Well, since the its a new year, why not lets have a fresh start.

The point of this write out its not only to promote writing and activity. It is also to gather up more people who shares the same interests and also to promote better bondings, healthier social relationships and lifestyles.

Why Poetry?

Poetry is not only just a simple piece of writing. Some Poets adds in his emotions, feelings and all their thoughts and opinions into it, while others follow their flow of inspiration and creativity. Painting imageries into people's minds through words.

How this works?

Its basically many forms of mini poem writing events into one, like a scrap book, works after works, flowing of opinions and thoughts, multi-commenting on multiple works, for example :

1. Classic posting - Post a poem and let people talk about their views and how the understand it.
2. Interpretation - Post a poem and let people guess what are you trying to express.
3. Combination Writing - Post a unfinished piece and let other continue.
4. Old Works - Post your past works and reminisce the good times.

Etc. As long as you thought of a interesting idea, just feel free to state them. Be it a depressing work or a optimistic piece or even a bloody, as long as you post it, we accept it. Don't worry about mix ups and mess in posting though. Just remember. No Discrimination.

Invitations

Hopefully you could invite more people to join this event, even people outside the forums too could join in. It would be great if its this event turns out to be a success. People who are interested, please feel free to join in!

Since this is the first time we are doing, so yeah, hopefully it will be successful.

Thanks for inviting me So, what we need to do in this thread is to post our poems, so the others would comment on it and vice versa?
If that's the case, I"ll post if I write something new, since I already have my topic. And of course, I'll comment on other peoples poems.

Its not just write a poem, post it and wait for comments / wait for people to post it and comment. Of course new pieces are welcomed =)

We could also share our little secrets in poetry writing, or a poem guessing game. Continuous poetry... Etc. As long as you have some ideas, just post it. We could also Reminisce old works.

Its more like a gathering for a mix of poetry extravaganza. =D

Of course, if we could manage to collect enough poems, we might be able to make a scrap book out of it =D

I cannot keep mentioning this but... if you know someone who writes =D Invite them, it'll be fun!

Lance.

All this sounds interesting, but I doubt there will be many people interested in this.
I only know one member who has dissapeared from here, who writes. If I see her on MSN, I'll ask her to join.

hehe, thats the whole point of it =] because of the inactivity and the lack of interest (no offense), the more we should do it.

It might not be attracting lots, but well, everyone counts =D

Afterall, the whole point of it is not just about writing. Its about having fun

Lance.

I wrote this while I was sad and depress over a girl who didn't care about me.

For Phoebe

I'm still waiting here
Still waiting for your answer
That would probably never come.
I don't mind though
I suppose that it was pointless.
I just wanted to let you know
How I truly feel about you.
Are my words reaching out
to you?
Should I continue to wait,
or put your memory to rest.
I hope I'll find the answer
That's looking for.
Jest remember, . . .
I love you.

wow, STD, you really in love with that person huh.

Some how it sounds like, "I'll always be waiting for you" written all over it.

But I really liked the ending though. At the start, (maybe its just me) but it seems like you have a lot to say to her. But you ended it with a "I love you". Like... you want to end it just there. Thats how I read it anyways... hope you don't mind =|


Anyways, its been sometime since I wrote something. So... here goes rusty.

Red. Goodnight

Across the street
I stood, Looking
At your face.
Bit my lips,
It dripped red.

Moon shone full
This night, Angry
At your grace.
Frowned my eyes,
It shot red.

We used to be side by side.
Dressing table?
Yours at my right.
On the same stage,
We stood beside.
But why aren't I on headlines?
I should be in the lime light!

Following your way
Back home, Stalking
At your shadows.
Pacing up my steps,
I turn red.

Sneaking from behind
I backstabbed, Grinning
At your out stretch eye.
Pludged the blade twist in...

I have smudge us red goodnight.




Blehhh rusty >_>

Thanks Dan for typing this post for me.

Lance.

I thought I was, but now I just use it as an experience where I derive most of my inspiration. It was a time in my life where I was weak, vulnerable, and sad to say clingy. I was looking for something for myself to hold unto, and I found it in her. I honestly believe I loved her, even to this day I still hope for the best of her. Too bad she just didn't feel the same for me.

