Mrs.Chatterbox Posted November 29, 2010 Share Posted November 29, 2010 Thank you :nice: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 been a while since i wrote like that and original is in spanish but whatever i'd share it here. Caminos Buscando un destino vagamos, tropezamos. Tan sencillo sería Avanzar sin heridas. Curtidas en propia piel golpes recibidos frenos forzados trae animo renovado. Tanto tiempo, sin cruzar Sin pasar el puente recorrer el sendero en busca del lucero Maneras, metodos disciplinas, rutinas servido todo y sirviendo nada Nada, nada al mar huye, del propio mal Temores que atrapan Sueños en que volar Dudas contra cordura Navegar sin singladura Contar para no olvidar Escuchar para recordar Palabras que nos guian Sonidos que nos mecen Cual un calido amanecer Sentir la sinfinía Describe la silueta La sombra inquieta Movimiento del devenir Cambios que decidir Observador testigo reflexivo amigo pluma con que escribo proyecta el camino. Self translate (sure will lose the rhythm and the double sense): Ways Looking for a destiny we wander, we stumble. How easy would be carry on without hurts. hardened on own skin knockings received forced brakes bring a hope renewed So long, without crossing Walking the bridge run along the path looking for the sun Manners, methods disciplines, routines everything served and nothing working nothing, swim to the sea run, from self wrongs fears that trap dream on where to fly doubts against common sense sail with no voyage Tell to not forget Listen to remember Words that guide us Sounds that swings As a warm dawn Feel the symphony Describe the silhouette The restless shadow Movement of becoming Changes to decide Observant witness reflexive friend Fountain pen with which i write project the way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 Ok, this one took me a lot of time to write, but i think it's still not finished, yet. It was a bit longer but the rhythm was not perfect. I hope somebody likes this :rolleyes: A little corporal You are sitting in that tiny tiny room All around is pain and cold. You're just waiting for a spark to show. Because you feel here is no way That you can run or flee away. Look through the window, And you will see It's only snowflakes dancing over here. It makes you wonder why, The life is so unkind. You feel there is no future And destiny abandoned, When dragged you in a foreign country. And you live here all alone Far away from home. A chance is glistering outside these walls. But the Anarchy, the only enemy of yours, Has covered all the France at once. But you don't even know that: Somewhere the battelfield is waiting for its heroes, Big hopes and dirty blood. Somewhere the destiny has written a plan for you To win and to lead, to make a mark, To create a history by your own hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted February 11, 2011 Share Posted February 11, 2011 I write things...love it...read it a few hours later and realize how much it sucked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chloe_Martin Posted February 11, 2011 Share Posted February 11, 2011 i write a lot of music and its all mostly poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted February 25, 2011 Share Posted February 25, 2011 The old one, I've just found out :rolleyes: Am i doomed to live the life like this? Do i can't change anything? And what i am suppose to do? To grab my sword and run? To reach the battlefield and stop. to think. to hesitate. Or listen carefully to whispers of surrounders. to believe the lie again. and to reconsider. to change my horse to change my mind and aim. and to be defeated by the destiny? no. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chuck kottke Posted March 6, 2011 Share Posted March 6, 2011 Lucy Larcom - great poet, great poetry! Lucy Larcom - Wikiquote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corner Kid Posted April 7, 2011 Share Posted April 7, 2011 This is called "Insomniac's Lullaby" and is the closer on my record. Basically a My suspended animation is keeping me an inch away from sleep There's still so much to see When the day is ailing me and the melatonin is failing me Then it's Atlas, at last! Atlas, at last for me... Awake in the dark where I dance to an endless refrain So begins the witching hour of bed and brain I'm on my knees searching for keys There's no wonder why I just can't rely on epiphanies I've played the waiting game for years and years and it's clearly plain to see That repetition is a sign of insanity Meanwhile... I'm lying awake in the dark Not a wink, so I drink to unwind Dancing with a syncopated body and mind So when tomorrow comes I won't think about this year In that I've lived my life just to disappear Now is the time to start some fires It's time to slash these wicked tires So get me out! Get me out of here! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest howyousawtheworld Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 This is called "Insomniac's Lullaby" and is the closer on my record. Basically a My suspended animation is keeping me an inch away from sleep There still so much to see When the day is ailing me and the melatonin is failing me then its Atlas, at last! Atlas, at last for me... Awake in the dark where I dance to an endless refrain So begins the witching hour of bed and brain I'm on my knees searching for keys There's no wonder why I just can't rely on epiphanies I've played the waiting game for years and years and it's clearly plain to see That repetition is a sign of insanity Meanwhile... I'm lying awake in the dark Not a wink, so I drink to unwind Dancing with a syncopated body and mind So when tomorrow comes I won't think about this year In that I've lived my life just to disappear Now is the time to start some fires It's time to slash these wicked tires So get me out! Get me out of here! That's awesome! Really intriguing. Do you read any poets if so which ones? