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If I lay down like Juliet,
wrapped in tragedy.
My heart bent down,
body broken, mind set on blasphemy

Quicksilver mood from dark to light
you'll never find me more fey.
Then if you try to circumvent,
intervene, or make some sense of this day

The whispering wind flows cool
down my neck and sets tresses aflutter.
The knives silver blade is keen and sharp,
yet dull when seen by another.

O' Wandering heart, O' wandering eye,
my senses overdrawn.
Until the fatal clash of spears
My queen captures pawn
 
While not in the context of fantasy or sci-fi, here is a poem I just made up.

MUSIC

The beat of the heart,
it is deep with meaning,
with rich vocals and guitars.

Listening, I know my place.
Inside of it, I know I belong.
Hearing it, I am at home...
I am at peace.
 
To Euterpe

In poetry, a word is balanced thricely.
Firstly in meaning, as in text prosaic.
Next in its rhythm, that must fit precisely
Each syllable locked in the word mosaic
Lastly the sound; though few are forced to rhyme
Their colour must match subject all the time.

By virtue of this progression mnemonic
Oral traditions passed through generations
Almost in music, even though atonic.
Preserv’d intact the bards’ deliberations
I’ve learnt the rules, rigid uphold the lore
‘Tis but the spirit I ignore.

I’m sorry, Muse, thou shouldst inherit
Thy sister Clio’s student, quite unworthy
With inspiration greater than I merit
From further intervention I defer thee.
Thou hast inflamed my reverie oft times
Let dreaming cease, interrèd be my crimes.
 
The Song of Love

Like two young drops of dew,
we are hanging at the leaf of a blossom
and enjoy happily the blue sky.
The sun is kissing us tender, hot
she lets us glitter like rock crystal.
We are floating blindly into the universe.
We only see our brilliancy,
forget everything around us.
We want to become one and all
and afterwards sink into an ocean of flowers.
In the light of the golden sun
we become to one drop
and full of confidence we moisten
with our existence the dust of the Earth.
The Song of Love
still ring in my ear.
I continue singing it,
louder and louder.
You chime in,
more and more.
Suddenly, the river,
the trees, the whole world sing
the Song of Love.
 
Oh, wow - Such a lovely song and so well put together.

It's in my genes to be patronising, but I'll just say that the couple of grammatical flip-flops didn't disturb me too much at all and let someone else nark about the "brillaince" instead of brilliancy, "forgetting" rather than forget, "become" or "to become" but not become to and various "rings/sings" where you have ring and sing :)

monsterchic said:
MUSIC
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Small and perfectly formed, imuo (uninformed) :)

Others are lovely too, of course, but my head can only take in small poems, I'm afraid, and particularly those that I can hear with melodies attached. :eek:
 
Interference said:
Oh, wow - Such a lovely song and so well put together.

It's in my genes to be patronising, but I'll just say that the couple of grammatical flip-flops didn't disturb me too much at all and let someone else nark about the "brillaince" instead of brilliancy, "forgetting" rather than forget, "become" or "to become" but not become to and various "rings/sings" where you have ring and sing :)
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Thanks. Concerning grammar I'm sorry. Could have been "some rubbish at words" ;)

But I will try another one. (Hope there are not so many flip-flops)


Odors!

Odors!
I feel them
The odors of time.
They are and have been always there!

The odor of a child
That was born to bring joy.
The odor of a flower that blooms
To remind me
Of a time when everything was differently.

The odor of summer
When sun illuminates my heart.
The odor of rain
When moisture touches softly my cheeks.
The odor of wind
When sending me greetings from afar.
The odor of earth
That grants me power to live.

The odor of automn
When everything goes to rest.

The odor of winter
When apperently everything sleeps.
The odor of snow
When gently falling
Covering everything like a shroud.

The odor of spring
When everything wakes up again.
The odor of one love
That will never fade.

The odor of my life
That is happy in this world.
The odor that comes and goes
Like the life
I have lived.
 
It is my fate
To stand alone
Upon this wild and windy moor
I know this wind
By which I speak
In winter I am evergreen
My whispered blessing
Live with thee​
 
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It
Is my
Fate to
Stand alone
Upon this wild
And windy moor
I know this wind
By which I speak
In winter I am ever
green -- my whispered
Blessing
Live
With
Thee​
 
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RJM Corbet said:
It
Is my
Fate to
Stand alone
Upon this wild
And windy moor
I know this wind
By which I speak
In winter I am ever
green -- my whispered
Blessing
Live
With
Thee​
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Oooh I like that. You know it reminds me of something you'd see at the beginning of a fantasy, before the first chapter starts. There's something old world about it, nicely done.
 
I had a very weird dream one night, and decided to write about, poem-form.


The grass is blue, the sky magenta,
It's all too odd to know I've sent a
Letter with a thousand stamps
Up and down one thousand ramps.

Spontaneous combustion,
Radioactive things,
A laboratory filled
With beeps and whirs and pings.

Images of smell float past
As I listen to a painting,
The mass of sensory stimuli
Push me toward fainting.
 
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mirinda said:
Oooh I like that. You know it reminds me of something you'd see at the beginning of a fantasy, before the first chapter starts. There's something old world about it, nicely done.
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Why, thank you!

I step upon a burst balloon
A sad and broken, useless thing
Fallen from the world of air
To earth, never to rise again
 
Nice work, RJM and Aaron!

Okay, I really have to get in on this. I had no idea there was a poetry thread. That'll teach me to be more observant! Here's something I wrote last year for my poetry workshop class. It's supposed to be lyrics for a metal song:

My Word

Too many cunning choices
find me doing wrong;
all the scattering voices
hurling me along.

(Fear and trembling,
fear and trembling).

I never could slake the flow—
a rising crescendo of fear.
I never forsake the Crow.
The rousing cry thrashes with tears.

(Thrill and frenzy,
thrill and frenzy).

Release your reason!
I will emblazon
my word into you—
my touch withers you.

The ruby shine on your lips—
all the flame I need.
With the spattering moon drips,
yes, you have been freed.

(Wet and bloated,
wet and bloated).

I tremble to lash the flay—
a fountain of splendor so red—
but now I stir ash and pray,
lamenting the curses I bled.

(I’m so dreadful,
I’m so dreadful).

Embrace my treason!
I have emblazoned
my word into you—
my touch withered you.
 
Oh Michael, she's the wrong (vampire?) lady for you, bro! (Or maybe the right one ...)

Awake, behind closed eyes I see
A dead man hanging from a beam
The legs and swollen, blackened feet
I don't know if the man is me
 
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RJM Corbet said:
Oh Michael, she's the wrong lady for you, bro! (Or maybe the right one ...)

Awake, behind closed eyes I see
A dead man hanging from a beam
The legs and swollen, blackened feet
I don't know if the man is me
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Wow, that's creepy, too, RJM, and cool. (I like creepy, as if you hadn't already figured that out).

I like writing song lyrics. I've got some other stuff, but I just really like to write songs. Here's one that isn't creepy (I think), and I just finished writing it:

Purgatory

So you called me back
after all these years.
Never expected that;
I was so sure your tears
washed away the memory.
You were right to walk away
out of my world completely.
But I wanted you to stay.

When I lost you I lost it all
and fell into insanity.
I knew it was too far to fall
but had a long way to go.
I had a long way to go
to end my purgatory.

But you called me back
after all these years.
Never imagined that
you'd sweep away the leers
that tainted the memory.
Knew I had to wait for you.
And now you've forgiven me.
I was right to wait for you.

When I lost you I lost it all
and fell into insanity.
You knew it was too far to fall
and came a long way for me.
You came a long way for me
to end my purgatory.

When I lost you I lost it all
and fell into insanity.
I knew it was too far to fall
but had a long way to go.
I had a long way to go
to end my purgatory.
 
Whoa... Always thought this thread was for fantasy/sci-fi poetry and not just regular poems... Would have posted something AGES ago if I'd have known...

I'll start out with one of my 'in character' performance poetry pieces that seems to go down well when I perform as the Bubba Hendrixx Experience... they're funny and a lot less dark than my page poetry is... Plus it rhymes, and I don't do that all too often...

Based On A True Story

I **** a pink ribbon, but didn’t dare to pick it out
I **** a pink ribbon, what the **** is that about

I know I didn’t eat one, it wasn’t wrapped around a cake
And it definitely wasn’t a parasite or a flat pink anal snake

There was no clue to where it came from before it popped right out my ass
And I know for sure it did that because it was part of a larger mass

You people thought I was odd to check the contents before I flush
Although admittedly, for years, all I saw were piles of mush

But now because of this pink ribbon, which gave me quite a big surprise
I finally feel as if I’ve been vindicated in your eyes

Because it's not actually paranoia when things are really in your poo
And I’d be completely empathetic if the same thing happened to you
So the moral of this poem is to always check your number two

Because I **** out of myself a pink ribbon, but was too afraid to pick it out
I really **** a pink ribbon, what the **** was that about


Bubba
(aka Jammill)
 
Nice one JK


DIONYSUS

Beyond the hills
Remember to remember
A flat stone stage
A lizard standing on a rock
Small yellow flowers on the ground
Mind torn by grief and sexual rage
Guts ripped to shreds
By jealousy
To kiss the lips
To see the face
 
A 'proper' poem by me this time, not a comedy one...


For Hannah

I only ever had one picture of us
And I gave it you back
But I’ll never forget you
And no matter how hard I try not to every time I close my eyes reminds me
And I see you
Like that night I found you
In the minutes before I brought you back
Like I wish I could again

You waited years for me when you shouldn’t have
To get back what we'd never really had
As if you’d never done the things that made me leave
As if I hadn’t cried on my own because of what you did more times than I ever cried on your shoulder
And maybe I should have told you that more sternly
Maybe I should have told you that without my d**k in your mouth
And I know I shouldn’t have come round the next day to put it there again
But I’m trying to forget how weak I was around you
And convince myself this is not my fault

I’ll always try and remember you the last two times I saw you
When I hoped you were finally out of my life
Dancing in front of everyone
Because remembering you with me still hurts too much
Then at least I’ll remember you with the fake smile that fooled the world
The safe convincing one
Not the one you saved for me
For when I bled at your hands and begged at your feet

But I mourn for you who hurt me
For you who bled me and burnt me
You who went willingly into that cold dark night
Leaving me alone again
But finally leaving me alone

Jammill
 
I don't usually write poetry, but when I do it's as if an empty void has been rediscovered.

Nothing is Better
Waking up is a pain.
There is nothing to say.
What do I gain?
I do not wish to stay.
This is no place for me;
In this world of cold
I feel no glee.
What will my future hold?
There is no incentive.
Why do the fools go on?
My thoughts are destructive.
My suffering I prolong.
The solution is clear.
Forget everything and everyone.
There is nothing to fear.
Sadness has won.
 
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