REPOST: Creativity: any poets around? Express your self here :)

[Winged_Wolf]

Francis
10-20-2006, 06:49 PM

Hey :)

I was trying to come up with a good "philosophic" signature so that I could brag to you all what a good poet I am lol :P. So, I think in that process i came up with a pretty descent poem and thought of making a little thread devoted to expressing yourself. It could be anything :). From psionics to whatever exists in this world :). Love mayby? Give it your best try:)

Here's the poem I came up with about 20 minutes ago. Enjoy ( I hope lol :) )

"Through failure and through success, I stood up, I will confess. Though life might have been hard , there was a reason to it, one that should be learnt by heart. Though I've fallen many times, it is that which inspired me into such rhymes. And although we fall down, there is still a road ahead....we will learn how to get up, and walk AGAIN....."

~Francis

ahhhhh.....Oh, I got carried away lol. Anyway please feel free to share :).
I'll have some more of my own coming up, including one of a broken heart :(.
Get yourself prepared and go get a pack of tissues lol :P.

Francis
10-21-2006, 11:13 PM

Man, I guess there's not many poets around here eh?....:(

Winged_Wolf
10-21-2006, 11:19 PM

...sorry... lol

Francis
10-21-2006, 11:24 PM

oh, well.....lol :)

rowinha
10-22-2006, 01:15 AM

well, I would post a poem, but anything I post to the interwebs, I can't publish so... posting? not-so-much.

But you can pm me if you want to talk poetry. :]

Francis
10-22-2006, 01:49 PM

I understand :)

[Draggard Arcane]

through life we gain strength yet age takes it away. in success we gain pride yet lose it through our selfish attempts to gain wealth. ah the irony of life.

[thegrogen]

Way to revive a dead thread... Oh well. A bit of my stuff, as is noted about I may edit this to delete it if I decide to publish it.

Here I stand at the ending of an era;
the dawn not yet here, though light grows
upon the blood-red horizon.
The delusions I have followed
were mere illusion, but still
they were followed by those
who could not see as I do.

I have seen destiny and chaos,
and the ravages of time snatching all
who dared look into the light;
only the dark survived, but in a cruel,
bastardized existence that left things
unfulfilled, unconquered.

I was divided, cut in two
in the beginning, the paths diverged
though entwined the destinies were
they still were apart, until the time
when experience and emotion and ability
come together as one, combining
into something new, and yet old
when the merging was complete.

The potential is there for what they call
greatness, though they know not
what that truly means, nor how to find it.
United I stand, where before
there only was unfulfilled separation,
the illusion of duality governing my life.

I have what I have sought,
the paths converged, the chaos
for a brief instant brought to order.
Now, even as roads diverge again
one stands strong among the others,
and I know it is my road to follow.

There will be light and there will be dark
but neither shall win in the end,
for each is like to the other, going nowhere,
for he who hesitates in indecision is lost,
and decisions certainly are to be made.
They will come to me, though I still be two
and the light and dark shall be melded
and what before was called dawn
is now unnamable, for the dawn and the dusk
have ceased to exist as you know them
but I see it all, and now I act
and in time my actions shall make the truth emerge
and in time the illusion of evil shall die
as I have always intended. Such is perfection:
And here I stand.

[Sudai]

Cold
Fingers outstretched through the night
Never easing off
Pulling you down
Life fading
Time slowing
Heart throbbing
Ears deaf, feeling gone
Eyes falling closed
The darkness engulfs
Asleep, dreaming
A tingle arises
The numbness slowly fading
Eyes gently opened
A glimmer of hope
The dream of life
One last moment.
Hope, love, warmth.
A slight hum
the end is past
Your life anew
Never really gone
Never truely you...

[WingedPower]

A short haiku:

Winter Dreams Return
The Caress of Summer Hands
Heart and Mind Blossom

WP.

[stolide]

Falling deep within a burdened sleep,
Locked tight inside my kraven keep,
All my senses take flight,
Deep within the darkest night,

I hear them creeping
Sneaking,
Weeping,
As they begin the midnight reaping
Stealing off with all those sleeping,
Deep within the darkest night,

To my left,
To my right,
All around me are those shadows,
Horrendous shadows full of fright,
Deep within the darkest night,

They grow near,
Those shadows far obscene,
They appear unclear,
Severe,
Perhaps they will not persevere,
However, one cannot glean from this hideous scene,
Deep within the darkest night,

Quickly they grow with unearthly might,
Draining me of all my senses,
Losing my only defenses,
They have only heightened my plight,
Leaving me one option,
Flight!
Deep within the darkest night,

Overcome by beings most cruel,
All the air around me cools,
Life slowly loses its powerful grasp,
Then suddenly I gasp,
Deep within the darkest night,

Slowly, I awake and see,
Twas a dream I say with glee,
Ignoring the destruction all 'round me,
Deep within the darkest night.

[Orerik]

roses are red violets are blue, my poetry sucks and my rhyming does too!

[MindlessInvalid]

When I think of that moonlit smile shown,
I think of the greatest treasure thus known,
a beam of crescent glow shines forth towards me,
accompanying a stare of azure sea,
this is the greatest glory I yet knew,
till velvet lips touched mine, a gift for so few,
when the hair of woven sunlight I touch,
a joy runs through me I treasure so much
I am content knowing all of these facts,
as luck such as this never re-enacts
I love her a great deal much
and I hope she loves me just as such.

