Page 1 of 25 12345611 ... LastLast
Results 1 to 15 of 362

Thread: Your Favorite Poems from fellow Lit-Netters

  1. #1
    Left 4evr Adolescent09's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2006
    Posts
    1,390
    Blog Entries
    14

    Your Favorite Poems from fellow Lit-Netters

    Hello everyone and thank you for taking the time to view this.. I have undergone the liberty of posting this potentially interesting and immersive topic to praise a select few of the many poems in the Personal Poetry section which have drifted by into the furthest pages of time unnoticed and unappreciated. Several and even most authors of these great poems have discontinued their participation on the forums due to recieving little if not any recognition and although trying to bring them and their great talent back to the forum would be a futile proposition, I would like to post some of their works which have engaged me in endless ponder and admiration.. Please note that this topic does not pose as an accusation against any individual forumgoer here; nor am I endeavoring to give any segmented attention to myself or the author of any poem I display and extol in this topic. I have considered how busy the lives of lit-netters are and have taken into account that a lot of people here have better things to do than stick around the Personal Poetry section to read every little stanza churned by every other forumgoer. I am just as considerate as the next rational being.

    Hence without further rambling along with my boring, lengthy and pretentious sentences I will let my impartial side choose the poetry which has piqued my interest and influenced me the most.

    I would like you other Lit Netters to do the same by going here. Whether it be work(s) produced just a few seconds ago or years back when this forum came into existence at around the 93rd page, I would like to see it posted here. However you pick the poems written by fellow lit-netters that interest you, I don't want your choosings to be based on favoritism..

    For instance: OMG this poem was written by KennyDragon88. He's my best friend and he's so cool so let me just post his poem and maybe he'll post one of mine!!!11

    I wouldn't really like to see that..

    Ok so it's really time for me to shutup.. Here are a few poems that have really struck me:

    Quote Originally Posted by Sindhu
    Humpty Dumpty

    Yet another journey
    And one more bit of me left behind.
    Glazier, in your rubbish bin
    Are there no cracked mirrors
    To reflect me as I am?
    And allow me somehow to carry around
    The pieces I can’t pack in suitcases?
    -Sindhu
    Quote Originally Posted by Liina

    From North to South

    From north to south

    Cold and moveless
    far-away Northland.
    Below ancient permafrost
    veins of life are throbbing
    but they have been forgotten.

    The ice....
    covering everything.
    The water, the earth, the air...
    Large open ice fields
    that are under the shield of ice.
    Sources of life are trying,
    trying very hard
    yet they are frozen,
    wrapped by ice
    and the life will fade
    waiting for warmth
    that is not coming.

    Cold...ice....
    Snow...falling from the sky
    and crystallizing.
    Coming down
    on a frosty ground.
    Soft....white...
    Cold.
    Descending from the sky
    so grey and cloudy...
    There are no colours.
    The sun is pale,
    like a dispersed spot
    watching the colourless world.
    It is like a distant star
    that doesn`t give light
    or heat.
    Like Sirius
    or the North Star.

    North....
    Northern sun...
    Northern lights....
    Flashing in the darkest night,
    in an eternal night...in a polar night.
    Showing a colourful light....
    the only light...
    The cold light.
    Stars among northern lights.
    Shining...
    Like the sun
    that doesn`t give any heat.
    Beautiful....like eyes
    looking down
    at the cold land.
    The land is resting,
    resting of life.
    Peace, quiet....
    Cold.

    Lonely but peaceful.
    No confusion.....
    no thoughts
    because the air is frozen
    and doesn`t move anything.
    The wind is just an ice crystal..

    Frozen soul, mind, heart
    like the Northern Maiden has
    whose heart`s shield of ice
    even Väinamöinen`s song couldn`t break.
    Like the Queen of Ice
    whose soul is cold
    but who is powerful.
    Noone can beat her.
    Powerful emptyness
    wrapped by icy air.
    Peace...quietness...
    Stability. There`s no storm
    That could conquer the ice.
    There is no confusion. Tranquility
    reaching over endless snow fields.
    Cold.

    Suddenly
    a lonely ray of light
    has found the way into invisible
    yet existing crack
    in invincible shield of ice.
    So insignificant
    yet its heat
    melted the ice.
    The crack widened.
    Gentle warmth
    crept under the ice
    warming the sources of life
    and making them alive.
    More and more cracks...
    more rays...
    less cold.....
    less ice.
    Melting the earth
    and making the juices of life flow
    that had been waiting so long,
    hidden beneath the ice.

