Anyone write poetry

sisob

anyone have some nice poetry that they'd like to share with the boards

preferably that you write urself - but if there are some really good second hand ones thatll do

Crash

i stopped writing poetry. during my depressed days, it was really really weird, and worrying

smiles

Heres one I really like (hehe, it puts men down!) :P

Aurora (Emily Dickinson)

Of bronze and blaze
The north, tonight!
So adequate its forms,
So preconcerted with itself,
So distant to alarms, -
An unconcern so sovereign
To universe, or me,
It paints my simple spirit
With tints of majesty,
Till I take vaster attitudes,
And strut upon my stem,
Distaining men and oxygen,
For arrogance of them

My splendors are menagerie;
But their completeless show
Will entertain the centuries
When I am, long ago,
An island in dishonoured grass
Whom none but the daisies know.

<< Fio >>

imp

Strange how I've always hated Emily Dickinson...

Me likes Seamus Heaney. And some others...

I haven't written poetry in a few years now. Tho I have written some lyrics. Hmm... lyrics without music = poetry??

I'm confused.

Byebye.

}:>

lordsippa

I used to write Poetry. It was a while back. Somewhere between 3 years ago and a year ago. I stopped. I occasionally write some lyrics. But that's cause i don't so much write poetry as butcher english.

Alas, here be an old poem of mine from the horribly depressed years (let the bad times roll). Very few of my poems have names... well... very few of my depressed poems. But they don't need them cause they'd just be a waste of a perfectly (well... reasonably...) good name.

"Emotions drifting as
Crewless vessels
On the wild seas
Of love and loneliness.
Watery graves are the fate
Of most, Sunken by the
Pleasures denied.
Some sail evermore, Twisting
And turning on their voyage,
Never once reaching the
Safe sane shores of hope."

Man U babe

I dont particularly like poetry, but......
"Inebriate of Air, am I
and Debauchee of Dew......"
Emily Dickinson

Irish poets are all soooooo boring, although maybe I've just had poetry spoiled for me by six years of terrible teaching.

Bard

Poetry.com chose this one of mine to publish in a book...

Eternity Unfinished

No dominating deities or demons drive my day,
Icon worship now, my mind firmly keeps at bay,
Through quiet burning solitude, where all I see I say -
A cold, unfeeling ocean laying calmly in my way.

A sunset seen so shimmering, yet difficult to care
For beauty's lost and wasted, with no-one here to share
Down she dips as dolphins dive, dazzling with flair
But my heart's across the ocean - thoughts ever-resting there.

Moonbeam shards and speckle stars brighten the black sky
Like stab-holes cut in fabric, where minds can freely fly
Standing, staring - from the hilltop, confused and scared- but why?
The ocean holding back my dreams, waves laughing at each cry.

And in a night of perpetual fright, rain thunders groundward-bound -
The wind's own scream tears up the dream, a horrifying sound.
When natures roar is heard once more and terror circles round -
Fighting fears, with frozen tears, there now, alone - I'm found.

Some more of mine are here.

sisob

here is one of my depression enspired poems:

Escape
Nov 2001

As cold is a lack of heat,
Joy is a lack of sorrow,
without life there is no sorrow,
Just wonderful, empty, joy.

alaskagirl

oohh! I have HORDES of depressed unrequited love poetry! most of its from a couple years ago. I have kind of given up on it. And i have a few corny limericks that i was forced to do in english class. urk. I HATE forced writing!!!:


This one i kind of liked : There once was a lady named Sydnee,
who feared she had lost her left kidney.
She searched far and wide,
then sat down and cried,
In lament to her absent left kidney.


And then we had to write poems including our name:

C leverly hiding
L aughing her tears off
A lways concealing her deepest emotions.
R arely revealing anything.
E veryone thinks i talk too much.

The stupid part about that one is that i wasnt depressed or even slightly upset at the time. but its hard to write a peom about feeling alright.

alaskagirl

ooh! i forgot! here:
dont laugh at the sulky poetry! I know you all have some!
Enraged by my captor,
I slash through my mind,
for his faceless endeavor
is both crual and kind.
I pray for deliverance
but wish i could stay,
to let him forever on my hearstrings play.



I dont even KNOW what i was thinkning about then. mus thave been some dude.

lordsippa

Ok... here's an attempt at spontaneous writing of a poem... expect me to complain about being too lazy to go and delete it.
::___::
Alone...
Sitting alone
Here
Now
But
Is it
Am I?

Everything
F
A

L
L
I NG
APART

No one knows
Who could
And How could
they?

Forget me
For I am nothing
Nothing more than an empty dream
Weightless
Worhtless
There's no value in this dulled seam
Of fools gold
A folly
Nothing more.

