Poetry thread

Xander · **Joined:** Apr 2008 **Posts:** 56 **Location:** U.S

So for some reason I think that some people here on this forum would write some excellent poetry if so this is the place to post it

Or if you just have a favorite poem that was written by someone else then post that too :wink:

Rules:
1. If it has a title post it
2. Tell us what poetry style the poem has been written *like a limerick, Villanelle...ect
3. If it doesn't have a style that’s cool too

4. No racists’ poems
5. No vulgar poems
6. No flamming other peoples poems
7. If you don't have anything good to say go some where else

Nitro · **Joined:** Sep 2007 **Posts:** 4769 **Location:**

Poetry?

Draquish · **Joined:** Mar 2006 **Posts:** 6423 **Location:** ____

viewtopic.php?f=11&t=43799

SuperTanker · **Posted:** Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:35 pm

NOOOO!!!! NOT AGAIN!!! I have to write poetry at school, and now this???

Xander · **Joined:** Apr 2008 **Posts:** 56 **Location:** U.S

Draquish wrote:

http://www.silkroadforums.com/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=43799

Haha oh my bad....erh a mod can lock this then I guess

STARNATION · **Joined:** Mar 2008 **Posts:** 341 **Location:** LAB

Poetry is for ****.

Blurred · **Joined:** Nov 2006 **Posts:** 2894 **Location:**

STARNATION wrote:

Poetry is for ****.

poetry is so easy!

John_Doe · **Joined:** Mar 2007 **Posts:** 2094 **Location:**

In the end

When the dragon has won and the princesses is taken,
When the war is lost and the city has fell
When the legends die and the myths are gone,
When the heart of men fails and the world is done
In the end
_

When love is questioned and friendships are broken,
When deception is at the door and truth is no more

Would you linger? Would you survive?
In the end
_

When the shadow is all and the light is but a whisper,
When faith is shattered and heretics are gods
When bravery is shunned and cowardice accepted,
When the gates of Hell are opened and Heaven’s gates but a memory
In the end
_

When love is forsaken and friendship is forbidden,
When deception is law and truth has lost

Would you still be here? Would you still try?
Or take Death’s hand? And do the last dance.
_

When everything is abandoned and you are alone
When you see no light and loess all hope
Then you are gone and all is silent
In the end…

~John Doe

Grimm-.- · **Posted:** Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:09 am

STARNATION wrote:

Poetry is for ****.

...Fill In those stars please because i cant seem to figure out what the mystery word is.

Ashikiheyun · **Joined:** Feb 2007 **Posts:** 1821 **Location:** CMA

John_Doe wrote:

In the end

When the dragon has won and the princesses is taken,
When the war is lost and the city has fell
When the legends die and the myths are gone,
When the heart of men fails and the world is done
In the end
_

When love is questioned and friendships are broken,
When deception is at the door and truth is no more

Would you linger? Would you survive?
In the end
_

When the shadow is all and the light is but a whisper,
When faith is shattered and heretics are gods
When bravery is shunned and cowardice accepted,
When the gates of Hell are opened and Heaven’s gates but a memory
In the end
_

When love is forsaken and friendship is forbidden,
When deception is law and truth has lost

Would you still be here? Would you still try?
Or take Death’s hand? And do the last dance.
_

When everything is abandoned and you are alone
When you see no light and loess all hope
Then you are gone and all is silent
In the end…

~John Doe

It starts with
One thing / I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing / I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

In the End by Linkin Park

I prefer this one ^^

Schwarzewhatever · **Joined:** Dec 2007 **Posts:** 65 **Location:** =]

Anh_Hung_Rom wrote:

I would love to take the credit but I roughly translated from a Vietnamese song.

I climb blindly
But not over this sadness
I search blindly
But only found disappointment
My youthful dreams I haven't fulfilled
My life's goals are still illusive

Have I wasted my years with the nonsenses?
I'm longing for a day of sastisfaction
What purpose do I serve?
Surrounded by sadness and disappointment
Where is the joy?

Once you lost it
You learn to appreciate
Once you feel pain
You learn to love
After winter mud the sun is brighter
After tough times life offers lessons

Xander · **Joined:** Apr 2008 **Posts:** 56 **Location:** U.S

Blurred wrote:

STARNATION wrote:

Poetry is for ****.

poetry is so easy!

so easy....