    The water is flowing.
    Slowly at first,
    then faster, stronger
    breaking the ice
    and changing the face of the North.
    Fading clouds
    in the blue sky.
    Colours. Bright colours
    in the sky and on the earth.
    Storm. Water raging
    and sweeping the last large chunks of ice
    that will disappear soon.
    The golden sun
    shining in the blue sky.
    Plants springing.
    Rain. Storm. Turmoil.
    Confusion which did not exist in the cold.
    Instability.

    Life.....Bubbling life
    Obligations.
    Obligation to notice the storm
    because it would be impossible not to.
    Warm...hot...burning...
    How to get away?
    Panic!
    There`s no way out. Must notice.
    Must be.

    The world has been unsettled.
    There is no peace, no quiet.
    Would like to go back....
    back to the cold northland
    where was the power. Control.
    Longing...
    Longing for frostiness and the silver shield.
    Longing for the Northland....
    If there hadn`t been that first ray
    that seemed so meaningless
    yet it was fatal.

    Hope...
    Where is hope?
    The hope melted with the ice
    leaving behind confusion.
    An awful confusion...
    Quote Originally Posted by Gao An
    The Quiet Night

    Too far from the noise to the silence.
    You bring the sample back,
    But it can not be accurately analysed.
    In the most time,
    You were the sand beach
    Which was submerged by the sea tide
    Then exposed
    Again and again.
    The starlight with mother's patience
    Softly washed the sand and the stones
    And guarded you in the edge of the bed
    When you were in the dream.
    The sharp tsunami Cut scar
    In the deep layer of the sand beach,
    Which couldn't be washed off
    Like the harm inside of the crystal lattice


    You sometimes were a standing pedestrian,
    You strode under the moonlight
    without the footsteps.
    Somestimes you hid in the shrubbery
    And looked at the white sky above the head.
    One person by yourself quietly entered into the temple
    And listened to the sound from Heaven.
    The day is the wildness,
    The night is a room,
    Stepping into the door of the dusk
    You were changed into a shadow from an entity.
    In the corner of the walls without the light,
    You disappeared.

    The hands of a clock in the midnight are moving,
    Who is knocking the door inside of the clock?
    The echoes reflect in the wildness.
    You discover that
    The scenes passed through
    Become the dreamland in a flash.
    Note to the Moderators and Admins...: I hope this topic doesnt go against any of the rules as I have read them all and have deliberated for some time now whether I should go along with posting this at all.. After thinking about posting this in the personal poetry section I realized that it was only meant for personal poetry and since this topic involves discussion surrounding other poetry I thought it would be more fitting to place it here since this topic is all about people who paint with words and the works that they create. I really think this topic could be grounds for some interesting, unbiased opinion on works that really deserve it.


    If this topic goes against anything.. I'm sorry. But until then... Please people.. reply and post your faves from fellow Lits!!
    Last edited by Adolescent09; 07-02-2007 at 01:16 AM.
    My hide hides the heart inside

  2. #2
    Ditsy Pixie Niamh's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Location
    Marino, Dublin, Ireland
    Posts
    14,243
    Blog Entries
    118
    really good idea Adol! Great way to show our fellow litnetters what we think of there work. Heres a couple that i really like!
    this ones Pendragons
    Echoes From the Edge: Guilt

    They never call, they never write,
    The just assume “Hey, he’s all right!”
    And “Besides, he’s not our problem, anyways!”
    He tries. Sometimes he cries,
    He says he’ll be glad when he dies—
    It’s hell just to make it through another day.
    They never write, they never call,
    He wonders if they even think about him at all—
    He bites his lips and tries hard to be brave.
    So strange how the time makes the seasons fly,
    And how often they make time to drop by—
    The flowers always look so lovely on a grave…

    D.L. Harris
    © 7/26/96
    Mir

    I sold my life on Ebay
    But nobody would bid
    I put me up for 50 cents,
    Shipping included.

    “Free slave for life!”
    The banner said,
    “Great deal! All limbs,
    A mind, a head!
    We’ll even throw in –
    Wholly free! –
    A sparkling personality!
    Need a helper,
    Need a friend?
    Here’s one on whom
    You can depend.
    Money buys you
    Love for life!
    She cooks! She cleans!
    A wholesale wife!”

