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 Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 11:03 am
I have been asked to put all of my poetry into one thread. Because of this, when I post a poem I will try to post it in Dark Blue so that it will be easy to scroll through and pick them out =)
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...We close our eyes, and just let it all go...
A wave crashes
The earth breaks
A child screams
Peace is such a fake
World Wars and World disasters
Not all our fault, true
But still people, round us, die
When will it happen next? Or to who?
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on our TV screen
They've turned into statistics
Fate is cruel and fate is mean
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on the radio
They've turned into statistics
We close our eyes, and just let it all go
A drunk driver, a car crash
Another innocent life gone
Another newspaper headline
Another of life's pawns
A Mother worries
Her little girl is out there all alone
Mary turns into a dark street
And never is able to go home
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on our TV screen
They've turned into statistics
Fate is cruel and fate is mean
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on the radio
They've turned into statistics
We close our eyes, and just let it all go
What's Wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with what I see?
Please tell me you see something too
Please say that it isn't just me
The days seem dark
There seems to be nowhere left to turn
Is it to late to fix our problems?
This is a bitter lesson learned
Because I listen to the radio and another thousand are dead
I pick up the paper and the street is all red
I watch the evening news and another bomb is dropped
I listen to the evening noise and wish the sirens would stop
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on our TV screen
They've turned into statistics
Fate is cruel and fate is mean
They've turned into statistics
Just numbers on the radio
They've turned into statistics
We close our eyes, and just let it all go
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 10:11 pm
What a deep and true poem, Pretend Reality...
Our days have turned really violent, and we just turn around, try to ignore it, and continue with our own lifes.
Everyday you can hear or read about killings...
Some made by natural disasters, which are unevitable and cause the dead of hundreds and even thousands.
Yet, in the newspapers there is always a headline involving some murder. More disturbing than that, upclose photos of the victim in front page in full color (there is a newspaper that is sold here which shows all the gore and blood; sadly, it's the cheapest and easier to get)
What kind of world will exist to our children?
The violence is standing right in front of us.
The world has changed too much in so little time...
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:17 am
Note: This poem is not particularly serious or meaningful, just a product of one to many fairytales and boredom.
Reason?
Thank You, Calinacase, for helping with the finishing touches
And yes...I think my strange punctuation shall stay...
A Knight: young, dirty, and tired,
Came to a strange old bridge.
The forest around seemed to be entangled over it
As if it were, like he, trying to reach the next ridge.
He looked at it and let out a sigh
But urged his horse on anyway
And Drawing near, to his astonishment he watched
As a strange little old man came out and began to say:
"Many, oh yes many wish to go on from here,
Whether to steal by at night, or to ask by day.
Just another journier are you,
My boy, why should I let you pass this way?
"Are your deads great and mighty?
Are you poor, but loyal, foiling treason?
Are your gifts to me scattered all around?
Come now, give your reason."
The Knight looked off, thinking on his reply--
"Reason? What reason is there to this?
It seems to me that you mock the lost,"
He finished quietly, staring down into the abyss.
The old man's lips curled into a smile,
"But me, I can play at my games.
All around they know me, It seems
Letting people pass at a whim brings you fame.
"But I'm curious, you can cross nowhere else
So why do you risk my favor?
What is it to you,
If the disapointment I bring, I savor?"
"The Only way across? Now that, I do doubt.
And if always to search for another way,
Is the price to point out your fault
Then it is a price I will pay."
The bridgekeeper laughed.
"You stood for light. Your a bold one, I see.
You've earned the right to cross
You and any who would dare stand up to me."
The Knight shook his head, and thought:
"What a crazy old man"
Then hurried across,
Venturing forth,
Out into a new land.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:35 am
Fallen Angel
A Saint, an Angel;
Robed in holy white,
Eyes of jade, Hair of gold,
A Halo made of light.
A girl, a child;
Not quite, but used-to-be.
Slipping slowly, breaking down,
The Angel -- in memory.
Regal, Graceful,
Not without pride,
Sometimes confessing to herself:
She wishes she could hide.
Sweet to the last, Beautiful to the end,
If only she would tell,
But look, now it is too late:
The Angel -- falling, falling, fell.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:42 am
...The Roses Are Red, The Violets Are Blue...
Roses are Red,
Violets are blue.
Through the window the sky darkens,
But all I can think of is you.
The walls, pure white.
The floor, deep brown.
In my head your smiling face--
Outside, rain begins to come down.
The candle flickers,
As if telling me to move on.
Hard to know: that though you sit beside me,
From me, you are forever gone.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 3:56 am
The Roses are Red, the Violets are Blue is my favorite. You've taken the sweet, innocent classic and turned it into a darker, mature romantic poem. Though in my opinion, the last line sounds better as:
"From me, forever you are gone. "
Just a little tweak, which I think gives the poem more of an ending, but hey, that's my opinion.
You are amazing at giving these poems meaning. I bow down to anyone capable of this, because most (all) of my poems should never see the light of day.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 8:58 am
Thanks =)
It's kind of funny that you would say that about the last line, because almost everyone time I post this poem somewhere or something like that, I mess around with that line for a while before I do so, heh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:04 pm
I admire the fallen angel, it is well written, and I have never heard anything like it, If it was rated from one to ten, your poem would have an eleven, And the roses are red, violets are blue makes a great record in your writings.
-Eryk
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:53 pm
...wow. These are increadible! They're so haunting. It feels like there's another storey, just beneath the surface, but you're not sure what. It's very powerful and moving.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:39 pm
I have a kind of unusual poem in that I'm not sure whether or not I'm finished with it...
Anyway...
My Secret
I have a secret to tell you --
I’ve been thinking about him all day.
A month ago I would have at you laughed
Had you told me I’d ever feel this way.
Want to hear about him?
Well, I’m going to tell…
He’s tall, and handsome,
And with his smile I fell.
So where’s the catch in the fairytale?
Because of course, there must be one.
You see it’s quite simple, I’m told:
“No dating allowed; you’re far too young.”
So there it is, the perfect cliché:
“It seems so right, but they say it’s so wrong.”
The usual story once again,
And the lyrics to too many a song.
But how will it all end?
For the better or for the worse?
To be honest, I wish I knew.
You see, I’m living the last verse…
Well, there it is. Comments appreciated =)
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