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Poetry Thread

Unkindloving

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Withered words,
I read the purpose.
I cannot feel the point.
It is dull and i deflect it.

Coughing up fragments,
I choked on the emotions.
I cannot swallow the void.
It is vast and i acknowledge it.

Starry eyes streaming,
I saw the world.
I cannot escape the blur.
It is skewed and i savor it.
 

Salomé

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perspective

He sits with pen
in tranquil glen
to recollect emotion.
He calls it Poetry
but I, Procrastination.
 

SillySapienne

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sit, spit, shit

i think i left it, lost it

tried to deceive myself into buying it

this, this that i do not want

you got it, regret it, yet you keep letting it back in

pressure packed weakness

sit, spit, shit

I gotta get out of this

when?
 

QPoet

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Hey guys, I'm new on this forum. As my name implies I do write poetry. I was hoping for a bit of a bigger presence for poetry here. Maybe I can help in this. I have quite a bit of stuff and will try to add to what is here. Reading this thread, I can really see the difference in how one type approaches a poem as opposed to say an INFJ/INFP type like myself. Here's a fairly involved one I wrote last year. This is about as "angry" as I write. Enjoy!



WORDS OF SILENCE

Words are not important, for words can lie.
But the silence speaks volumes, it screams--and I know why.

The truth is in the space between,
our words and our silence,
--unseen.

We do not say what we (really) mean,
but we mean what we (really) say,
--just in another way.

And we tell ourselves it’s ok…..Well, maybe just for today.

The truth we can’t admit, we think is better left unspoken.
Reality won’t permit (while wrapped in our gaudy lie),
the thing we must deny,
…yet still are sadly hoping.

The unspoken truth is the lie (this is where we begin to die).
But why do we deny,
What we know is real?
--and what we feel.

The Words of Silence are cold-blooded killers. They take you from the inside out.
And you shout,
…….....and you shout,
…………...and you shout.

Words are not important, for words can surely lie.
But your silence speaks in volumes, which one cannot deny.

The truth is in the space between our silence and our words.
And cannot bear be spoken as lies,
…and so it dies,
……and so it dies.

It cannot fit in the spaces that are in between our lives.
 

Quiet

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Quiet.

Oblivion slowly lifts and I become aware of my eyes

they remain closed while I recall the dream but fleeing

I don't imagine it meant much, yet it left me uneasy

reality awaits me. My bed's so warm...

I see the rain outside my window and I relate

as I collect my thoughts in peace before I move

I think about what this day has in store for me

it will be difficult as there's a lot to do.

I do not wish to roll over and re-settle

nor am I eager to act, so I'll just stay a while,

like this...

Eyes fully open now, my life returns

my room is cold yet my dog has shunned her blanket

I watch her for a while before my being tells me

it's ready now, it's ready;

overcome with sizzling zeal

I hear the fuzzing in my ears

I reach to lengths in both directions and,

this dear exquisite stretch feels like nirvana! ahhhh...

Left with only ringing in my ears

tingling in my limbs

I await the magic second

that my feet dare touch the floor...


~Welcome to my Quiet day.
 

QPoet

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Very nice. That time in the morning can be very soothing and relaxing. Like the day itself, your poem takes its time and lives in the moment, taking in all the little details and relishing them.
 

BlueScreen

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Random get pen and be honest with self session. Don't know what is with me, I normally write all the time and recently I don't.


You have the choice between
procrastination and perfection.
You can stare into the black
or plan a better life.

Lying here tonight
with your head upon your pillow,
so ready to look back
before you let the change arrive.

You have dreamt so many times
of a future that is better.
Opportunities arise,
and you spend your time like this?

Contemplate demise.
Contemplate the weather.
Never let your eyes
fall on the world you miss.
 

Lux

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The earth splits and swallows
Amidst the dark and fertile - open
Fade back, push forward
Drink, grow and live
Thrive in the ground – open
The stunning blindness
New eyes see past the dead
Warmth, dripping with life
Captured by a world of color
At last
 

Chaolioe

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I live my life in iambs
Syllables and moments
Words that mean no more than they are
and become, or are becoming
like me
An unreal part of
this real world
I'm speechless and out of tune
I have no meter
No rhythm
Just steady thoughts
in anything but four-four
An enigma in d-minor
suffering and classic
destroying the lexicon
and slaughtering the scale
I am the fermata
And the conductor
I'll only stop when I say I'm done

My Prose
 

Mole

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I live my life in iambs
Syllables and moments
Words that mean no more than they are
and become, or are becoming
like me
An unreal part of
this real world
I'm speechless and out of tune
I have no meter
No rhythm
Just steady thoughts
in anything but four-four
An enigma in d-minor
suffering and classic
destroying the lexicon
and slaughtering the scale
I am the fermata
And the conductor
I'll only stop when I say I'm done

Bravo! Well done.
 

Quiet

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Became...

in the beginning, I was virgin to you-
virgin in innocence regarding you
in the beginning I was confident with you,
felt beautiful then, I remember when,
In the early days, before you threw me around
before you slammed my emotions hard to the ground
there was room for me
there was only forgiveness for you back then...
In the early days when I learned who you were,
disappointment ran deep, deeper than I
could imagine, ever coping with
reaching lower within
trying to see thru your sin
wishing we could win
a relationship game with an unhealthy frame...
Before I began enjoying this love
I was introduced
to the concept of pain,
I got familiar with,
disillusionment in your name,
I lost my innocence
and instead dawned the darkness of disdain
I heard from my lips
angry words, deeper tones to my voice
tougher and tougher
I became-
who am I now, ahh,
I remember this Self,
the protector infront of my wall
the wall to keep you out
of my Zen,
out of my tenderness
so I'm not harmed again
but I am,
I am hiding from life
behind the stone bricks
I labored to lift
again and again
and as time went by
I was shadow of me,
shadow of Self
as I leaned as I walked
as I leaned as I sat,
within weaker and weaker
of my fading health
As I never regarded this coming from me
but felt it of you,
felt it from you
soaked up your apathy, pain and your truth,
of your story
and how it caused me to hold you,
over and over
your head on my shoulder
when you'd let me get close
over shutting me out
so I'd leave you alone
In the early days though,
you spoke of your past
from a voice lacking tone
a voice lacking love as you spoke
sharing yourself,
I recall days of connection
where did you go-
in ever direction
taking me with you
without your intention as I loved you,
I still do...
You showed me your festering contents of mind
among riches of intellect
of which escaped you
its as tho you never knew
your gifts
as I saw them
I saw You-
In the beginning
I showed you
my innocence
with confidence
I offered myself
and in the beginning you accepted
but in time, refused
in time you used
my love,
took me for granted
as I became angry
and bitterness too,
they took over and over
I had to protect
my disappointment
my heart and my Self
from your despondency
your numbness
from your pains that I carried for you
again and again
asking of you
to look at my tools
I held them out to you
for you to use
for yourself,
but you chose
to close your eyes
sleep or escape
some other way,
day after day,
our relationship just,
faded away,
you faded away
I stopped looking at Self
for Me,
only caring for you,
as you needed your mother to
have done for you.
Your mother,
I became this
and it hurt me
rejected my chosen role
crushed my dreams
but I stayed in hopes that you'd change
you would grow and bestow
all the best that you knew
you wanted,
but no longer belonged to,
it was as though no one wanted you,
I wished I was the keeper of the key
to show you the ways to your inner light
that light you so badly need
to exist here
it is a vastness of air and matter
that your familiar with each day, as we all are...
that light will keep you guided
in the right direction- I tried
I screamed it to you
from the heights of my power
in emotion, sensation,
from my words on paper and spoken
but you chose
not to take them
you chose to believe that
you were fine to ignore
and escaped yourself over and over
from addiction
in any order of many
within emptiness,
wasted potential
as you were when you were with me,
you're gone now. Yet you hold me
you txt me in tears
you remember the years
and in touch with your fears
of living without me
but I cannot go back
to the way I was treated
I am feminine now
and accepting myself
for the girl that I am
but without you as my man
in the way that I yearned for
Still do...
I am missing the contact
connection of safety
minus the twisted messages from you
of when I am needed, is when you don't show it
taken for granted
left feeling used,
so why do I love you
and why are the tears still hot
wanting to flow
but letting them not
as forgiveness is melting me
from angry memories
leaving me weakened
with the weight of our pain
I'm feeling you always
I'm feeling me harboring
wishes for future times
with you again
but I know how it will be
and no I'm not ready
I'll never be ready to live life that way.
I'll never live life with you
that way, again,
I'll never live life with you
that way, again...
 

Quiet

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5 Days After:


All I ever wanted
from you,
was for you to see me
too
and with all that we've
been through,
that you would come around,
and say "thank you"...


"Thank you for your time,
believing me
after every time I lied
my deceit was just one crime
that I put you through,

Thank you for your strength
and your inner
confidence,
for the journeys
that we went
you were always there,
to bear...

To share with me my pain,
and beseeching your own,
alone
and because of you
I've grown,
forever by my side,
thank you..."


I long for these
kind words,
of inner depth,
needing to be heard,
and should you
share one day,
I will wait around,
and pray
for my dreams to
come true,
for the little boy
still inside of you,
will transform
to your man,
and take away
your pain,
and blame...

So you can
finally smile,
and see out
for even just a little while,
the world is not
so gray,
even in the rain

The next time
that you think
of reason's and
of ways
to go astray,
in weakness,
empty space
that you can't fulfill,
be still -
remember please,
my face
the eyes that see
so much more
of this place,
that won't spill
out the rain,
too much wasted time, -

Please lower your voice
and hand
stand back
and
stop, being so angry,
this really isn't
about me,
take a look around,
what do you see?


All I ever wanted
from you
was for you to see me
too,
and with all that we've
been through,
you would come around
and say "thank you"...
__________________
 

BlueScreen

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(in hope of me finding interest in writing again)

Two sides collide;
this morning I am either.
Half of me
I wish I wouldn’t be.
There is more
than blood on the mirror,
still pouring from
the way things could have been.