    The auction stood
    For seven days
    No reserve price,
    Or shipping plays
    I checked for bids
    To claim the thing
    Sitting in
    My packaging.
    At last PayPal
    Gave me the news:
    Ten minutes left –
    Now three, now two!
    This life rose to
    The list’s top place
    As seconds beat
    My heart’s quick pace.
    With only moments
    Left to spare
    The bubble wrap
    Caught at my hair;
    Styrofoam peanuts
    Blocked my view
    But when I sold,
    I somehow knew.

    So here and now
    I live my life
    Not as helper,
    Not as wife
    But happy, because of
    That day
    When I bought myself
    On Ebay.
    and Princemyshkins one posted yesterday

    The world will never have had
    its fill of poetry.
    When the last priest
    is preaching the last
    perfectly symmetrical sermon
    to the last parishioner
    poets will still be rhyming
    lust and anarchy and
    joy--the holiness of life
    without God or politics.
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

    "If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
    Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer


    my poems-please comment Forum Rules

  3. #3
    Not politically correct Pendragon's Avatar
    Join Date
    Aug 2005
    Location
    Blue Ridge Mountains, SW VA
    Posts
    21,240
    Blog Entries
    133
    Indeed. A wonderful ideed.

    DebrahSue
    Dungeons, Dragon's & The Phantom's Lair...


    Dungeons and Dragons!
    Ha! Let them beware...
    Dungeons of Black despair...
    The Prisons of our Minds...
    If you Dare...
    Come down to the Lair...
    Leave all thoughts of the world you knew behind...
    Angels of Music, Angels in Hell...
    Opera Ghosts and Phantoms dwell.
    The Ladies and Mistresses, Keepers and Guardians of The Phantom's Secret Fire...
    Pursued relentlessly by the Twin Dragons of Passion...'True Love' and 'Lustful Desire'
    In this fantasy your roles are quite clear...
    for the Phantom's Music and the Angel's voice are all that you hear.
    The Ladies of the Lair
    Our Dark Angel takes care...
    And in return...
    We shelter and love the child in Erik, in whose heart Beauty does burn.
    Role playing fun?
    With our beloved Phantom?
    Yes!....just a fantasy deem...
    No more...No less...
    But here I digress...
    'Is all that we seem, or dream...
    A dream within a dream?'... I guess!
    Triskele
    Echoes from the Edge: Love of Life

    Tiptoes dance ever onward
    Flickers of light, thought, love
    Free eagles wings carry on
    Leaving the heavy heart, alone
    With its desperate loathing
    Heartbeats in the dunes of Eden
    Leave the guilt of past behind
    Back with the sin of now, far away
    Their presence demands answers
    But weighted queries fade
    Questions remain as mere whispers
    To be dashed, on the lilting rocks
    Of heavens bright chorus
    Mother Hubbard
    Strong As Clay

    What do you see before you?
    Am I a workhorse that tends your home,
    serving meals and scrubbing surfaces until they gleam?
    Maybe you see the Madonna,
    babe at breast, nourish and comfort - maternal.
    Or perhaps a great pillar
    ready to bear more? Just cast it upon me.

    A great many things stand here.
    I have found my purpose,
    my passion,
    my strength.
    I answer to many names.
    I am more than I expected I would be,
    but my feet are still made of clay
    Pen

    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

  4. #4
    solid motherhubbard's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2007
    Posts
    3,574
    Blog Entries
    157
    Pen, thank you. Wow

  5. #5
    Left 4evr Adolescent09's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2006
    Posts
    1,390
    Blog Entries
    14
    Man, I love everything Triskele does. That kid's brilliant.
    My hide hides the heart inside

  6. #6
    Left 4evr Adolescent09's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2006
    Posts
    1,390
    Blog Entries
    14
    Countess is another great poet.. and writer for that matter.:

    Quote Originally Posted by Countess

    Feral Princess

    Gray met gray on that misty morn
    On the embattled fields of Ocracoke isle
    As two Shetlands roamed their Shakleford Banks
    In the shadow of a Silver Lake.

    When Spirit joined in the famed Merlin
    The two made four and four made eight
    Till the salt earth quaked a hundred strong
    In the shadow of a Lookout Cape.

