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 Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 4:14 pm
I need some help with writing poetry for a same sex loved one. Please post your poetry to help me get some ideas. Thanx!
Talk About:
Your poems
Tips for writing better poems
Write out your own poems too!
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:35 pm
Hum.
Well, really, you want the poem to be original. Just think of something you find adorable about the person and write about it. It could be something small, like the way they say a word or a cute facial expression. Mmmm. For example, whenever my loved one has a coughing fit, he exclaims, "OW!" directly after the last cough.... *sigh* It's so adorable, I just want to seize him in engulf him in cuddles redface heart lol. It could be about anything, really. If you want, post this thing and I'll help you out more. ^.^
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 4:01 pm
Roses are red
Violets are blue
suger is sweet
and I love you
xd hehe it always works for me mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:09 pm
i wrote a poem about my girlish friend person and it was really good this is it:
look at this girl (title)
see this beautiful creature looking back at me
eyes glimmering with emerald crystals and chocolate ambiance
dark obsidian in the center
i see a new world in her eyes
she sees straight through me and words are useless to say
because she hears my thoughts anyway
kisses were always a silent reminder
i watch her move
she saves me from worse things
she glances at me and smiles - slow motion anti reality
take me to your bed take me to your chains
take me to your razors take me to dreams dead
i bled..
here i lay
still breathless
here i lay
don't let me go..........
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:10 pm
i want a gay one.......but i've never had a gay relationship that didn't last more than two dayz. he broke up with me he decided he wasn't ********..
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:43 pm
O.K. well i have one but it's more for when you break u wit someone you love. i wrote it about my ex.
you
in the silent screaming of my room
i lay in my private womb
as the burning daggers slice my skin
the silent screaming starts to win
as the pain starts seeping through my wound
it locks me in my dusty tomb
the pain enduring through it all
i feel myself begin to fall
as the warmth of my womb begins to break
my body is plunged into an icy lake
as my body goes numb
i start to hear a deafening hum
once the hum starts to stop
i hear my joints give a sickening pop
the pop is what i fear the most
until my soul begins to coast
i coast through the pit
where they keep all the s**t
all the s**t you told me when you werent around
all the s**t you told them when my body was found
now that im in this hellish place
i can see behind the disguise to your real face
the face you kept hidden from me all along
the face that you showed me when i said so long
so long to the pain and misery i felt
the hand i was dealt
was as shity as could be
especially all the parts were you lied to me
lied to me about where you were going at night
lied to me especially when we had all the fights
the fights about why you were never there
and the way you acted like you didnt even care
the fights that we had, they all led to this
ill be the thing that youll sorely miss
youll miss all the good times we never had
youll miss all the bad times we always had
youll miss all the things you loved about me
youll miss all the things you hated, dont you see
youll miss everything that happened between us
and as you wait at the stop for the bus that you take
youll realize all this, and finally, awake
well if you ever break up with some one you love then you can use this. enjoy mrgreen
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:25 am
"Your all I need.
Your all I have.
Your all I want.
And I am glad.
I love you
With all I am.
I love knowing.
That your MY Man. "
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:20 am
I would help you with the poetry thing but....my poetry is a different type of poetry...it's the dark gothic poetry twisted
So unless you like that stuff don't try it razz
(yes I know that was random, it's what I am razz )
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:10 pm
i write gothic poems so shoot me up with some. here i'll show ya!
The Anticaring
Dried blood on my razorblade from the night before
Stare at the waves of the black ocean listen to the sound
Drums pounding at speeds inhuman my arms are sore
From the slit wrist and the bleeding clotting wounding
There's and invisible voice speaking to me, the razor
Lying and scheming, waiting for me to cut myself again
Telling me of a better place, of a heaven filled with splendor
All I have to do is go deeper, i'll find the red river, flow to the end
I cut myself with a shard of glass from the window i broke
Blood runs up my wrist and spills of my fingertip to the floor
Staining the tiles, I keep bleeing my clothes are soaked
My arms aren't white anymore
Shades of purple blue and red
Everyday for the past five years i've bled
Striving to get you out of my head
I'm starting to feel weak, my knees are shaking
Grab the serrated kitchen knife, Oh my god, i'm breaking
SLiCE, push my fingers under the skin and rip it off
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
I was standing by the window and the next thing I knew
I was falling into a church's pews
And God said
I was dead
Because of you
[I'm not mad, I'm actually glad, now I can throw away everything you gave to me, a pulse, a reason, a wasted purpose, so ******** you, thank you god, for stopping my breathing-the hardest thing i've ever had to do, and my cause of death was because you never cared..]
The "Black Ocean" I spoke of is something i talk about in other poems is a place my tormented character Adriannne has vision of himself being drowned by a shadowy figure (which he later on finds out who that figure really is).
The "Red River" I spoke of is something i mention in my other poems also that represents the vein that lies inbetween you tendons on your wrist that one slits if they want to die.
I have more that i'll post later.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:26 pm
This one isn't very gothic but it is very meaningful the next two are more gothic:
Sleeping
She's sleeping on the couch
I put a pillow under her head
She sighs...
