Post Your Poetry!

[arachnid-guy]

First off, I don't realllly know where this belongs. So, move if appropriate.

Basically, post your poetry here. That's it. Comment on others [please, constructive criticism].

I'll start, I guess.

The Dark Denizen

Upon the twilight heath,
Across the starry velvet
Invading the silent dream of sleepers
The creature ponders what to do,
Does it forsake itself and all around it?
Does it betray, dismember and burn its love?
Does it walk away from the trouble it has caused?

The creature flinches.

'We do not love you'

The words leave the denizen's pursed lips and
For the first time, the creature cries.

He has done wrong, he is sorry.

'I am sorry'

'Too late for that'

'I love you'

Life drains from the creature's cheeks.
Stars twinkle out of focus.

The denizen laughs
And the creature cries.

He has done wrong, he is sorry,
But he is not forgiven.

_________
​

The Dark Denizen is about responsibilities and how sometimes when you neglect your responsibilities...you ultimately will pay the price, you may not always be forgiven.

 

[Eggyman]

Here's one I came up with when I was ickle :

A mingy mangy mungle,
I'm so happy in teh jungle
Oh no no no!

 

[arachnid-guy]

Here's one I came up with when I was ickle :

A mingy mangy mungle,
I'm so happy in teh jungle
Oh no no no!

Aw, cute!

 

[Alpha and Omega]

The Secret that a Shadow Lies

People see the smile that deceives them everyday;
It leads them to believe life's untruths are okay.
When others follow, they gorge the source at bay,
And intoxicate themselves with what I've made today.

I wish to stop, but the stories are very good friends
They give me subjects who are a means to an end.
Day by day they can evolve into what I say is mine.
By the end, it's a tale with truth that's easy to find.

Some may see through the pores of a fabricated reality,
But their pleas are viewed as a traitor's neutrality.
Impulse fights logic for control of a thoughtful mind.
Fear's whisper can virtually scare both at any time.

Now and then, sanity will come out and play with me.
In the meantime, paranoia stalks my life, roots, and tree.
Can I really create something different from others?
Will they see the trick that is underneath one of the covers?

Can I say that I have a transcendant quality?
Or is my imagination tricking my inept brain's poverty?
Staring at the sand in the glass offers no immediate relief;
All know it's stealing something, but none can find the thief.

Desperation surrenders to complacent contentment,
as the answer I've created avoids the bitter sting of resentment.
I lie awake lying to myself through every thought,
When I know facts I've tried to hide and have fought.

Directly beneath a light, my influence comes back and I'm home;
This feeling is refreshing; it seems to be one I've known.
Noon is passing and soon my influence will depart from me.
I slip back into a dream that was what I wanted in a fantasy.

 

[Abaddon]

Once upon a midnight dreary
I could not stop for death
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep
put my soul to rest

 

[knowsbleed]

Oh man...I love your username (Alpha and Omega)...

but I don't. and I do. its conflicting.

 

[Alpha and Omega]

You should hate it; hatred is a good thing.

 

[The Original Bamfer]

Once upon a midnight dreary
I could not stop for death
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep
put my soul to rest

That'd be way better if it didn't rhyme.

Like...

Once upon a midnight dreary
I could not stop for death
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep
the apple is way too high... and slightly bruised.

 

[Abaddon]

it doesn't rhyme. you're ruining everything!

 

[Manic]

I'm going to subscribe to this thread and scan it every now and then to test a theory of mine:
No one really likes reading someone else's poetry, and the only people who talk a bunch about poetry are either English majors (who inherently love all forms of literature) or people who have poetry of their own to peddle. Poetry might just be the only form of literature that people with limited lingual skills think they can write.

Prove me wrong, Hypesters. Prove me wrong.

 

[Alpha and Omega]

Taste the Air of Betrayal​

I'm late for how I pay to exist in a place called 'land of the free.'

Looking to my left, I see that fate has sent me a choice with green eyes.

I stop at the red light and think about what to say as this feeling radiates through me.

My window comes down; I look and stare at the most beautiful surprise.

I hear the voice say, "Stop staring and say something," so I say, "She's no you."

"Who?" The reply resonates as my knight traps her queen with the proposition of dinner in an unknown guise.

For her, the answer is less gratifying than what it soon leads to, in the form of two becoming one glue.

A ring lays on the floor, removed by hands that felt brand new, and tarnished by its' associate ties.

The world's smallest handcuff was broken by this fateful prism who showed me what my life wouldn't.

I tasted freedom in her arms because she showed me what my wife couldn't.

Infidelity is Freedom​

 

[arachnid-guy]

Amazing. Very atmospheric, A&O! There's a solid narrative running through your poems, it's fulfilling to read.

 

[arachnid-guy]

A guy has been seeing his friends 'girl' behind his friends back. This friend has now found out and is (understandably) pretty mad. This is what goes through the guy's mind as his friend approaches his house. The woman is still with him.


My Only Friend Is Thunder

Thunder, where are you?
Lightning's struck my heart...not once but twice.
Once in the fairground, once in the park.

Morning's gone and come again
Night was the breather
Where the deed was dealt.

I'm home now, but not dry,
Danger's still around the corner...
He's found out our betrayal.

I'm the Judas he wants to crucify.

He's the angry mob with the cross
Ready to string me up,
Watch me bleed & die.

'Crucify him!'
Burn at the stake
Dismember or just hang, quarter then drape.

Am I carrying my own cross?
Is Jesus waiting at the golden gate
With scroll in hand- ready to seal my fate?

Her temptation was just too great.
I'm the Adam to her Eve.
The bite that dashed my fate.

A door flies open
I'm fixed to the spot.

She lies on the bed and scrambles on her clothes.

I can't say a word
She runs to my side.