    But on that morn another mustang joined,
    A finer stallion with a swarthy mane
    A majestic steed that danced and preened
    A glorious gait untrained.

    He danced and preened like the Shadowfax King!
    Till the crowd arose with glee
    And Shackleford shook with astonished delight
    as Arod bowed graciously.

    For a brief moment in time
    it seemed his eye met mine,
    then he vanished as he came,
    And I thought “Tis right
    he’s left alone for such beauty
    remain best untamed.”

    On misty morns
    Remembrance reminds
    Of that place where
    The horses run free,
    Of this imperial prince’s
    Flaunty show prance,
    and I smile to myself gratefully
    Vhaney is great as well. I don't think I've seen her recently though..

    Quote Originally Posted by Vhaney
    Trepidatious

    Clouds

    Clouds move across the palette of blue like dreams in my mind
    Wind unseen driving
    Changing form
    Going from whence to where days are ever lined
    With color and life and love not blind
    They slowly trace their path under the sun
    Moving together
    Separate, yet connected as if one
    Moody and dark at times
    Other times brilliant with gold
    Pouring out their tears
    Below where others might know
    That somewhere above
    Moves life
    Thoughts move across the palette of blue in my heart sending
    Like brush strokes
    On Vincent’s canvas
    A Starry Night of contemplation and of questions never ending
    With answers that elude reason
    I think only for a season
    Wherein life drives upon the shore of my being and leaves it bending
    Not broken
    Yet changing form
    My hide hides the heart inside

  7. #7
    Metamorphosing Pensive's Avatar
    Join Date
    Aug 2005
    Location
    Neverland
    Posts
    10,586
    What an interesting thread!

    World of shadows

    Sun is terrible
    and so is the moon,
    terrible and beautiful.
    They shine
    with a bliss divine,
    that is not from this world,
    not from the world of shadows,
    not from the world of mine.

    My world is just shadows,
    faint and illusionary, no truth,
    whatsoever,
    no light,
    whatsoever,
    no love,
    whatsoever,
    no life.
    Just death,
    just sorrows,
    just lies,
    just shadows,
    just me,
    forbidden to breathe,
    forbidden to drink,
    forbidden to hear
    forbidden to see,
    forbidden to write,
    forbidden to feel,
    forbidden to live,
    forbidden to love,
    forbidden to dream,
    forbidden.

    But I breathe.
    The air I breathe
    is raven-black with all
    the misery of the world.
    Raven-black,
    raven of death and sorrow,
    raven of war and tears,
    but still I breathe.

    But I drink,
    and all I can drink is dust,
    dust and shadows,
    deep shadows,
    heavy with sorro w and blood,
    thick and dark blood.
    There is no wine nor water,
    no clear and pure water,
    nor wine that’s dark as Homer’s sea,
    just shadows,
    deep and dark shadows,
    but I drink.

    But I hear,
    hear the crying of all world,
    hear the cries of death and pain,
    cries overrun with shadows,
    thick and dumb shadows,
    no music in my world,
    just silence,
    silence of the lambs,
    silence of the innocents,
    silence of the world,
    silence of death,
    crying silence,
    silence full of pain,
    of loud and soundless pain,
    but still I hear.

    But I see,
    see the shadows,
    see the darkness,
    see the pain,
    and do nothing,
    just watch,
    silently,
    without a word,
    doing nothing.
    Shadows cannot do anything,
    immaterial,
    bodyless,
    soundless,
    heartless.
    Go through shadow,
    it’s defenceless,
    it has no freedom,
    it is cursed,
    I am cursed,
    but still I see.

    But I write,
    write dark tunes,
    write with shadows,
    write with blood,
    I have got no ink,
    all my soul’s just shadows.
    May you have ink,
    and light of mind to write.
    I have not,
    I am cursed,
    I write with blood and shadows,
    with big blobby letters,
    with darkness of mind,
    but I write.

    But I feel,
    feel the anger,
    running through me,
    like thick and fresh and warm and red blood,
    wonderful blood,
    blood of the dead,
    and of those who, alive
    walk on this land,
    on this dark and forbidden land,
    cursed land,
    land of the shadows,
    and darkness,
    but still I feel.