So much more than
deceit in my reflection;
you see the part
I wish that I could be.
Another question mark
on recollection
of who I was
and the way things could have been.
 

Arclight

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Without You


I want to live in a world
without feeling
where love is just a chemical reaction
Where coincidence is random and has no meaning
Where compassion is just a mechanism
To keep the young protected
Until they can fend for themselves
And falls away to justice
Where one law rules
Void of chaos
Where sleep is just to heal the body
Absent of dreams that haunt the waking journey
Where memories are just a reference for knowledge
Where walls still stand unbroken
Locks not picked by deft fingers
Reaching inside and pulling out
what should always
Remain hidden
A world where your siren call goes unheeded
Met with stiff resistance
Your sensual touch
With indifference
I want to live in a world
Without feeling
I want to live in a world
Without you.

Aug 2010
 

Aquarelle

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Wow, I just found this thread...
I've been looking to share some poetry again, in the hopes that it will inspire me to start writing again. I used to write a lot of poetry, but recently I've not been writing much of anything outside of papers for class, and when I do write it's been mainly children's stories. Not that that's bad, but I do wish I could get some poetic inspiration back. :)

So anyway, here's a poem. It's an old one. I wrote it when I was just finishing college, living with my folks in the 'burbs.


Hard Times Café
Minneapolis, MN

The door's open wide, letting rain in.
Plants frame the window, remind her of home.
She ducks inside.
The guy at the counter hands her a scrap of paper,
he tells her to write down what she wants.
‘Rigatoni, $3.49’.
"They’ll call you when it’s done," he says.
She goes to sit by the window, drawn
by a trapezoid of gray, rainy sunlight
on the raw dark dirty floor.
She finds a black-turtleneck clad
Someone already there,
sits at the counter instead.
It’s in the center of the café,
the focal point in a perspective drawing
and the stools are high,
higher than the other tables.
She is on display.
She may as well shout, "Hey!
I eat meat and real cheese
and live in the suburbs!”
A man with a ripped shirt, pierced lip,
and dreadlocks looks blatantly at her
over his chipped mug of strong, organically-grown joe.
The waitress calls her name--they are out of rigatoni but
would she like vegan mac-and-cheese instead,
‘cause it costs the same?
She eats it for the experience
but it tastes brackish, metallic.
It’s stopped raining
so she puts on her scarf,
buttons her jacket,
takes her fork to the bin that says SILVERWEAR
and her plate to the only other bin,
which is labeled BROKEN DISHES.
Throwing her napkin away on the way out,
she passes the dreadlocked man,
who meets her eyes
and smiles.
 

Gloriana

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So tired tonight on TypoC,
But it's not the end for me,
I'll stay until secret smileys I see,
I need them like carrot needs pea.

Five hundred posts is what I seek,
I'll do it if it takes all week,
I'm just a sentimental smiley freak,
I want enough to reach my peak.

People might think I'm kinda funny,
But it's all the smileys, they're the money,
They lift me up and make me sunny,
I'm increasing my posts, so pay up honey.

--Gloriana - 08/02/10
 

Aquarelle

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These are great, I love reading poetry. I must also say Thom Yorke is amazing. Here's something short I wrote a while ago.

The Ocean rumbles
cracking the rocks together on shore
confusing the sand.
Lightening splits the water -
The wondering sea, chaotic in beauty, faithless, harassed
Or the loving sea, the one you float on, the one that takes you home.
Poorly veiled and mostly happy
The waves crash with questions
Why do you love?
The mist sweeps the questions back to sea unanswered.

I love this! The image of the sea as "faithless" is striking. Also "the one that takes you home..." :wubbie::wubbie: So beautiful!
 

Aquarelle

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Poetry thread? Don't remember if I've posted here, so...

�Streetlamp Terror�

Streetlamp flickers, dying ember night.
Crushing God-thumb, snowflake�s smirking descent.
Pale flicker-lamps in tombs, maggot-eaten Cheshire cat.

Un-ripe peach skin peach hair peach rouge smiles no more.
Caked-on baked-on dries & peels off a morgue joy rider.

Sidewalk cracks, crazy kaleidoscope.
Pebble flecks claw, frenetic feet.
Eye jerks left, eye jerks right.

30 seconds. Blink. 30 seconds. Blink. 30 seconds. Blink.

Tourists bazaar, beached whale gone blowfish with puffy blue veins.
Stick-figures scatter in the shade of a last breath.

Wow... great imagery here. Really portrays a frenetic, panicked feeling. I especially love the next-to-last stanza - so simple yet so effective.
 

CuriousFeeling

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“Fish out of Water”
There are some people in this world
That can go their own way
And not follow the crowd.
But, there are some that cannot.

I once knew of a young man
Who was a goldfish by nature
And followed the school of fish
And lost his way of being mature.

But if you take him out of the water,
How can he possibly survive?
He cannot possibly sustain to breathe.
Watch him as he does wriggle and writhe.

Now look at the other man,
Who doesn’t follow the crowd.
But yet, it seems they look through him,
And he just wants to cry out loud.

So it seems that no matter what you do
Whether you follow or stay behind,
You always will be dragged into a quagmire,
And be a fish out of water.
 
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