Poetry Corner

[Godzilla2000]

I tried to see if there was an already existing thread for this, but the search engine seems to be giving me issues. So for the sake of starting anew and not necromancing a previous thread I've started my own.

Anyays these words just popped into my head at about 2 A.M. this morning. Creatively speaking this is coming from a male point of view I suppose as I feel these words are more appropriate for that gender than my own.

You're so beautiful it's true
But no matter what I do
I just can't shake the feeling in me
That there are so many things inside of you I can't see
Bubbling beneath the surface of your skin
Are many thoughts filled with sin

I know that I love you
But I don't know what to do
Because in your eyes I can see
That there is a hidden jealousy
Of all the things I'm meant to be
And it fills the heart of me
With a pain you cannot see

And now all I've found is broken trust
All of my feelings have turned to dust
I'm set adrift in a vast sea
Of betrayal and fallacy
Now I refuse to live this lie you deny
And for the sake of both of us we must say goodbye

 

[Hotwire]

I adapted a quote into this poem I read to my wife when I proposed to her.

For of all sad words, of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these, "It might have been."
In these words, I now believe,
So for you, I shall no longer grieve.
I'll take this chance, this, leap of faith,
For I am possessed of Romeo's wraith.
So wish I might, which I may,
That you, my love, say, "Yes," this day.

 

[DarkSovereignty]

wrote this back in my first year of high school (i think), i always really liked it.

Spoiler

The Dreaming

Labor in torrents, befall’ in turmoil,
Sweat, blood and tears dampen the soil,
Hour on hour, each thrice as long,
Iron sands of time drag ever on.
The veil of night begins to fall,
And nightingales sound their sweet call
But in sweet serenity grief ever lurks,
Like a crystal clear lake poisoned in murk.
To my disillusioned home in reluctance I go,
With feelings of longing for the cold touch of snow.
In my door way I stand, on the floor shadow cast,
“I have reached my sweet sanctuary at last”
With angst in my heart but lead in my soles,
My longing burns like black ember coals
I stalk ever so slowly toward my bed,
With thoughts of long slumber within my head,
I lay down to rest, sullen eyes streaming,
And I slowly but surely enter The Dreaming.

Walking the winding path spirit strode,
Shackles of reality begin to corrode.
Taken in haste to a land of slumber,
Into a dream of quixotic wonder.
High in a castle my Dreaming self hails
As king I rule over this land of tales
With servants at ready, and gallant knights true,
My disciples kneel when respect is due.
All can happen, in this land of mine,
The truest bliss for me to find.
But this bliss, it lasts long not,
As the rising sun starts burning hot
My eyes come to light, my body shaking,
When I realize I have entered the waking

 

[Godzilla2000]

I adapted a quote into this poem I read to my wife when I proposed to her.

For of all sad words, of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these, "It might have been."
In these words, I now believe,
So for you, I shall no longer grieve.
I'll take this chance, this, leap of faith,
For I am possessed of Romeo's wraith.
So wish I might, which I may,
That you, my love, say, "Yes," this day.

Oh! I love it! Your words are so romantic and carefully thought out! Your wife is just too lucky!

wrote this back in my first year of high school (i think), i always really liked it.

Spoiler

The Dreaming

Labor in torrents, befall’ in turmoil,
Sweat, blood and tears dampen the soil,
Hour on hour, each thrice as long,
Iron sands of time drag ever on.
The veil of night begins to fall,
And nightingales sound their sweet call
But in sweet serenity grief ever lurks,
Like a crystal clear lake poisoned in murk.
To my disillusioned home in reluctance I go,
With feelings of longing for the cold touch of snow.
In my door way I stand, on the floor shadow cast,
“I have reached my sweet sanctuary at last”
With angst in my heart but lead in my soles,
My longing burns like black ember coals
I stalk ever so slowly toward my bed,
With thoughts of long slumber within my head,
I lay down to rest, sullen eyes streaming,
And I slowly but surely enter The Dreaming.

Walking the winding path spirit strode,
Shackles of reality begin to corrode.
Taken in haste to a land of slumber,
Into a dream of quixotic wonder.
High in a castle my Dreaming self hails
As king I rule over this land of tales
With servants at ready, and gallant knights true,
My disciples kneel when respect is due.
All can happen, in this land of mine,
The truest bliss for me to find.
But this bliss, it lasts long not,
As the rising sun starts burning hot
My eyes come to light, my body shaking,
When I realize I have entered the waking

That is such a well crafted poem for it being the work of a High School student. I have to confess I'm better at prose than poetry. I just felt compelled to jot down what I did because I didn't want to forget them.

 

[Rocketman]

I wrote this a year ago.

Sister Break Fish Tank
(by Rocketman)

Night club, rub-a-dub,
she's under the influence
of drumbeat, purple feet
under lights and fog.
Boom boom dat sit boom.
Little fishies swim next to her
in a big tank, confused
of where to go in a sarcastic sea
of vibrating ripples from the
thump-thumping of bass,
loud and inside her.
She sees them as cruel decoration.

