent but german one.

Oh Yeah. And when I am home I will read through that thread again. I think you can find some interesting stuff in here. We are so creative :awesome:

[eff-exx]

This is a poem I wrote last year (or was it two years back...) and sent it in to be featured in my school's annual magazine, but got rejected.

 

 

I, Prisoner.

 

I feel myself quiver with fear,

As time I anticipate,

On my face I feel a tear,

As I become fear's mate.

 

I can hear the music churn,

Around me or in my head,

I can feel my insides burn,

With retaliation and dread.

 

Everyday I walk the same boulevard,

Everyday it leads to the same place,

Everyday I'm in a caged yard,

Everyday self-control I face.

 

Memories blasting from the past,

A hundred and one tiredness,

From it I run fast,

But I can feel looming darkness,

Though this place is vast,

It makes more sadness.

 

Things repeat itself,

The world spinning around,

I try to save me from myself,

Save me from water's drown.

 

I can feel my heart sink,

Poison tears splatter in me,

I try to pass it all in a wink,

But back around it flees.

 

Tomorrow I will re walk me,

Fight back who I am,

Not letting me be,

But be brave facing them.

 

I am a prisoner of my own creation,

A captive of my own imagination,

In this story of my revelation.

 

 

 

If I'm not mistaken, the poem was written as an interpretation of the piano sketch 'Us Prisoners' by InnerVersion. But I think it had me being personal haha.

 

Endless talking surrounds a man with fool’s gold

 

No, for now, it merely gives me dreams.

I dream of my fingers in his hair,

So fine and fair, and of our lips

Joined together in bliss as he

Gently and tenderly strokes my face.

 

I dream of the impossible.

I await the day where he tells me,

Whispering in my ear, as I feel his breath,

"It's OK. Don't be afraid. I understand,

And I return your feelings of love."

 

Oooh, I like these parts. :wacko:

[Violet]

Thanks. :wacky:

[Prince Myshkin]

Yeah thanks Lyvie :hug:

 

Having not really been able to write something properly for a few months I seem to be on a spurt. This is based on the dream I mentioned in the weird dreams thread and it's written in the style of some of the psychedelic Flaming Lips stuff.

 

She was waiting to be changed

To stop her falling out of place

Reaching out to touch the sun

And draw the warmth closer

She was never meant to be

Within the circles she’d been thrust

So small sailing amongst the stars

Without a map

 

Knowing they would always win

She soared outside the atmosphere

As she suffocated and bled her love

It ripped its way through the skies

And showered over everyone

Staining the land with a new hope

A million people shared their hearts

Without fear

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

finally this thread is active again. :surprised: :dance:

i miss the good times there, Byron and Mike were great poets.

[Gitta Rensolo]

not to forget Eric who has started the thread:wacko:

[ViVA Child]

if i post a poem would you tell me what you think?

i dont usually share what i write and i want to know if i should give it up or not? :uhoh:

[eff-exx]

if i post a poem would you tell me what you think?

i dont usually share what i write and i want to know if i should give it up or not? :uhoh:

 

+1

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

gena and ly, if you do post poems i'll give you my opinion, yes.

 

true gitta, eric is good aswell, but remember the two i said kept this thread active back some years ago.

[Prince Myshkin]

The bite marks upon your lip

Make me realise that only love can hurt me

Your beauty echoes within

Such pulchritude, such a tender soul

 

The flames do not swallow our desires

Time does not inhibit our rapture

I saw you live, I saw your flaws

I shared myself and you shared yours

[ViVA Child]

Ok well.... fuck, here it goes :bomb:

 

:scared:

 

...it a long one.

 

 

 

She was nine when she woke

With no innocence of a child

The rose glass shattered

Her mirror image

left for dead

she now beheld

Reality stained bright red.

 

Turned inside out

for a million judging eyes

Their jeers and calls

And crowbars pried

For a light she hid inside her mind.

 

It was there,

her whole self she’d hide

Deep in her skull

Only surface shows scars

No finding her to where she crawled

She stowed away in the belly of their guitars.

