New Poetry Thread

[Moonbat]

Round n Round

I wake to work
to earn to eat
to rent a dry warm
place to sleep
I sleep to rest
body and mind
and feel refreshed
come waking time

it goes round and round
and round and round
it don't stop
it goes round and round
and round and round
until you drop

I beg and scrimp
to budget my wage
so I'm not skint
before payday
I forego excess
and save the rest
to repay the interest
on my debts

it goes round and round
and round and round
it don't stop
it goes round and round
and round and round
until you drop



Probably my best poem and/or song to date,

 

[Majimaune]

Moonbat, I like it. I'm going to take a stab in the dark, is it about something that you perhaps do?

 

[sffhound]

You're all really good

I have one special mention to make though: I love love LOVED the poem "My cat" a few pages back!

Maybe I'll dare post one of my own too xD

 

[Majimaune]

I have one special mention to make though: I love love LOVED the poem "My cat" a few pages back!

I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say you like cats

Alrighty here is my latest (kind of anyway) that I have written... I believe it to be slightly Steiner. But that is very expainable since I have been at a Steiner school since I was in year 1 and now I'm in year 12.

So the mountain
Rumbled and roiled
The cliff faces all
Plunging to their doom,

Clouds overhead
Turning grey with worry
that their blue lakes
might be harmed.

The sun shines
from afar,
Bright yet not strong enough
to make many holes
through the worry ladden clouds.

The cliff faces,
They come to rest
in a meadow full of daisies,
Yellow and white.
The faces seem to make no impact
on the surface of the earth
For the daisies grew so quickly
All was at peace once more.​

 

[Majimaune]

I just wanted to share this with the people on Chrons. I wrote this the other day. Just how I feel.

Just Watching

Watching the smoke
as the plane
slowly spirals downwards.
I sit on the hill,
Just watching.

Watching the flames
as they lick at the trees,
Turning them black.
I sit on the hill,
Just watching.

Watching the bombs
as they fall,
destroying everything,
Leaving nothing.
I sit on the hill,
Just watching.

Watching the bullets
as they fly from the guns,
Tearing apart families
as the soldiers,
In their battle twisted minds,
Torture the parents
by killing the children first.
I sit on the hill,
Just watching.

Watching the faces
of many peoples
All staring at me blankly
Wondering what I'm trying to say,
What my point is.

My point that we,
The ones who are able,
should not be
Fighting For Peace;
A contradiction of terms.
Peace cannot be faught for,
But it can be found.

And from that,
Passed on.​

 

[Encephylops]

I'll submit a recent work... No particular meter...

The Dondreschaad

Half-pleasantly picking at cobblestone fibers
While winding the string around a stick
The toddering November begins
Here and there the diminuitive infants of winter crawl in

Spinning harsh woven whispers and then climb climb climb
Up into cloud-banks on ladders of birch
The creaking couldron-makers climb

Bees whir in concentric spheres of buzz
Echoing through the canyon with excited fervor and pizzazz
So many boulders and builders are cracked in the lightning storm

They sit and sizz on the plane, glowing brightly, softly, then out

Pillow talks now
Feelers extended and grasping
Lemmings jump down spiral staircases
Winding and dropping and bouncing
Like a giant gumball machine

Flemish painters and sausage grinders
And trolly car operaters and luisure suit liasons and girlies
Go dancing in the lobby, while the bothered elderly
Stand and clack their tongues

Clack clack clack

Transvestite Autumn
you have scorched and drifted
like a hawk on fire and falling

Intertwined with laces of Winter's biting bitches
You dissipate and are absorbed
Into leaves, blades, stalks, branches and boughs
The common grounds are pock-marked
With rusted pickups on blocks

But your chest is full of air
And your mind will ever spin
And your feet will tread and tread and tread
And your radio will always pick up static
Late at night, going "Shhhhhhhhh....."

©2008 by N.K.Wheaton
​

 

[Hilarious Joke]

That was amazing. Thanks for sharing it.

 

[Hilarious Joke]

I love you because.
Seeps colours and days
melts
empty days stretch
echoes at waking, memories fake.
Aching, aching
memories fake.
If only I could see or hear
I miss your smile I miss your laugh
I miss the curl of a lock the twist of lips
the arched raise of an eyebrow the smallness of your feet the size of your heart
secret notes and secret secrets
dilapidated dreams and hopeless hopes
walking and walking in the sun
aching, aching, again, again
I miss your smile I miss your laugh
I miss I miss I miss
a lingering sense
of what once was.
Of what once was,
I love you because.

