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Poetry Thread

Lux

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^ Thanks. I've noticed a water is a consistent metaphor in my poetry. I feel it's easy for me to identify with (or hide behind) :)

I also really like poetry that resembles a stream of consciousness.
 

metaphours

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^ Yes, I know exactly what you mean. Space is a continuing motif in my poetry. I find that it sort of represents the beyond, the unknown unknowns. But yeah, you should make a blog compiling all your poetry like I did. 'Tis easier and more organized ;)
 

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luck be a lady...

On Fortune

Wan fingers commit ecstasy and death,
Vacuous orbs gaze lifelessly adrift,
Her honeyed tongue consoles her silhouettes,
Or proffers fatal nectar from her lips;
And standing still beneath the endless heavens,
No awestruck gasp escapes her steadfast lungs,
Nor supple breaths betray the pleading reverence,
That we mere shadows hold upon our tongues:
We whisper prayers to some celestial power,
To guard against the fickle fate of men,
Until we fall into our darkest hour,
And wonder now that She is queen again:
’Is Fortune’s grace but vapid as her guile,
Or can it be that wryness charms her smile?’

I like the classical style I guess. I would like to also learn to write poetry effectively in free verse.
 

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More poetry (old diary entries). The first was an attempt at being simple for a change, the second is about pragmatism/realism and is already in my blog.


Eyes of green and hair of nights
darker than my hearts regrets.
Perfect eyes that pierce the night
casting light on shadows there.

Tractor beams of pure emotion
grasp my hand and pull her way,
drag me into turbulent oceans,
held within her perfect gaze.

Drowning love like sweet perfection
fills my lungs with pure air,
ending all these past rejections
with one breath of her.



I don’t see a dark room anymore.
I don’t see her glowing when she enters.
I see human flesh and skin
and facial recognition;
all greater connection is disproved.

There is never magic in this room,
never wonder of one true god
or love or flawless views.
I see no more than vision
when her hair flows in the wind.
My mind says, “yeah, that’s nice, but nothing new.”

Some mornings I still sit out on the mountains,
the fresh air and the inspiring views.
And I see forever through landscapes,
some untrodden by man,
new territories undiscovered,
new places no one’s seen.
But I know what I will find there
is just more of the same.
The world’s no pretty place
without the dreams.
 

speculative

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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.
 

Unkindloving

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Nonsense...

Slipping, tripping back and forth amidst responsibility and frivolousness.
You check your watch.
Anxiously awaiting the specific tick tocks.
Who has a watch anymore?
You're the last of a dying breed,
Pacing amongst business men and children;
One and the same.

Your face contorts.
Forgetting the ease of existing and succumbing to routine.
Worry is your go-to guy.
You question the hypothetical 'him'.
Can you make it in time?
Mayhaps.

Success is a bittersweet melody better played on the quietest of instruments.
Do not rejoice in your triumphs,
It may wake the beast of accomplishment and cause you defeat.
Only now is relevant,
Striving from one point to another, yet the journey isn't satisfactory.
Can you save yourself?
Not in the slightest.
You are subservient and your goal is irrelevant.
 
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Here's one I wrote when I was feeling particularly melancholy:

Oh my bones

Oh my bones my bones
my soft inviting skin
We were once the same, my dear
‘til you escaped my in

How nice that must have been, my dear
to flee my tendon cage
Emerge with independent arms
you flail on cotton stage

My insides aren’t so pretty
just muscled mucous fiber
An empty blot for you to fill
A droning Grecian choir

I hold your knuckles tightly
I try to pull you back
I know with you inside me
this fissure’d smooth, not crack

But this is how it is, my dear
I’m framed within my home
There’s nothing I can do, my dear
while you, my dear, have flown.
 

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Oh, dammit. I don't like quoting myself, but, just yesterday I wrote to the other poem thread, and it seems to be the wrong one. Here. I want answers:

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.
 

Jaguar

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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 see my word game partner likes to use personification as much as I do.
This is excellent, Jenna.
 

Lux

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I see my word game partner likes to use personification as much as I do.
This is excellent, Jenna.