    But I live,
    live the life of the cursed,
    live the life of the sorrowful,
    sorrowful and sad and cursed.
    Everything I touch,
    becomes cursed.
    Gold of love,
    changes in my hands.
    Changes into lead,
    lead of jealousy,
    Silver of wisdom,
    metamorphoses,
    into worthless trash,
    trash of ignorance.
    Behold,
    all those, who rejoice.
    I will come,
    and take away your joy,
    and replace it with misery,
    misery and harm.
    Leave me alone,
    for I wish no harm,
    not the smallest of harms,
    for anybody.
    So leave me alone,
    leave me cursed,
    leave me forbidden,
    but leave me at peace,
    my dark and terrible peace,
    peace, that You’ll be unharmed,
    by me,
    by the curse I bear,
    by shadow I spread,
    by the shadow I am.
    Leave me my curse,
    for I know nothing of life,
    nothing of life without tears.
    My life is cursed,
    and forbidden and sorrowful,
    and I bring harm,
    but still I live.


    And I love!
    Behold, shadow loves,
    loves the flame that cast him,
    loves passionately,
    loves forever.
    Loves even after,
    after flame is dead,
    after fire has gone,
    after sun has failed,
    the flame and fire
    that cast him.
    Loves darkly,
    love tainted with fear and hate
    and sorrow,
    but not forgetfulness.
    For shado w is immortal.
    Day dies and reborns each day,
    but night is old,
    old as shadow,
    try to destroy it,
    try to wash it away,
    Wash with water,
    wash with blood,
    wash with pain,
    wash with death,
    it knows each of them,
    and will survive,
    and remember.
    Shadow remebers,
    remembers the light that once shone,
    and dreams of it.

    And I dream,
    dream of the flame,
    flame, that’s now just ashes,
    greyish-black ashes,
    greyish-black shadows,
    greyish-black darkness.
    I dream of a world,
    where flame is greater than shadow,
    where love is greater than sorrow,
    where light is greater than darkness,
    where life is greater than death.
    I dream,
    dream of illusionary world,
    impossible world,
    but my dreams are free,
    free from my curse,
    from my omnipresent curse,
    free.

    In my dreams,
    I can be the sun.


    I dream.
    - Taliesin

    This was the first poem that I read on lit-net as far as I remember (or at least one of the first ones), and absolutely loved the tone of it.

    I sold my life on Ebay
    But nobody would bid
    I put me up for 50 cents,
    Shipping included.

    “Free slave for life!”
    The banner said,
    “Great deal! All limbs,
    A mind, a head!
    We’ll even throw in –
    Wholly free! –
    A sparkling personality!
    Need a helper,
    Need a friend?
    Here’s one on whom
    You can depend.
    Money buys you
    Love for life!
    She cooks! She cleans!
    A wholesale wife!”

    The auction stood
    For seven days
    No reserve price,
    Or shipping plays
    I checked for bids
    To claim the thing
    Sitting in
    My packaging.
    At last PayPal
    Gave me the news:
    Ten minutes left –
    Now three, now two!
    This life rose to
    The list’s top place
    As seconds beat
    My heart’s quick pace.
    With only moments
    Left to spare
    The bubble wrap
    Caught at my hair;
    Styrofoam peanuts
    Blocked my view
    But when I sold,
    I somehow knew.

    So here and now
    I live my life
    Not as helper,
    Not as wife
    But happy, because of
    That day
    When I bought myself
    On Ebay.
    - mir

    Another favourite of mine!

    Carpe Diem (Greet the Day)

    He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings
    And I rub my eyes and groan and grumble.
    But he shouts, "Hey, Dad! Let's do something!"

    He goes downstairs, and starts to sing,
    While wondering if I got any sleep for my clothes I fumble
    He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings
    He is off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!
    I rub my eyes, and stretch, yawn and stumble
    He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!

    Sighing inside, I try my best to keep up with his youthful days
    Mouth ever ready to shout, "Keep out of trouble!"
    But he shouts, "Hey Dad! Let's do something!"

    Ah, wretched time! What a curse the passing years bring!
    Now my son is the one watching a little one blow bubbles
    But I remember how he woke me up before the alarm clock rang!
    And shouted, "Hey, Dad! Let's do something!"
    - Pendragon

    Absolutely love this one!

    ---

    I have come across some other interesting poems as well in these two years, but can't remember them at the moment.
    Last edited by Pensive; 07-02-2007 at 02:57 PM.
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

  8. #8
    Left 4evr Adolescent09's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2006
    Posts
    1,390
    Blog Entries
    14
    I sold my life on Ebay
    But nobody would bid
    I put me up for 50 cents,
    Shipping included.

    “Free slave for life!”
    The banner said,
    “Great deal! All limbs,
    A mind, a head!
    We’ll even throw in –
    Wholly free! –
    A sparkling personality!
    Need a helper,
    Need a friend?
    Here’s one on whom
    You can depend.
    Money buys you
    Love for life!
    She cooks! She cleans!
    A wholesale wife!”

    The auction stood
    For seven days
    No reserve price,
    Or shipping plays
    I checked for bids
    To claim the thing
    Sitting in
    My packaging.
    At last PayPal
    Gave me the news:
    Ten minutes left –
    Now three, now two!
    This life rose to
    The list’s top place
    As seconds beat
    My heart’s quick pace.
    With only moments
    Left to spare
    The bubble wrap
    Caught at my hair;
    Styrofoam peanuts
    Blocked my view
    But when I sold,
    I somehow knew.

    So here and now
    I live my life
    Not as helper,
    Not as wife
    But happy, because of
    That day
    When I bought myself
    On Ebay.
    My.. Mir's poem sure is fascinating.. To think it's been posted twice already and this topic has barely even begun! Amazing..
    My hide hides the heart inside

  9. #9
    Ditsy Pixie Niamh's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Location
    Marino, Dublin, Ireland
    Posts
    14,243
    Blog Entries
    118
    that was one of the first i read here as well and i was in tears from laughing! brilliant but like pensive it took me a while to find again. think it was page 25 in personal poetry.
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

    "If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
    Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer


    my poems-please comment Forum Rules

  10. #10
    Left 4evr Adolescent09's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2006
    Posts
    1,390
    Blog Entries
    14
    I find it far more profound than just simply comical. It's a truly great piece. It is also great how different people think though, because while you found it hilarious I thought it surreal and authentic. This really shows how different people think!
    My hide hides the heart inside

  11. #11
    Ditsy Pixie Niamh's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Location
    Marino, Dublin, Ireland
    Posts
    14,243
    Blog Entries
    118
    I know what you mean! What really mad it funny for me( in a surreal way) was that all i could see in my mind was mir sitting in a box, wrapped up in bubble wrap and eagerly whating a computer!
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

    "If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
    Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer


    my poems-please comment Forum Rules

  12. #12
    Registered User
    Join Date
    Mar 2007
    Posts
    201
    Any one who knows me even a little would know how much I'm blown away by this poem...I Love It....thank you Motherhubbard!
    Quote Originally Posted by motherhubbard View Post
    This is my 7th poem. I wonder how many one must write to be any good...


    Fear and desire

    Where does this creeping fear come from,
    and why does my heart pound so?

    I feel your presence wrapping around me
    like a warm, velvety cloak.

    But, I am not comforted by your touch.
    I find no peace in you.

    I flinch, my mind recoils, my eyes dart for shelter.
    Still, I want you to come closer - to speak to me, touch me.

    I press in to inhale your musky sent,
    although the thickness of your breath is suffocating,

    I am held by some mysterious
    compelling force, and the pull grows stronger

    There is nothing of me left that is visible to the naked eye.
    I am encompassed and long for more

    Caught, I am caught. I can not get enough.
    If there were an escape, I would no longer take it.

    Who will save me from drowning in this corrupt desire?
    You nor I have the power.

  13. #13
    Ditsy Pixie Niamh's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Location
    Marino, Dublin, Ireland
    Posts
    14,243
    Blog Entries
    118
    i also vito that poem Debrasue!

    Heres another one i really liked! Its by lilly adams.


    Hark, turn your face upward to the night sky
    which Nyx has spread her dark torn wings across.
    The tears reveal glowing orbs up so high
    and they shine brightly for the daytime's loss.*
    Look closely and see the clusters of light
    turn into a stunning great galaxy.
    Softly fall upon your face stardust might
    as the glowing stars sway and dance lightly.
    Glowing blues, yellows, and reds leap as one
    and too soon sadly must shrink and decease.
    Mourn not: those cherished orbs are not done:
    they shall return to shower Earth with peace.
    For every death oh so grevious
    a re-birth occurs which is glorious.
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

    "If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
    Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer


    my poems-please comment Forum Rules

  14. #14
    veni vidi vixi Bakiryu's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2007
    Location
    Rolling and tumbling
    Posts
    5,398
    Blog Entries
    1
    I love these:

