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 Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:40 pm
Um hi. Going to post most of my poems up on this thread, so look for updates often. Here's my lastest poem, one I hate, but I just want to see what others think of it.
Roses Are Tears In Disguise
The last petal falls
As I cry tears for you
You and ignorance
Of the rules of this game
We call life
The stem begins to grow black
As I take the last petal
And hold it close
It seems that you
Conjured yourself into it
Just so I could feel you
One last time
Before I leave the Nightmare.
Red blood pours out
Just as it did from you
So many moons ago...
I look up
Eyes blurred with my own tears
And I wipe them away with the rose.
I look into a mirror
And noctice my tears
Have turned to the rose's blood
And then I relize
Roses....
Are tears in diguise
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:54 pm
How can you hate this poem...?
'Tis so beautiful...
Reminds me of myself...
I too, hate most of my poems and work,
As I think I'm inferior to others,
I hate my work, think it's not good enough,
Overly criticize myself to the point of giving up or crying...
The poem...
Beautiful...
*Smiles gently*
It means a lot to me...
This lovely poem...
I have felt pain before...
I am able to relate to this beautiful work of art..
This masterpiece of an artist...
You are an artist,
This is one of your masterpieces...
You don't need to rhyme to make lovely poetry,
I just happen to rhyme most of my poems,
Just the way I am,
I have poems that don't rhyme,
But most of them, as I said, have rhyming...
Poetry comes from the heart,
It comes from the soul,
You give out emotion through your poetry,
And you have done so here...
You give emotion,
A poet submerges themself into their emotions,
Their feelings..
Their thoughts..
And they create art,
Through words...flowing like milk and honey...
Beauty in words...
For the record, everyone know that rap is not poetry...
Poets move people with their words..
You have done so here...
A wonderful, beautiful poem...
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:59 pm
Lucky, my poems can never rhyme. Luckily, poems don't have to...yea, poems do come from the soul...But Im a horrible artist, I can only draw plants stressed But with words, its like I can create masterpieces. And even though poems are usually black and white, they have all these other colors in them to (that for some reason makes sense to me...no idea how to explain it)
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:23 pm
Xiao77 Lucky, my poems can never rhyme. Luckily, poems don't have to...yea, poems do come from the soul...But Im a horrible artist, I can only draw plants stressed But with words, its like I can create masterpieces. And even though poems are usually black and white, they have all these other colors in them to (that for some reason makes sense to me...no idea how to explain it)
You don't have to explain it..
Because it makes perfect sense to me as well..
You're talking to a fellow poet/writer here...
razz heart I'll understand a lot of what you say...
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:28 pm
Thats, a first for me, I usually get alot of "HUH?"'s
Then again, alot of people on this forum are poets, and most of my friends are singers. They can understand notes and solefege, but not my poem talk sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:38 pm
Xiao77 Thats, a first for me, I usually get alot of "HUH?"'s Then again, alot of people on this forum are poets, and most of my friends are singers. They can understand notes and solefege, but not my poem talk sweatdrop
Lol, you think that's bad?
About 75% of the people I talk to,
Get lost when I have a conversation with them,
Or they don't pick up the meanings of what I say..
I use a lot of symbolism, analogies, similes, and sometimes allusions...
Usually..
I think a lot about the meaning of things,
I often come upon the wrong meaning...
While it makes perfect sense to me,
And can exist logically and perfectly,
It's usually wrong because I think differently...
But I have Mendaci to help me and guide me...
He can only do so much though,
I have to walk the path myself..
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:50 pm
i think your poems are really good and it is deep and you can tell you put a lot of thoughts into it good job
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:06 pm
I'm Breaking Because Of You
I can feel myself falling apart,
Breaking at the very seams of my soul.
You ignore me,
Call me foolish and ignorant,
And other words,
That make me break apart.
Piece by piece...
Day by day....
I seek out help,
Someone to put the pieces back together,
But you've got everyone on your side.
And that causes the final blow,
Breaking away the final piece of me.
I feel myself slowly slipping,
Away from you, away from prying eyes.
I've been broken.
All because of your words,
Your insults, your harsh treatment.
I'm almost gone now...
But my story lives on.
In the hearts of those who you'll break apart next...
Maybe someday, you'll break too.
Maybe someone will fight back, and break you.
So you know what it's like...
But for me,
In my life,
I'm too broken.
Too many pieces are gone.
I broke....
All because of you.
Here's another:
She's Left
She knew she was leaving,
She knew months ago.
As she slowly slipped away.
It took a while,
As do most things,
For it to sink in.
But it was on the last day,
That she finally flew upwards.
Her white wings, glimmering in the sun,
As she rose, higher and higher.
She left her pain below,
Along with all her worries and fears.
And now, she's gone.
She's left for the sky.
And another one....
I Am No Longer Afraid
I am no longer afraid of the monster under my bed,
Or the sea creature sulking in my closet.
I can now look a dragon in the eyes,
Or face a demon with my head held high.
I no longer live in fear of the shadow's that dance along the wall.
I am no longer afraid of the darkness...
I am no longer afraid of you.
One more now...
I Can't See Myself
I'm right behind you,
Watching your every move.
I can't see myself yet...
Can you see me?
I'm walking your path.
Following in your footsteps,
Acting like you do.
I can't see myself yet...
Can you see me?
I'm beside you now.
And I see how your cruelty hurts others.
I'm starting to see myself now...
But your fading with each step you take.
I'm in front on you now,
I'm myself now.
I no longer am you...
I can see myself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:11 pm
Ok, let me explain how this poem came to be. I was reading a story about this carosel, hanted by the ghosts of two children who were supposedly either killed by falling off a roller coaster(which was near the carousel), or falling of the carosel itself. So, I came up with this (no, I've never really riden the carosel).
Carousel
The blur of colors,
Fills the area.
As the music repeats the same tune,
Over, and over again.
Yet the children stand there,
In the middle of all things twirling.
Their faces are long,
And their clothes from decades past.
I sit on my golden horse,
Laughs and cheers around me blocked out,
As I focus intently on them.
They are children,
Bound to this world.
Never to be visited by the Grim Reaper,
And his silver sythe.
One becons to me with a pale hand,
"Come and play with us!"
Their faces now show eagerness,
Eagerness once lost when they fell from above.
Before I can reply,
The ride begins to slow.
And they begin to fade away,
As I desend from my golden horse.
But soon, it will start again.
And they will reappear.
As blurs of color,
Fill the area.
And the music repeats the same tune,
Over, and over again.
*Note: I repeated things for a REASON.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:12 pm
~Untitled~
When we first met
I knew, in my heart,
It would end.
I knew, fate, destiny, and time were all cruel and harsh
Would eventually lead us in differnt directions.
But I held on,
And the year passed by in a flash
I found happiness,
I found love.
But the thought of the end,
It hung over me.
Like a dark cloud the covered me,
Like a clock that kept on ticking in my ear.
I tried to stop it,
I really did try.
But who am I to ask fate and time for a favor?
The day I stood before you,
And told you it was over,
That I had no real reason,
But that we needed to go on without each other,
It hurt me.
My heart, it screamed for revenge.
Revenge, against time, fate, and destiny itself.
But I could only wish, and scream.
Scream for unjustice.
Scream for misery.
Scream for my tears.
Now, I am before you again.
And I stand before fate, destiny, and time as well.
My head held high,
While my heart is still holding a sword,
Wanting to attack at will.
I tell you
That I will defy time,
Defy destiny,
Defy time,
Defy fate,
Defy the Gods,
If it means I could be with you.
You take my hand,
And say if destiny had a reason for ripping us apart,
It has a reason for bringing us
Together.
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