Aw, another war poem. I liked that one too.
Another poem by me will be up soon.

Beat ya to it Akuma. Here is another one of my poems that I had forgotten. It was inspired by a trip I took on a boat.

Night Sea Dreams

As I lay upon my bed
Upon the pillow I rest my Head
I see the clouds part above
My Guide comes as the Dove

He takes me to a land away
Where all dreams hold sway
I ride on a great ship
Keeping close to Captain Kip

I sail the ocean blue
Seeing dreams in every hue
I see this above my head
As I lay on ocean in my bed

I might write a poem about how I joined LF, if that is alright with you all.

Go ahead Pottsie, I never would've thoguht of that idea.

@JM12 - You only beat me to it 'cos I was on holiday for a little while. Anywho, here's another poem:

THE DAY MY DOG DIED

'Twas a day
When the sun was bright
Me and my dog
Played through the night

Sandy her name
Playing her game
Young or old
She looked the same

Her gleaming eyes
Her long fur
She would live forever
Of that i'm sure

But she got sick
Something in her gut
And we had to put down
That playful mut

I was sad
As anyone would be
But in my dreams
Her I see.
-Matt G 14/01/07

More great poems since i was last here. I've loved them all.

@AkumaSF: The poem about your dog. It reminded me of the dog i used to have. I didnt have to put him down though, but we did have to give him away, because he was much to big for our small backyard. He did not die, but i was still very attached to him, and i was very 'succumb to emotion' for quite a while after that :). It was a lovely poem, for something so sad.


Here is another one, i have wrote and one that i hope you all will enjoy.

- The Place Where Serinity Dwells, Unhindered -

The picture i form in my mind,
As my eye-lids close,
The sound of the river flowing,
As i lay, in the undying grove.

The darkness of the world shifts,
As the light overwhelms,
Laughter is embedded within my ears,
Tranquil is throughout my soul.

The flows of the evergreens,
Running across the plain,
Scenes awaiting to be seen,
Before all is lost and slain.

The whisper of the wind,
As it drifts across the leaf-covered ground,
Making the tree's sway,
Producing that ever lovely sound.

The sun, calls to me
Bathing me with its warmth,
Sitting down beside me
Whispering soundless words of peace
And so without, the heart to be

As worrisome as my life has been
I know forever, shall it not be
Because whenever i am lost within
I come to this place, my own

To where, you shall always be,
To where, you are always with me.

THE END

@Mr BFA - Awesome. Great poem.

I like that poem Mr. BFA. I can sense the pain and the longing.

On another note, here is another poem for you folks.

I Sing of Ireland

I sing of Ireland,
my homeland.

A place where begins life
and ends with strife.

The soldiers march, they do,
proclaiming home rule across the dew.

While terrible and bad,
violence makes me not sad.

In my heart swells with pride,
my brogue that some folks snide.

Sing of my homeland,
I sing of Ireland.

Cool, I liked that one, would you mind if I did one with a similiar topic just with Croatia?

Go ahead Akuma. This one I wrote when I was in ninth grade. I can't remember the reason why except maybe that I had read William Butler Yeats.

i've posted this before in another thread, however, here i am posting it again...


“Without you”


The wind blow so heavy, the roses blossom no more
My reflection in the river is stranger than before

The bird songs are silent, whispers fill the air
Your hand no longer softly, comfortably washes my hair

I can’t withstand the ocean, in time I knew its true
That I can’t even sustain my breath in darkness without you…


Without you…without you


And the wind still blow so heavy, darkness came nigh
People flying aimlessly trying to touch the sky

Silver falling from my eyes but they cant hear my cry
And I keep asking myself wondering without knowing why

When all my colors turned to grey, when violet became blue
I know I can’t sustain my breath in darkness without you…


Without you… without you

Warning to all who read the above poem: It is one that will bring out the most sentimental and most heart wrenching emotions from you. You are going to need alot of tissues to dry the tears because this poet is truly gifted.

