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Poetry Thread

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mrs
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If you are referring to a thread with poetry written by our members, I do not think one exists (or is active).
 

iwakar

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"My briar rose
your beauty shows
like mice upon
the eagle's lawn."

Ta-da! Wrote that when I was 14 years old. I have officially "shared stuff." :)

Now, you all *points*, snap to it! share something poetic!
 

Penda

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HORIZON

And through the shattered glass that is my eyes,
I try not to despise what is forgiven,
For the blessings of a sweet caress it's wise,
To take what makes life worth living

But for the dawn that keeps me in its trance,
The rose that's Godlike in its innocence,
And what but all the world is in a dance,
Or that her breath tastes like cinnamon

Why is asphalt black like empty space,
And not white like a wedding dress,
I'll drive forever on a road to waste,
Away from time and all its heaviness.

Now someone else post something so I don't look stupid ;)
 

iwakar

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Yay for sharing! Putting yourself out there for criticism is always tough, even a little bit.
 

BridgeCable

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me share?

Ill just paste this from another forum i posted them at. Tell me what you think. i think they are great but maybe thats cause i wrote them and am arrogant and stuff, master poet tell me how to improve, i would like to get some poetry skillz please.

*****
I was fasting and I asked God to help me express the anguish I was feeling over how pathetic and pointless and sad education and knowledge seemed to me at the time. This is my interpretation of the thoughts communicated by Him to me, polluted with my own thoughts and attitudes perhaps, but any good in them can only be attributed to God.

Education:

Cars traveling to and fro:
Cages filled with empty people and selfish destinations.
Doors opening and closing:
Making way for purposeful strides... Leading to Nowhere.
Contrived Smiles:.. light the face like a camera flash:
Sinking back in the skin to reveal..
Crying eyes and empty souls.

Knowledge:

A mass of clay to form and shape
Lifeless, void, gray and pale
Forms a shell around the heart and pumps with oily spasms
the surface of the moon made fluid, drifting too close to the sun
Dead Gray Sludge

...
this one is more of a poemerant but maybe one can relate and it will serve a purpose.
...

Frivolity of Conversation:

Little bits of colored clay added to the bulbous mass
Fade to gray, indistinguishable, a blob of nothingness
Weighty and stagnant, putrefying, fermenting, deadinformationreachingitsultimateandendlessbirthofinfinitepollution...Intense conversations about Pirates of the Carribean....2 WHY!?

Empty Eyes:

Gazing forever but unseen
Perception... to end eternity
Naked, blind, Gasping.. for breath of Light
Darkness known of dying embers
Fizzles blackness to endless night
 
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ragashree

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What, days have passed and no INFP's on this thread?

:shock:

I think I might have to take a cold shower
 

dyspraxion

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once, long ago,
in a land of mists forgotten now,
wandered a beast of music and light.

once long ago,
i saw this creature infernal
welcome my beloved into its dancing light.

in shrieks and screams it ran.
mighty wings beat the air
and left scattered the bodies of one hundred fallen.

it alighted upon a castle in the air.
before me appeared stairs,
like a devil invoked. behind me they fell forgotten.



and


from the stars it fell quiet in the center of night,
blazing of morbid remembrance,
to gleeful and barren withered inhabitants
through the plains creeping insidious.

slow it became.
slow it conquered the wailing for rain.
the poison lands' weeping shuddered through smoke,
the continuous frothing of ominous words spoken
by a maelstrom of flame.




I tend to write stuff like this in all lower-case.
btw, I love yours, Penda.
 

Prototype

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Why?
What if, as the observant,
I manifest the light,
With a quickening curiosity
Through the smoke.

What if, as the absorbent,
I challenge the tone,
With a numbing lull
Behind the dark.
 

GZA

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Random poem generator results:

Love is like an imploding fish
We are working at SW today
i wish i had fish it would be delish
I've had a CourtneyLovekindofday

I wore a watch upon my wrist
And you my dear have lost the plot
Pulling my trousers down gently in the mist
And Latoya's a SLUT! (A whole lot!)

