kshults
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Teach me what you can
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Jun 14, 2010 14:16:44 GMT -5
Post by kshults on Jun 14, 2010 14:16:44 GMT -5
So, I figured this place could use a general poetry thread... Discuss anything poetic here, have your works critiqued, bring to the light of day a poem that means something to you, and why it means something to you, and discuss anything that has to do with anything poetic. I think I'll start by saying this- I've been submitting poetry to deviantart.com for quite some time dreccas.deviantart.com/a link to me over there in case you're interested, and I've decided I happen to like writing poetry... I also love reading it, seeing other people turn a phrase in interesting and creative ways is almost exciting to me. So I'm quite interested in what you all have to say. To end this post, I think I'll include my most recent poem, or rather, the most recent work I've done (the poem itself is quite old, but I recently redid it.) Fingers of the Night:Redux I feel the night at the tips of my fingers And even as day breaks that darkness yet lingers It creeps up my arm and into my breast Nipping and pawing at the heart in my chest The dark would have me bend to it's will But my strength never falters, I'm standing tall still And as my whole self is shrouded in black My light never falters, it never gives slack So when I am greeted by the shadows within I open my arms and offer a grin I can not be beaten by the shadows of woe So long as my heart continues to glow
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Jun 15, 2010 5:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Kevak on Jun 15, 2010 5:46:53 GMT -5
This post was started to do poetic stuff, I'm not that good, but I'll try something , if that's enough. I usually don't write poems, but I'll give it a try, maybe you guy's can explain why?
Onto the second verse, what is this? I'm actually doing good, at this. I don't know what rhymes with this, 'cept of course, this.
Wow, I'm lazy and not that good, or maybe I'm just not in the mood? BTW, kshults, your poem was awesome maybe we could hear more some?
Well, I guess I have to end this somehow, but maybe I'll linger on now? Now let's stop right here this is starting to hurt my left ear.
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Jun 16, 2010 20:13:29 GMT -5
Post by MohamedFF on Jun 16, 2010 20:13:29 GMT -5
hello to you kevak96 and kshults i give you my greetings i thank you for the poem you had to fix because your verses touched my feelings
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Jun 16, 2010 22:28:23 GMT -5
Post by thequirkyduo on Jun 16, 2010 22:28:23 GMT -5
I'm not very good at writing poetry, yet I'm in a poetry class - you see. On the first day of school our teacher told us, your finals will be a breeze, so don't fuss! Yet the quarter has come and gone, And finals are anon! Yet easy it certainly is not, As it seems that she has sought To pile on so much work in the last week, That its made us all want to shriek!!! My only comfort is in the fact That all of my belongings and clothes are now packed, Ready to be shipping back home, Where for the rest of the summer I shall ROAM!!!
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kshults
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Teach me what you can
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Jun 17, 2010 15:05:38 GMT -5
Post by kshults on Jun 17, 2010 15:05:38 GMT -5
Before we go on I feel the need to say That poetry is not in the line But the message conveyed Without a good message, a poem will not shine
So think as you write, and make the poem shine bright Whether writing a post or a final for classes Always remember it's an art as you wright Whether writing for some, or for the masses
And to kevak, and mohamed, I'd just like to say That your feedback is welcome, and has made my day
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Jun 17, 2010 21:31:57 GMT -5
Post by shinigami345 on Jun 17, 2010 21:31:57 GMT -5
A couple I posted elsewhere that were requested I post here As the radiant moon turns sanguine, I masticate my tangerine, and still I input data into my old Von Neumann machine. The crimson rain began; it was upon me like a submarine seemingly out of nowhere it transformed into a deep sanguine. As I finished, almost diminished; my tangerine and typing there came a bombardment at my bedroom door. Thus, I walked gently swiping towards my bedroom door. Thither I found a flaming moltres, piping. The moltres came and ate; we talked about the external hyping. The moltres spread its wings and the sanguine colors left us in peace, I mounted the moltres and we flew to the capital of greece. Moltes was confiscated by the Royal Greek Mounted Police. It rose up and smote the royal police and we left for the Suisse. We arrived in Suisse and lamented for the smitten police, Moltres said, "sorry"; we gained politcal assylum in Suisse. A certian uncertianty filled my heart just as my world began to fall apart. Peradventure, I go back to the start then I would lose my culinary art. My culinary art was amazing then you took it away like a fire blazing. You were just envious of my glazing you started my iron curtain rising. My iron curtian was like a tin wall you tore through it at the masquerade ball. I wore a mask ,and you wore a sage shawl we got home ,and --for me-- you bore it all. After that night, I still look back; betwixt us you're my beautiful damsel in distress.
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kshults
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Jun 18, 2010 23:18:37 GMT -5
Post by kshults on Jun 18, 2010 23:18:37 GMT -5
You've definitely got some talent there... but the poems seemed to go a bit on the random side there, I assume that was intentional thought yeah? Pretty good word usage and pretty good all around poetry =)
I wrote another piece for my deviantart gallery... here it is for you guys as well =)
If you could see the core of my self The things within that I keep on my shelf What would become of you and I Would you take pity? Would our friendship die?
If you could see what this smile conceals Would you turn right around and kick up your heels? If I were to say the things on my mind Would you walk away, and leave me behind?
I must face my fears, for one thing I've divined It's risky to say what comes to your mind But riskier still is taking no chances And finding no courage for budding romances
So even if when all is said and done If you say nothing, just turn and run It will be better to know rejection today Than to wonder forever what you might say
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Jun 18, 2010 23:31:33 GMT -5
Post by shinigami345 on Jun 18, 2010 23:31:33 GMT -5
if only my "talent" worked on trying to make the Pogotribe Anthem I'm still at a loss of how to start it or what to title it or anything
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Jun 20, 2010 6:53:28 GMT -5
Post by MohamedFF on Jun 20, 2010 6:53:28 GMT -5
Down to the south of a rock called the moon there were some activity in the afternoon some dan brown told people to subscribe in an awesome community called the pogotribe to be in this tribe you should think big and use your awesomeness for good Go Go Go johnny go
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Jun 20, 2010 20:06:52 GMT -5
Post by Alex on Jun 20, 2010 20:06:52 GMT -5
I like Dogs I like Bears I like Logs I like Pears D was first B was second L was third P was last Dan Brown Likes Pie I'm epic.
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Jun 20, 2010 20:21:23 GMT -5
Post by click3tyclick on Jun 20, 2010 20:21:23 GMT -5
yo niga huhu huhu yoooo yeah yeah SHIRT niga fuck yo man
YO! im like pimp SHIRT! n i do drugs n SHIRT! n stuff i do n SHIRT! YO niga u got a problem SHIRT!
See, I'm a rapper.
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Jun 21, 2010 14:07:20 GMT -5
Post by Kevak on Jun 21, 2010 14:07:20 GMT -5
So, I guess I'm doing this again, I wonder why... Maybe because it's Ten PM, and it doesn't feel like night, since the sun is shining at full blast, it will never stop. Oh I think I'll go to sleep, when at last, it'll not.
Click was kinda funny, with his strange rap, I guess that's all what rappers do, swear and nap. And of course, bang some hoes, and do some drugs. And collect a whole house full o' mugs.
"Hey, kev!", you say, "Think more creatively you stupid git!" Well it isn't may, and I won't walk astray, cos' I got some wit.
I can't think of anything to poem about, is that the right word for it? Well, I have a little bit of doubt, And finally in my head it lit!
There is no word for this, like singing for sing, and missing for miss, and f*ding* for f*ding*
And now I conclude my second one, I hope you enjoyed it dude, I'm probably going to go sleep now, this was a whole lotta fun. But not nude.
Thank you. *applause*
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jaw
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Jun 22, 2010 19:57:33 GMT -5
Post by jaw on Jun 22, 2010 19:57:33 GMT -5
Haha nice, I'm really new to writing poetry, but I want to make music so I guess I'll start now. We live and we die, our souls say goodbye, to our bodies who sleep in a permanent bed. Our souls brighten the night, with their shiny light. A new star in the sky to represent the dead. How'd I do? It's kinda short, but oh well. Might sound kinda emo, but I loved the concept of our souls turning into a star when we die.
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Jun 28, 2011 4:03:34 GMT -5
Post by MohamedFF on Jun 28, 2011 4:03:34 GMT -5
Our world is worth saving but no one does care, tragedies are happening everyday everywhere. The world needs changing, so, seeking this end, seeking a saviour ,this message I send:
Is there still a hero that can save our soul, or are we all lost cause, and we are all to fall? Will X-Men save the day again with their laser beams? Is all that mere fiction stories, is that all dreams? I think no superpower's necessary to save the earth, no need for Superman that would be overkill. All you would need is bravery, passion and will, to spare us other miseries, to sweep all the dirt.
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Jun 29, 2011 9:34:32 GMT -5
Post by bombmaniac on Jun 29, 2011 9:34:32 GMT -5
its funny cuz you live in Fez.
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