Warning to all who read the above poem: It is one that will bring out the most sentimental and most heart wrenching emotions from you. You are going to need alot of tissues to dry the tears because this poet is truly gifted.

thanks for the comment, dont believe him anyway, he's over reacting methinks...thanks again :heart3:

No I am not overreacting. I can get really moved by the pathos of poetry. Poetry has always been touching for me. For future reference you may refer to me as a member of the female gender. :)

An old poem I wrote a few years back as a part of a novel I was/am working on.

“The birds are flying high above. I walk the land, and think of love.
My love is very far away. My steps have led me far astray.
Never will I see her face. I walk away with every pace.
The song of birds, may carry me. But no young love may merry me.
My heart to her, I bind my love. My every stride is seen above.
My soul is pure, I rest my soul. I close my eyes, I reached my goal.“

@Pharazon (Can I call you that for short?) - Nice poem, I enjoyed it deeply.

@HappyMojo - I liked that poem too.

No I am not overreacting. I can get really moved by the pathos of poetry. Poetry has always been touching for me. For future reference you may refer to me as a member of the female gender. :)

oh! sorry milady :)

HappyMojo: That was an impressive piece of work. It sounds as if it speaks of searching for a lost love or something. That was very good.

Ar-Pharazon: No problem. Everyone makes that mistake with me.

[QUOTE=AkumaSF]@Pharazon (Can I call you that for short?) - Nice poem, I enjoyed it deeply.[QUOTE]

sure you can (i know my name is very long :king1: ), thanks for the comment.

HappyMojo: That was an impressive piece of work. It sounds as if it speaks of searching for a lost love or something. That was very good.

Thank you :)
The poem is based on a character who lost his wife and was leaving his home to seek revenge. "Unfortunetly" he was killed before he got his revenge - thus his soul was pure when he died.

CROATIA

In a land pillaged by war
Bulidings destroyed which everyone saw
Houses burnt down multiple floors
Buildings covered with bullet holes

In a land where streets are small
Crosses, in graveyards like to stand tall
Mines still active from ten years ago
Covered by grass, laying low

In a land where the sea is clear
Stay silent, and the sea you will hear
One half of the country, a sea it has not
One half of the country, the weather is hot

We one the war, a hefty battle
Yet after it, we were rattled
But we were glad, to have been victorious
But the war, it was not glorious

How i'm proud, to be a Croatian
The country I love, the country, my nation.
-Matt G 23/01/07

Very patriotic Akuma. I see that you really placed emphasis on the fact that in spite of the turmoils of your country, you still call it home. To tell you the truth, I have never been to Ireland. I wrote it because I was reading at the Yeats and the potato famine in Ireland. Of course my tendency is to develop my information and I delved a bit more. I have some more but I have to dig my manuscript out of my book case. No Pottsie I will not dangle this above your head. You have already suffered with Heart of Deception.

Modernity

"Vanity of vanities - all is vanity."

Millennia creep silently by,

And what have we learned?

Not much.

And that which we have

Is lost.

Drowned in a sea of numbers.

Yet still,

All is vanity.

Since tidings are going toward patriotism, allow me then to provide you this poem:

“Perhaps”

Perhaps you would take away from me
The last of my land’s dust

Perhaps you would feed your dark prisons
My youthful years, with lust

Perhaps you would quench a torch in my night, its light you would smother
Perhaps you would tear my face away from the morning kiss of my mother

Perhaps you would steal from my garden a dreamful fruit
Perhaps you would forbid my children a holiday’s suite

Perhaps you would build around me a wall, and a wall, and a wall…
Perhaps you would bring me down to my knees and laugh when I fall…

But no matter what you would do
For I shall not be subdued
And till the last breath in my life I shall arise
And till the last beat of my heart I shall arise…

Pharazon: That was impressive. I see that you utilized the never give up clause. That I think is the heart of a true patriot, that they will never give up.

Darth Insidious: That was nice. My only quirk was that you misspelled 'millennium'

Wow! I just love what you guys write! Your poems inspire me...a lot. :D

@ JediMaster12
Actually, "millenia" is the plural form of "millennium." I didn't know that myself until recently. :^:


This is another poem I wrote for literature class. It was meant as an experiment in haiku.