I met a man who was very pissed
hung inbetween earth and heaven
my gift certificate, she used
And read a book by a man named Sven

Thats deep :laugh:
 

Valiant

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Random poem generator results:

Love is like an imploding fish
We are working at SW today
i wish i had fish it would be delish
I've had a CourtneyLovekindofday

I wore a watch upon my wrist
And you my dear have lost the plot
Pulling my trousers down gently in the mist
And Latoya's a SLUT! (A whole lot!)

I met a man who was very pissed
hung inbetween earth and heaven
my gift certificate, she used
And read a book by a man named Sven

Thats deep :laugh:

That made me laugh uncontrollably. :D It's really... "Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy"-like :D
 

iwakar

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I don't want this thread to die!

I forgot to return for commentary. Penda, BridgeCable, dyspraxion, Demigod: nice contributions.

I was hoping more members would contribute, but I can understand their indifference and relate to their reluctance. I can contribute something a bit more substantial myself, but keep it short 'n sweet so I don't incur impatience. Enjoy! --or not, heh.

Party Favors

We curl inward
like party favors
after the last blow,

bending so the
salt-wells spill free
without show.

Love’s corners
slacken, blacken, and
fold in slow.

We are outbound
while inbound
though we do not know.


If others have something more to share, please do. :D
 

ragashree

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*Sigh*

I see there's only one way to prod some life into this thread, so here goes:


A Legacy

When flesh shall fade, and paper rot,
Yet through Life's graveyard, hung in mist
One stalks the path time's loss forgot,
Though songs long silent forge no tryst
Between old bones and new desire
To know what nature here once kissed
Its earthly joys with living fire;

When Truths laid down in graven stone
And trophies of the gods they list
Shall tell their tales to dust alone,
For man's old gold is new-consist;
And stone shall wear, and iron rust -
Till who dares seek the time's true gist
Goes but by those small signs they must;

Then some wise archaeologist
(Who long in this sole hope has mused
On still unperished shards of pots)
May name our times the Mass, Confused
Late Plastic Periods.



*And this is a serious poem, barring the bathos at the end. Therefore, if this thread continues at its current level of apathy, this offering will be removed at my discretion. So there.*
 

Salomé

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^ Wow!

Do you want critical appreciation, or noncritical appreciation?
I'm better at the latter.
 

iwakar

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I think we're aiming for participation of any kind barring tripe and doggerel.
 

GinKuusouka

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What
In this prison wand'ring finds
A gentle and compassionate soul
The maker of this music hides
Making the half into a whole
In the swamp do secrets linger
Holding nothing but a satire
Fragile lives, yet so meager
Knowing nothing but the fire
Ancients told of life so weary
Where frost and fire become one
Bubbling stones speak so dreary
A firefly's song they have sung
A candle lit shines no light
Where a wrong seems "proven" to be right​
 

Salomé

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(for ragashree)

First born (a sonnet)

Muffled by nature's silent blanket siege,
The new world seems to be a softer place.
Of childish fairytales; the hidden peace
in cotton sheets and filigree of lace.
A dormant Ben shoulders the whisper wind
And in his shadow snow-caked sheeplands sleep.
While at his head, Aurora waves her wand,
And rainbow colours dance beneath her feet.

The chill-less cold of well-wrapped solitude
Reclaiming sled adventures, long ago,
When mittened hands with guileless trust imbued,
And virgin foot print-echoed man of snow.
O'erhead, old boughs are clothed with fresh cargo
Like guardian angels who this quiet know.
 

GinKuusouka

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(for ragashree)

First born (a sonnet)

Muffled by nature's silent blanket siege,
The new world seems to be a softer place.
Of childish fairytales; the hidden peace
in cotton sheets and filigree of lace.
A dormant Ben shoulders the whisper wind
And in his shadow snow-caked sheeplands sleep.
While at his head, Aurora waves her wand,
And rainbow colours dance beneath her feet.

The chill-less cold of well-wrapped solitude
Reclaiming sled adventures, long ago,
When mittened hands with guileless trust imbued,
And virgin foot print-echoed man of snow.
O'erhead, old boughs are clothed with fresh cargo
Like guardian angels who this quiet know.

I have to say that was beautiful. :) I love the imagery. A quiet wintery scene with only the crunch of snow under boots at first. Then imprints of the sleds telling stories of those who had been there being built upon and the wind carrying child-like laughter away. Memories. ^^ Very pretty.
 
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