Topic: Poetry

Very nice, Si, very nice. And I like yours too, green. Your last one.

*claps, hands out flowers, chocolates* My turn

Salvation sky, a saving expanse for a barren land. A place for Peacekeeper Jones. A land for the spirit, a land with a sound of its own. At night, sounds to chill the cleanest soul covered and bedded up tight. A day as quiet as quiet can be, a silence that makes its own noise. In rides Peacemaker Jones, a priest on mission from God and a mission of self. Following Grave Robber Bones.

A trail of skulls behind him, an empty sky above. A shovel over a shoulder held by burned left hand. Grave Robber Bones chased by Peacemaker Jones for six empty shells far done. Slugs that ate and tore away, robbed them of theirs and them. A leer and a step, no sound as he left. Killing the air as he went. Up at the church you could see as he stepped. Painful as pleasure can be.

Angel wings light as air, Feathers made of smoke. Smoke white as December snow. Cloth blind eyes, eyes pure in their hidden mask less place. Bandaged Leper’s hands with charred blackened tips. Lace less sandaled beach combed feet, feet that tread on airless space unknown. Angel arms and spirit palms a weapon never held. Resistance never felt, resistance never given. Welcomes you in, welcoming peacemaker Jones.

Cool.

Really good job with that

Impressive. I like the style of it... so very different from my own work, I like it a lot.

Was that a poem? ( just wondering, since I have never seen a thing like that before ), not critisising Maltese Kentaiba.......VERY GOOD! :)

Thanks, I don't know when I'll ever finish it though. I wanted to add a little more into the middle before that last stanza.

Cool, even if i dont know about know about it, that would be swell, Maltese. :)

" Sniff! " very nice terra, * Choke! * :( :)

Does the world always spin around?
Does the swing always make a sound?

The swing stopped, long ago
It's company has vanished simply so......

the house is empty, all the floors
All the windows and all the doors...............

one of my better attemps at acrosstick.

Doesn’t sand burn
Ever burn
Sorrow burns
Ever more burns
Righteousness burns
Time to time it burns

lol, cool poem, Maltese Kentaiba! :P Very good! ( thanks very, very much for the avatar terra! I've always wanted that Totoro picture as an avatar! :D )

Thanks also terra. I make them up! :P

This isn't a poem, but I'm sure you will like it! :)

Enjoy everyone! :P

( poem ) --

Across the stars,
all is alone
No one can hear you scream,

In space,
the aliens fly in their little shiny saucers,
Some are curious to see human life,

Like when the first man on the moon landed..............

I'm not sure if I quite get your last one GHF. But i don't have to get everything as its your creation.

I found a new one to post actually.

Oh to only be close to death
To feel that dark
Covering my soul
Clearing my mind from the hate and surrounding anger
But to suffer with breath in my lungs
To keep life clasped within my body
Is to have a torture
Ah, they will never change
No matter how long the road,
Regardless of how much I achive
They will never change
And I am no different to them
So I myself do hate this body, this soul
My past death has been in vain
My rebrith, a waste
What else is left for me
But to mearly survive the rest of my time on earth
There is no joy left,
I have no more faith, even in my own being's worh
I am only nothing
Because it is so evident
That my work has amounted
To that of a grain of sand
Nothing more than a nuisance
To those that say they are my supporters
Emotionless now, for I've let my sould die at their hands
And I can't even mourn anymore
Crushed untill nothing solid is left
And this is what I must accept.
Swallow what is left of my pride,
Just to survive
It is my punishment for trying to live,
To keep living, only in the shatters of pain and conformity.

(sorry it was so long)

Thanks for the kind words terra.

You seem to be one of those super creative individuals. Writing, art, the works.
I can sympathize with those feelings in your poem too. Well done.

Good stuff all!  I should see if I can dig up that old poem I wrote ages ago.  Dont know that it's much compared to you guy's work, but some people liked it.  If I find it I'll post

I understand the point of ages ago Alor. A lot of my writings come from that land of "ages ago" too.  It seems like I've been more into it again as the last one is newer. Never give up!  I'd like to read it too, especially after reading your other stuff> :)

lol, I wrote it in 5th grade; doesn't look much like my FanFic or the other stuff I have here, that's for sure.  Was my only attempt at poetry though, and I won a school prize for it, so maybe it's worth something.  Still looking for it; will post if I find

EDIT

This isn't the poem I was talking about, I wrote this for a project in home  school.  More of a short story I guess, but I thought it was good.  What do you guys think?

Standing on the dirt road next to my house, I watch the giant clouds roll off the mountains toward me from the east.  The normally tall and impressive looking trees in the foreground of the white and gray mass suddenly look so small.  The thunderhead slowly looms higher as it moves even closer, the quiet broken only by the occasional boom of thunder.  As night falls, the flashes of lightning become more visible, lighting the sky brilliant white for a short instant.  But as nearly always, the great clouds that a short time before had come so close, drift down into the valley below and disappear into the night

I think its good. Its just a poem in paragraph form. Its atmospheric and moody. Well done; you should write more. I think that's your art form, words.

