forze
03-25-2011, 08:21 AM
hello fellow compatriots of the universe. iv lately been overwhelmed by an infatuation for language. so far iv vented this ever intensifying obsession through unhealthily excessive amounts of reading, but my lecherous craving still grows in influence and today impelled me to write a first modest attept at a poem. i am really quite new to literature and so should (i think) be forgiven for my ignorance (unless i am ignorant beyond reason but i dont think i am though i spose its possible, but im tired and cant tell) just hopin for som critique for my poem so i know if im doin anythin wrong or ect and i know poetry like most literature tends to vary in objective valuation, but what are som pitfalls? how to make it better? were have i gone wrong? are there any other poems which are similar to mine i can learn from? what are the main problems with it? anyway i wont ramble. this is my introduction to the forum and let me thank in advance anyone who might like to impart some advice on the subject. Thank you! any way, heres my first poem:hurray:
To sully hopes which warm my path
And shade the light in which I bath
Beneath the leaves of lofty trees
Who’s looming virtue sacred seems
My humble grip will grasp their vines
Alive with thirst for meaning climb
But soon earth’s cries convince me down
Pleas for debate with feet on ground
But seeking promised truths above
Will not descend for lust or love
For solace lies not in learned truth
But in the act of truths pursuit
With care my clumsy hands now wield
The weapons of our world of words
In search of truth troops track the field
But yield some concepts quite absurd
For youthful minds in aimless travel
Settle now in nameless lands
With unseen secrets to unravel
Though her gravel trod to sands
The lustrous shine of future glory
Gilds the moment from afar
In its light he writes a story
Of his journey on its path
To sully hopes which warm my path
And shade the light in which I bath
Beneath the leaves of lofty trees
Who’s looming virtue sacred seems
My humble grip will grasp their vines
Alive with thirst for meaning climb
But soon earth’s cries convince me down
Pleas for debate with feet on ground
But seeking promised truths above
Will not descend for lust or love
For solace lies not in learned truth
But in the act of truths pursuit
With care my clumsy hands now wield
The weapons of our world of words
In search of truth troops track the field
But yield some concepts quite absurd
For youthful minds in aimless travel
Settle now in nameless lands
With unseen secrets to unravel
Though her gravel trod to sands
The lustrous shine of future glory
Gilds the moment from afar
In its light he writes a story
Of his journey on its path