the poetry thread

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I'll tell Winston to do that.

[snakearms]

Wandering, like a lost soul afraid to go home
Desperate to find somebody he knows
He stops in his tracks at a fork in the road
Which way should he go so he won't be alone

Which path should he take in this valley of snakes
Which way doesn't lead toward the fiery lake
Which trail isn't so long and so hard to face
The shadow of hatred is too hard to shake

[Jin_Kazuya420]

Aug 7, 2013 15:24:43 GMT -7 snakearms said:Wandering, like a lost soul afraid to go home

Desperate to find somebody he knows

He stops in his tracks at a fork in the road

Which way should he go so he won't be alone

Which path should he take in this valley of snakes

Which way doesn't lead toward the fiery lake

Which trail isn't so long and so hard to face

The shadow of hatred is too hard to shake

hey thats really good! A perfect example of a poem not relating to romance. What I get out of this is that life is treacherous & its hard to choose the right path through cause you may end up taking a wrong turn.

[Moose]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

 
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

[Jin_Kazuya420]

An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,

"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.

Through all the flimsy things we see at once

As easily as through a Naples bonnet-

Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?

Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-

Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff

Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."

And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

The general tuckermanities are arrant

Bubbles- ephemeral and so transparent-

But this is, now- you may depend upon it-

Stable, opaque, immortal- all by dint

Of the dear names that he concealed within 't. 

Edgar Allan Poe

[Moose]

Caruso is a great song by Lucio Dalla.

Here's Josh Groban's version with english lyrics on screen
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMt_x3uJYVk

[snakearms]

@jinkaz: Thanks. I figured I'd go with something that wasn't all lovey dovey to show that that isn't always what poetry is about. I took one word from hundredgunner's post (:wandering") and went from there. I wanted to go on but had a bit of writer's block. Plus, sometimes poems are better when they're shorter anyway. You guys should all collaborate for a long "Tekken Federation" poem or something. You could title it "The Fed". lol

[Jin_Kazuya420]

Aug 7, 2013 16:18:57 GMT -7 snakearms said:@jinkaz: Thanks. I figured I'd go with something that wasn't all lovey dovey to show that that isn't always what poetry is about. I took one word from hundredgunner's post (:wandering") and went from there. I wanted to go on but had a bit of writer's block. Plus, sometimes poems are better when they're shorter anyway. You guys should all collaborate for a long "Tekken Federation" poem or something. You could title it "The Fed". lol

I agree bro alot of poems I made were really short but got such positive feedback for them though XD that'd be interesting to do.. I'll try to collaborate some ppl who want to help, but I'll wait a month from now to do it cause it'll give the forum time to mature for better inspiration

[Moose]

Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

William Shakespeare

[zafina]

Aug 7, 2013 21:38:25 GMT kbo said:

Aug 7, 2013 21:37:27 GMT Jin_Kazuya420 said:

Poetry is not all romantic alot of poems I have readand some I wrote are sad.

I have never seen poetry that is not romantic I mean it ever.

I've written quite a few that aren't even remotely romantic

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I would love to here them Zafina.

[zafina]

Aug 8, 2013 10:18:06 GMT kbo said:

I would love to here them Zafina.

ok here's one, it's called Running Out Of Time:

With so many watchful eyes it’s addressing
It gets high on keeping them second-guessing
So many lies that relied on its blessing
Approved or denied by the face it’s expressing
While billions of lives are steadily progressing
At the mercy of the power it’s readily caressing
It winks once more at matters pressing
And inks the next chapter with the story digressing

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

So many stories told with each snapshot expression
It sees hatred unfold and racial oppression
Anger taking hold, suicidal depression
Death from the cold and courts in session
But with tales of triumph told at discretion
Heroes breaking the mould leave a lasting impression
On a world that needs universal progression
To save itself from eternal repression

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

A passive force that runs it’s own course
Watches as we run out of time
Doesn’t care if we live or die
Or the manner in which we live our lives
Watches as we run out of time
Watches as we run out of time
Doesn’t care if we live or die
Or the manner in which we live our lives

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

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Aug 8, 2013 13:49:33 GMT zafina said:

Aug 8, 2013 10:18:06 GMT kbo said:

I would love to here them Zafina.

ok here's one, it's called Running Out Of Time:

With so many watchful eyes it’s addressing
It gets high on keeping them second-guessing
So many lies that relied on its blessing
Approved or denied by the face it’s expressing
While billions of lives are steadily progressing
At the mercy of the power it’s readily caressing
It winks once more at matters pressing
And inks the next chapter with the story digressing

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

So many stories told with each snapshot expression
It sees hatred unfold and racial oppression
Anger taking hold, suicidal depression
Death from the cold and courts in session
But with tales of triumph told at discretion
Heroes breaking the mould leave a lasting impression
On a world that needs universal progression
To save itself from eternal repression

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

A passive force that runs it’s own course
Watches as we run out of time
Doesn’t care if we live or die
Or the manner in which we live our lives
Watches as we run out of time
Watches as we run out of time
Doesn’t care if we live or die
Or the manner in which we live our lives

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

Oh i love it. My favourite poem ever.

[xXxFR33D0MxXx]

Aug 7, 2013 17:42:21 GMT Jin_Kazuya420 said:

zafina that was really cool and cute I can just picture it happening in my head you're really good
@freedom you should write some poetry again I bet you are really good aince theres a thread for it you might as well XD

I like it but I am not that good at it XD I usually make them up from the top of my head but a lot of great poems come from inspiration ^_^

For example I just came up with this while I was bored

I'll hide my weakness,
and show my strength.
To get my most wanted revenge,
I'll go through any length.

I'll remain in the dark,
beware I may sneak behind you.
Do you think you'll survive my attacks,
because not many people do.

I'll endure the pain,
I have been through it all.
Push me down,
I'll prepare for the fall.

No one truly knows me,
my identity was never shown.
All you need to know is,
They call me Unknown.

Honestly in primary school I wrote so many poems but my teacher said they were all sad ._.

[Jin_Kazuya420]

Wow maar that was superb you got unknowns essence really well XD just because a poem is sad diesn't mean its not good alot of edgar allen poe's poetry is dark anddepressing and ppl loved it so your teacher shouldn'tt try to discourage you from writing your poems cause they're not happy or whatever.

[xXxFR33D0MxXx]

Aug 8, 2013 16:26:00 GMT Jin_Kazuya420 said:

Wow maar that was superb you got unknowns essence really well XD just because a poem is sad diesn't mean its not good alot of edgar allen poe's poetry is dark anddepressing and ppl loved it so your teacher shouldn'tt try to discourage you from writing your poems cause they're not happy or whatever.

lol thank you. (Unknown <3) XD Ah I see well its nice to express your feelings within a poem ^^

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Death: The Heartache

Written by Tiamat

So you are back, you Dark Angel of Grief. You are walking your scythe of death. That cold blade who has taken many. Who are you to take from me this time?

My brother, my sister, my father, or my aunt? Who are you going to take?

I am waiting for the answer.

You have tore my heart out and left me here to bleed to death after you took my mother. My mother. You took away from me. I was only seven when you took her.

You Death Angel, who are you going to take now?

Rip my heart out again if you must to steal the soul inside.

Your air is like daggers in the stomach. Always painful when you come around. Your words are like arrows shooting towards my heart. You heartless thing.

So come and take me. Cut my life short with your scythe. Take my life so you can stop hurting me.

Sadness, rage, guilt, sympathy, empathy, is all you bring this world of pain. O. Did I forget death? You bring that too.

You might as well take me because you have been killing me ever since you took Mom. You took everyone and everything I knew that dreadful day.

You come silently and you leave with the question why ? lingering about.

Loss after Loss I have suffered from you lingering in the doorway of my heart. Why would you not leave me alone? Go prey on another soul because you have me.

You got me in your reaches again. Leave me be. You have done enough damage to me that will last forever. Go away. Let me be happy again.

Let me out of this cage you trapped me in. You already clipped my wings. So let me enjoy life again. Let my feathers grow back. You keep cutting them. Let me enjoy the family I have left before you take me away from this life.

Let my heart go. You made depression my main feeling. Let me go. Please let me go.

Death, I am begging you. Please Let me go. No more pain, sadness, rage, should attack me. My freedom calls and I need to answer it before I am stuck in your quicksand forever. Let me go. Let me out of your shadow. No more looking over my shoulder.

Death, please let me go. I do not want to spend another night crying my eyes out.

Death. Thanks for listening. You finally let me go. I am free to live my life. I can finally…breathe.

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Anger: The Immortal Ladon

Written by Tiamat

Anger. Anger, the immortal Ladon who goes around ripping people’s lives apart. Anger. That Monster whose body is laden with teeth as sharp as the dagger that took a life.

Anger. The monster that goes around breeding more anger and rage in the lives of the people. Anger. That dreaded thorn in the side that will not come out. Anger causes peaceful countries to hate the guts of other countries that did not do anything to them. Anger, Ladon, feeds on the hate between two countries. Once anger is full, it will cause a nuclear war between the countries.

Bodies laying everywhere. How Anger is laughing now.

Anger. Whose whip-like tail lashes at every person, animal, and place. Each of the lashes brings more anger to the world. Anger, which enjoys breaking up families, friends, co-workers, and the life of people.

Laughing at the misguided. Enjoying every inch, foot, meter, mile of pain.

Anger whose beginning cannot be told from its end. Anger. Ladon. The name of one of the deadly sins. The gift from Evil.

Childern crying, parents yelling, friends fighting, make Anger so proud of its doings. Attacks and never thinks twice about is action. Anger. Anger. Everywhere you go anger will strike you hard.

There is no Hercules to kill this Ladon. Anger has no magical slayer. It is here and it will always be rather you want it to or not.

Anger. The Living Ladon.

The True Ladon.

The Immortal Ladon.

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Life: The Candle of Someone

Written by Tiamat

Life. Life, what is it exactly? Life is like a candle in Someone.

The life begins with a first breath similar to that of the first flame lighted on a candle.

Life starts out long, like the candle starts before it burns too much. Life goes through stages as a candle goes through the burning process.

Before someone knows it, their life becomes filled with death, sorrow, happiness, grief, and so on. Similar to that of the melting wax of a candle

Soon life beings to burn people’s souls as a candle burns paper.

Then life becomes short and soon the person begins to become old, like a candle that burns all night and it lost its height.

Soon Someone’s life dies and the person will leave this world, similar to a candle whose flame dies out or gets put out and the smoke from the dead fire resembles the person’s soul drifting away.

Unlike a candle though, life cannot be brought back to a certain person, well not during this time anyway like a candle can be re-lighted. Life is a dead candle and the only thing that keeps it alive is the others’ memories of the life of one certain person.

[xXxFR33D0MxXx]

Im in a living nightmare,
I have a horrible and cruel foe.
He painfully tortures me,
Until I hide away in a dark shadow.

I don't have a handsome hero,
I am just left in pain and agony.
No one wants to end this horror.
Nobody wants to rescue me.

Tears usually drip down from my sore black eye,
I truly wish I had never made that mistake.
I didn't mean to shatter his loving heart,
I regret telling him our love was fake.

For his own sweet revenge,
He turned the whole world against me.
Now I am trapped in this hell,
And no one wants to set me free.

I know he still loves me,
No matter how much aggression he shows.
But for my own important safety,
I shall remain hidden in the shadows.