 

And His Takamine

Could lift hearts up off the floor

Each opus carved and flooded light

From under the outline

Of an imaginary door

 

And when he strung an acoustic chord

When all was quiet

Solace flooded in through her ears

And when she needed an electric

To amplify her screams

She felt something in her riot

 

It rioted alright

inside her bruised iron ribs

And clawed and howled

But every time it reached

her tongue and eyes

For eighteen years

It emerged as a whimper

and unseen tears

 

And what she found, she

Lost?

But held fast to melodies and chords

Despite the cost

Of watching the tide

Of Rage ebb and surge

And wash away her waking world

The dark, the dirt, became her hide.

 

He told her just be patient and don’t worry

Never give in, never give in

Music could ignite her bones

His words could warm her frozen skin

Because the lights would guide her home

Because … she believed him.

 

Something

Green grew in her heart

And itch to quit

To turn it in

Slide out of the dark

To reach and end

Dump it off

Not wanting a cycle of recycled revenge

 

In her four walls

Was a rabbit heart

And a window

called "Long Live Life"

Through which their sound waves

Slithered in,

On winds of change

And coaxed her lips to part

 

 

Her double life

The darker half

Curled and burned

Under spotlight

 

The truth was ugly

The truth did not set her free

Broken shards of silence

Bleed out reality

And stung and stayed

Like fragments of glass

Like memory.

They closed an eye, they turned an ear

and told her to go back to class.

 

No turning back, she couldn’t stay

She’d smashed a plate

Destroyed their sleeping world,

She crashed down.

She broke

away.

 

Now free

A 17 year old girl

Kissed it goodbye

From the ruble, she would flee

To go and see

Her entity

Now played aloud

The hope she held within

For half her life

Splayed out before a crowd

Of twenty two thousand and three

And for the first time believed

That you can smile and cry

At the exact same time.

 

 

When all things end, all things go home

So she went off to find one

With her shiny braided scars

Deep in the folds of he brain

and headphones for all time

Since she was nine

Perched upon a mind

She has not yet lost.

 

And that is more to have than some.

 

 

 

[nouratan]

like i said before Gena i love it:kiss: and is worth the wait. it takes me on the journey of life with the kid and ultimately one feels her pain and joy in finding something worth living for and with.

i just love it and as said before start the book, i'll read it :hug:

[ViVA Child]

like i said before Gena i love it:kiss: and is worth the wait. it takes me on the journey of life with the kid and ultimately one feels her pain and joy in finding something worth living for and with.

i just love it and as said before start the book, i'll read it :hug:

 

Haleema is AMAZING AND WONDERFUL yall!

:hug:

[nouratan]

^:kiss:

[*MX*ColdplayObsess3d]

Poetry

 

Today I was officially named a poet by maggy, so I thought I'd share with those who would like to hear some of my writings. If you're a poet and you think you know it, feel free to share what you've got! The poem can be on any subject, and doesn't have to rhyme. Here's what I so far have to offer:

 

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Trails of cake

and chocolate chips

what are their uses :thinking:

Hooks and lines

to reel in something

or someone (or more than one ;))

Chris and Jonny

following those lines

to end up at our houses

You tell the tale from there. :wink3:

 

 

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If Chocolate Cake is heaven

then what is Jonny+Chocolate Cake?

If Hershey's Milk Chocolate is da bomb

then what is Chris+Hershey's?

If the Chocolate Cake was made with Hershey's,

would both stars follow me?

 

 

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This one was for maggy's birthday today:

 

Hope you have a wonderful day

With cake and chocolate

May the day be made special

By that special cake

Bringing irresistible Jonny to you

 

 

 

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I'm a poet that didn't know it

And can only rhyme on accident

So I'm not really a poet

I mostly blow it

(At being a poet)

Because whenever I rhyme

I can never find time

To stop using the same rhyming words

 

 

 

 

 

Can't wait to see what you guys will submit :jester:

[Miss Mags]

YEY I'm not a poet and I know it so I won't post it :uhoh: you know it :thinking: ksjhdfjksd IT