Poetry corner

[Polygon]

Probably already posted that but can't be bothered searching. Apologies if I have

[aVoice2use]

^ dont apologise - where do those words come from - do you write them? About a certain subject.??

I often find it hard to take in or miss the meaing of the words and how they work with each other - but I saw a lot of life in that one!! Yikes

I can start writing pictures with words but often find it difficult to know when I am finished or be satisified that I have painted a full image.


Nice one

[Polygon]

Thank you. Not really sure how to describe how or where it comes from. Most of the time I'll get a line in my head and explore it and see what I end up with

[aVoice2use]

Do you write it with a purpose?

Do you wirte it for you or do you wirte it to put a message across???

I would like to be able to do that and feel comfortable with it -I can do it with images but not words.

Anyhow it was about life wasnt it - please tell me it was and the humdrum-ness and being penned in by boundaries - physical or otherwise.
(now that last sentence I am very happy with the words) - the rest were a bit of a struggle.

[Polygon]

It is yes I don't write for anyone but myself, it's like therapy sometimes. It helps me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head

[aVoice2use]

You're lucky to be able to do that (form my perspective)

I have a great talent for typing and putting acouple of letters the wrong way round! or just missing them alll togehter!

Not one to SHOUT about it tho.

[aVoice2use]

^ i've never been so happy

would take me a bloody age to decipeher that

So i am off to write a poem about stuff

See you all next year!.............................................

[Polygon]

^

[aVoice2use]

rose are red
the grass is green
i'll see you all in 2014

(just warming up)

[Matt_1983]

I usually dont enjoy reading other peoples poems as much as i enjoy writing my own but that ones really great, really well written.

Originally Posted by Mousey

Drones

You borrow the unwritten rulebook
that your father was hitherto lent,
and you learn to conform and adhere to the norm,
and to live out your life as you're meant.

So you forfeit your soul to feed others
in the grey proletarian hive,
where hedonistic bees sting for the pleasure it brings
and dissect you while you're still alive.

And the walls start to close in around you,
whilst the shackles appear at your feet,
and you go to extremes to suppress childhood dreams,
and resignedly march to their beat.

Disillusionment simmers within you,
though you strive to fit in with the rest,
and although it seems wrong to deny you belong,
you sense that you're failing life's test.

Any spirit which lives within boundaries
is a tragic and pitiful thing,
and it's only the brave, who refuse to be slaves,
who will find inner peace and grow wings.

[Polygon]

^Thank you very much

[Mr_Bean]

Originally Posted by Mousey

Drones

You borrow the unwritten rulebook
that your father was hitherto lent,
and you learn to conform and adhere to the norm,
and to live out your life as you're meant.

So you forfeit your soul to feed others
in the grey proletarian hive,
where hedonistic bees sting for the pleasure it brings
and dissect you while you're still alive.

And the walls start to close in around you,
whilst the shackles appear at your feet,
and you go to extremes to suppress childhood dreams,
and resignedly march to their beat.

Disillusionment simmers within you,
though you strive to fit in with the rest,
and although it seems wrong to deny you belong,
you sense that you're failing life's test.

Any spirit which lives within boundaries
is a tragic and pitiful thing,
and it's only the brave, who refuse to be slaves,
who will find inner peace and grow wings.

Talent with words.

[Polygon]

Thank you jb

[aVoice2use]

Agggghhhhh putting words from my m9nd onto paper (or the computer thing)

..............doesnt come easy!

(graffiti was so munch easier!)

[Jim]

Turn Your Back

Turn your back and look away
ignore the past you're here today
old habits die 'ard I hear 'em say
quit that thinking without delay

Turn your back and face the sun
treat your life like it's just begun
eyes shining brightly, ready for fun
renewed spirit you are the one

Turn your back and walk the walk
others will listen when you talk
don't be afraid to make them gawk
fly like an eagle, swoop like a hawk

Turn your back and neglect the night
know you can, know you're right
don't you ever give up the fight
chase the dragon into the light

Turn your back and know you're alive
goals and ambitions start up the drive
focus on things that make you thrive
make the conditions you need to survive

[firefly27]

Them

How do they do it?
The ones with the smiles
They make it seem so easy
yet I have walked for miles
and still cannot work it out.
No solution to that which is easy
for them.
They are lucky, What I would give!
To not question, analyse and die
One death a day. [Sometimes more]
Dramatic is my middle name,
Ironic too, I failed at acting.
Do they act?
The ones with the smiles?
I don't believe they do. Its natural
I’m not so different, I’m just the same
Perhaps I don't want to be
like them.