Nighttime Haiku

Tilled field of blackness
Strewn with countless seeds of light—
Watch! See if they sprout!

White visage of night,
Laughing like a farmer pleased
At a day’s work done.

The drone of crickets—
Whistling of the farmer
As he walks homeward.

@ JediMaster: thanks for your feedback
@ Emalin: nice work, try to make it longer. however, this is just an openion.

@JM12 & Emalin: I didn't misspell 'millennium'.

I misspelled 'millennia'. Fixed now :xp:

Fine fine DI. You who thinks that you are incapable of error. :xp:

Emalin: That was a nice poem that you wrote. It gives a feeling of contentment now that the day's work is done.

this is one of my earliest poems:


"For you"

All tears, smiles, joy and sorrow
That dwelled inside my very soul
And the strangest deeds that morrow
From me, and things I can't control

And the food I ate this very mourning
In order to survive my hollow day
(I) dare not to blink when dust is storming
Afraid to lose you along the way

The night, the dreams, and all of the names
The dark spots beneath my tired eyes too
My heart that burns in blazing flames
My blood and veins are all for you

Very touching. It reminds me of that song Everything I Do, I do it For you. Yeah yeah you can laugh a bit. Anyway my point is that you captured the heart where one is willing to do anything for the one they love. I like it a lot. You put me to shame. :)

thanks for your precious feedback. I'm just a humble and a bad writer so there is no reason to be ashamed about :)

There's been quite a few good poems since i've been away. Keep it up guys. :thumbsup:

End of time (ooh, spooky)
NOTE: I am not predicting the apocalypse or thinking it's near, I was just watching Buffy the Vampire slayer, so it popped into my head.

As it draws near
All people weep
All the land
Demon's will reap

The one will come
To our dismay
And he shall herald
The end of days

There is but one
Pure and true
Jesus Christ
Who'll help us through

The sky'll be red
Like human blood
Bodies piling up
Like a man-made flood

So let the ones
Who are pure
And the others
Let them be cured
-Matt G 8/2/07

Please don't hate me, like I said I don't think apocalypse is near, I was watching Buffy, got a problem with it? Mail it to someone who cares.
And yes I am Christian.

Lol, i like that one Akuma. Very descripting and disturbing ... it's cool! :D atm, im pretty damn bored so i'll give it a go at making one up right on the spot.

- Untitled -

The sea has spread
The land has fled
Away from the dreaded sky

The feeling is gone
Has it took, anyone?
As both of my eyes go dry

Washing away
As it goes astray
Cannot really lie

Being in a thought
For however long it has wrought
Cannot really decide

As the time fly's by
Each hour the wing sighs
The earth, shall wither, and die

Not a masterpiece, as i have just written it on the spot. All up, i started at 10:17pm, now it is 10:21pm. Yes i know, i could have just wrote how many minutes it took me, but meh ... :D ........

.................. 4mins (aaaahhh...)

Thanks for the comments. And I like your poem, maybe a title for it could be Wasteland, unless I mis-interpreted it...

its been a long time since i've posted something. however, i've decided to share this with you, tell me your ideas honestly...


"Crimson Tears"

And the lake of tears, taint with blood
And the nights they dreamed, gone with flood
And the wind hear it from the doves
And the sky is crying from above

And the rain that washes his cheerless face
And the body that lies on the grace
And the love he feels was just a lie
And the heart that beats has lived to die

He remember his love, her brown-light hair
Her beautiful eyes, her heart that cares
Her angelic voice, from the silence it comes
Whispering his name, drawing near and then runs
Feels the touch of her hand, shivers all down his spine
See her magical face, fulfilling his aching mind

"Do I love her or do I want to love?"
Ask him self, and the sky above
"Why to meet her I always fear?
Why I cry this crimson tears?"

Is this a dream of shadows drowning sea?
Of you laughing while I bleed
With lakes full of tears
Craving my obsolete grave
There is a fear when I see the angles dreams
Where as god told us they do not feel
And a moon with the bleak in the sky
And a flaring sun can't tell you why
Is this the light or it's just a steam
Of the love that might disappear...