I put a blanket over her legs
And I could swear I saw her lips move
And from that moment on, she's had me
Now she's breathing softly
I fight the urge to kiss her softly
Quietly
Run my fingers through her hair
Her lips are red
It's been cold lately
I remember her kiss from way back
She bit my lip and pulled away
She said we couldn't be this way
But even you forgot me
I was still lost in your eyes
And never found my way out
When I died you cried
As I left this life
But I pray
You take comfort in that I remember you
And that I still love you.........
On that one line I was very tempted to write She bit my lip and drank my war from years before but AFI has that one ******** I Break
Before I thought I liked myself
But now i look in the mirror thinking
I just want to start bleeding
You think i have a problem with cutting myself
But I really have a problem with killing myself
I just can't brign myself to do it
But since he left...I have no other way out
Patronize the truth, devour my lies
Take it all in and you might find
This poor boy alone in his room
The knife and the razor are his only doom
My heart is sensitive and weak
Look inside me and find my truth is bleak
All i wanted was to be..
i have that one practically memorized. And I just now changed she to he in line seven.
RAIN
I'm lying on the floor
Just past the door
I'm bleeding no longer in pain
Look out the window, listen to rain
My heartbeat's slowed to a stop
So quiet you can hear the silence drop
Into requiems of septical lust
And as the the screws on the casket rust
You never bothered to find the note
Stationed under the pigeon cote
It pries away from being rude
I still couldn't blame it on you
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:41 pm
I heart this one...It more gothic than most any of the other ones in my notebook.
Girl In My Nightmares
Fog over the water, sunrise held at bay forever
The embers in her eyes draw me closer to her
The bobbysoxer in my dreams, she owns all of me
In her cult she captured me and oh so violent is she
Spiders in her hair, I'm caught in her inimical web
But I love her in my masochistic blindness, we met
Prior to the affliction she gave to me
She in my head in her illusive treachery
She treats me so nicely (Or so she makes me think)
She's more seductive with every wink
My siren oh alluring beauty I lust for you
Hold me tight, scrtach me, bite me as I ******** you
I crave you and you tantalize my insides;flirt
Femme fatale, take me away from the world of hurt
Temptress, breathe me in and set me free
Make me do this for you, I'll crawl, I'll creep
I kill myself for just one more taste
Carressing your blemished skin, I race
I cannot miss one spot on your body
Our relationship cam together in the forent that 'twas snowy
You are a part of me, you I consume, I eat
I hold you when you're hurt, when you bleed
I can't hold in my love for you, this is my definition of love
It is written in both of our blood
In line 21 i mean like, eat her out. duh
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:43 pm
But i want a love one kinda like Look At This Girl but about a boy. I guess i'll have to use Alex as my inspiration. that'll work. any suggestions help.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:47 pm
I started brainstorming a new poem three days ago... But things have happened since then that gives me no motivation to finish it.. But I'll post it anyway.. To see what it could have been... Craptastic!
I lightly brush the atrocities
Like some sort of ******** up Braille,
And a chorus of voices scream,
"You moron! You lost your love!
You killed your solitary friend!"
I desperately desire to be numb,
To be deaf to these words.
Unwillingly,
Unknowingly,
Out of pure selfishness,
I've force you to find
The westward wing
Where your dusk awaits.
With every movement,
I do not allow myself to forget.
Every instant of pain reminds me...
Don't return;
I'm undeserving.
Hnn. This is in no way finished. It's about self-inflicted wounds and how my stupidity pushed away the one person I care about the most...
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:59 pm
Delicate
lies follow me like a ghost ethereal
"Killing in relapse of mortality"
virulent bitemarks envelop her body
i love you, crimson
keep me tangled in you
leave me in this state of fatality
Tranquility
Slit my wrist so i don't ahve to see the razor
Sip the blood and I enjoy the ******** me like you did when we were young
Let me taste your lying tongue
Your naked body above me, you slivate on my chest
The we met i wanted to claw yuor skin, I was obsessed
My God, you are the only one for this tormented child
Tonight before we die i am beguiled
Fall asleepholding you with rubber bands around our throats
They now see us dead in a pool of our mixed blood
i can i am in love............................
Subtle
i was ephemeral, i was evanescent
you were vorpal, you were phlegmatic
dilapidated; i am decrepit because of your wearing needs
my sleeves are ensanguined with blood i spilt because of you
phantagmagoric; macabre images flood my mind insisting a mother
my past pricks my skin like a thoudsand needles begging for a friend
keep calm, torpid, as my life is in pieces in front of me
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:03 pm
EXPLAINATIONS
Delicate:
A really short poem i LOVE and line four is part of the poll in the beginning of the thread
Tranquility:
FYI, I daydream about sex involving erotic bleeding and stuff. I think sex is funner with blood...This one used to be on my profile then i replaced it (but soon deleted it) with
Subtle:
I just thought I'd use a shitload of words most ppl don't know. This one was on my profile but was replaced with "I Love Boys" of which is not yet finished....
I Love Boys:
I just love this one. It's funny. It revaels that i daydream about sex with blood invloved. I'm just weird i guess. (Does anyone else think about that too?)
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