[firefly27]

In Memory

Am I looking at her now?
As I’m sitting here tonight.
Is she around here somewhere,
Is she hiding, out of sight.
Is she there, amongst the branches
Is she sprinkled ‘cross the sky
Is she somehow caught on earth still
As she tries to say goodbye.
I always shall remember
(though we only spoke awhile)
her beauty, brains and kindness
wisdom, charm and smile
And I thought they would have noticed
And I would have thought they’d care
Their beginning was her ending,
and it just seems so unfair.
Is she listening to my memory
Does she know how I recall
the impact that she had on me
as I was about to fall.
And although I’ll never tell her
just how her death changed me
I think perhaps, shes everywhere;
in memory, she is free.

[Beep]

^ Beautiful

[Beep]

I***8217;m no poet but I did this thing a few years ago >

Time
The lapse of the pulse remains irrepressible
Blackness melded with shades inexpressible
The infinite infinite compressed into naught
Measured only by sight and thought
Hours, years, and centuries all rhyme
The rhythm of life is the rhythm of time

[Laurel]

This_stranger outside,
There_were rumours you'd..died.
Your_presence enlightens this day.
I_hope you can extend this stay,
To_shine all around,
In_the blue skies that surround.

That's the gayest poem I've ever written.




Masterpiece #2

**** Bristol up it's ass,
Having so many people en masse,
It's independent style,
Means nothing when you've walked one mile,
With no god damn way to pass.

[firefly27]

Originally Posted by Random Boo

^ Beautiful

If that was in response to mine, thank you Boo

Originally Posted by Random Boo

I’m no poet but I did this thing a few years ago >

Time
The lapse of the pulse remains irrepressible
Blackness melded with shades inexpressible
The infinite infinite compressed into naught
Measured only by sight and thought
Hours, years, and centuries all rhyme
The rhythm of life is the rhythm of time

You're no poet? I would argue otherwise. This has made me stop and think.. and the rhythm to it is amazing.

Originally Posted by Laurel

This stranger outside,
There were rumours you'd died.
Your presence enlightens the day,
May you extend this stay,
To shine all around,
And inspire rabbits abound.

That's the gayest poem I've ever written.

Rabbits abound! Theres something so quirky about that.

[firefly27]

Humm

The Sleep Thief [part 3]
Cloaked figure; sing your praises
Raise your banner high
For you have won again
The stampede of wonder reigned
Once more in the dark hours
Pale anguish of the day, why are
You here. If it were not for him
You would be different. You b***8212;***8212;***8212;
You have brought the ache, the
Wolves that tear me open and snatch
Away my earnings. Thieves, thieves
Thieves. Not one alone but several
scheming toads, they live in swamps
and hang their cloaks on stolen wings
from little girls who dared to dream
deepest realms of evil.sing your praises
raise your banner high
for you have won again.

[buttonlane]

I want to write an ode to Christina Hendricks bum but Im not sure I could ever do it justice.
I will make a start.

[Belinda]

Originally Posted by firefly27

Humm

The Sleep Thief [part 3]
Cloaked figure; sing your praises
Raise your banner high
For you have won again
The stampede of wonder reigned
Once more in the dark hours
Pale anguish of the day, why are
You here. If it were not for him
You would be different. You b———
You have brought the ache, the
Wolves that tear me open and snatch
Away my earnings. Thieves, thieves
Thieves. Not one alone but several
scheming toads, they live in swamps
and hang their cloaks on stolen wings
from little girls who dared to dream
deepest realms of evil.sing your praises
raise your banner high
for you have won again.

Wow, I really like that.

[josh.t]

The stuff on here is phenomenal! I'm putting one of mine up, its short, very basic to the point where it would make an enphant laugh, and its cheesier than a roll of stilton, but here we go...

It takes the heavy rains to fall to make the flowers grow higher,
and the darker clouds to pass to make the sun shine brighter...


Yep, very short... its raining, its pouring, the old man is dead?

[firefly27]

Originally Posted by Belinda

Wow, I really like that.

Thankyou Belinda

[kingped]

I try to read you all the time,
Every look and motion,
Every gesture and speech.
I try to make you laugh,
To hear that music of your heart.
Too bad I am acting,
Clouding with deceit my secret,
With smiles like wreathes,
Disguising the prisoner within.
I am addicted to your attention,
I am a puppet for your eyes,
Strung by lonesome vanity's cries.
I can't bear to stop the act,
For what would be left?


I'm trying to write regularly at my blog. Due to low moods, I find it difficult, usually, to write sentences, so poems are an alternative; have a look if you like: theanxietychallengeDOTblogspotDOTcom.

[johnA]

My first attempt at Haiku/Poetry

Lock door and breathe
Sanctuary of toilets
Flush worries away

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Mining salt all day
Workmates picking fruit and fun
The fear of people