Woah. That's pretty good, well done. :thumbsup:
I'll add a new poem when I come up with a good idea for one.
And can I call you THA for short?

thanks, i'm glad you liked it. and about the nickname, sure you can, i'm kinda get used to this since all the names i've chosen were long ones :)

Seen it has been a while since a last posted something, I figured i will post ...... something ... Anyways ... here it is:

Sometimes

Sometimes the world may be on your shoulders;
Sometimes you may think there's nothing left.
Sometimes there are things that will bring you down,
And sometimes there are things that will make you just want to;
Stand up and leave it all behind.

The fire dies from the depths below,
The suns shine dims from the path in front,
But after it all, you will know,
That nothing will ever be easy, yet you won't be alone.

Sometimes you search for the things that you want,
But most of the time, the thing's what you need,
Are usually right under your very sight,
And they have been there, all along.

Do not run and hide like you sometimes may do,
Take a stand and look toward a new dawn.
A New Day follows a Dark Night, after all.

So sometimes the world may bring you down,
The waters shall run dry,
And the winds sigh's will die,
But take a deep breath, look around you,
And sometimes you will see, that the oppotune moment
Has been here all along.

Well, I think it's time to show off my own poem I wrote a few days ago on my blog. It's an apocalyptic piece, that I believe most of you won't get. ;)

Draconian Sunrise

“Sleeping in the shade of a hundred deaths,
I’ve cheated Reaper and a million fates.”
When does thy brain open, if at all?
“When my maker gets me, then I’m gone!”

So long he slept, do you think he’ll wake?
Burning villages and their vengeful wraiths.
On this last day, his dark sabbath,
His enemies near and vengeance sworn.

Five minutes left, then the disc will rise.
Five to go for Satan’s surprise.
Checkmate and the white king won.
But in the end, they all left the board.

Demons tear the roof, the killer is gone.
Gone are the chickens and the slaughtered fawn.
Gone are the days of love and war.
Gone are your minds, but I am reborn!



Let me know what you guys think. :)

I liked that one Sabertooth, but however, you are right (for me anyway) . . . I don't get it, lol. But it was well written.

Here's just another one of mine. I still feel that it needs some polishing and a title would not go amiss either :D lol.

- Never Again -

Every step you take
Is just another mistake
Every breath you make
I'll be there to watch when,
Untill eventually you will break

You stare into the eyes of your own hatred
Hold onto the grasp, for what you make it
Letting go of hope
Trying to cope
With the seeming never-ending ....

You see now
The strength in your hands
Break the chains
That bind you to these lands
Set free ... Into the air above

Going down that road
Never been before
Your own hell, below
Never going anywhere, for

Pushing everyone away
Wanting to never stay
Realising your all alone
No-one to fend off,
Circling round and round
Till you break down
... And fade away

You see now
The strength in your hands
Break the chains
That bind you to these lands

Going down that road ...
Your own hell, below

Take that hand
What you reach above
Pulls you up
Gives you cover
Releases you, and finally
You can see daylight

Never again, will you be alone
For now you know
Where you come from
What you mean, and what to do
Find the truth inside your self

Finding control...

So, what did you think?

Very nice everyone. I see that people have been busy. Well I know it's been awhile since I posted one of my drabbles I call a poem. Here is a new one that I just finished re-writing into my copybook.

The Return

A Voice calls to me
A Whisper from darkened Shadows
Lurking from within my dreams
My mind but an open window

It calls from land afar
Calling from across the stars
Filled with Voices of long ago
An ache fills my heart so

It calls to bring me back
Yet I feel afraid
Away from the place I'm at
My mind fills with dread

But it calls in soothing tones
A Voice I had once known
It calls to me where I left
That part which was bereft

I follow towards the gentle sound
My heart pounding, my feet on the ground
I look and approach the bolted Door
My fear returns and fills the Core

I open the imposing Gate
My fears to soon abate
I cross the chasm, leap the Divide
To see me on the other side

It is so nice to see a miniature literary community growing up on these forums :).

If I could recommend one book to all of you here, it would be An Introduction to English Poetry (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Introduction-English-Poetry-James-Fenton/dp/0141004398/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1195688035&sr=8-1) by James Fenton.

If I could recommend one poet to you to increase your knowledge of how metre and other poetic techniques can be used successfully - and can add gravitas and meaning to your works - it would be Aflred, Lord Tennyson.

I just thought I'd pop in and recommend those two to you all. The true beauty of English poetry is that the techniques and technicalities are so flexible - the genius is in the flexibility. And that's what makes English a wonderful language to write in. The 'rules' are there to be broken but to break them successfully I think you have to know them in the first place :).

Edit: I'm not too good at explaining the genius of the capacity for variation in things like the Iambic Pentameter. Read Fenton, he'll explain better than I ever could :).

Pavlos, thank you for your post. I should have come forward a long time ago with my similar thoughts. The people here are showing great energy and creativity, but it is undisciplined. What people need is to study more about the structure of poetry. You would not attempt to play basketball without learning the fundamentals of how to dribble, pass, and shoot. Why would you write poetry without understanding what makes a poem?

JM 12, you capture great images. Your use of language is inspiring. Unfortunately, many of your poems are only close to using a form. It is distracting to see lines that come close to the same rhythm, but do not match. I noticed quite a few almost-rhymes, as well. Those really call attention to themselves. If you put some more effort into maintaining your meter and rhyme, you can write some outstanding poems.

Mr BFA, you have a gift for developing a sense of melancholy without resorting to melodrama, but I get lost when I see a line with 16 syllables followed by one with four. If you decided on a form, it would make it easier to follow.

Sabretooth, I loved the imagery and the tone of Draconian Sunrise. It seems that you unintentionally came close to the alliterative accentual style of Anglo-Saxon poetry (think Beowulf). If you followed that form (with your own modifications), you could make it incredibly powerful.

To me the artistry in poetry comes from balancing the tension between the form and the meaning and images the poet wishes to convey. I know that in this age, there is a decreased emphasis on poetic form, but I hate to see people taking the easy way out. If you want to write great literature, you have to work hard. Everyone, please understand that I applaud your efforts. It's just that it saddens me to see a lack of understanding of poetics keeping your work from being its best.

Here's one that I believe to be my best work so far(and I know that I'm no poet! ;) )

The Descent

Follow me down this path, angel.
Or lead the way if you choose.
Help me in these dark stairs.
Help me before I lose
It all, and fall.

Save me like you did in life.
Save me only to kill me again.
Kill me because I killed you.
Tit for tat, and life is so fair,
But it isn’t, and it isn’t.

Descend with me into this Hell.
Like you did when I thought of you, alone.
Don’t bring me back to reality.
For in life, I could only hear you moan,
In pain, so faint.

Come with me, my angel and enlighten my dreams.
Come with me into this realm of sinners.
Shun me not as you earlier did,
For fear, hatred and a long blood shower,
For a new love, for a bleeding dove.

Save me as I am lashed this pain.
Save me from what you felt before.
How will I know your choice?
By the million blades, or the endless gore?
I had a choice, but had no voice.

I shiver alone, with no body by my side.
I see you dancing for me in the dark night,
But for you perhaps, my absence has only brought,
You into a greater and brighter light,
But I, still cry.


It is a lamentation of a abusing psychopath as he descends to hell.

But you are a Poet. I like it.

Here is one of my own.

WELLARD

Desperation seeks an end
Wandering aimlessly in a desert of dispair
Abandoned in a wasteland of what was pieces
of a family scattered
Only empty space remains, a void,
Sucking the battered soul into a vortex of spinning futility
Screams of rage echo in anguish
Ripping through the mind leaving
Only bloody footprings to
Mark the passing of a mutilated soul.
I was there, remember me

A mother's tears mark the steps of passing wails of razed dreams suspended in time.

1Jr that was a pretty good Poem. Reminds me of book I read a month ago.

It is one I wrote after a friend commit suiside. I had started it in a different direction, But this one is what came out.

Thanks