Rhythm moves her, fishies move her,
running on electricity and X.
She's a soul sister, transistor,
can't resist her.
She's thinking about her self,
about how she's cruel decoration.
Guy screams in her ear
Can-I-buy-you-a-drink,
followed by intense conversation
leading to Yes-but-who-are-you-really.
She says her profile has a list of favorite
movies, music, activities, quotes, et cetera.
Yes-but-who-are-you-really.

Some people are lost in a sea of confusion,
but at least they can keep swimming
to new places, new faces.
She's lost in a fish tank with glass walls,
and she can see where she wants to be,
but she can't break the wall.
She doesn't know what to do
because all she's doing is moving
through moving liquid, vibrating, rippling,
sweat, pulse, waves, dream.

She grabs a stool at the bar
and slams it against the fish tank,
shattering it, and cold, pure, blue
pours out, drenching feet, techno drumbeat
continues, and now she's the only one dancing, free.
Boom sit dat sit boom sit dat sit boom.

 

[Hotwire]

Oh! I love it! Your words are so romantic and carefully thought out! Your wife is just too lucky!

Thanks!

 

[Alistair]

I'll take a stab at it, and no title.


Just tell me there is -
A rhyme or a reason,
For calling me a liar,
Waiting for eternity,
In what you conspire
By calling me a fool,
But we must go on,
Like changing of the seasons

“It is hard to remember,
And to forget, as we fall -
To our intertwined fate,
Lying within the shadows
Destiny that we create”

A created solitude,
By chasing a dream
Of a haunted past,
Lying broken hearted,
Upon the autumn hills
With a shattered mind,
Is ever so hard to forget,
Your cold hearted scheme

“Refrain”

Just tell me there is –
Reason for calling me a liar,
When you’re the deceiver,
Maybe I’m the fool,
With the broken mind
As memories are,
So hard to forget…
In what the psyche desires…

 

[jaymes_e06]

Seems like this is the newest poetry thread I could find so heres mine.

Untouchable

I know what it's like to be "untouchable"
And I see it in you
I know what it's like to be unloveable
And can relate to every shade of your blue
I know what it's like to to feel alone
And I feel sincerely for you
Always looking to the past
Love being always just out of grasp
Never able to press undo
I know how it feels to be "untouchable"
But I'm touched by you

 

[Immortalfire]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If something smells bad, it's gotta be you.

 

[Sensi]

Seems like this is the newest poetry thread I could find so heres mine.

Untouchable

I know what it's like to be "untouchable"
And I see it in you
I know what it's like to be unloveable
And can relate to every shade of your blue
I know what it's like to to feel alone
And I feel sincerely for you
Always looking to the past
Love being always just out of grasp
Never able to press undo
I know how it feels to be "untouchable"
But I'm touched by you

That's beautiful.

 

[jaymes_e06]

Thank you Sensi. What a nice thing to say.

I made it in response to seeing this gif.

It really inspired me the poem took about 8 mins to make. So weird what can inspire you.

 

[Sensi]

You should write more.

 

[jaymes_e06]

thank you.

I write often. That was by far the newest though. Here's another older one:

The Writer’s Muse

Reserved away you stay in the back of a hollow mind,
Waiting to unlock the secrets that one thought dead
Divinely inspiring a power we thought we would never find,
As we sprint over every hurdle with our thoughts placed in lead
This is not for us to understand but for you with your white wings like birds,
You cascade on us a slew of heavenly light we put on our page
Lead us to your glory, hallowed are your words,
For this war we are now winning and so we wage
You are our God among insects an angel among men,
Your invisible finger pointing down compelling us to conceive,
Because it is you who are the creator, the stator, the one with the pen,
And we break not for the stars themselves, for we believe

 

[Sensi]

Very nice. I think poetry is a beautiful form of expression.

 

[jaymes_e06]

Absolutely. So cathartic and freeing.

Sensi do you have any? I'd love to see your work.

 

[Sensi]

I haven't written any in a long time now. I love reading it though.

 

[Athena Grimm]

I know what it's like to be "untouchable"
And I see it in you
I know what it's like to be unloveable
And can relate to every shade of your blue
I know what it's like to to feel alone
And I feel sincerely for you
Always looking to the past
Love being always just out of grasp
Never able to press undo
I know how it feels to be "untouchable"
But I'm touched by you

That's beautiful. Very deep and it sympathizes with the reader. The kind of poem that can touch someone who reads it. And maybe suggest they're not so untouchable, after all.

I really like it. You should write more!

 

[jaymes_e06]

Wow thank you Athena! That was so spur of the moment (as it usually is) it's almost like I had nothing to do with writing it. Hence my "Muse" poem. But I'll try to get inspired soon as it's always nice to get these thoughts out into the world.