My poems...

[The_Escapist_229]

Ovo je odlično! Svaka čast. Razumiješ me? :D

 

Hvala ti puno. :) Da, razumijem te. :D

[The_Escapist_229]

I've been into this thing called dadaism recently

Radiohead used that for their album "Kid A", that's mostly how I got into it

Here's more about it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada

http://www.madsci.org/~lynn/juju/surr/games/dada-poem.html

 

So yeah, this is one my dada poems:

 

We remain glad.

Meeting about footsteps.

Reckoning the Ice Age.

Fleeing to the airport.

Confident in denial.

Thronged but not hopeless.

Through odds of the halls,

A ghost, echoing the multitudes we lost.

Years ago.

No one, less and less paid attention.

Leading to the hurricanes.

Of guilty men and women.

Precarious 2nd World War.

Favourable by the peril.

 

The Ice Age.

 

Odlična je pesma. Melahnolična, ostavlja jak utisak. Bravo!

[Alien Radio]

Odlična je pesma. Melahnolična, ostavlja jak utisak. Bravo!

 

Hvala! ^^ Super da se razumijemo :)

[The_Escapist_229]

Today, I've finally wrote down all (well, most) of my thoughts, and compiled it into what I think is my most powerful piece of literature yet.

 

Partial credit (and inspiration) goes to the one who I apologize to, in hopes that someday, you'll forgive and forget.

 

This poem is called "Autumn Falls" simply because I wrote it on the day autumn has started, which is today, September 22.

 

"Autumn Falls"

I'm the douchebag of your world, apparently.

I'll drink to that.

Where is the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I don't even know where I'm going

Does it even matter anymore?

Someone wake me up from this nightmare.

Oh wait, I'm already awake.

Too bad none of this is fake.

 

We can share the silence together.

It's up to one of us to end it.

Let's see who'll end up shooting first.

I'd apologize for using your words against you

but what you said was the truth.

 

I'm the asshole of your world, apparently.

I'll drink to that.

I want the truth.

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I could break down and trash a room.

Goddammit, I can't even do that.

Another sleepless night for me.

I know I'm tired, but I'm too upset.

I dozed off for an hour, but that hour was only a minute.

 

I never done this on my own.

Is this the real world for me?

I fell off and dropped out of the bicycle race.

I'll look back, but I won't go on.

All of this is a fucking disgrace.

 

I'm the scumbag of your world, apparently.

Let's drink to that.

Will I ever know the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I ended hopes for a promising career

but with every end, something starts anew.

Uncomfortable, upset, and awkward, I have made you.

I'm sorry for that, I know I fucked up.

Now who will you trust?

 

We're all dedicated to pursuit happiness.

Love who you want, I won't stop you.

After all, it's your choice.

Damn, I need to make better decisions.

Crying my tears won't louden my voice.

 

Last, but not least, I'm the jerkoff of your world, apparently.

Who'll drink to that?

Who'll know the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt

 

I should get off now.

さようなら, jerk.

 

 

You kept nothing inside and that's a good thing, I hope you're feeling better now.

[The_Escapist_229]

Hvala! ^^ Super da se razumijemo :)

 

Baš super. Malo i naših jezika da se čuje. :D

[The_Escapist_229]

Last night, I had a dream, which I really needed to break down and analyze. Near the end of my dream, I was sitting in a classroom, and "Kaganezu" (かがねず) was sung in my head, as if it were a song I've heard somewhere, which I really hadn't. I woke up from the dream, and tried to figure out what it meant. Turns out, it means "I cannot sleep" in Japanese. Funny. I couldn't sleep the night before. Now I knew I needed to break the dream down. This lead me to write about it, which still, I'm not over the inspiration I had when I wrote "Autumn Falls" yesterday.

 

"かがねず"

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

We really don't need to talk at all.

 

A man was shot, turns out, he was a comedian.

A man was tazed, turns out, he deserved it.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the fireside.

Apologize, that is, if you feel it's right.

I'll say my ABC's, but I'll stop at the letter Q.

All I really wanted was for you to give me a cue.

 

Three kids were stopped in the middle of a hallway.

Three people sat in front of me.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the stars shine.

None of us shall bitch, complain, or even whine.

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

Come sit by me, and watch the grass grow tall.

I cannot sleep.

We really don't need to talk at all.

Reaching our goals, I go straight through a wall.

かがねず

 

I love rhyme and this is just great. Very surreal and dreamlike.

[The_Escapist_229]

Clouded View

 

The clouded view

I've got of you

won't let me be

myself, me.

One day I will grow,

I will let you know

that the strength you see

does exist in me.

[Texas Rez]

Thanks:)

 

Oh yes it is!

:nod:

 

You kept nothing inside and that's a good thing, I hope you're feeling better now.

I'm glad I didn't let it eat me up inside. And yes, I'm feeling a thousand times better now, thanks. :happy:

 

I love rhyme and this is just great. Very surreal and dreamlike.

Thanks! I was aiming for the "surreal" approach.

 

Clouded View

 

The clouded view

I've got of you

won't let me be

myself, me.

One day I will grow,

I will let you know

that the strength you see

does exist in me.

Again, this is something I can relate to. Keep writing more! :D

[The_Escapist_229]

Thanks! This one was inspired by the Editors' music.

[IneedYou23]

Hey guys! Your poems are lovely! You all are really talented and your poems show how unique everyone is.

I am by no means a poet. But once every blue moon a line will pop into my head, and these lines just seem to flow out of me. It's these moments I know I have to just run with it because I know they are few and far in between. I am quite proud how this one turned out. It is part fiction but based on a relationship I had with someone for a long time. I was just thinking to myself one day, what if we were to meet again? How would it play out? For some reason I had this idea of use meeting at some social function. And thats when the opening line popped into my head. After that the rest came fairly easy and natural. I hope you enjoy!

 

 

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

 

What if for a moment, a time, everything aligned?

A time, a place, a familiar face.

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

Standing in front of you, a face you once knew.

 

A glance, a stare, a moment shared.

A walk, a stumble, as you meet in the middle.

Standing in front of you, now what do you do?

Standing in front of you, silence is all you can do.

 

A quiver, a tremble, as the nerves start to assemble.

All the bad, all the good, and for what it stood.

Standing in front of you, for a moment in time.

Standing in front of you, a face you once called mine.

 

A laugh, a dance, for old times sake.

This moment, this time, for granted they will not take.

Standing in front of you, you're no longer use too.

Standing in front of you, you could get use too.

 

A hopeful smile, a graceful kiss, as the air smells of reminisce.

The past and present, then and now, has led them both here somehow.

Standing in front of you, how would you handle it?

Standng in front of you, is it how you remembered it?

 

A familiar scent, a familiar face, lost in this natural embrace.

A lover, a friend, a stranger in the end.

Standing in front of you, you look into their eyes.

Standing in front of you, you say goodbye as quickly as you said hi.

But you know deep down inside, that everything is alright.

 

A whisper, a smile, a gaze, a stare...

And you realize that it's all still there...

 

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

[Lisset]

Clouded View

 

The clouded view

I've got of you

won't let me be

myself, me.

One day I will grow,

I will let you know

that the strength you see

does exist in me.

This is really beautiful : ), I can really relate to it

[Lisset]

Hey guys! Your poems are lovely! You all are really talented and your poems show how unique everyone is.

I am by no means a poet. But once every blue moon a line will pop into my head, and these lines just seem to flow out of me. It's these moments I know I have to just run with it because I know they are few and far in between. I am quite proud how this one turned out. It is part fiction but based on a relationship I had with someone for a long time. I was just thinking to myself one day, what if we were to meet again? How would it play out? For some reason I had this idea of use meeting at some social function. And thats when the opening line popped into my head. After that the rest came fairly easy and natural. I hope you enjoy!

 

 

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

 

What if for a moment, a time, everything aligned?

A time, a place, a familiar face.

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

Standing in front of you, a face you once knew.

 

A glance, a stare, a moment shared.

A walk, a stumble, as you meet in the middle.

Standing in front of you, now what do you do?

Standing in front of you, silence is all you can do.

 

A quiver, a tremble, as the nerves start to assemble.

All the bad, all the good, and for what it stood.

Standing in front of you, for a moment in time.

Standing in front of you, a face you once called mine.

 

A laugh, a dance, for old times sake.

This moment, this time, for granted they will not take.

Standing in front of you, you're no longer use too.

Standing in front of you, you could get use too.

 

A hopeful smile, a graceful kiss, as the air smells of reminisce.

The past and present, then and now, has led them both here somehow.

Standing in front of you, how would you handle it?

Standng in front of you, is it how you remembered it?

 

A familiar scent, a familiar face, lost in this natural embrace.

A lover, a friend, a stranger in the end.

Standing in front of you, you look into their eyes.

Standing in front of you, you say goodbye as quickly as you said hi.

But you know deep down inside, that everything is alright.

 

A whisper, a smile, a gaze, a stare...

And you realize that it's all still there...

 

Standing in front of you, what would you do?

Wow what a great poem, it's really really beautiful : )

[Mark]

I wrote these recently, which'll probably end up as song lyrics.

 

We’ll climb to the hilltop late at night

as fireworks bubble across the moon;

We watch them simmer and swoon

 

If the sky is not star-strewn enough

I’ll draw a thousand asterisks

Shape and twist our own idea of bliss

 

We’ll be the last ones to the party

but the first ones to leave

On New Year’s Eve

 

We’ll watched the sun repaint the city

From black to frosted blue

Sober up, abandon all we knew

 

That cross around your neck

dark hair that falls so perfectly

I’m yours, if you want me

 

I’d rather sit with you and watch

the comets interweave

On New Year’s Eve

[bubbleymonki]

wow these poems are amazing! so many talented members here.. this inspires me to write poems too.. :)

[Texas Rez]

Here's a new one, called "Is This...?"

 

Happy for them.

Not happy for myself.

Aim for the gold.

They've reached it.

I haven't reached my aim.

Gripping for control.

 

Is this a love triangle, or is this just a love angle?

I can't quite be sure, because I can't quite mingle.

Is this love at first sight, or is this just love I must fight?

I can't quite be sure; I'm never too sure.

 

Mr. Cupid

Please tell me what she thinks.

Mr. YouTube

Please tell me what I did wrong.

Mr. Bird

Please tell me how to fly away.

 

Happy for them.

Not happy for myself.

This must be sold.

I'm reaching for it.

I haven't reached it yet.

Gripping for control.

 

Is this so wrong, or is this so right?

I can't quite be sure, because I still need to fight.

Is this love I must fight, or is this just love at first sight?

I'm never too sure.

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10014891-Is_This..._-by-shredder2

[Mark]

Here's a new one, called "Is This...?"

 

Happy for them.

Not happy for myself.

Aim for the gold.

They've reached it.

I haven't reached my aim.

Gripping for control.

 

Is this a love triangle, or is this just a love angle?

I can't quite be sure, because I can't quite mingle.

Is this love at first sight, or is this just love I must fight?

I can't quite be sure; I'm never too sure.

 

Mr. Cupid

Please tell me what she thinks.

Mr. YouTube

Please tell me what I did wrong.

Mr. Bird

Please tell me how to fly away.

 

Happy for them.

Not happy for myself.

This must be sold.

I'm reaching for it.

I haven't reached it yet.

Gripping for control.

 

Is this so wrong, or is this so right?

I can't quite be sure, because I still need to fight.

Is this love I must fight, or is this just love at first sight?

I'm never too sure.

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10014891-Is_This..._-by-shredder2

 

That's really good.

 

The only thing I would say is that you should concentrate on concrete images a little bit more. Focus on symbols and signs that show your meanings. That way, a reader can picture what you're saying in their head.

[Troxley]

Too. Many. Good. Poems. AHHHH!

...there are lots of nice poems that have appeared since last time I was on!

[Texas Rez]

This one's called "54".

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

All I ask is for one day.

I won't be your last resort, no way.

No apologies to me.

I don't need to hear "Sorry" a second time.

A chance is what you need.

I can't stand you teasing me, you're sublime.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

Such a long way you've come from the Whore Shore.

With these thoughts, I don't think I'll survive.

 

How can you spell "chicle"?

I didn't know you speak that language.

You and I aren't so similar after all.

I'd hate to burn this pretty bridge.

Don't grow sad; There's no need to bawl.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

I feel I need to weep now, but what for?

Someday, I hope our time together will arrive.

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

I'll wait, but not patiently.

I'll wait, but not for you to speak up.

I'll wait for the right time.

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10019835-54-by-shredder2

[Spider-Man]

here's one I have written a while back. It's nothing much.

 

Sitting on top of the hill

Alone all silent and still

Looking and watching the sun set

Wondering how bad it can get

As I go drowning in a sea of my own debt

Wishing one day

something good will come my way

[Troxley]

^ Love it! :awesome:

[Mark]

This one's called "54".

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

All I ask is for one day.

I won't be your last resort, no way.

No apologies to me.

I don't need to hear "Sorry" a second time.

A chance is what you need.

I can't stand you teasing me, you're sublime.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

Such a long way you've come from the Whore Shore.

With these thoughts, I don't think I'll survive.

 

How can you spell "chicle"?

I didn't know you speak that language.

You and I aren't so similar after all.

I'd hate to burn this pretty bridge.

Don't grow sad; There's no need to bawl.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

I feel I need to weep now, but what for?

Someday, I hope our time together will arrive.

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

I'll wait, but not patiently.

I'll wait, but not for you to speak up.

I'll wait for the right time.

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10019835-54-by-shredder2

 

I think the rhyme here feels a bit forced. Try and be a bit more natural, and as I said, concentrate on physical things that you can see. At the moment, your poetry has no anchor in a reader's imagination.

[Mark]

This one's called "54".

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

All I ask is for one day.

I won't be your last resort, no way.

No apologies to me.

I don't need to hear "Sorry" a second time.

A chance is what you need.

I can't stand you teasing me, you're sublime.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

Such a long way you've come from the Whore Shore.

With these thoughts, I don't think I'll survive.

 

How can you spell "chicle"?

I didn't know you speak that language.

You and I aren't so similar after all.

I'd hate to burn this pretty bridge.

Don't grow sad; There's no need to bawl.

 

How high can you count?

Apparently it's up to 54.

I don't have the confidence to bring it up to 55.

I feel I need to weep now, but what for?

Someday, I hope our time together will arrive.

 

I'll wait, but not quietly.

I'll wait, but not patiently.

I'll wait, but not for you to speak up.

I'll wait for the right time.

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10019835-54-by-shredder2

 

I think the rhyme here feels a bit forced. Try and be a bit more natural, and as I said, concentrate on physical things that you can see. At the moment, your poetry has no anchor in a reader's imagination.

[Mark]

I just thought I'd share my favourite poem in the hope that it inspired someone else.

 

You’re Beautiful, by Simon Armitage

 

You’re Beautiful because you’re classically trained.

I’m ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation.

You’re beautiful because you stop to read the cards in newsagents’ windows about lost cats and missing dogs.

I’m ugly because of what I did to that jellyfish with a lolly-stick and a big stone

You’re beautiful because for you, politeness is instinctive, not a marketing campaign

I’m ugly because desperation is impossible to hide.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

 

You’re beautiful because you believe in coincidence and the power of thought.

I’m ugly because I proved God to be a mathematical impossibility

You’re beautiful because you prefer home-made soup to the packet stuff.

I’m ugly because once, at a dinner party, I defended the aristocracy and wasn’t even drunk.

You’re beautiful because you can’t work the remote control.

I’m ugly because of satellite television and twenty-four hour rolling news.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

 

You’re beautiful because you cry at weddings as well as funerals.

I’m ugly because I think .of children as another species from a different world.

You’re beautiful because you look great in any colour including red.

I’m ugly because I think shopping is strictly for the acquisition of material goods.

You’re beautiful because when you were born, undiscovered planets lined up to peep over the rim of your cradle and lay gifts of gravity and light at your miniature feet.

I’m ugly for saying ‘love at first sight’ is another form of mistaken identity and that the most human of all responses is to gloat.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

 

You’re beautiful because you’ve never seen the inside of a car-wash,

I’m ugly because I always ask for a receipt.

You’re beautiful for sending a box of shoes to the third world.

I’m ugly because I remember the telephone numbers of ex-girlfriends and the year Schubert was born.

You’re beautiful because you sponsored a parrot in a zoo.

I’m ugly because when I sigh it’s like the slow collapse of a circus tent.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

 

You’re beautiful because you can point at a man in a uniform and laugh.

I’m ugly because I was a police informer in a previous life.

You’re beautiful because you drink a litre of water and eat three pieces of fruit a day.

I’m ugly for taking the line that a meal without meat is a beautiful woman with one eye.

You’re beautiful because you don’t see love as a competition and you know how to lose.

I’m ugly because I kissed the FA Cup then held it up to the crowd.

 

You’re beautiful because of a single buttercup in the top buttonhole of your cardigan.

I’m ugly because I said the World’s Strongest Woman was a muscleman in a dress.

You’re beautiful because you couldn’t live in a lighthouse.

I’m ugly for making hand-shadows in front of the giant bulb, so when they look up, the captains of vessels in distress see the ears of a rabbit, or the eye of a fox, or the legs of a galloping black horse.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

 

Ugly like he is,

Beautiful like hers,

Beautiful like Venus,

Ugly like his,

Beautiful like she is,

Ugly like Mars.

[Texas Rez]

I think the rhyme here feels a bit forced. Try and be a bit more natural, and as I said, concentrate on physical things that you can see. At the moment, your poetry has no anchor in a reader's imagination.

 

Yeah, I'll admit that this one was a bit rushed. :P

[Mark]

Yeah, I'll admit that this one was a bit rushed. :P

 

I can only say what I feel, and what I enjoy is poetry that has strong concrete mental images that convey feelings.

 

James Joyce once said that if Dublin were to be destroyed, people in the future could reconstruct the city in accordance to his poem, Ulysses. He really believed it was that detailed. And that's an amazing thing.