Hate me if you must
I bear no grudge
I feel the same
But why? Why? Why why whywhywhywhywhyw?hy? WHY?

Do you

EVER FEEL that its all too much
That it just needs some
thing more
to finish it

"Better to burn quickly and bright
Than slow and dull
Without great light"
True? YES!

But why continue...
why bother...
i don't know...
and i don't care.

But about you
What is your request
I miss your smile
Though i never see it
Though i never like it
Though i hate you
Reflection

No.
::____::

So... yes... spontaneous poetry while written in a not quite conscious state without actually knowing how you feel (i'm pretty happy right now but i still got my whole unending and overlying pain thing even if i don't) might not be all that good. i'll look at this tomorrow and then replace with something that makes sense (well... kinda) or is at least good.

Smiley

I used to write a lot of poetry...

And I got published too...

You remember the 'I Have a Dream' book, that was a colaboration of young Irish writing talent back a few years. Well, this got published in that...

***-!!-***

"I have a Dream" Michael Warren, sometime in 1999

I have a dream of a moonlit beach
That sits so solemn and still
Nobody thinks and nobody cares
Of a beach so solemn and still

On that beach so solemn and still
The grass grows across the white sands
And on on the seabed, where the sharks do roam,
A shipwreck, ghostly, still stands

And in the great sky the stars can be seen
The galaxies all are there
And down to the East lies a crescent moon
And it hangs so still in the air

At the foot of the cliffs the sea is still
And there isn't a ripple in sight
In the rock pools, no fish can be seen
They've all gone in for the night

I have a dream of a moonlit beach
That sits so solemn and still
Nobody thinks and nobody cares
Of a beach so solemn and still

***-!-***

Neat, huh?!?! Had that published a while back, and got to spend a day in Dublin.

I've got alot of other ideas and stuff floating around , but I can never seem to be bothered to write them down...:rolleyes:

Stay tuned Kiddos,

Mike the Insomniac...

lordsippa

Ressurection <KAPOW>

shep the malevolent pixie

i write stuff...

Nothing stands alone, cold, watching; Ever waiting for something to take shape, to evolve, to fly for just one moment and is gone.
But nothing does, as nothing was made to do, and still lies watchful.

em...

One is lost in lust and love
The other stands alone, above
Their hearts are intertwined-
entangled love and turpentine.

-excerpt from "Nothing Says True Love Like The Magic Roundabout". a song i wrote. it has music and everything. :rolleyes:
sHep :cool:

Get your tongue
out
of my mouth;
I'm kissing you
goodbye.
-Ted kooser

pretty*monster

This is something i wrote. I'm not entirely sure what i think it's about...


she is perfection
and all that that entails
she is deception
and all that that implies
a transient, blank, empty vessel
she holds the keys to everything i never knew i wanted
she is truth, steeped in lies
sickening
and yet she has made her own place
among my thoughts
and i wonder did i dream her
she is right here
over my shoulder
but one million miles away
impossible, unreal
and yet i am supposed to be her
in my lowest hour i have killed her again and again
in my highest moments i have forgotten her face
in the depth of her confusion i have mixed our minds
in my defence i have dismissed her as air
in their absence she has consoled me
in her fear she has held me down
and bound me to her
in our dark
the bonds are a comfort.

lordsippa

Thought

---

Hey mister,
Wanna come with me?
I could really use your
Smile and your money.
Hey mister,
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Hey mister,
Don't you wonder where I've been?
Hey mister,
I could've slept with the dogs last night!
Maybe it was your brother,
Or sister.
Do you care?
Maybe you'd like that.
I don't like this anymore.
It's rough,
You're rough.
To think I'm considered scum!
Then again,
Who am I to speak?
I've already been judged!
Who am I,
To go against your moral values?
The voice of so many
Against me,
Who am I
To point the finger?
Hey mister!
Mister please!
Come back!
It's cold
And it's dark!
I'm all alone...
You never paid.

joe the coat

Dining Room
Comfort
Warmth
Soft chairs
Sitting opposite
Someone I care about
She’s reading
I’m writing
She doesn’t know
What I’m writing
What would she think?
She’s odd looking
Sort of elvish
Still beautiful
The clock ticks
Counting away this
Time of comfort

I write far, far to much... far, far to quickly... my worry is someday I'll write the same poem twice without noticing

shep the malevolent pixie

i like that one sven.

how many mirrors does it take for you to see
just how beautiful you really are?
it removes from the thoughts of ridiculous discussion
why you don't just shut up and watch it.

i know,
and i'm sorry.