In anycase, Lance, I can feel jealousy of the narrator in the poem. It's well written, I don't understand why it'd be rusty.
The form and structure of the poem suits its purpose and delivers the message really well. It's direct and to the point, and can pretty much explain the story and the tone of voice of the narrator. All in all, I like it.

I'm glad to see that constructive comments are given in this topic. After I also contribute with my comments, I'll post the last poem I wrote in my topic. Maybe there will be more comments on it here.
First, Soul Taker:

Your feelings are well expressed in the poem, and the last" I love you" is powerful. Though, next time, you could use more adjectives. You know, to describe scenes, emotions even more. Oh, and I'm sorry that she rejected you. At least you tried. That thakes a lot of courage to do.

Bartender: He he, yours is quite funny. I like the lip biting in the beginning, and how you killed her in the end.
Your poem contains more descriptions than Takers, and it was an interesting read. It was quite a surprize when you killed her.

Oh, guys, I'm curious. How much time does it take you to write down a poem?

About my way of writing: Well, I always have some story in my mind, some events, which happened in my life. I try to write it down poetically, putting the feelings under descriptions.
I mean, for an example, if I want to say in my poem that I love someone, I won't say " I'm in love with you", but instead, I'll put tons of description on how I feel, when I encounter that person. For an example, blushing, starting to fantasise, etc. That way, the readers will realize my emotions, without me telling them directly.
Also, I always listen to music while writing. It's boring without music. Those are my secrets.

Here's the last poem again:

Passing by…

Here I am, once again
Circling around the remains of life’s simplicity.
Those circles, which decrease day by day.
In a spark of a moment, the complex emotions surpass the beauty of calmness;
…as I’m passing by… passing by…

In a manner of a black cat, out of nowhere, unexpected
He appears, misfortune’s foreteller ,
Awakening inner lust, and a shy outer blush
invoking my fantasy to lush even further into the unreachable sky
provoking me to become a thief…
while I’m trying to grab an exciting moment of inattention,
to steal a glimpse of his silhouette
…as he is passing by…passing by

The innermost feelings
Overflow the heated body
Conquering all senses
The heartthrobs are the soul’s fragile voice.

Time is a faceless liar
An unstopping force it represents
Always hasty, no matter what it says
It keeps running, never ceasing to exist.
Oh it’s already passing by the gate of hopes!
Forcefully shutting it, leaving sadness and happy moments behind.
Summoning an unpredictable fog around us.

Unpredictable he is, like a butterfly swaying in the breeze
Lies and truth in an interlude…dancing in the parade
Forming a grotesque masquerade
Untouchable, NO, NO, NOT….diving in shallow waters, the answer suddenly overflowed
…but it was too late, he had already flown away, towards someone else’s hands.
Just about the time the thruths were
Passing by… passing by…

Drowned in mad pain, the moon’s rays enlightened my way, towards the surface of the lake.
Eternally, love matters complicated will be,
But simple tenderness is what I now need.

In the small circle, I have finally found simplicity.
Valuable like a golden treasure chest.
You were always there for me!
Your sincere smile, has approached my heart.
Caring, friendly, stay by my side!
Demanding mercy from time, to stop, and make you my guide.

Uncertain about your life,
Wishing you are still waiting for the train to arrive.
I don’t want to miss you!...
…like I missed the train yesterday
Which was…
…passing by…passing by.

Well, to answer your question, I usually take 1-2 hour to write one. Usually I had a scene in my mind first, then I write it off. Hehe, for a guy who is quite positive, I am better with writing murder/horror/gothical poetry. I'm not good with things like romance, though I really really wanna write one.

As for your poem gelmar, its really well written, you really expressed every thoughts and emotion of the narrator. At first she/he seems so depressed and bored, but the poem shows growth through love. At first she seems to be "getting rid of time" but the end she seems to want to "get hold of time" really love the irony.


Well, Love poems lol...

Two of my older one's which is closer to the "love factor"(this is what happens when I write love poetry)


Dear Diary, How are you today...

Dear Diary, How are you today...

Today, I've gazed upon her beauty again
My eyes and her was never apart yet ever so far.
Distant in miles yet
Fortunate enough to be 3 feet close.

Then and again, she burn me alive
with her acidic tongue.
Geek, jerk and nerd without fail
Rhymed with my name.

That Goddess Slay me
With a smear of my blood.
Trilled and Lusted with her own entertainment
Once again she killed me.

But all the humiliation and these painful Judgement
Excites me more.
I can't wait to taste her blood
While I can feast on her flesh.

Kill her might help
Painful my heart dealt.
I Dare only say I love you
To the seraphic body of this angel.

Now my hands break her apart
Her blood I wipe with my Tee.
Taste of her I tried
Then I start to write...

Dear Diary, How are you today...



Our Farewell

Tearing with a wink of eyes,
Time flies as wind blows.
Clapping of the wave of seas,
Watching descent of the sun
Below the horizon in the evening.

Calling of the waves of sea,
I can hear you call my name.
The sun. Characterized
By an upturning of the corners of the mouth,
But I can no longer see you smile.

1000 words I plead to cry,
Rock hard echos with no reply.
Can you hear me call your name?
How could this day come so soon,
We have not yet say goodbye.

Feel the beat of the flaming dance,
With the flow, on the bed of sand.
Tune of the fire consumes till ashes.
I felt you in pain and hurt,
As much as you set sadness in my eyes.

I can see you in our memories,
Is it time to let go?
There is only silence now.
Yet I can hear you beside me, Sobbing.
Is this really our final farewell?



Lol... See what I mean?

Lance.

Mirror, Mirror

I look about
With shadows of the end
That taunt and twist
Those rhythms of my mind
To suite
My own demise

I look about
To canopies of green
That shoot and grow
To multitudes of scene
That scene that flows
Across a river’s calm ravine

I look about
To hues and tones
Of
Blues
And
Reds
And
Greens galore
Whose shine
Reflects upon my thoughts
So far as suns do glow

I look about
Only to look within...

~~
This poem is nothing more than a drabble, taking less than five minutes to write. I like it nonetheless.

Lance: There was one sentence which cracked me up. "Geek, jerk and nerd without fail
Rhymed with my name." It sounds so funny. And still, you couldn't resist to kill her in the end. I like how you descrived that she cheated you, but you still loved her, but that her behaviour gets so much on your nerves, that you want to kill her. And I love it very much how you finish it the way you have begun.

The second one is not bad, but there is room for improvements. It's simple, and it delivered the message, which is a good thing.

Reanimation: It's very good that you could write it in such a short time. Sorry, no more comments, because there are many words which I don't understand, because of my vocab.

Here's one I wrote in July. I like it a lot, although it's a very sad one. It's also from my poems topic.

Tears

Across the path towards my lips
A tear slid, full of grief.
My eyes are now wet
I cannot see anymore well.

Only a sickness can make me blind
Who ever told you that, it’s a lie.
My eyes were covered with your past deeds.
Now my vision is perturbed because of your deceive.

Dissapointment is tearing my soul apart.
I deserve a better attitude from your part.
Now I can cry,… and regret that we had ever even met.
Maybe I would feel happier… never speaking to you again.

I better stop deceiving myself
God knows it’s impossible to act that way.
Only oblivion can cure the pain inside my heart
Maybe then I would forget what you have done.

Like a heavy rain, the tears are falling down my face.
Slowly losing touch with reality…
Wanting to resurrect few valuable moments…
Reassuring myself, that you are still the same…
Exploding from desire to return back in time
To harmoniously dream away my life.

Weeping alone in a hospital
Struggling from pain…
-You never seemed to care.
Words hurt more than a punch.
Your ignorance pierced right through my heart.

My eyes are red, as if a petal of a rose covers it’s surface
Persistingly iches, like a spike from the same
Rose dagged itself deep inside
From a rose you would never buy…
… Buy for me, to feel that you are still beside…

…beside me, so I can express once again
My honest feelings of love towards you
My confession would be sour,
Even more sour than the strongest acid.
Like the one falling from the rain,
Those raindrops which resemble my tears.

I posted this in my last topic, but since this one is actually active, I’ll post it here =). I’ll try and get feedback for all your guys' poems later, I apologize for not doing it right now. However, I can answer Gelmar’s question right away, since it would take me less time than commenting on the actual works =p. It varies on how long it takes me to write a poem. Some of my poems just come to mind and I can get them done between 30 min.- 1 hour, or sometimes they might take a whole day of formulating. It depends, I guess.

Anyway, here’s my latest. Hope you enjoy =).

Angel, Angel

Ravishing wings scintillate through bleak darkness
Burning charisma fuels the demeanor
Shrouded in black ether, corona yet gleaming
Angel, my angel, my kindling flame.

Dwindling emotions tide over rationality
Raging storms of equal disproportion
Soothing glances give way to my demise
Angel, my angel, my damnable angel.

Seductive charm emanates through your skin
Clothed saintly pure in funereal rags
Innocence becoming your bizarre mentality
Angel, my angel, lost to slow insanity.

Tattered and shredded your pride; the wings of my angel
Grueling compensation for a life lived a lie
Retrograde motion commences now death has received you
Angel, my angel, lost to the devil’s trick dice.

Rejected and ejected from the gamester's table
Nailed to the wall, your endorsement in blood
Coated with loose feathers, silky reality turned stone
Angel, angel, come to me, my angel.

Splattered walls rancid with denial and altruism
Wings frayed and drooping lopsided
Eyes shine into mine, so cold and defeated
Angel, angel, come home with me, angel.

Bright streaming lights evaporate into dust
Your wings disappeared, your body opaque
Gone with the torchlight of inhuman persistence
Angel, angel, you’ve abandoned me, angel.

Soft brushes stroke my cheek in gentle adoration,
A light turns on nearby welcoming dawn,
Harsh and condescending my eyes being to lie
Angel, angel, my angel lives in me.

Death not defying your characteristic beauty
Life only waiting for semantic reunion
Entwined with my spirit, your essence within
Angel, my angel, you thrive on my soul.




By the way, wonderful idea for the topic, Dookie =).

Thanks for inviting me. But I don't whine and I don't likes fight anyway. Lately I haven't wrote anything good anyway. But I'm not gonna whine about it.

Reani I did like your poem, its very good for a 5 minute drabble.
However, the imagery could be evoked in a much better way through different wording.

I suppose I'll present a little tiny piece of freeform crap (that has a rhythm in song form in my head, with dragged on words and all sorts of signature changes, blah blah blah blah)
So I'll post this crap here! ^^


The morning light, it strides itself through the fog
Its searing gaze, alive, and braving the dawn
An open path appears, of concrete and moss
I think this path will lead me closer to home

This wooden bench decides I've rested too long
This sullen patch of grass my feet lay upon
A gentle breeze, it blows through an open hole
Things I'll learn to miss, cause I'm closer to home

And it creeps and breathes, my eyelids are closed
And it seizes me to the light, its fair embrace
Its soft yet forceful grace
Its often a thing I abhore.
But why do I welcome this dawn?

A seething piece of steel pokes through my clothes
Its craving edge, it longs a piece of my soul
Its handle traced along by my palm and thumb
My will shall never wither...I'm closer to home

And they creep and breathe, my blade is at hand
But this doubt casts me into the light, its fair embrace
Its cold, yet glaring haze
Surrounded by places I know
But all these things seem so foreign

So unknown...

Why are these things ambiguous
life isn't tender
I wander streets at a pace misunderstood
forests and lakes, artificial nature
Grazed by trademarks and parking signs
Its unnerving for my heart has a wish
to see nature in a glorious form
But my body has yet another wish
for the man inside of me
this cultured spoiled millenium man
to see the fear of my own eyes when I realize
Pure darkness is something you can see
For nature and the world of man are two different things


I am not an animal
I am a man without context
I am a man with so much love that I wish to show
My senses are astral
My touch ethereal
I'm constantly searching
But when I stare into the eyes of my own true nature
I cower and my pupils shatter
The glass is carried
through a breeze that lands
Through a minstrels hands flowing against a harp

The starry night, it phases through the evening glow
My heads on wood, I stare into the phantasm
Its depth untouched, My tears, they turn into stone
They crash against the ground...I've never been so far.

I'll post more comments later

Hehheh, its really late at night, so yeah, gonna sleep fast.

Reanie, loved your work. But I'm still not too sure what you want to express because of the expression I suppose. Its definitely a good word. But just a tad bit. unsure. For a person who is as "detail oriented" as moi, you sure are saving a lot of words here and there. Nice job anyways xD

gelmar, the imagery is there, very detailed, every new stanza just is like a leading path for the previous one. I liked how you express your confession sour as acid. Really made me feel the oozing wince of it. Ouch hehe.