He has the nail.
He has the rope.
He has the lies
But also the truth.

He has the cross.

I fell two times.
Once in the fairground, once in the park.

Thus is my fate.

He takes out a gun
And points at her then me...

 

[Alpha and Omega]

Amazing. Very atmospheric, A&O! There's a solid narrative running through your poems, it's fulfilling to read.

I'm pretty good at seducing words.

Heartbeat Horror​

As her heart works, day becomes night, and innocence leads her astray.​

She does not seem to notice that a friend is watching her walk along the way.​

He's been watching from the beginning to find the courage to say what he had to say.​

Fear stole the words he found and lost at the sight of her mystical display.​

Now he resorts to taking what he could not sway through the inefficacy of his pull.​

No prestige, charm, and personality have made it impossible for him to pull the wool.​

Deception does not befriend people like him, but ignorance is a mutual thing that he and his victim share in common.​

Her heart beats to the life that she enjoys as his pauses in anticipation of her frantic call for lawmen.​

Their paths come closer and a presence is exposed and blown.
What happened on that enigmatic night will never be known. . .​

 

[arachnid-guy]

I'm pretty good at seducing words.

Heartbeat Horror​

As her heart works, day becomes night, and innocence leads her astray.​

She does not seem to notice that a friend is watching her walk along the way.​

He's been watching from the beginning to find the courage to say what he had to say.​

Fear stole the words he found and lost at the sight of her mystical display.​

Now he resorts to taking what he could not sway through the inefficacy of his pull.​

No prestige, charm, and personality have made it impossible for him to pull the wool.​

Deception does not befriend people like him, but ignorance is a mutual thing that he and his victim share in common.​

Her heart beats to the life that she enjoys as his pauses in anticipation of her frantic call for lawmen.​

Their paths come closer and a presence is exposed and blown.
What happened on that enigmatic night will never be known. . .​

Love that line.

 

[The Original Bamfer]

:unsubscribes:

 

[arachnid-guy]

Obviously the Hypester's don't appreciate poetry.

 

[Holly]

Obviously the Hypester's don't appreciate poetry.

nope, just yours.

 

[arachnid-guy]

nope, just yours.

What did I say in the first post?

'Comment on others [please, constructive criticism].'

Christ....you can't just debunk someone's poetry without offering some incentive and thoughts on how they can better it. Rhyme scheme, cohesion...etc.

Or else, you've just logged on to cause tension!

 

[Alpha and Omega]

If you want to write poetry better, listen to 'Stairway to Heaven' backwards and try to find some deep philosophical definition in the timeless debate over what it all means: the song, your writings, anything else, etc. . .

Honestly, poetry is like manure; some people take it, some people discard it, and some people use it for fertilizer to turn objects into something valuable. Once you see past the bs, you get the reward.

 

[arachnid-guy]

If you want to write poetry better, listen to 'Stairway to Heaven' backwards and try to find some deep philosophical definition in the timeless debate over what it all means: the song, your writings, anything else, etc. . .

Honestly, poetry is like manure; some people take it, some people discard it, and some people use it for fertilizer to turn objects into something valuable. Once you see past the bs, you get the reward.

I understand that, yes. It's just pointless comments like the one above really get my goat.

But I admire your stance and attitude to poetry. Have you been at it long?

 

[Alpha and Omega]

Writing? Yep, I've been seriously pursuing it for a bit of time now; poetry. . . not so much. Honestly, I hate the stuff, but some of my female friends love it, so I kind of do as well.

Look, you'd be amazed to see what a beautiful young woman is willing to do if you write some clever proposition on a piece of paper, fold it into an origami object (spike ico and the crane are my personal favs), and put, 'for your eyes only' on top.

That sums up my love for poetry. I like the stories though; it makes the generic bore [imho] of poetry seem less. . .horrible.

 

[Alpha and Omega]

A guy has been seeing his friends 'girl' behind his friends back. This friend has now found out and is (understandably) pretty mad. This is what goes through the guy's mind as his friend approaches his house. The woman is still with him.

Next time, don't give away what your story is about at the beginning. Don't assume your reader is incapable of drawing logical conclusions. Let them figure it out for themselves, and if they can't, they'll probably face too much embarrassment by saying anything, so either way: you win.

Keep trying.

 

[arachnid-guy]

Writing? Yep, I've been seriously pursuing it for a bit of time now; poetry. . . not so much. Honestly, I hate the stuff, but some of my female friends love it, so I kind of do as well.

Look, you'd be amazed to see what a beautiful young woman is willing to do if you write some clever proposition on a piece of paper, fold it into an origami object (spike ico and the crane are my personal favs), and put, 'for your eyes only' on top.

That sums up my love for poetry. I like the stories though; it makes the generic bore [imho] of poetry seem less. . .horrible.

Romanticism at it's finest. t: I have thought about a grand gesture like that a few times...but seeing as every girl I know currently is 1] shallow and 2] pretty much non-literary in any way...it wouldn't amount to anything other than a laugh.

However, university beckons in a matter of days.

Poetry can be a bore, like you say [the general rhythmic pattern gets dull and repetitive, no end]. But if the imagery and the words flow, then who is to judge?

What other types of writing do you...um...write? Are you a professional writer? Or just aspiring?

 

[Alpha and Omega]

I'm enthusiastically aspiring to be one; cross-genre, in fact, but right now I'm still in college. When I finish, I don't know what I'll do, but I have dozens of story treatments, novellas, and a ****load of ideas for later.

In time, who knows, but for right now, I really don't care if they go up in smoke. It's an indulgence at best. Still, it does make me wonder when I see what type of stuff major studios are willing to greenlight, and when I read some of the stuff publishing companies will endorse. It's a query in itself.

Enough about that boring ****. Write something else!!!