Poetry

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Why do you blame it on the pot?

Haha I echo this. I've heard a lot of people say that pot smoking actually really gets their creative juices flowing! I have never smoked it so I wouldn't really know

 

[Znowcicle]

I was about to get to that actually, since I do smoke it myself. Some of my best posts have been when I'm high, which is not exactly poetry but detail is still sometimes hard to come by. ^-^;

But of course there are functioning and non-functioning smokers like there are drinkers. Those that can still work and get things done without you knowing they were even in the clouds and those that are very obvious and just have to sit and stare at the wall for a bit until they come down. And then there is everything in between. But just like everything else in the world, it affects everyone differently. Some people can even be allergic to the stuff. He could be perfectly functioning but less creative. It all depends.

So needless to say, I'm curious to your situation Diisk. If you don't mind of course.

 

[Diisk]

Ugh because, I stopped doing a lot of things when I started pot. But I did keep doin football

 

[Znowcicle]

Do you miss it at all? And that's commendable of you. ^-^

 

[Diisk]

Naa, not really. I like what I'm doin now. I like the friends I got and the type of music I changed into lol

 

[StellaLuna]

I'm no poet (HAH, I wish) but I love a good poem from time to time. Sylvia Plath has a special place in my heart. Her work is just so... Dismal and excellent @-) I related to her during my teen angst phase HAHA. I mean, just read her fan-twitter account: Sylvia Plath (itssylviaplath) on Twitter

Well, one poem that I really like is this. Idk, but I like reading this aloud.

Tonight I Write the Saddest Lines - Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

I highlighted my favorite part. Haha, my feels @-)

OH. I also really like this one too. From Perks of Being a Wallflower (By Stephen Chbosky)

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

I love how it repeats, with innocence gradually wasting away.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

We had a mega storm on sunday, and I was right in the middle of the worst part. Visibility was literally zero and I didn't know how bad it was until the next day. The area I was in literally got destroyed and we made it through perfectly fine but seeing the wreckage monday I had to write something:

The storm is all around us
Consuming the wole world
Wind and rain and lightning
The destruction that unfurlled

The street has become a river
The power lines come down
The poles that held them up
Broken all around

Buildings break as well
Cars stop and float away
The lightning rips the sky
The thunder makes nerves fray

We can't see the wreckage
The storm has taken our sight
We're in our own world
Oblivious to our plight

We had the time of our lives
Exhilarated by the storm
In awe of it's power
As onward we are borne

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

I don't care if it's thread necromancy, I'm still going to attempt to keep this thread alive!

We are the children of the night
we are those that cause you fright
we are the ones hiding from your sight
we are the children of the night

During the day, we live normal lives
We are unarmed, save the pocketknives
We wear the masks and tell the lies
We are the children of the night

You see us without seeing
You utter to us your greeting
Your interest in us is fleeting
We are the children of the night

We are the store clerks who sell you treats
The construction workers who pave the streets
The office drones working from their seats
We are the children of the night

At the end of the day when you say goodbye
That is the end of our intricate lie
As the sun sets, with the moon we rise
We are the children of the night

Not a one of us sleeps or rests
We wear bandannas and Kevlar vests
We carry weapons and do what we so best
We are the children of the night

We prepare for the days to come
When warlords use weapons brighter than the sun
We are the ones who you will depend on
We are the children of the night

We are the children of the night

 

[StellaLuna]

Thank you for keeping this alive! I like this thread and would hate to see it die

I saw this posted on Tumblr and I quite liked it

Let me tell you about longing.
Let me presume that I have something
new to say about it, that this room,
naked, its walls pining for clocks,
has something new to say
about absence. Somewhere
the crunch of an apple, fading
sunflowers on a quilt, a window
looking out to a landscape
with a single tree. And you
sitting under it. Let go,
said you to me in a dream,
but by the time the wind
carried your voice to me,
I was already walking through
the yawning door, towards
the small, necessary sadnesses
of waking. I wish
I could hold you now,
but that is a line that has
no place in a poem, like the swollen
sheen of the moon tonight,
or the word absence, or you,
or longing. Let me tell you about
longing. In a distant country
two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,
unafraid, are perching beside them.
She places a hand on his knee
and says, say to me
the truest thing you can.
I am closing my eyes now.
You are far away.
— “On the Necessity of Sadness,” Mikael de Lara Co

 

[lolkhajiit]

I made this on the spot.
This Monster Lives

There's something down inside
Though I could never figure out how, or why
Always dragging me down
And people wonder why I'm never around
It's because my feelings, my life, my everything has run aground
And deep down inside, I know what it is
This monster lives



Okay, that was terrible right? Plus, that was my first real poem. I just saw all these awesome poems, and I'm like "Why not?" So there it is.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

YES!!!!!!!! The thread lives!!!!!!!!!!! and lolkhajiit, that was pretty good, poetry is raw and pure or refined and intricate, either way it is beautiful.