Thank you very much Jag :). So I take it you write as well... *Cough, poetry thread, cough*
 

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Here's one I wrote earlier this year:

"Nimue"

Magic ready to pour out of your heart
Rolls and ripples through your veins
Trickles down to your fingers
Poised at the ivory and ebony keys
To unlock the greatest power
Of Divine Creativity.

Summon the power of the Master
Let his chords cast a spell on you
Close your eyes, rules fade
Let the melodies take control
Harness the energy in the music
Let it run through your blood.

Let’s go.

Dance your fingers upon the keys
Connect deeper with the mystical power,
Electricity running between you
The music, the Master, the instrument.

Yes, you are the Master’s apprentice
Ready to learn, ready to explore,
He bestows a gift of song to you
You are to follow in his footsteps.
 

BlueScreen

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The magical build up,
eagerness in the wait.
When tomorrow arrives,
are our dreams put to waste?
I looked so forward to see you;
I waited for days,
and when you arrived,
I just looked away.

The longing for closeness
that distance creates,
but in moments together
to still feel that space.
When time only feeds
the hoping for more,
anticipate the best
and wait for the fall.
 

SillySapienne

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I don't believe in ghosts, yet they believe in me.

it came through my door, last night.

I felt it lingering to the left of me.

I woke up twice.

And I felt scared.

A visitor with no visible form, a body composed of air

I'm not afraid of death

I'm afraid of all that's here.

Life is full of secrets.

Some we'll never hear.
 
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Her

Craving her I ache
Needing her I want
Remembering her I weep
Believing in her I contemplate

Listening to my inner self I distance her
My body aching I lust for her
Refusing to move backwards I reject her
If only I could deny myself to be with her​
 

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As requested

All the Real Girls

When you have grown to love someone this much, you want to be perfect
Because they deserve perfection
They deserve everything

But what about a mistake that was made before the love
A mistake that served as the incipient of that love

I never thought my choice would stain the beautiful memories I've made with you
I made it before it felt like a mistake
Before we were us

I asked you if we were an item
You said that's a mutual decision for two to make
I took it the wrong way

I didn't know you loved me
I didn't know you wanted me to be yours
But were too timid to say so

And so I hurt you
But I only ended up hurting myself
Because I have to live with my lie

This happened when it all began
Before I loved you, before we were together
But it makes no difference
It might as well have been yesterday

I wish I could erase the past, but I can't
I wish I could find meaning in it, but I don't
I wish I could forget
Or see it as something that had to happen

But there is a scar on my heart
It hurts every time I feel something good

The guilt follows me like a shadow
 

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Boring.

Boring, boring, boring.
Boring, boring.
Boring.

Oil.
 

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Rose’s Lament

Oh brave Rose, why must you fade?
While barren hills remain forever gray,
Each day, the Sun will court them still,
But you, my dear, beneath his gaze must wilt.

Your petals brown, and countenance grim,
The radiant light than once drew princely men,
To set forth from their distant lands,
Now but a candle melting in the sand.

I see you stooped in reverie,
Whispering an ashen-lipped soliloquy,
Remembering when your scent enraptured,
And none could withstand your wanton overtures.

Your venom coursing through their veins,
Delilah’s devious mind and cobra fangs,
Hidden under kitten eyes,
That turned away in boredom when men cried.

But deep within your luscious breasts,
A gentle heart is throbbing with distress,
Severed from all joy and gloom,
Encased within a carefully guarded tomb.

And though I tried to break inside,
I only found my way between your thighs,
My youth surrendered to deceit,
Heartfelt love tossed out like rotting meat.

My hands sandpaper, and face uncouth,
No poet’s silver tongue within my mouth,
But were I lord of earth and sea,
Yet a pretentious mortal would I be

Ten years ago that was tonight,
Revered by all now for my prudent insight,
Posterity shall know my place,
But still I feel the pain of your embrace.

And yet, I pity you, my Rose,
You bloomed, but yet remained eternally closed
And as you view your ravaged face,
You know you never again will be embraced.

And as your blossom turns to gray,
Your mortality grows, dear Rose, each day,
But in me you’re forever whole,
Sealed within the chasm of my soul.
 

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Bump this thread. I'd like to see some more poetry.
 
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