Poem Thread

[Rohsiph]

Wavelengths

electric flame sparking color
peppered with migrating particle-orb wisps
of static, and shoe-lace frenzy.

eye-liner runs from the cusp of mythical
heritage, descending a ruddy green, jumping
like demigod tears, collecting as building-
blocks on a linoleum floor.

red gaps--
a blighting lidless maw
suggesting demon-tomes. lingering
cries from otherworldly steel monsters
piercing the synapse, striking a sound,
a sonorous wail of numbers, data, robots,
love.

cloud-faces announce new-tiered projections:
mountain climbers, whale riders, plane-shifters,
and packages containing instruments that
should not produce music, but

sounds lead travel-plans, and this
doorway beckons all will arrive:
the same destination from which to leave
in untold new directions.

 

[Littlelostnf]

Almost love

hey, stranger,
your voice dissolves the years.
I remember
the clean smell of you and
the whiteness of your soul.
you were sunshine
and the taste of rain.

And I know, you know
for a lifetime and maybe,
a day,
you'll seek me in your memories
i'll carry you in my bones.
we were, this was
almost,
almost love.

we paid the bloodprice for honesty
flew on a fairytale built on pain.
but not all endings
were birthed in beginnings,
and we have moved on,
just the same.
not the same.

but comes some nights like these,
when the memory of sunshine
is all that keeps me together.
then
hey, stranger,
seek me in your memories,
carry me in your bones.
we were, this was,
almost,
almost love,
love.

sigh...yeah..been there

 

[Varelse]

Marred Papers

Round coffee stains shatter the crinkled pages.
Brittle plastic breaks over the spine.

Dust peeks out from yellowed sheets,
and smears over the rough black lines.

Torn paper shows the headless body
of an ancient knight.

His paper sword is drawn in shadow,
gold-hilted and leather-bound.

 

[nolla]

Hey, you poets, help me out here, I never understood poetry, maybe it's better to say I didn't try to understand it, but... I stood outside smoking just five minutes ago, and what happened right there was that I had this idea of some kind and as I wrote it down after I got in, I kinda see it as a poem. Weird, huh?

I thought to make some marks on the snow.
I thought to write "forever",
but I didn't.
A bird had made footprints.
It was cold and I stepped into the light to be seen,
but I saw no one.
My lungs emptied,
smoke covered my face and I raised my head.

Well, it doesn't sound that good in English, but thats not the point, anyways. I see the symbols but I can't decode them. It feels a bit like a dream interpretation... Can you get any of it?

Edit. I want to add that each thing that happened seemed meaningful, and they are in the order they happened or the order I saw them. Oh, except one thing. I realized it was cold when I went inside. So, it would be:

I thought to make some marks on the snow.
I thought to write "forever",
but I didn't.
A bird had made footprints.
I stepped into the light to be seen,
but I saw no one.
My lungs emptied,
smoke covered my face and I raised my head.
It was cold.