    Quote Originally Posted by the silent x View Post
    The Living Ghost

    All alone in a crowded room,
    Isolated by all
    Accepting his doom
    Multiple acquaintances, short and tall
    Look through him like at a ghost
    Look through him at the wall
    Invisible in everyday apparel

    Refrain

    And every Friday night,
    He dresses black with a mask of night
    And as his gloved fingers dance
    Over guitar strings
    His sounds piercing like a lance
    He screams his hate and rage
    Through the speakers to the cheering throng
    And now he realizes
    He is still not seen

    During the intermission
    He undergoes fission
    The lead singer stays in back,
    While the person behind the mask
    Goes about a personal task
    Slipping silently through the crowd
    He knew he still had his invisibility shroud

    Refrain

    And every Friday night,
    He dresses black with a mask of night
    And as his gloved fingers dance
    Over guitar strings
    His sounds piercing like a lance
    He screams his hate and rage
    Through the speakers to the cheering throng
    And now he realizes
    He is still not seen

    He dons his face for the last time,
    Hiding his mask under it
    Upon leaving the stage his body collapses
    With a flutter of falling clothing
    His face and gloves fall away
    Revealing nothing
    Nothing to cast the slightest shadow


    The Unbridled Flood of Power
    I want strength
    I want fire to blossom in my hand
    I want power
    To turn my enemies to sand
    I want ferocity
    To instill fear, in those so weak to cause fear in me
    I want invincibility
    To bring out the best in me
    I want knowledge
    To keep many forces at bay
    I want stealth
    To assassinate my foes while they’re unwittingly
    Playing into my hand


    Because I am bound by unseen chains,
    twisting and tightening their grip around me
    they all seek to control me,
    why is their beast of burden me?
    All I know right now is,
    They fear me,
    with all sincerity
    they hate me
    they hate me
    and they want me to die
    but let me tell you what
    I’m am up here standing on this stage,
    Tearing apart these chains with my strength
    Burning them with my power
    Drowning them as the tidal waters flow
    With my phrases and metaphors so
    Suffocating them in their own literal inadequacy
    Speedily releasing my power into them
    that they might know how dangerous my weapons of war have become,
    burying them under any sort of literature possible.
    Undying,
    Much knowing,
    Forcing them forward their fear showing,
    Because there is a monster inside me,
    he is hibernating,
    waiting
    watching as I grow
    that one day my words will throw
    the world into a state of passion
    like a classical song
    rising,
    thrashing,
    pulling those from their seats that may be able to see colors unseen
    think in thoughts flowing through time that are too complex to be thought
    speak in tongues undying, yet still gone
    hear more than music,
    apply their full energy potential into that one part
    just before the crescendo
    when feelings run strong,
    swords, guns, and stones lie useless
    as the roaring tumult of undying power washes over them
    as if they would use all of their last energy to show what they hear
    to let the world feel their undaunted power
    so that the world will want what it cannot have
    to put everything they own into that last crescendo
    to hear
    to see
    to feel the music
    Shall these bones live?

  15. #15
    laudator temporis acti andave_ya's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jan 2007
    Location
    At the nearest library
    Posts
    2,489
    Blog Entries
    157

    This is a really cool thread!

    Deleted by request of author for publication purposes. Sorry all!
    Last edited by andave_ya; 07-06-2007 at 05:26 PM.
    "The time has come," the Walrus said,
    "To talk of many things:
    Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
    Of cabbages--and kings--
    And why the sea is boiling hot--
    And whether pigs have wings."

Page 1 of 25 12345611 ... LastLast

Similar Threads

  1. Favorite poem?
    By mike401 in forum Poems, Poets, and Poetry
    Replies: 716
    Last Post: 03-27-2018, 09:34 AM
  2. Which is your most favorite and least favorite language?
    By Fisherwoman in forum General Chat
    Replies: 73
    Last Post: 08-01-2013, 03:03 AM
  3. My Poems: anti-war, light verse, and about poetry.
    By SteveH in forum Personal Poetry
    Replies: 8
    Last Post: 05-22-2007, 05:49 AM
  4. Favorite Poems....
    By lukkiseven in forum Poems, Poets, and Poetry
    Replies: 12
    Last Post: 12-06-2006, 03:00 PM

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •