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Your own poems; if you write

Ivan The Terrible said:
One of my best...



You should see the statue on Las Olas Riverwalk



I see a man, reaching towards a river (desperately)

I see the pain in his eyes, the fear…

That he may never see his country, his home again

He will never see his home again…



He alone knows the true wages of war

For he paid full price

And would gladly do it again

Shall the need arise

(I think maybe) More than pain… more than fear filled his eyes



He saw the western stars (I wonder if they saw him?)

I wonder if they can tell how hard he fought for them

How he gave his life, his hope,

To the western star sky

His dream American, to live

Cause to die,him, now lie



In an unmarked grave

Half a world away

He will never see his home again…

I see a man, I feel his sprit

Reaching towards a river desperately

Tears fall from his face freely-

Longing for the peace the river held for him so dearly

I pray now my country western stars see

I pray now my country western stars see…

Las Olas, Riverfront... such a beautiful place... I miss is so much. ITT, you know how I feel about these works of art.
 
@_girL........ said:
Actually, re-writes are my specialty. I have this poem that is 5 page long, and it started out as 4 lines. I felt the 4 lines, wrote it down, and stuffed it into my back-pack for 2 months. I picked it up, wrote some more, then decided to type it out. It went from a depressing little poem to a poem about the WTC. Its called Building #2, actually. The five pages doesn't fill up the entire page, so its readable. I think its cool that the ocean is your true refuge, its mines also. Reminds me of home. The Past. The Present.
Thats where I stumble... Seems the good stuff comes to me at the most ill opportune time. I'm like, "I gotta remember so I can write it down"... By then it has completely escaped me.
See first I create the music and it echoes in my head as I go along my busy day... The words come, "Perfect!" Then by the time I locate my pen... Its like, "Oh duh".
 
here is another I have also posted...

For Joshua...

The time I've spent in viewing
And actively pursuing
The light that lies
In Joshua's eyes
Has been my heart's undoing.

And now my heart I'm scaring,
While toward the heaven's glaring.
Asking why
To storm-swept skies
About this man I'm caring.

Love I wasn't hunting
But others now I'm shunning.
His lips so sweet
That now my feet
To him are always running.

For we first met in passing;
But the impression was ever-lasting.
My heart inflamed
Will not be tamed,
So this die I'm casting...

Venus, lovely muse,
With aim strong and true...
Swift and sure
Send Cupid's lure
To pierce our hearts right through.
 
Red

interrupted from closed eyed stupor
that hated glow, smoldering
a retinal ember behind my consciousness
the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds
letting in the fractal beams
tearing fabric lost in dreams
grasping at these ruined thoughts
a ray of sun to stop the screams
illuminate the missing themes
away these pieces best forgot
another interrupted night
 
Ignorance is Bliss

An innocent star gleaming in the night sky,
it’s insides un-touched, untainted.
They say ignorance is bliss,
ignorance can’t last forever.

It’s awakened by the touch of another,
it starts to shimmer with excitement.
The star gives and gives, releasing vast amounts of energy.
Receiving replacement energy from another source.

However, the cycle is corrupt
the star gives too much, receives too little.
Not noticing that it’s expanding at an exponential rate,
the star continues to give with out thought

That’s when the unexpected happens,
the star implodes under the cruel force of gravity.
The lightweight hydrogen and helium are transformed,
They turn into cold, dense, heavy iron.

All that’s left is a lifeless sphere.
The molecules so close together,
they form an impenetrable fortress.
Nothing can enter, nothing can leave.

At least that’s what the star thought,
but something does get through.
Breaks the barriers like a child snaps a toothpick.
The star is reborn again, bigger than before.

Once again it begins to release energy,
emitting extensive amounts into its surroundings
The star is very unstable,
solar flares of worry are abundant.

Once again the cycle corrupts,
the star realizes its death is imminent.
It tries to recover itself,
but the pressure of gravity is too much.

The star once again implodes.
This time its worse, the star was bigger.
The resulting explosion shatters the star,
Scattering its remains across the galaxy.


