Poetry Thread

[Tails_155]

Just post any poetry you wrote, new or old, if you stumble upon something you made long ago, and would like to share it, we're all ready to read it!

Time Like a Jewel

Time is unique,
Every instant can be flawed,
or it can be perfect,
Time is unique,
Every second its own facet,
Time is unique,
It comes in all types,
Rough, artificial, or handmade,
Time is unique,
and time, like a jewel
is precious and small,
and while it can be sold,
it is valued by all who know it

[landbeforetimelover]

I don't write poetry for recreation, but I'll make good use of this thread in a month or so when we begin our poetry course in English class.

[Kor]

Did you want any particular style, or any sort.  The little I know of poetry I heard there are certain styles, then free verse or whatever it is where one doesn't try to do a certain style or method or whatever the proper term is.

[The Great Valley Guardian]

This thread looks intersting...I may try to find something in my old notebooks from my grade school days...

[Flathead770]

heh, i had a funny one i made in grade 8 about how much i hated writing poems. I'll share it if i can ever find it.

[Kor]

Sounds like a funny thing to write a poem about.  Hope you got a good grade.

[Manny Cav]

I've never really liked making poetry (or reading all that much of it, for that matter).

[Tails_155]

any and every type

[arrogantrex]

Well, this is...my area. I've been pursuing my craft since...I was in eighth grade. Started off with silly little things I would write just to be amusing or funny... Then I kinda found myself drawn to playing with syntax. And now I've got notebooks and notebooks full.    

So poetry is what I do...let me see what I can find that I've already typed so I can copy/paste. Hehehe.

Here we go. Something recent and not so long-winded as some of my earlier things.  

"Autumnistic"

There was once a walking stick
In my father’s hand.
The length was presented
In sets of redwood,
Gold lacings,
   And ivory fastenings.

I would listen as it grated
It’s crunching step into
      The gravel of our footpath.

For his health,
   He would amble,
Journeying to the land of Woodshed,
As he neared the province of Garden.

Scribbling my time away,
Laughter would break into my studies.
The sight of his smiling face
Passing my window on late afternoons;
The setting sun casting its
Autumnistic glow.

The beauty of all seasons
Would appear,
Clear and crystal, like
The twinkle in father’s eyes.

With such simplicity in his gesture,
He appeared to just step right out of time.
The wind would breeze, and jays would sing
Until he left no more footsteps behind.

[Kor]

That is a good poem.

[arrogantrex]

Thank you. ^^;;

[arrogantrex]

Wrote something last night while I was on the phone, heh.

"Of Lifting Sames"

Wellness fitting in a box
finds its way back from
a towering crumble.
Either way,
          it was meant
to flounder.
It was right to say
that we had
             always tried.

In a foreign name,
or a sovereign town,
love would cost less
if only anybody
cared to pay.

Depth is found
                     in the shallow end.
The robes are stained in salt,
for the bleach in the dye
was trampled indeed.

A left eye to view
discretion;
the right to watch
unmentionable delectables.
The treaty passed untold
for the mortal lies would
carry over
and defy a world.

None other would
         speak so brightly.
One other lost hope
       when the sky was shading.

It captured longing
and hated sound.
It garnered motions
and created ground.

                 Plucked of the denizens
                             of tomorrow.
         Our tides are of lifting sames.
                             Of course the stalwart fell,
      it would only be of one more rain.
                     Down it came.

Plentiful.
Only a dream could
change their minds.
With one last look,
they saw no more.

Danger betrayed.
The wrongs were never meant to be.
Names were only left to find.
Carelessness forgotten
and carelessly left behind.

[Cancerian Tiger]

Here are two I recently came up with.  The first one was written for a friend going through depression, and the second is of myself.  Anyhoo, here they are:

A Stake In My Heart

Whatever happened
to the old you?
Tears, despairs, angers, greivances
drive a stake in my heart.

Your undying friendship
is a life-saver.
I love to see you smile
and hear you laugh.

Life's messed with you, my friend.
The road's been rough.
Never let your head hang,
for you're one tough broad.

I can take the heat
of your sorrow.
But to see you cry
drives the stake deeper.



My Dark Side

I have a dark side.
So does everyone else.
Am I any different
from you?

All my short life
I've been shielded.
Hidden behind
an underdog's mask.

Take your pick.
Yesterday I'm a sweetheart.
I'm a dirty little b****
the moment I break away.

I need a release,
a moment to call my own.
I would love
to lose control.

Are my transgressions inferior
in your blind eyes?
Are you afraid
you're just the same?

I get mad, I get angry.
Criminal to you.
It's a pardon,
a liberation of the past.

I have a dark side.
So does everyone else.
I am no different
from you.


Well, I hope y'all enjoyed these.  Hopefully, "My Dark Side" is not too controversial for this thread.  I was going to replace the one profanity with something else but felt it would destroy the emotion of the poem :.  Anyhoo, I'll post more poems as I write them :^.^:.

[Malte279]

Wow!
The sentiments of "My Dark Side" remind me a bit of the sentiments of a very angry poem by Emily Dickinson (a poem which her folks considered to be "too scandalous" to publish, so it was given to the public only about 50 years after her death). I do not share the sentiments of the poem, but I still feel the lines are very, very "powerful".
This is it:

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master's Head -
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I'm deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without--the power to die--

[Cancerian Tiger]

I am a HUGE fan of both Dickinson and Poe, but neither of their works inspired "My Dark Side."  I try to write while in the moment of an emotion; otherwise I feel my poetry is forced.  Well, I don't always write dark poetry.  Here's a funny one I wrote for Creative Writing I.  It really happened while on a class trip back in 1997:

Class Klutz

On a cold December night
in the woods of Wisconsin,
my best friend and I ran
down the hill from the cabin.

We ran into the dark spot,
which I knew we should not.
I wasn't using my common sense
when I ran SMACK into the wooden fence.

I ended up going histerical
while she found the embarrassment unbearable.
As I put the wood slab back in place
she stared and yapped in disgust.
Then we ran faster the rest of the way
to meet our classmates down by the lake.

[Timehopper]

A lot of the poems I write are bilingual (English and Spanish). I mainly write free verse poetry since I have to admit that I'm not very good at writing a fabulous rhyming poem. Sometimes I write short poems and haikus.

I also write prose (short stories, flash fiction, vignettes, and experimental), and I'm working on a young adult fantasy novel.

A lot of the things I have written are saved in my laptop. I don't really know what to show first. :unsure:

Hmm...there's a flash fiction I wrote about my character (Timehopper Kuya) and his love interest Jadalyn (who happens to be an alien werewolf). Should I show that?

[NeptuneNavigator2001]

Aha!  It's already been created...!  ...I've posted a few at my website, then took them down...  Posted a few on my MySpace blogs, took them down...  (Latter one because, some guy sent me an e-mail with my poem in it - it was probably a spambot - and some needless offer or something...)  I may as well...

In my earlier days - back when than psycho was still married to my mother (NOT MY DAD BTW), I wrote this; if you've read my post under the original Land Before Time forum, in the topic about what made us watch it, you'll understand this a little better, since I go into a little detail there...

Really Alone?

Do I DARE look back through the Sands of Time
Back to the darkest depths of my mind
Those crazy nights so long ago
Still echo beyond time
Looking back into my past
Thinking that I'd never last
Fearing I'd go mad alas
Afraid to leave her alone
Afraid to go back home
Where do I draw the line
The line I walk along the path everyday
The path I can't ignore
For its haunting past will forever last
In my mind forevermore
Yet in my darkest hour
I see a great while light
Where it is from I know quite well
He's been there for me everyday
Even in my darkest hour
And I follow all the way
I'm telling you now
He's the only way out
He's the light to guide you home
Even in your darkest hour
You need not walk alone
Just call upon Him
He'll answer you
He'll help to guide you home
Perhaps at times it will be rough
But you'll never be alone
So times get rough and times get better
In the end it'll be alright
So maybe in time I won't be haunted
Forgetting those terror-filled nights
But to make this happen
A choice must be made
The courts must decide the fate
Oh how I evermore long for freedom
I simply cannot wait
But waiting is a part of life
And He'll help me to wait
Though oppression may come
And the nights still be bad
I cannot help but wait
Wait for our freedom
Wait for our escape
Wait for an absolution
So let me tell you this my friend
Yahshua is the only solution

That just came out of the blue one day...  After some...  Enlightenment, I changed "Jesus" to "Yahshua" since that is His Hebrew name; I've done that sort of thing multiple times...

Here's another one, some of you may find it interesting...

Timelessness

Echoes beyond the infinity of time
That somehow has an end.
Screaming whispers of despairing happiness
Back through the unrecent histories.
A primitive club and a modern laser.
Choose wisely your path of destination
From within the gates of time.
An angry young man at quiet peace
Looking back through his future of the past.
"From where do you hail, Sir?
The distant future, or the far past?
The future backwards, or the past beyond the end?
One mistake, and history will be lost.
Choose wisely... the place of origin..."
The destiny of the past? A time collision
Of singularity? What is the plan?
Where does the key lie to unlock the insanity
Of a sane mind? Choose wisely... O wise fool!
Be sure to come back to reality...
Or you were never existent.
"...What is your answer," asked the old one
Who spoke to you, your own self from the future...
A shadow of your former self... From an unknown dimension...
Who are you? ...Your history... ...Is your memory...
What do you believe? ...Can you remember?

I'll share more in time; for now, I thought I'd get those out there...  (Not like I'm going to be able to make money off of them anyway...)

EDIT: Yes, I too find Poe to be most enlightening...  Some say he was a madman, but I don't think so...  "...but why do you say that I am mad? Madmen know nothing..." From one of his works, that quote...  Can't remember which one, though.  ...It's been so long since I've felt any flow of creativity (save for that short plot that I posted in the "Insane Comic Crossover" thread); heck, right now, I can't remember 85% of my own past... I've been out of school for a few years - though I doubt school really helped, just look at the state of it now; I'm glad I got out when I did - and college fell apart on me...  I just haven't had much stimuli, I guess...

[Cancerian Tiger]

Wow !  Very emotional and touching poems, NeptuneNavigator2001 .

[NeptuneNavigator2001]

Thank you, Cancerian Tiger...  I'll post some more soon...!

[Timehopper]

These poems are really good NeptuneNavigator2001. I do recommend, however, that you don't capitalized the beginning of every line, unless it's a new sentence.

I love your use of literary devices and imagery.