One, two, three, four......
One, two, three, four......

As the time has come,
To pay your tonne,
Something is in the way,
Almost blocking it........

That thing, is time,
Time itself can drive you mad,
Sometimes crazy.......

I am now in prison, forged into 50 years for murder,
God help me before that.......

Note* - I am not in prison

I would hope so. Plus I don't think that they really imprison 12 year olds for much of anything. It would have to be superbad... and I don't think you swing that way.

Is my poem good anyone? ( pleading with pathetic eyes )

The middle stanzas are ok... i don't understand the counting portion of it though.

:(

Never mind, then.

I think I get it
Good enough for me.

so what'd ya do to get in the joint?

Can't you read?  Green be da' gangsta'    :P

Si Titran your first poem on this thread I can relate to. Your shy, and I used to be the EXACT same way trust me....I did nothing BUT come to BFFC......great observation of your situation!

I LOVEEEEEEEE poems and Im planning to become a poet when I finish high school........(maybe write a couple Star Wars books....:P)
but seriously, I like your poems KEEP POSTING!!! Im going to paste a poem I did a while back....

My grandfather died and I wrote this poem....

A soul broken free

A soul once opressed and bound by the pains of life
Now released into the holyness and flight of a sky kite
The soul was once a Saint now has entered the gates
Where dreams have come true and the drop of a world weight
Once drowned in depression of physical bounds
Is now redeemed of all strengths as great as it sounds
skipped purgatory a special section opens for the soul
All the faith in it's life has made him a league above our own
Gazing down upon loved ones as the soul rests
As a gaurdian to make worthy our health will nest
In the clouds of euphoria the soul converses with others
he has met through his years that it sees as it's brothers
Souls once lost it meets and shares joy amung them
All of them watching over their loved ones like growing stems
Much love and respect has risin amung the mourn
Although we know the soul has felt pain no more
I thank this soul for it was a source for my guidance
The dream of a world were it's happiness is heightened
Into the gate of bliss is the last vision the souls seen
We all love you and hope that your soul is broken free

-Dedicated to my grandfather
I love you and I'll see ya soon....

TW

:(

That's so beautiful! I hope your grandfather see's that dedicated to him on one of heaven's computer. :)

Great! Lovely! Better than mine, anyway. :) :P

Ah very nice True Warrior.  I actually like the rhyming scheme, as its not cheesy. I can't rhyme my way out of a paper bag, so it always impresses me.

Thank you for you nice comments too. The first poem I posted I wrote many years ago after a particular rough patch in my life. I thought it very interesting that you interpreted the piece as shyness. And that's why I love writing and art, we all see things a different way and bring part of ourselves to the experience. I don't really consider myself shy at all. Loud yes. Wild, perhaps. Hesitant about sharing my work sometimes, yes.

Thank you very much it means a lot to me, and Im sorry I called you out like that. I shouldnt have ASSUMED that you were shy. Like you said, every poem brings out a different emotion in different poeple, and it varies as well. I REALLY hope to see more of your poems soon, because I love all of ya'lls writing!! :D

TW

Their Own Two Eyes

To be the only one in the crowd with a different skin tone,
Brings about discrimination and leaves me to be alone,
The only difference to me, is the color that I see,
But poeple judge and tell me what I am supposed to be,
Are they to determine what type of music I have to listen to?
or do they tell me what to wear, or what words not to use?
So many judgements because my skin is of the opposite shade,
I can see the ignorance in the world now, and its such a shame,
I'll never believe what they say, no matter how many matter,
I am my own individual and my skin is not a factor,
But when I look at some, I see demons in disguise,
They label me and dont look past their own two eyes,

-Dedicated to those who experience judgement only because the color of their skin

D.I.N.O.

That is very much so. Although I cant shake the feeling that my skin will forever be a line of skrimage. If I can only hope that soon one day, the color of my skin would not matter in any situation.

TW

If i close my eyes
I can feel the pressure mounting on my chest.
Soon perhaps I will suffocate
Or my ribs may break and puncture my lungs.
Night is long and weary bleak eyed
And here I am faced with more nights than days
Daylight blinding my soul
Sending me to hide.

I have one that Black Sabbath wrote, and I took a sentence out and am still trying to work on it.

here is my first starting point

* clears throat *

??? ( Unknown poem )

Heavy Boots of lead,

Tearing through your victim's head!

( Guitar, Iron Man , SOLO )

Scary books of lies,

Soaring across the ancient skies.........

( Guitar, Iron Man SOLO )

...... Sorry if it's too short , but I just thought of some ryhming words  for it................. :(

Last night actually. i don't think it was finished, but i was in a posting frame of mind.