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Destrokk Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 I have dark black hair and deep borwn eyes I think of you fondly and you wonder why. ~duhh~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corner Kid Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 That's awesome! Really intriguing. Do you read any poets if so which ones? Thankyou! My favorite lyricist is hands down the great Leonard Cohen as far as non musical poetry I really dig Lao Tzu, and Kahlil Gibran Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the_gloaming09 Posted April 10, 2011 Share Posted April 10, 2011 here's a stupid little thing I have from some lyrics to a song I wrote called Breathing Underwater Down at the bottom Quiet around No one has been here Tentacles reach from out of the caves Pulls to strangle me in Here I am Calm Should've swam Earlier on A dig in the sand And I'm stuck Deep blue sea Corals of green It feels like I'm floating in space I'll surface soon But not now I wish that I could stay here forever Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corner Kid Posted April 11, 2011 Share Posted April 11, 2011 here's a stupid little thing I have from some lyrics to a song I wrote called Breathing Underwater Down at the bottom Quiet around No one has been here Tentacles reach from out of the caves Pulls to strangle me in Here I am Calm Should've swam Earlier on A dig in the sand And I'm stuck Deep blue sea Corals of green It feels like I'm floating in space I'll surface soon But not now I wish that I could stay here forever sounds like 90% of all my dreams. I can totally relate. I should write more about my dreams. This is inspiring. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest howyousawtheworld Posted April 23, 2011 Share Posted April 23, 2011 Thankyou! My favorite lyricist is hands down the great Leonard Cohen as far as non musical poetry I really dig Lao Tzu, and Kahlil Gibran Interesting. A poet some of you may be interested in is a Scottish one called Edwin Muir. He is fantastic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 You may all laugh now... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IneedYou23 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Hardly the poet,this just came out of no where.Pretty simple in structure and rhyme. The Two Darkest of dark,is the desert night. The stars are their guide,they are their sight. Their gaze is intense,natural,and true. Moments like these,they know are few. The two on a path,that leads to an end. Was it all sincere,or was it pretend? The two now divided,not sure where they'll end. Not sure if they'll ever meet again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Poets are just musicians without talent. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Poets are just musicians without talent. i prefer that than the description of a writer saying "poets are frustrated weak novelists" :uhoh: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted October 3, 2011 Share Posted October 3, 2011 o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spider-Man Posted June 26, 2013 Share Posted June 26, 2013 This town, this place we grew up in A sanctuary full of memories Let everybody see Our home where we began Can you smell the air? Can you envision the past? Can you feel our hands? In time we will move on But until then, nothing's gone Our years were numbered But our fun, unlimited Like we always said We will never forget our glory days Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spider-Man Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 Magnificent Journey Look out and see the street lights aglow Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so.. I'll wake in the morning, and remember Running in the summer fields all day and night Counting stars with you till first light Was a sweet release from everything holding us down We know this won't last forever But sometimes the best things come when we don't see them And they leave a smile on our face Even in the worst of place Look out and see the street lights aglow Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so.. Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spider-Man Posted September 6, 2013 Share Posted September 6, 2013 Rise When you run as fast as you can You see things you can't ignore The shackles grip you tighter The screaming echoing quieter As the structures burn down and fade away One day, from stone and scorched earth Will rise a heart, bloody and pure or nothing worth The red sea's will pour down Not through skin and bone But that of the mind's eye Life becomes clear, when painted in sky The truth sets us free through thousands of lies Basking deep inside A sanctuary will rise Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted September 9, 2013 Share Posted September 9, 2013 It’s the little things that keep me alive. It’s not like the movies, where love equals life. I feel you for a moment before I wake, warmed by a touch, but not yours. Nobody. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted September 18, 2013 Author Share Posted September 18, 2013 A breath of death enshrined this one Ignorance of these days left him stranded Find him buried underneath the water's valley Blood flows through every place but the vein or heart Pale eyes stare at an unknown instant At the black depth, new home, become heart Now he doesn't know how to use a lung A thing of the past, all but solitude Accompanied by a dreadful stench Some rot, some tiredness, some pain, so much fear What in that experience would have overcome such finality What in the abyss can remit all perspective? Forget and abolish this person, "abort" he contemplates Every angle is naught but a beating around the bush It has been long, life is outlasted, realization never occurred Lift this barren waste, become its own refuse Shadow world, expel; dead wood, bleed Be poured until you vanish, even by drip The only thing left of him is thought No memory comforts aborted breath Why would he plant here, his own heart? Wake up creature of dark, transport Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted September 24, 2013 Author Share Posted September 24, 2013 This is the first time That he spoke in a while To an empty room, blessed Full of listening and time No reply from the volume Amassed wisdom in what confined? Screams and whispers alike "The mind is tricking me" So the man thought Aloud or not, when inopportune Lengthy or abrupt Reasoned or passive Always he was full of some Hope, expectation, faith, delusion, Vision, ambition, alarm Divining a moment when That white washed canvas When that wall, that very wall Would reciprocate Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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