There once was a guy named Matt
Who kept losing his small gray cat
Till he was so mad
And also very sad
After that he never wore a hat

Took 5 secs

John_Doe · **Joined:** Mar 2007 **Posts:** 2094 **Location:**

In the end, it all dies

A rose with dark petals
Blossoms beneath the pale moonlight
The stars flickering off its leaves
A cat howls at the universe
While a rat scampers into the shadows
Overhead an owl swoops
In search of something to silence
The grumbling in its stomach
A spider sits in wait
Stroking its web
And dreaming of better days
There is a chill in the air
And the flies have moved on to warmer spaces
To reincarnate under moving skies
They cuddle closer not out of love
But to keep the winter's darkness out
They cuddle closer and their tears fall silently
Colouring the surface of the electric blanket with an ignored blue flame
They struggled to move forward
They spent a lifetime deciding on this one moment
When they would have to part
Tonight merely the finale
And disappointing conclusion to what once was
The rose quivers and wilts
The cat goes quiet
The rat, the owl, the spider, the stars, the moon
All seem to inhale tonight's reality
And bow their heads to death
The death of love that is unfolding as they cuddle together beneath the blankets

not mine, but its nice

Shimrod · **Joined:** Feb 2007 **Posts:** 336 **Location:**

I read "poultry thread" and thought wth....

Anyway, now I'm here so I better contribute something to this thread:

Quote:

You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall

You say : "'Ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(Some dizzy whore, 1804)

Nitro · **Joined:** Sep 2007 **Posts:** 4769 **Location:**

Poetry is emo :!:

Doron · **Posted:** Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:39 pm

Foundations

thursday night, everything is fine,
exceptyou've got that look in your eye
when I'm telling a story, and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say,
you'll go along with it the drop it,
and humiliate me,
in front of our, friends.

then I'll use that voice that you find annoying,
and say something like, "yeah, inteligent inputting, darling
why don't you just have another beer then?"

then you call me a bitch,
and everyone we're with,
will be embarressed, and I won't give a sh**

my fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go, but I can't.
And everytime we fight, I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can't.

you said I must eat so many lemons,
cuz I am so bitter
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate, cuz they are much fitter"
yes it was childish and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
But it gives me thrills to wind you up...

my fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go, but I can't.
And everytime we fight, I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty, cuz you've gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise, don't want to look at your face, cuz it's making me sick!
you've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I've only got these, yesterday,
oh my gosh, I can not be bothered with this...

And I'll leave you there 'till the morning,
and I purposely won't turn the heating on.
and dear god, I hope I'm not stuck with this one...

my fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go, but I can't.
And everytime we fight, I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And everytime we fight, I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And everytime we fight, I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can't.

~Kate Nash.

Grandpa · **Joined:** Feb 2008 **Posts:** 867 **Location:**

The Futility of Man

by Sparrow (a.k.a. Grandpa)

Sparrow wrote:

I met myself in a dark place.

I inquired as to what there was to do.

Being surprised by my answer,

"Not much."

I suggested that we do it again.

Are prayers a form of poetry?

Quote:

"LORD, give me $17 Million Dollars so I can do your work."

SELF DIALOG:
But, that's not Your way, is it?
You use the weak elements of this world

to better show your Glory.
QUESTION / CONFESSION:
How much more qualified need I become?
I am weak to death even now.
Can I lift so much as a finger?

Whispered: "You have seen my whoredoms committed under every tree in Your Holy City." :oops:

Have You not said,
"Where you are weak, there I am strong."

Shattered me with Your Name only on my lips;
With thankfulness I call.
Take me.

-Evan · **Posted:** Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:59 pm

Nitro wrote:

Poetry is art :!:

Fixed.

iGod · **Joined:** Oct 2006 **Posts:** 3728 **Location:**

Kodak coloured souvenirs
From a furnished furnace of fears
For learning to be mad
Is the poverty of happiness

And I know that it is clear
That I'm not here
In this cloud-formed invisible asylum of tears

I am ready to face my fears
As my consciousness disappears
To the internal sanctuary of seers
Where the clouds last for years and years

~ Plagiarized

Draquish · **Joined:** Mar 2006 **Posts:** 6423 **Location:** ____

John Keats.

Quote:

You say you love

I.

You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth -
O love me truly!

II.

You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

III.

You say you love - but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses.
More than coral in the sea -
They never pout for kisses -
O love me truly!

IV.

You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead -
While mine to passion burneth -
O love me truly!

V.

O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn be,
Squeeze as lovers should - O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!

Quote:

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord Byron

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron

Funny how these two men hated each other. :roll:

Grandpa · **Joined:** Feb 2008 **Posts:** 867 **Location:**

Draquish wrote:

Quote:

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord Byron

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron

Funny how these two men hated each other. :roll:

Off topic:
I like your comparisons.
Consider a couple of my favs:

Khalil Gibran wrote:

THE PROPHET -- Joy and Sorrow:

Then a woman said,
"Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy...

[EDIT: Verses deleted by Grandpa]

...Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Lord Byron wrote:

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Grandpa like concepts of Yin/Yang and convergence.

Grandpa wrote:

So many ways to agree, why can't we?

~Granps

heroo · **Joined:** Sep 2006 **Posts:** 6618 **Location:**

I hate it sooooo much that i'm not 100% at English :banghead:

I love poetry, but I can't understand everything

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