My poems...

[Phytoplankton]

(P.S. Bring in your poems too!)

Hello

My name is Phytoplankton and I'm a new member.

If you look on my profile, one of my hobbies is writing and I LOVE writing; poems

especially.

I am just amateur, so don't expect Sylvia Plath or anything, but these are just some. Here is the first one. It's working title is "Walls":

 

The walls are asleep

even though Time's fingertips

have malevolently stripped

the cosy white plaster

which holds their scaly eyes shut.

 

The nostalgic, curious decibels

go wandering around the room

round and round like fish

in the glass eye of a seastorm

or circling like crows

when the cemeteries all mourn.

 

The cupboards are hollow

stripped of their pallor

and the shelves are neurotic

for they know the footsteps of tomorrow

will come walking past by them

 

as always.

 

The home is silent

The roof of its mouth shut

The bricks now try climbing

To the end of enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's a work in progress though :\

[Phytoplankton]

The last verse is meant to be more to the right than the rest.

But it ain't workin'!

[The_Escapist_229]

Hey, Phytoplankton! First of all, welcome to the site, I'm new here, too and I also write poems, hence my display name. I tried to combine my love for Coldplay and for poetry. Love your poem, especially the ending. There's something so melancholic about it. Here's one of my poems, inspired by Coldplay's Warning sign.

 

The Headquarters of Love

The pouring sound

is here to save me,

lift me off the ground...

What's there so scary

about the clouds above?

Aren't they the headquarters of love?

 

Write on!!!

[Phytoplankton]

Hey, Phytoplankton! First of all, welcome to the site, I'm new here, too and I also write poems, hence my display name. I tried to combine my love for Coldplay and for poetry. Love your poem, especially the ending. There's something so melancholic about it. Here's one of my poems, inspired by Coldplay's Warning sign.

 

The Headquarters of Love

The pouring sound

is here to save me,

lift me off the ground...

What's there so scary

about the clouds above?

Aren't they the headquarters of love?

 

Write on!!!

 

Awwww, thank you!

Your poem sounds a bit like a song. You should send it to Coldplay!

Here's another poem I've done. (Sorry I've been away):

 

It's called Piano:

 

There is a gap

Of wanton silence

 

Was it intellectual decadence?

Was it thinking?

 

Again the ending was dry

 

There was a fly

buzzing around

in the bathroom

where the soap sleeps

like a lion

Stormy, stormy

 

Crawls into my ears

Drinks the water

Makes me dizzy

 

Follow me around, follow me around.

 

 

And the piano

leaves a gap

between me and that earwig.

[the scientist is dead]

These are so beautiful....Phytoplankton love your poems so much!!! Do you have more? Send them please!!

[Phytoplankton]

Awwwwww!!! Thank you guys, you're so lovely!

Ok, here's another one, it's called Lost And Found:

 

it fell.

right down to the dark foundations

of her house.

 

it's toes stuck right out

from the perspirating leather

of its domestication

 

again

 

Gentleness

Is a person

A gentleman

In the art of death

 

and Sorrow

Is Her rusting locket.

Which now begins to hold the chain.

 

Selfless

and cowardly

is Time

 

It never stops as

His father and the people

are a punishing gaze

On his mundane occupation.

 

He has fallen already

He fell into the house

Into the dark foundations

of Sorrow.

If you didn't know

 

His death, steady

With bars of gold

and a loan of tomorrow.

 

He fell into the house.

[Phytoplankton]

it's wonderful /

 

 

What does a forward slash mean on a sentence? I hope it's complimentary!

[Phytoplankton]

I am so naive in this Coldplay-Cyber World...

[Phytoplankton]

That fell flat.

Here's another poem; it's quite long so I'll print a few stanzas of it:

 

I am singing to all of you;

In fact I am even speaking to you

Through these hollow words

That my emotions are caramalized into.

 

Scratching your singed nails

Against the flaky wood of the door

I won't let you in, commercialised pig

I will not let you in anymore

onto my skilled floors.

 

I just blasted it

and everything around it

into debris

put it on a silver platter

and served it to the past.

 

 

So the stairs made up of wild flowers

and the aloof nationalist apple shrubs

and the pigs and the plastic doves

and all the audience

have had enough of this tide

this tide of mine

and so they decide

to take Gulliver's stolen swords

and kiss me in the eyes.

 

There are no diluted cries.

[Troxley]

Wow! Great poems! Here's a poem I wrote. I HATE writing when I have to but if I get an inspiration it's great.

 

 

Sun, you say, I take for granted

Cloud's not what you ever wanted 

I like the sun, I really do

Just maybe not the same as you

Go tuck it up beneath a cloud 

Let the thunder sing out loud

And I'll be dancing to it's song

Now won't you come and dance along

 

No hiding there behind that wall

Can't you hear the lightning's call?

You might get wet, you might get cold

But come, you'll never be too old

The rain creates a lovely tune

The wind sings love songs to the moon

With lightning and his thunderous drum

The concert's free and you should come

 

We'll dance beneath those stormy skies

The rain will wash your tear stained eyes

And all the worries of your life 

Will disappear, be out of sight

For in that moment you will know

God is the one that's in control

To see his power before you now

And all of his creation bow

 

So when the rain has stilled and gone

The dark, night sky has turned to dawn

Sit by the fire with tea in hand

And drift off into our own land

Too tired to even say a word

A bird's song wanting to be heard

We listen as the day turns light 

The song becomes part of that night

 

Years from now we'll hear it again

And still the song will sound the same

And bring us back to that one time

No need for reason or for rhyme

Just close your eyes, turn back the clock

The night we heard the thunder talk

Maybe we'll be together still

Or maybe you'll have left me here

But we'll remember all we did

That stormy night when we were kids

[Phytoplankton]

Wow. That's amazing!!!!