The star’s life is not over however,
A different force of gravity brings it together.
It gathers the remains to form a new star,
This one, however, will never again be as innocent as the original.
(twists the life cycle of a star a little but i had to make it work)

and



A Winter's Night

The sun recedes into the night
only to rise again in the morn
abandoning the landscape to darkness
revealing the story of a winter's night

A layer of darkness covers all
a black shade of nothingness
creating feelings of uncertainties
of poisonous fear and dread

the coldness surrounds your body
smothering it in a swirl of numbness
you can even smell the bitter cold
a dreadful poison slowly shutting your body down

broken only by the hoots of owls
the silence captivates everything
a fantastic symphony of nothingness
leaving your mind to explore it's thoughts

the wind sweeps harshly across the land
a cruel shoot of pure cold
chilling your body to the core
shutting down the nuclear reactor that is your heart

the grass is stiff and frail
covered with the frozen tears of the night
one tender step shatters the blades
destroying their brittle existence

A gentle snowflake flutters slowly towards your face
oh, the sweet touch of snowflakes melting on your nose
reminding you of the beautiful things in life
of things the darkness had made you forget
A light shines in the distance
the beginning of yet another day
the sun rises gracefully
casting it's rays across the landscape
vanquishing the darkness with smooth efficiency
molding the cold cruel wind
into gentle breezes of warmth and goodness
jumpstarting the nuclear reactor in your chest
 
Apostle13 said:
Thats where I stumble... Seems the good stuff comes to me at the most ill opportune time. I'm like, "I gotta remember so I can write it down"... By then it has completely escaped me.
See first I create the music and it echoes in my head as I go along my busy day... The words come, "Perfect!" Then by the time I locate my pen... Its like, "Oh duh".


Yeah, same thing happens to me too!!! I was fortunate to have a pen and paper not far away for most of my poems. One of my best poems was written because of "Ivan", he is truely an amazing poet. He asked me a question, one beautiful night in Fort Lauderdale. We were talking on the phone and that one question made me think, look up at the sky, and I formed that one beautiful poem, Mystic Dream; I Lay. I would type it out for everyone to see, but its in FL, in my box thats supposed to be shipped up here. Try to keep a pen on you at most times, que cards are cool keep around also, cause they're small and easy to find.
 
OK...I'll try....

Let's call it the

Ballad of the Bitter Beaumont Beotch

Young girl,
Old Texas town.
Got knocked up
Then she got knocked down.
Looked up, before to long,
The little girl was gone.
She caught a bus that was southern bound
and she went to a city where she'd never be found
and she swore, she'd never love again.

She said, "I mean it."
"I'm tired of the lying,
I'm tired of the crying,
all night."

She said, "I mean it."
And while her head told her better,
her heart still put up a fight.
And though miles away, it's still making her cry tonight.

Time passed by,
sometimes real slow,
but the girl had a spirit that had conqured her soul.
How long it's gonna take?
Well, she just don't know,
no matter how she tries,
she can't let go.
So she buys herself a bottle
and she takes it home
and now she's drinking with her sad self,
sittin' all alone
'cause she swore she'd never love again.

She said, "I mean it."
"I'm tired of the lying,
I'm tired of the crying,
all night."

She said, "I mean it."
And while her head told her better,
her heart still put up a fight.
And now, many years away, it's still making her cry tonight.

An older woman,
numb from the pain,
stands at the window
staring at the rain
she often wonders was it worth what she dared?
She gave up on love and left running scared.
She never ever ever thought it would hurt so bad
as she misses the little baby
she never had
But she swore she'd never love again.

Captain America.......
 
All of your poems are deep. Mine are more shallow....



Self-indulgence is sublime-
And selfishness is not a crime.
One's first concern must always be one's own.

But when the need to fill one's plate-
Turns to blindness, then to hate,
One's own becomes a life that's lived alone.
 
All of your poems are deep. Mine are more shallow....

Sounds like my sexcapades.....:roll:

Hey, that was pretty profound Gunny. :2wave:
 
Captain America said:
Sounds like my sexcapades.....:roll:

Hey, that was pretty profound Gunny. :2wave:

I was only going to write the one to help the thread out, but I wound up writing three. I seem to be hooked.:shock:
 
Mine was the first poem I have wrote since Ms. Taylor's class in the 11th grade...that was back in 1974 I think....

No wait...I wrote one about a year ago. I lied. It was about Tookie. You remember Tookie? The "reformed" gang founder that got the needle?