DB, great poem, though I think if its made into a song, it would sounds good, except the end of each line, being a little hard to make a tune out of it. Lol...

This stanza really spoke to me. What I can reply was, "Angel, my angel, you've spoked into my soul" =p Nice one there.


Tony, I would say that, you either wrote it three years ago, when you are still in your pms stage, or someone upsets you. Suicide, hate the world, etc etc, haha... Nice imagery and wording I've to say. But tone down on the emo part =P "Closer to home" doesn't sound right at all. sound like a "Home = hell" kind of thing... But well, still a very nice poem to READ at. No offense by the way, good job anyways.




and YAY, this thread is working!!!!



Wrote this stupid song/poem/babbling rhyme/rubbish

hope you guys don't think its too awful.


Dreamers - Live Your Fantasy

Staged up, Lights up,
Tuning up for tomorrow.
Here we, sing it out,
A song we voiced up for.

Doing for what we really long,
Regardless what is right or wrong,
To stand at where we really belong,
Scream it out as we dream this song!

I say we dream to rock this world,
I say we rock to hold this girl,
I say we hold as our believes twirls,
I say we believe our dreams shakes the earth!

Lights up for this dream city,
Heads up for this fantasy,
Hands up for our believes,
To believe this is my dreams.

I say we sing to build our earth,
I say we build to create love,
I say we love as our feelings swirls,
I say we feel this fantasy...

I Live this fantasy...

This dream of my world...





Very repetitive in words, sigh...

Lance.

Home is where the heart is. When you have an idea of where that place is and just so happen to be wrong...
Well, anyways. Its pretty terrible and I told you I was terrible when you invited me! But thanks for inviting me anyhow. ^^
(I wrote it in like 10 minutes...should've definitely took more time. )

Anyways I'll edit this post with more comments later, I gotta run!

@Soul_Taker: For Phoebe

From the way the words were written, this really does sound like it could be done song-form. The emotion that way would really reach out to people. I’m sorry you had to go through that though. I personally have never experienced any such thing, but I know it’d hurt.

@Bartender: Red. Goodnight

I agree with Soul_Taker. You can really feel the jealousy of the narrator. It definitely controls his actions to the end, with the murder. I’ll go so far as to admit this wasn’t your best you’ve written, but it wasn’t half-bad.

Dreamers-Live Your Fantasy

Pretty good. The repetitiveness of the words didn’t really bother me. It just reinstated everything for the purpose of the poem. It was actually rather lively.

I’ve commented on your other poems in the previous topic, so I’ll leave those for now =).

@Reanimation: Mirror, Mirror

That is indeed a wonderful drabble, and for being so good after taking only a short time to write, is an even bigger accomplishment. I dunno. I’ve reread it about three times now, and the simplicity of it is what gets me. Some of the wording could have been changed I suppose, but as it is right now is still good. Really nice job =).

@Gelmar: I think I’ve responded to most of your poems from the other topics. If you don’t mind, I don’t know what else I have to add on to what I’ve already said...Sorry >.>.

@Rhadamanthus: VIII:Closer To Home

I don’t have much to add other than what Dookie said; the imagery and wording was pretty good. As a poem in and of itself...it’s not exactly terrible, but it’s a bit too melodramatic. I mean, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but the poem just seemed to drag on...I dunno really how to say it >.> It wasn't really terrible though.



I think I’ve gotten everybody. If I did miss anyone, sorry and I’ll get a comment later =).

Some of my old stuff, same girl same story

Goodbye . . .

Fleeting moments
in time; memories escaping
my grasp, Cannot hold.

What could be?
They're of you, long ago,
Outside my mind.
Why were you so cold?
Have you nothing left to say?
What am I to you?

(this is one is a title-less poem I wrote)

Smiling
remembrance of you
long ago

Broken promise
we couldn't keep,
we were so young

Fools even
yet I can't help but
to smile.

From far away I admire you at a
distance. Paradise,

is how
I can describe this feeling at best.

The last love song on this planet

A story unfolds
A tale of despair, of mis-
fortune, deceit, lies.
Who's tale is it of?
No one else but my own.
In the the distant cor-
ner of the darkness. I hear
a familiar song.
It's tune reminisc-
ent of a past long ago. En-
voking memories.
What memories you
may ask? they are of you.
Unforgettable.
You who stole my heart.
As well break it. My soul
crushed and torn. Nothing left
remains now. Every-
thing seems so empty. Then I remember something.
That song playing in
the background. It's a love song.
The last love song we'll ever hear
on this planet.

The last poem is by far one of my least favorites: 1. The title is too much like one of my favorite animes, perhaps may even be it. 2. The I hated using hyphenations, but I had to follow a syllable scheme. My untitled poem I wrote on a whim one day, but I was definitely thinking of her and I was listening to too much FLOW. Goodbye is just meh too me, I didn't like it too much, but I didn't hate it.

I just found this today, it seems really quite interesting, I think I will keep an eye on this, and even throw in some of my own poems, heres two of them right now.

This one is a haiku that kinda scared my english teacher sophmore year.

The blade running through,
The blood trickling down the sword,
that last final breath.

Heres the other, I warn you, its the first one in a feew months.

As the rose rests,
under the cresent moon,
and the stars fly over head.
I stare off,
my mind a forever
flowing river,
into eternal
forever beyond.

There we go, well, got time for another old one of mine, lets se if I can remember it correctly.

That simple word,
it may send a man to his death,
or resurect him.
Create a war,
or even stop it.

This simple word
I cannot explain
It haunts me
burns inside.

I run
and yet cannot escape.
It follows me
through endless time.

This simple word
An amazing emotion
It has no name
no description.

I simply know it
by the fealing deep inside
it will save me
I call it
Love.

Not exactly the same as its original... Okay nothing alike, but still, I will find my old books, and through some more old ones, as well as knew ones. I will also go back and read some of the poems that are already on here.

Tommy Lee Groshong

Oh, I like your last one. It flows really well, and the message is really evident, and the things you say are truth.
I don't feel like posting anything atm, because I haven't written anything new. If anyone wants to see my poems, visit my topic. It's around here.

The old not so prog prog song goes there's someone in my head but it's not me
Well, staying up till now isn't helping me, and midnight noises that I hear are bouche,
Is it to spite myself, my classes, or is it plain stupid?
I've got a mind to never settle this for now.
And for what?
Heavy eyelids, but not as heavy as a brick
Lack of attention span, but I'm not the only one,
For information? Or just plain stupidity?
This is midnight talking, it's not me.

Yay, this took me aout two days to come up with, and it still feels unfinished. If anyone wants to add to it, go ahead, but here is the original.

LOST

Watch as the bright sky fades away
as darkness surounds
and the shadows blend with light.
I stand caught by change
chaos my throne
insanity my sanctuary.
I watch as my mind unfolds.
What is happening?
Am I no longer?
The darkness winds around me
its cold embrace comforts
I fall to darkness
as my light fades to madness.

IT STILL FEELS UNFINISHED!!!!!

A bit of a bump here, but I was wondering if any of you actually read poetry (I mean from established poets like Edgar Allen Poe, Chesterton, Burns, or some such), aside from just writing it? I admit I don't read too much, though I do have an old college text book my sister got at her campus's "rummage sale" that I glimpse through from time to time (it has Tennyson, among others, in it). But, I don't actually read it too often (other than ones posted on the net). It probably shows, too, but...>.o. I never really got into reading it, just writing it.

So yeah. This is a poetry discussion/sharing topic, so I thought I'd ask if any of you actually read poetry. If you do, which are your favorites? Least favorites?

I read a bit for college, such as Chaucer, John Donne, Thomas Wyatt, Sir Philip Sidney etc. As for favourites, I don't really have favourites as I am compelled to read these. But there is a line in one of Wyatt's poems that I liked:

Since in a net I seek to hold the wind

My love and admiration for T.S. Eliot will remain perpetual, as far as poetry goes, but I really enjoy alot of spoken word that's out there as well. Favorites like Henry Rollins and Sage Francis are relentlessly evocative. I'm easily enticed by many of the sociopolitical outspokens, and Rollins has released numerous written and spoken work through his own publication, outside of his political compass, that are fiercely introspective.

A few friends have recommended Kurt Vonnegut to me, currently my active hunt.

I don't really read it at all. I have read a couple of Poe's, but that is it. Besides that, I find the interest in creating your own. In the end, it depends on why you write it. I write as a way express how a feel in the instant, and the inspiration hits me than. Besides that, I don't really write it all that often.