....dunno where that came from.

fuzzy cloud shaped babies
shines the deep and temperate sea
dark moons only told her once
to live long and let it be

her eyes are cold with the fear of submission
her mother got it wrong
for one so young to know such pain
all they do is tell you to move on

and you have to keep on fighting
stay away from memory's rabid dogs
although they bite and scratch and scream
keep outside dillusion's fog.

but still she cries and weeps and wails
(change is good but hard to find)
too difficult to destroy something so well known,
so unique.
-That Day in the Park
that's one of my favourite angst ridden poems of mine
sHep :cool:

Matfinn

Archaicha

Cats I see the light at the end of my cranial tunnel,
did the cats and won a tenner and a pint,
is that you mick? jaysus its been a while, can I?

Have yourself a pint there, spinning and spinning,
to the toilet i troop like a batallion of men, on my best.
look sober, the colours look the same, my god i saw her

across the bar she looked beautiful, through optimistic eyes
seen across a pond of smoke, spilt drink and chatter.
sounds and sight blend into one, im on my 5th now, many more.

its already midnight, and annie is singing the second angelus,
i sit there, floodgates open, my better judgement locked in a cell.
it comsumes me and i am all but safe to myself and others,

bring on pint 10, it hits me like a truck, the room is a rotor blade,
the bus to bring us home has left, i am alone,
the shadows of my evil lurk near, my paranoia is coming back

today I run far down the street, away from what i think is near
out comes a large chariot of metal, my judgement watched not,
the result, monday morning, i have a tag in my toe.

Matt


be careful this christmas

claire h

*feels inferior after reading all those, 'specially those by Kate, Joe, Sven & Chloe*

---> now, for my contribution, featuring some teenage melodrama and, uh, not much else:

so easy to fool yourself when you want to believe
when you tell yourself it's over and you don't have to feel
the ache when you see something you'll never have
raw beauty screaming to be touched
raw pain yelling to be healed
raw talent demanding to be nurtured
and you are
(invisible)
perched on the sidelines
telling yourself you're over an obsession
that passed its sell-by date a long time ago
because it's so easy
to fool yourself
when you want to believe

qwidgybo

*applauds you all*
wow,some of those poems are really good!but some of them seem a bit negative....claire's sticks out in my mind...probably cos it's the last one i read...why so down??

last year i used to write haikus everywhere,but that was just to occupy myself in class...they weren't all that great.i also wrote a poem about ten minutes before english class one day and my teacher put it forward for some competition but i'm not sure why,at some point i talked about how dogs sniff each other's arses in it....hmm....

shep the malevolent pixie

thanks clare

woo, 300th post!

latest offering....

Remind me why we started this?
You found a kitten in a box without me -
i almost cried when i was told.

The sky;
shimmering like a giant piece
of what remains of my mind
(i do not fear you anymore) -
so much yet left to discover,
so much space between us.

or is there?

i'd always like to think
the time we spent together was worthwhile.

Is she
more
fun
than i was?

so many differences,
not enough time.

-The Phoenix
wrote that one today. it depicts so much unfinished sh*t...
sHep :cool:

Mystic Fibrosis

they made us write 3 lline poems in class today...not haikus, just 3 line poems.

When the lights go out
And it's time to sleep
I see more clearly than before


see, methinks better under the cover on darkness. I do everything better under the cover of darkness.













Everything.

Matfinn

Breakdown of my inner walls

the tanks they shuffled past, men atop seeing,
the iron fences and walls of 40 years have gone, the wire masts are breaking down.
My mind is in liberation, i see a peaceful future

six years of war in my head ave come to an end, graceful sunshine is breaking the clouds.
enterprising people have come from one darkside into the light, cars stream to paradise

the wall of self doubt is down, the men put away their guns, nations can prepare for freedom, past grudges fallen and forgotten.
the war is finally over, i think anew and see anew,

Matt

smiles

Just a word

Just a word,
and I am lost,
in infinite places,
of an infinite love,
just one word,
just one second,
then it is gone...

Just for a seconds,
and then it is all gone,
and each little second,
rolls around forever,
just once,
just one little second,
then it is gone...

just once,
now even memories fade,
and each little smile
broken into infinity,
now you're face is fading,
just once,
just one tiny memory,
and then it is gone...

<< Fio >>

joe the coat

Hiding
Hands over eyes
Trying not to see the truth
Trying to black it out
Until I get an answer
What will the answer be?
I hope so much
The butterflies bouncing around
High on adrenaline
A catch in my throat
A choking grip
Stopping me from speaking freely

I'm not depressed, I write like this so that I don't get depressed... or as depressed as I could be :rolleyes: