Troxley Posted November 10, 2012 Share Posted November 10, 2012 You're most welcome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mollyxyloto Posted November 10, 2012 Share Posted November 10, 2012 please vote for Molly for biggest Chris Martin fan To me he is a sexy , talented awesome man Together in my head we are the Lovers In Japan My poetry isn't good so I'm very apologetic But Chris, he is like, my very own anaesthetic VOTE MOLLY FOR BIGGEST CHRIS FAN and I am very sorry for my bad poetry!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Troxley Posted November 11, 2012 Share Posted November 11, 2012 Hey, while you're over in Japan, you should come down visit me in Thailand! :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted November 14, 2012 Share Posted November 14, 2012 "Trying to do anything is the death of creativity" ~ Jeff Mangum. I have this on the front page of my notebook. It's, like, the only rule that exists in art. I don't come on here anymore, but I was having a look at everyone's poetry (which is great by the way), and I saw this quotation, which I'd like to respectfully disagree with. As someone who studies Creative Writing at university (with English), I used to believe this, but it's simply not true. I've had to work through a deadline a week, every week, for two and a half years, and "writer's block" simply does not wash with my tutors, who are all published novelists, poets and writers. I've had to write a publishable collection of poems based on life inside abstract paintings. And believe me, there is nothing I'd have liked more than to have handed in the front page of your notebook :P I believe the only way to get over a mental block is to work through it. Keep a journal. Force yourself to write poetry in strict forms. Keep reading, and being inspired. One thing that helps me actually is going through Tumblr, weirdly. Gives me inspiration. Maybe that makes me a hipster(?) Of course, this is just my experience. If there is a second rule of art, it's that everything is different for everybody. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Escapist_229 Posted November 26, 2012 Share Posted November 26, 2012 I just had to share this one with you guys, it's inspired by the Coldplay Movie. I haven't had chills in a long, long time, but those little thrills were brought by Coldplay's rhyme. When the lights go down and their music fills the air all I want to do is drown in the sea of flare sent out from the beams adorning every hand, It is real, but it seems like in a dream I stand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tnspieler1012 Posted November 26, 2012 Share Posted November 26, 2012 "In Reality" I haven't been forewarned on what was to come. I couldn't blame him. I couldn't blame you. Can life get anymore surprising? You and I both know that nothing can be undone. Nothing that you did. Nothing that I did. Do you now know what's missing? Faithful I could be to you, but I think it'd annoy you. Devoted I could be to you, but I doubt your kindness is true. I'd love to keep my options open, but there's only one for me. You're the one, but should I just let go of you and set you free? In my thoughts and dreams, you appear. In your thoughts and dreams, I fear. Am I there in your head like you are in mine or do you just forget about me and think that I'm a waste of time? In reality, you appear. In reality, I fear. It's like you jumped out of my imagination only to give me mixed signals that always appear to be ration. As a reader I feel very excluded from this poem. Obviously poems don't necessarily need to be available to all audiences, but I can't see how any one could fathom what/who you are talking about. That aside, some tense/rhyme issues: The first line, and last 2 lines are my most immediate examples. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted November 27, 2012 Share Posted November 27, 2012 I had to do this for my degree. I don't really show my "poetry", but why not. ... Granddad can’t remember things that just happened. His memory’s short-sighted. I start by talking of Grandma, war-time, watching the Arsenal. I break off pieces of trust and hand them to him like bread to a duck. We trade recollections. We arrived home to find next door parked in our driveway, “just on his break.” We snookered his car, took the dogs on the longest of walks. The trees arched over the road, tried to the tap on the windows of the flats opposite; like a rebel throwing pebbles above, beckoning you out to enjoy the evening. That road that reminded him of Bournemouth; the leaves bristling in the breeze and the ratio of streetlamp to dusk, shifting like scales, as you walk from one end of the cracked slabs to the next. “I remember,” he smiles, “I’m trapped in that thought.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texas Rez Posted December 5, 2012 Share Posted December 5, 2012 As a reader I feel very excluded from this poem. Obviously poems don't necessarily need to be available to all audiences, but I can't see how any one could fathom what/who you are talking about. I'm sorry for leaving readers feel excluded. :P I had to do this for my degree. I don't really show my "poetry", but why not. ... Granddad can’t remember things that just happened. His memory’s short-sighted. I start by talking of Grandma, war-time, watching the Arsenal. I break off pieces of trust and hand them to him like bread to a duck. We trade recollections. We arrived home to find next door parked in our driveway, “just on his break.” We snookered his car, took the dogs on the longest of walks. The trees arched over the road, tried to the tap on the windows of the flats opposite; like a rebel throwing pebbles above, beckoning you out to enjoy the evening. That road that reminded him of Bournemouth; the leaves bristling in the breeze and the ratio of streetlamp to dusk, shifting like scales, as you walk from one end of the cracked slabs to the next. “I remember,” he smiles, “I’m trapped in that thought.” I like the imagery in this piece! Anyways, here's something... "Empty Comfort" I'll give you peace of mind. I'll give you some time. Just imagine if I were in his shoes. I'll be understandable as always. Give me something else to do, please. Something that will drive me away. I want to try to comfort you without only comforting myself. All I can do now is just wish him well. Until then, I'll just give you peaceful silence. Feel the comforting ghosts from your past in your presence. You might really need me when I think you don't. Now I'm wondering if I shouldn't leave you alone. It's getting more fucking confusing than ever before. When I asked what was wrong with you, that wasn't the answer I was looking for. Just what am I doing exactly? I don't even know anymore. I can't think straight anymore. I feel so selfish in times like these. Maybe I should follow him, and so the same. It'll help me stop playing this stupid game. http://allpoetry.com/poem/10186799-Empty_Comfort-by-shredder2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted December 17, 2012 Share Posted December 17, 2012 I could walk the streets for years with you “I could walk the streets for years with you. We could