 

[Ysarth the watcher]

Have a read at T. S. Elliot's The Hollow Men. Part one is in my signature

 

[lolkhajiit]

My opinion on my poem: The poem is too short, the fifth line is too long, and it sounds more like a song than a poem.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

Don't worry about it sounding like a song instead of a poem. I have to have a beat to write mine and they turn out like poems instead of raps.

Drunken poetry time!!!!!!!!!!

Love is the monster that we all fear
Love we can't see or hear
Love the flame that doesn't sear
Love the emotion that is so clear

I raise my glass to my only love
And say a prayer to the moon above
Wishing she was still the same
Or that my pride would let me change

Feel the warmth as I down the glass
I smile and let the sadness pass
Nothing I can do to change the past
But I can smile, drink, and get trashed

For tonight I can forget
For tonight while I get lit
For tonight my heart won't split
Love, it's a wicked bitch


Sorry for the obscenity at the end but that's what came to me

 

[Znowcicle]

Wow Rednek, that was amazing!

Here's two poems that I wrote. They go with each other

Clouds Raining on my Head Pt.1

Your hand was right there.
But all I did was stare.
I could have fixed it all with one touch!
But now I'm just spiraling, spiraling a whole bunch!

This thing, the cause of it all!
It's so stupid I could bawl!
But I sit here blankly and watch you walk away,
Away from me today...

It's all my fault, I swear aloud,
But that's not true, it's this stupid cloud!
It hangs over us and twists our thoughts!
It's evil and cruel like a hundred draughts.

I don't like this happening...
I say that so much it's baffling!
But your hand is right there...
And all I do is stare...

Fog Under the Rainbow Pt.2

I watched you walk away from me.
In my head the bees say, "See!"
But I swat them away, out into the air.
When will they realize that for you I care?

I sat alone, but surrounded.
All my thoughts are black; it's confounded!
The bees are hushed, the rain is falling.
I close my eyes; it's you I'm calling.

My eyes are open, now I see!
Oh! the wonderful sight, you walking back to me!
I begin to smile, after moments passed.
I forgive you, I say, you needn't have asked.

Those bees were wrong, they're always wrong!
Help me start the war, help me bang the gong!
Let's charge them away together!
Let's chase them away forever!

They've stung and died...
They deserve it for all the times they lied.
Inside my head, the rainbows are shining down the track,
And the fog is under the bridge again; no longer able to attack.

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Is it bad that I write my best when I'm upset? XD

 

[Failed Reaper]

I can sit here and say I like to write poetry, though I'm not that some of the stuff I've written can be considered poetry. Many of it is, well, R rated and probably not appropriate for this forum, however, I do have some I could dig up and share.

 

[solace84]

Not much of a poet but a lyric from a song I wrote:

Fade Away:

I'll take you down
Into the sunrise
You wear your crown
The one I despise

On and on you cover me
In your lie you never sheltered me
I can not fully breathe
you gave your life for free
you bring me down, down, down

Fade away, not today
It'll take you more than you'll seem to need
as you bleed
Nevermind

You lie in waste
Nothing comes to life
You've been replaced
There's nothing left to fight
On and on you cover me
In your lie you never
Sheltered me
I can not fully see
you gave your life for free
you bring me down, down, down

Take me down
you will see
what I was
supposed to be
All day I
feel for you
Steal my pride
Speak the truth

We'll rise again
We'll rise again
We'll rise again

It sounds weird to me written and not in audio, so here's the audio of a rough draft version of the song.
Fade Away

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

Znow, that was awesome, perfect compliments that are perfect opposites
Reaper, anything is appreciated, as long as it's not EXTREMELY excessively messed up, go ahead and dig it up.
Solace, I was able to find a beat to go with it, and it sounded amazing, but I didn't listen to the song due to not being able to find my headphones(speakers blown).
I wrote this for someone when she left Tucson(and me) for........ a bad idea, and yes, each part was written seperately.

My Sins

They say my sins will kill me
And though that may be true
My sins will set me free
Because I sin for you

My pride lets us be friends
Even if I want more
To each our ends
We aren't keeping score

My wrath is your protection
From the evils that abound
Despite your rejection
I'll always be around

My lust is here for you
For your moments of need
Feelings fake or true
It doesn't matter to me

My deceit is how we last
And stay as close as this
If I didn't hide the past
You wouldn't have this bliss

I envy all of those
Who ever catch your eye
No matter if we're close
I'll never be that guy

I sin because of you
I sin because you're blind
Though you're filled with virtue
You've rejected he who's kind

 

[Znowcicle]

Oh Rednek, that was really, really good. It has a lot of emotion in it.

 

[solace84]

another lyric to a song...

Phase 22:

Calm down with your phase
you seem to be out of place
with your lies
that you seem to shout
and the truth you
never let out

I can't seem to let you go
yet you weaken inside of me
it seems that I am on my own
yet you wanted us to be

Lay down and comfort me
I'll show you things you could never see
with your God
and your angels around
and the truth you
have never found

can you take me far away
all your lies begin to change
can you show me how to feel
all your lies have become real