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Here's One I Made Earlier... (Creative Arts thread)
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04-01-2010 7:39pm#1Join Date:Posts: 28622
At long last, here you have it ladies and gentlemen, the opening of the C&H creative arts thread. For song-writers, story-tellers, poets, bards, painters, sketchers and taggers to flaunt their talents; for those who enjoy works of art to review the efforts of their peers; for the insomniacs, the bored and the lonely to kill time by witnessing something new and original.
All submissions are welcome, so long as they stay within the usual rules. Feel free to quote and respond to others' posts if you have something constructive to say.
The Creative Writing Forum is there under the Arts tab for anybody who wants to get criticism from more experienced writers before sharing their pieces here.
As usual, the most important thing is to enjoy it
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Farmer's Field
Clouds in the black sky bleached by
Street-lights and car head-lights.
A light drizzle falls on the pot-holed field
Covered with puddles.
Water drips off blades of grass and
The leaves of bushes
As arms push and legs kick
Through the boundary hedge.
Eight young men, three carrying bags,
Navigate their way through
The barbed wire and thorns
And holes and puddles.
Cans and bottles clink in the bags
And break the silence
As the young gang continue in their
Covert mission to the farmer’s crumbling old out-house.
The fun starts when they reach their hiding place,
After climbing the fence, jumping the dike
And skipping through piles of nettles.
Old, empty bottles smash against the far wall,
Smoke rising from newly lit cigarettes.
After three cans each they’re hyper
And laugh loudly and shout about funny stories.
And it’s all OK because they won’t get caught.
This was probably the first poem I was really, truly proud of. I wrote it almost five years ago, and it was one of the first things I ever posted on Boards too 0 -
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This is a painting I did when I was 16, it's the first painting I ever got framed(my parents presented me with it for my birthday one year and then hung it in the hall, did I mention I love my parents?!:)) I'm really proud of it, as you can see it's a take on Girl with a pearl Earing, I just changed the colours and some aspects of the girl.0 -
That's a great poem File, you should post more of your stuff tbh. I've had a story knocking about in my head for a while depicting a soldier in WW1 during the unofficial Christmas Truce in 1914. It's an event that I recently discovered and has fascinated me. It was more for English than anything, but I must write it up and put it here some day soon. 0
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Which, Jumpguy, leads me on nicely to this.
Here's a poem I wrote in an English lesson in Year 9 (I would have been 14), it's meant to be narrated by a WWI soldier; it's not great but ah well.
Voice of The Fallen
My corpse lies in the trenches with a wilting head
My comrades just ignore me, knowing that I’m dead
I just want some acknowledgement, posthumously given
That I gave my life, for this United Kingdom
I’ll just be one more dead, with those already gone
“He died in the war” they’ll say, “He was killed by the Hun”
I saw men fall before me, clutching at their throat
Dying in a sea of Red, while the Germans gloat.
I now wonder as a spirit, not knowing what to do
I had a wife and family, but now that life is through
The war was not worth it, loss of all these lives
No sons for their mothers, no husbands for their wives
I hope future generations learn from our mistake
No more souls of soldiers, no further hearts to ache
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The only other Creative Writing thing I've done was a silly Irish song about a bigamist, I might post that if the thread turns light-hearted
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Brummy it's now been 3 posts since my last one so I feel like I can join in and praise your work. That is excellent!Arcade Panda wrote: »Brummy that's brilliant!
Thanks. I don't really take compliments or things like that well... but I don't want to appear ungrateful, cheersThat was genuinely good Brummer. And to think, I thought filthy jokes was as far as your creative talent went :pac:
This made me laugh and feel guilty at the same time
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brummy, that was unreal!:D I wish I could write something like that. I don't do any creative arts anymore. In primary I was always great at art but in secondary, the art teacher is sh*te so didn't take it as an option. Regret it now because I used really enjoy it.:(Your Text Here wrote: »God yous are all so talented! I might put up some of my poems or stories sometime0 -
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Only song I can find atm , need to get to my lyrics book and type some up , just putting this up as I said I would keep my posts one for one with the poet .Great stuff up at the moment
Softly Stilly Sleeping
Softly stilly sleeping
It’s past the clock of sanity,
The one I used before I met you.
Caught up in the thoughts that bombard,
Want to awaken you from your slumber,
It shouldn’t be this hard?
You couldn’t be that far under
Wake up , wake up , no don’t .
Let dreams of stars and happiness
Drag you under, with their charm and grace
And tell me all about it when you get back to this place.
Softly stilly sleeping
Right there in my arms,
Wondering what place your mind’s created,
Have you succumb to happiness’s charms
The stars told you yet that your eyes make them think of a friend,
Well they would if this was real, is it time to make your journey end?
Wake up, wake up, no don’t.
You look so peaceful there
So I’ll just dote another time,
Just a while longer anyway, I really do care
Softly stilly sleeping
I fell weary by your side
Pondering what you saw and in your bliss I hid and
I left you to the stars
Softly stilly sleeping
Softly stilly sleeping
You woke me with a kiss,
Asked what it was for,
You said that, you couldn’t resist.0 -
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Thanks , I don't write many on laptop , and it's hard to get everything across without the music . Don't want to fall one behind one the first page though:pInsect Overlord wrote: »I really love the ending0 -
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I don't have real talents like the rest of you cunts, but I do draw caricatures.
Does drawing caricatures count as talent?
I draw people.
I call this work of art here "I had a green marker and a black pen so I drew someone, but couldn't draw eyes. I was on a bus"
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