wind up where we started; we could wander through the market when it’s silent and deserted. Watch our breath pirouette, and flourish in the air, smoke halos hovering like hot air balloons or flame-hearted lanterns drifting to the moon.” Paths and maps and trails and tracks that overlapped and intersected lead to them to a scaffold ribcage; cheap tarpaulin, still used for a roof. And under cover from the same rain and those featherless trees, their hands met: in the same moment as that the clock’s did. Just like in 1958. He dropped his words like a scientist, pipette perched over test tubes; weighed each breath, each pulse of each vowel for the ripples that throwing that pebble would create. But all those years later, it still meant the same to her. It didn’t to him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EMRoqing28 Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 The Random Poetry Thread Here is a place where you can post random poetry or rhymes you create. Write a whole song if you want. It can be funny,sad, joyful, or even creepy. :D Just let your creative juices flow. I'll start: Dark Humor: I wrote these words in a song for you But I guess you'll never hear them cause that's how you do You always say you will but you never do It's sad that this statement is very true I saw you make mistakes and say some things Wait a minute where are your wedding rings You were my idol You were my mentor The pain you caused is too much to endure I can't finish my sentence I'm all choked up It's not my fault that you messed up Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spider-Man Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 I think they're might be a thread for this, but great poetry nonetheless! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iccp Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 I thought about a thread like this yesterday. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alien Radio Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 Don't we already have threads like this Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 There is another thread. It's entitled "My Poems". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tash Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 Here is a place where you can post random poetry or rhymes you create. Write a whole song if you want. It can be funny,sad, joyful, or even creepy. :D Just let your creative juices flow. I'll start: Dark Humor: I wrote these words in a song for you But I guess you'll never hear them cause that's how you do You always say you will but you never do It's sad that this statement is very true I saw you make mistakes and say some things Wait a minute where are your wedding rings You were my idol You were my mentor The pain you caused is too much to endure I can't finish my sentence I'm all choked up It's not my fault that you messed up Threads merged Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iccp Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 nice...merger! :cool: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iccp Posted December 29, 2012 Share Posted December 29, 2012 here's a poem...i'm writing as i'm thinking.. I sit down on a couch and I wonder I remember the days when we used to be younger I remember when simple gestures were enough And words weren't need I still ponder... I sit on my bed and I still wonder Wonder and look out my window Wonder if you still remember me Wonder if you still think of me But I'm here and you're there I'm sitting and still wondering I sit on my chair in front of the computer Looking at your picture Trying to get over you Trying to forget That I once cared for you hope it sounds nice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nb97 Posted January 11, 2013 Share Posted January 11, 2013 If you have time, visit my profile on All Poetry :) (http://allpoetry.com/nb97) All songs are talking about love and inspired by music of Coldplay, Radiohead, Phil Collins, Queen, Bowie, Elton John, The Beatles, U2, Oasis,... I would like someone to read my poems and say something :) Thank you, people from this fuc**** amazing forum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tnspieler1012 Posted January 13, 2013 Share Posted January 13, 2013 Thank you, people from this fuc**** amazing forum. 'king' = a derogatory and offensive term for a homosexual woman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kingzilla Posted January 13, 2013 Share Posted January 13, 2013 Shadows dance along the wall They flicker like lights under a candle And when they trip and fall The dark shadows do not have a handle To grasp and survive For they are only shadows They are already dead, and not alive Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tnspieler1012 Posted January 13, 2013 Share Posted January 13, 2013 They flicker like lights Work on this one. Otherwise there's a lot of potential. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kingzilla Posted January 14, 2013 Share Posted January 14, 2013 Thanks. I'm more of a novelist then a poet, but I do try to improve at the latter, usually without much success. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Destrokk Posted January 14, 2013 Share Posted January 14, 2013 Tnspieler1012, the guy who tells it like it is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tnspieler1012 Posted January 14, 2013 Share Posted January 14, 2013 Thanks. I'm more of a novelist then a poet, but I do try to improve at the latter, usually without much success. How many novels have you written? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted January 15, 2013 Share Posted January 15, 2013 It's hard to say what you really think about a poem, because a lot of people think poetry is personal. But it doesn't have to be a way to throw your thoughts onto a page and call it art, that's what Twitter's for. I write poetry at uni because it's the misbehaviour of language. You can say things in poetry like "He never picked for himself the pear of her heart, or lifted her hand to where his own heart, was a small, dark, terrified bird, in her grip. Where it hurt." It flows and it's like all watching a montage of a story. It's not random ideas scrawled down, for people to interpret as deep or astounding. Poetry is to dancing what writing is to walking, and that's the key to a good poem. This is from my final uni project. I'm doing a collection of poems centred on the idea of memory, loss and family. ____ Submarines Do you remember that crunching, gravelly path, the river following, like a dog off the lead? You told me that beneath the blue – among the beams that stream through skylights of rooms – lived submarines; I guess I believed you. We’d wander by the water in the evening; the surface would glitter like the frosty crystals of an ice cream tub lid. Like a rickety bridge; I thought the surface would sway, shapeshift; accommodate my weight, if I were to swim to the other side. But when I fell in, just a splash. A crash and the flashes of crystal were gone, and I cried; I looked for submarines and found none. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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