-To Ashley, the first girl to ever give a damn.

[mr.odd]

If you are not fighting someone else,
Then you are fighting yourself.

Only the dead know the end of war


The people that seem stable
Are the one's that will slice off your head in two minutes,
And the seemingly insane
Won't hurt a butterfly.

Things are never as they seem


Good and evil are two sides of the same coin,
So one can quickly become the other.

Out of the most extreme freedom,
comes the most extreme form of tyranny


wether you hit a person to inflict pain on them,
or to protect something,
you still hit them.

violence, even well intentioned,
always rebounds upon oneself

by:
A loner trying to understand the truth

[NeverMore]

here's one of the many poems i've written that are saved on my computer


I am not ok
and I believe what they say
when they say
that I am not ok
my mind is flawed
I feel as if I have been sawed
in half
I want to laugh
and yet I want to cry
part of me wants to die
the other will live
and give
all it can to life
the other will cherish the knife
and so I am not ok
my self has gone away
and left me here today
broken
and so the world has spoken
my mind is flawed
and while I sit here
I can hear
myself
talking to myself
laughing at myself
fighting with myself
fighting with the blackness
running from the darkness
and cherishing the light
but I may have lost sight
of sanity
and so I disguise my instability
with vanity
and I long for invisibility
so I wouldn't need to hide
the fact that I’m cracked inside
part of me has died
and left me with a parasite
and I’ve tried to find the light
and yet I am at war
with the carnivore
inside
fighting for my body
knowing I’ve already lost my mind

[Nervous]

(I hate being a sad person but here's a sad poem for you...):ashamed:
'Red Sky at Night'
I just want you to kow.
Everything you'll ever see in me is a lie...
I am simply nothing and no one.
Just though you should know...
Masses lay in shallow waters.
Whear they find something that looks like sensirety.
And they smile in ignorance and in bliss...

Sometimes knowing is too much.
The answers you find turn to cancer.
Confusion wrappes her arms around you...
Suffacates you...
Light headed and empty , you follow your way
back to the crowd...
In the eye of the storm you find truth...
Only to go back to war...

'VFM and kill yourself' (Don't try looking into a meaning for the title):nervous:
To the world that sleeps under the sun.
That lets the rain flow into the sewers.
But you caint complain when the wind touches your face,
When the sky rains to the earth,
and the earth scales mountains to meet the sky.

While heavon stares in awe, we as a race,
Flow down to the sewers like the water we are.
Adding your own touch,to remind the world we whear hear.
One day the gatherings will end,and all will be at peace.

If you tread on hollow ground,be ready to fall.
When your walking the path in the forest,be ready to call.
And when the world want us back,be ready to head.
As we begin our great decent,at light speed.
Many men have walked their path to hell and back.
When they reached home,they gained everything they would lack.

The sky...
The ground...


'Tripp the riff (uproar)' <- Like this one especialy because it's not so emo.:pthb:
The upraor roams the country side
Whenever theirs no one in the city
But when your all alone
Theirs an uproar someone wouldnt confess

When your laying down
Their is no uproar to be found
But when time's clock is off key
Its the end for everyone
But mainly for me

Iv been up roaring for a...
Long long long time noww...
And I think I might go blind...
If I dont find something else to start at...
Iv been alive for a...
Very very long amout of time...
And I'll probably die...
If I dont find somthing to do...

Its been suggested that you leave them alone
That is , those who will find their wrath.
And seek it on you.
Holes in the land , like holes in my back.
Its all so pestering

[thais]

A Buddhist Limerick

There once was a monk who would cry
In my dreams I am a butterfly.
When I wake I'm confused,
And I still often muse,
If I'm real when I fly in the sky.

For Someone (an attempt at a sonnet)

A life on earth is short and full of woe.
So isolated in our rooms we ply
The keyboard as our ship and so we go,
All heedless of the minutes ticking by.

Unwarily we leave the dock, depart.
Thrust forward into myriad sky, a throng
Of hopeless, lonely people stealing hearts
Of others who are yearning to belong.

Oh friend of mine, if friend indeed you are,
Please send a sign upon the sea of blue.
And I will hang my hopes upon a star,
And beg for you to see my journey through.

My friend, may you believe I will be true.
For it is all my joy to think of you.

[psi seeker 34]

I have a bit of fridge door poetry (the wierdist poetry on earth) you know what kids make with word magnets on their parrents fridge door.

I road to sleep in delirious languages when black trudge is above with smear
but power winter is in a gown. She asked with bitter egg shot that feet not rob
bear boy here to put pole away. Some ask how drunk rock shines most and like
wind pettle never want take my arm club or rust cooling knife but I heave summer
in my suit. Think always like wax after light is rippy and chocolate springs of elaborate
diamond for shake are gone.

[thais]

lol, that fridge magnet poetry is deep and poignant, if you read it in the right mood.

[psi seeker 34]

I know it has so much in it without actually saying anything here's another less civilized one.

I recall light smearing in the yard, is funny, I laugh in the shadow of spray sausage leg
juice like hyper cooking wax floods of languid sordid produce.