The rhythm's...wow!

You know, i wanna be a singer when i grow up...i want to sing your song!

you'll get the royalties, promise...

 

Here's another of my poems: (it's definitely a work - in progress)

 

What was the unknown party

I was about to talk just now?

My dreams are hollow and erased

And the future will erode them even more.

 

What was the bubble of the dog

Without the thought?

My head is too strung out now

And the endless racking of the dog will worsen it.

 

too much repetition

it bores all of me out

all my thoughts dusty and too quick!

ladies, gentleman, your repetition craftsman has gone

and you take more of the same

 

but now the rain

is here

 

and what was the bubble of the dog

Without too much thought

In your Dreams?

 

 

 

it's a bit of a downer, this poem. i'm still working on it :)

[Troxley]

Nice! :) I like it!

 

Haha thanks! That's my best poem. I've written a few others...but they're not as good. Here's another one.

 

 

Gently drifting through the calm

What is it that I hear?

The sound of a sweet flow'r in bloom?

Or chocolate covered treats?

That melody that pricks my skin, 

sends shivers down my spine. 

I close my eyes and let it's warmth 

wrap 'round me like a shawl

I dare not move for if I do

I fear I'll miss a note.

 

The keys of the piano

The strings of a guitar 

The flutter of a little flute

Together in a knot.

They've tied me and they've brought me back

To thinking 'bout the past.

The magic of a single song

The beauty that's unveiled.

Come rain come shine or wind or cloud

still music will be there

[the scientist is dead]

Wow....these are so great...I'm honestly inspired!!!:)

[ichrek]

Wooow truly amazing poems all lf you !! I am blown away ...like seriously !!

[Phytoplankton]

Here - I have another one. It's quite happy. I tried to use rhythm (using my biro as a metronome...!): It's called Euro-Hyper:

 

There's light splattered all over the floor

From rays fluttering, fluttering

 

The warmth of these feet transcends and pours

The toenails stuttering, stuttering

 

Beyond swirling combustion of the mind

From pure happiness eager to find

 

Hyperactivity, an escalated, broken ballad;

The shards recollecting, creating like ashes.

 

 

 

It has a reference to one of my favourite songs - see if you can guess!

[The_Escapist_229]

Awwww, thank you!

Your poem sounds a bit like a song. You should send it to Coldplay!

Here's another poem I've done. (Sorry I've been away):

 

It's called Piano:

 

There is a gap

Of wanton silence

 

Was it intellectual decadence?

Was it thinking?

 

Again the ending was dry

 

There was a fly

buzzing around

in the bathroom

where the soap sleeps

like a lion

Stormy, stormy

 

Crawls into my ears

Drinks the water

Makes me dizzy

 

Follow me around, follow me around.

 

 

And the piano

leaves a gap

between me and that earwig.

 

Thanks for the feedback, glad you liked my poem. Music inspires me a lot. Am also sorry because I've been away, too. Love your poem, it's got a haunting feel to it, like someone struggling with madness, very well portrayed. And what helps when you've got problems? Music. :)

[The_Escapist_229]

I read the poems you guys posted and wow! they're great! Just keep it up. Here's another one of mine, called Acknowledge.

 

Free... Free,

that's all I want to be,

but I can't seem to cut

through the bars

made of my past

nightmares and scars.

I better shake hands

with my inner self

'cause that dark inside

is nothing but myself

and it won't give me

a chance to get away

if I don't acknowledge

it's with me to stay.

[Texas Rez]

I'll be glad to post up some of the stuff I wrote here! I'll do it soon.

 

And keep it up you poets! I like what I'm reading!

[Texas Rez]

Bump... Sowwy, but here's one I have...

 

Nothing is what it seems.

Not much to do.

Not much to say.

I see the whole world is wasting away.

I look out the window, and that's what I see.

Gloomy skies, dancing raindrops.

I see the whole world is washing away.

 

I sit here bored and tired.

Not much to do.

Not much to say.

I see the whole world is draining away.

I look out the window, and that's what I see.

Gloomy cars, dancing trees.

I see the whole world is flooding away.

[Troxley]

^ :dazzled: That's great Antonio! :P

[The_Escapist_229]

It's a great poem, Shredder2. Reminds me of Coldplay's Such a Rush. Here's another one of mine

 

Same letters, different names

Which side will I wake up on

after my wars have all been won?

Will I open my eyes to the land I know

or will I be a prisoner down there below?

Could a piece of heaven have a place for me,

a plaque with my name on it that one day I'll see?

In each and every way, above's a perfect world,

each tear wiped away and every prayer heard.

But is it really true

that it waits for me and you

with its fountains of gold

or have those dreams been sold?

Just like same letters form a different name,

maybe up there everything's the same.

[Troxley]

^ That's beautiful. I need to write more poems now that this thread has sprung back to life.

[The_Escapist_229]

Sure. Inspiring each other would be great. :)

[Troxley]

^ yes indeed. :smug2:

[Troxley]

Okay, here's a little something I wrote today.

 

 

Hello dear stranger

With eyes like the ocean

And hair like the sand on it's beaches and shores

 

Hello dear stranger

Alone and forgot

Wherever you turn people just close their doors

 

Hello dear stranger

Come tell me your story

Come tell me about all the journeys you've had

 

Hello dear stranger

Although I don't know you

I see from your eyes you're incredibly sad

 

Hello dear stranger

There's no need to worry

Although home and fam'ly are so far away

 

Hello dear stranger

Come walk through my garden

Just take a quick rest before you're on your way