GHF.. yours seems to be a song :D (Not saying you can't post those too....)

oh...................

Take me away with you
I need a rest
From all this foolish activity
Nonsense in all directions at once
Just for the madness of one
Never satisfied dying mouth
Could as well live and let die
Just dragging everyone down anyway
She doesn't want to be gone
She needs to prove her existence
By denying others
Breaking them
Sucking their life away
To let herself live
Like that monster in a movie
I don't remember
He was old, and ugly and dying
And hundreds of healthy young ones
Were dying to make him live a few minutes longer
As if all of their lives are worth less than minutes of his
All of us less than her
Survival of the fittest
Or nastiest
A lot of destruction around her
Harvester of young souls in pain
Not so young
I wish
It's going away too
Will I ever get there?

Babes.. thats dark and deep and full of sadness...  things that make great poetry and other creative things. I am impressed as this differs from the others.

So true. Mine need improving. :(

Yeah I think you know who I was talking about there. I'm surprised I still didn't make anything happen to her in an artwork or another... If I do I'll show you.
:P

Thanks for your compliments. I love what you write as well.

Reminds me of a song terra..........."Can You Get Away" by 2Pac.....Love your work, keep posting.

TW

I hope i am not flooding every one with my stuff... please let me know if I am, but here is another one i found as I cleaned my room.

Deep Breath
Soon this all will be over
Deep breath
Calm down
Soon this all will be over
Embrace the quiet
Deep breath
Soon this all will be over
Peace in sleep in dreams
Beauty amongst quiet lands
Deep breath
Soon this all will be over
Dark night decending
Starlight cascading down
Worry no longer
Deep breath
Soon this all will be over
Pain be past
Loving arms open
Warmth from this chill
Deep breath
Soon this all will be over.

Why do you write depressing poem's all the time, Si?

I thought you were nice person.

( Hides )

lol, only joking. :D

Hi y'all!

I posted this in Ralin's Creations, but since it's a poem I thought I'd sare it here also.  This one has had an edit or two.  Feel free to let me know which you like better

Hope you like   :D

Into the Light – A Mandalorian’s Fate

Into the light,
Under my proud Father’s eyes,
From my loving Mother’s womb,
I pass into the light of life

Into the light,
Of childhood’s first trials,
Out of my Mother’s care and into my Father’s protection,
Past are my toys and carefree existence,
New is my blaster and fresh is my first kill,
Down the path of manhood I begin

Into the light,
Of my armor’s heavy embrace,
My brothers cheer and my sergeants salute,
Clad in armor forged of Mandalorian iron,
The newest Mandalorian am I

Into the light,
Of the strange thing that is love,
My heart burns, yet it pains me not,
Never have I felt what I feel for her,
My soul flies high, yet I stand beside her
Into the warmth of love I enter

Into the light,
Of my first battle’s furry,
Many souls does my Basilisk claim as I descend into the glory that is war,
My Father’s lessons are clear and my aim is true,
Into the light of victory I march

Into the light,
Of failure’s stark chill,
Our wounded scream and my fallen brothers are mourned,
The battle is lost, and my soul is cold,
My first defeat is bitter indeed

Into the light, Of war’s familiar pitch,
My battles are many, as are my scars, but I am still alive,
The blood of thousands is on my hands, and worlds fear my approach,
A Mandalorian Crusader am I

Into the light,
Of my body’s final breaths,
My strength is gone, and my eyes grow dim,
The grip of my son is firm, his gloved hand in mine,
A tear in his eye, he whispers to me,

Pass now, into the light my Father,
Your battles are many, and your Honor is great,
March now to the place far away,
And wait for me at Glory’s gate

Awesome RD, I really like it, keep it up you guys, some great poems here :)

wow, truly poetic ner vod. I love reading the works of other poets. Maybe i can post some of my own work, once i free up some creative space...

I must admit, I've never liked my own poetry. I like writing scripts or short stories instead. But since IS the poetry topic I wanted to ask everyone: Who is your favorite poet?

Mine is Shel Silverstein.

Love both. But does it count? You'll all think I'm biased. :P

Lol, Perhaps, but it is a good poem thingy

Its quiet epic. I think.

to green.... I don't know why i seem to write darker things. I try to be a nice person in all, doesn't always means life is nice to me though. I think part of it is that you've seen only a little of what I wirte, as I went through a phase where ALL I did was write.  Some things were certainly less dark or not dark at all.

My favorite poet is Walt Whitman.

Being depressed, or writing dark things, doens't mean you're not a nice person. Just means you're sad, or you have sad ideas to express. YOU should know that, Green.

I think your material is quite deep Si. Don't pay attention to the complains of those who can't appreciate. Don't stop writing if it makes you feel better.

I wasn't complaining, sorry, that was when I was a bit stupid.

Like I always am.