Went a little sumthin' like this...If'n I can remember...

hmmmm...hmmmm.....<clears throat and strikes a pose>

Tookie.

There once was a gangsta named Tookie
Who took life like stealing a cookie,
"Now looky," said Tookie,
"Bet twenty they won't cook me"
And he left this world owing his bookie.
 
"the grass is stiff and frail
covered with the frozen tears of the night
one tender step shatters the blades
destroying their brittle existence"



I really like the imagery here
 
Tides

The island of dreams
But a storm
Anger
Pulling myself away
Through a sea of emotions.....

My anger exhausted
I am taken
By the insistent pull
Of my feelings
Back to the warm shore
Back to Woman
Back to the waiting, open arms
Of Alexxis


island.jpg

 
alphamale said:
Tides

The island of dreams
But a storm
Anger
Pulling myself away
Through a sea of emotions.....

My anger exhausted
I am taken
By the insistent pull
Of my feelings
Back to the warm shore
Back to Woman
Back to the waiting, open arms
Of Alexxis




Damn....thats good work....excellent Job​
 
A Fragmented Reflection Of Character

The gleam in her eyes flickers so often
From glowing they fade to cold gloom
The hot radiance that glimmers there
Can be lit or extinguished in an instant

The last time a shadow fell over them
Recognition hit me and I suddenly saw
Those deep oceanic pools of emotion
Are not glittering flames, but mirrors

They are like moons imitating suns
Their sparkle is only a hard reflection
And even when the iridescence fades
The darkness hides her true colours

I’m longingly desperate to know her
To glimpse beyond the walls she builds
I need to see if our friendship is a lie
If her love is a mere reflection of mine


Really rubbish compared to the high standard on here, but I wrote it yesterday feeling emotional and out of all my poems it's the closest to how I'm feeling right now -- if not the most well written.
 
x_teenspirit_x said:
A Fragmented Reflection Of Character




Really rubbish compared to the high standard on here, but I wrote it yesterday feeling emotional and out of all my poems it's the closest to how I'm feeling right now -- if not the most well written.

Actually....that is quite good....thank you for the glimpse
 
You put flowers in your hair
Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks
Bleeding fragrance to the air
Dull sweetness lost in your scent
You put flowers in your hair
Wilted beauty in red by those lips
As if attempting to compare
No taste of sugar from its leaf
You put flowers in your hair
But they only pale in my minds light
And it just seems so unfair
Fading colors with your smile

You put flowers in your hair
But I cant see them…anymore
 
Thank you for the comment on my poem, I think yours is gorgeous! It's got the right mix of figurative language and honesty.
 
people I think are hella stupid by Sir_Alec

Jamesrage is hella stupid
ptsdkid is hella stupid
Alphamale is hella stupid
jimmyjack is hella stupid
Teacher is actually not that bad
 
Drywall
I can lick the caramel walls
this place called home
paid good money for the right
to paint
these are my sheets of absorbed light
hues of my imagining, my mixing
such thought as I have
cerebral pigments that make up living
these spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever
good money I paid for this paint to be right

careless drips of artistic reflection
shaded in jade,call it green
who would worry if the tone is too deep
why paint a wall if not to be seen
why paint a wall, at all
 
pacific

Mist kicked up by gusts
Far off places leave their scent on beaded drops
This ocean is mine
Each cracked angle of foam that never stops
Licking rocks to sand
Ever making patterns on my beached mind
Floating natures toys
Buried in your breath for me to find
 
galenrox said:
Moderator's Warning:

man, I hate to do this, considering it's innocent and all, but still, dude, you're calling people hella stupid in the upstairs, I've gotta warn ya.
You've just gotta remember when you're not in the basement.

This is the best I can come up with! I'm a guitar man, not a vocal jocky.
 
Tecoyah, I think your poetry is great! Ever thought of throwing this talent into a book of some sort?
 
Sir_Alec said:
Tecoyah, I think your poetry is great! Ever thought of throwing this talent into a book of some sort?

Hell no....that almost sounds like.....work


But thanx
 
Moderator's Warning

You thought - wrongly
You spoke - out of turn
You joked - I'm not amused
You were vulgar - illegal
Anglo saxon is forbidden
Be polite
Be PC
Be gentle
Be quiet
Be silent
Desist
Disappear
Die


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