 

[Majimaune]

HJ and Encephylops, I like them both. Quite a bit.

I'm sure I will chuck something else up here soon, just have to be bothered to type something up.

 

[Majimaune]

Okay so I don't particularly like this one but the person who I wrote it to really did so I thought I would put it up here.

Her Eyes

The first time I saw her
I wasn't sure of what
I was seeing.

It seemed to me
that I had stumbled into a dream
And I didn't know what to say.
My words were all mixed up
as my tongue tripped over
the easiest sounds.

My laugh was nervous,
My smile shy.
You probably thought
He's an idiot,
I never want to see him again,
He can't get too words straight

Thats true but might I explain?
I fell into your eyes,
Never to find my way out again.
And whats more,
I didn't want to get out.

Your voice was sweet,
Your smile sweeter.
Laughter hung in the air,
but nothing compared
To your eyes

 

[master arminas]

Time


How can I change what I have done?
I cannot, for the past is set harder than stone.
How can I move onward, knowing my sins?
I cannot, if I dwell only on my actions.

Time is no man's friend; it flows forever on.
Freezing yesterday in the grip of memory.
Grasping the present with a withered hand.
Choking the future with the ashes of the past.

Yet, if I move past, in my mind, the burdens
of yesteryear, and concentrate on living today,
to remember neither the despair nor the pity,
I can see a new branch, a fork in the road.

The past is unchanged, and unchangeable.
The present is the time of chance and luck.
The future is always in motion, never still,
altered with every action now, in this time.

And to see what the future holds, forget the past,
take today those steps, which will make the days
yet to come into the vision you wish. Otherwise,
life is a lie, a nightmare from which I will never wake.

 

[master arminas]

Questions


What have I done to suffer such pain?
Am I evil, am I wrong, where is my relief?
Life grinds ever on, crushing like a train,
those who cannot escape from underneath.

Each day lingers, until I am like a man
who suffers from cancer, unable to feel.
Trembling, waiting, for the drugs in hand,
all numb and confused; ready to kill.

But that's not the answer, is it?
Does another's death weight the soul?
Until I sink to my knees in a fit,
to entomb myself amongst unmined coal.

Searching and seeking, in all the wrong ways,
to find, to understand, something, anything!
This despairing life, this time in the end of days,
the key is here, but oh, how my head rings!

When I know the answer, what will I gain?
Will it reveal what I already fear to say?
Confirming my life was wasted; lived in vain.
Saying my talents were squandered away.

But perhaps, if I am luckier than I merit,
might there be a slight chance, a slim hope.
My works are enough, that I shall bear it,
to temper, to forge a man who learns to cope.

 

[Majimaune]

Lovers May Dream

Her hand lies across my chest.
I can feel the rhythm
of my heart beating,
I'm sure she can feel it too.
It's beating fast,
She makes me so nervous.

We both roll to our sides,
Eyes meeting.
Hers have an immortal quality,
Drawing me in with warmth
and love.
I don't know what she feels,
Looking into my eyes,
But however she smiles.
It makes me smile.

Can this time for us
Never end?
I wish it could go one and on,
Forever.

Let the world pass by
without us for a while.
Let us
Have a moment longer
To ourselves.

I awake,
It was a nice dream.

 

[master arminas]

The Heavens Weep


The heavens weep, for what I know not,
a gentle rain of God's own tears.

The rain is not of sorrow, nor sadness,
but a promise of renewal.​

The heavens weep and we carry on.

 

[Reyben]

Okay. Deep breath. Don't be intimidated by quality of the previous works. Just dive in.
Sooo... I wrote this one a while ago, but I've always had a soft spot for it:


Pennies.


Penny for the widow.

One finds the world
a falling seed
we dine
and drink
the finest wine
from ship to shore
to seek
but more
from greed
for gifts
our spirit lifts.

Farthing for the bride.

If much is found
to lose, thus lost
and much is gained
to want, thus have
Watch the seas
from salty cliffs
the gulls, they fly
the Sirens call.

Pound for the daughter.

Follow those
who came before
after those
who fell at the door

Fiver for the son.

Who rises
(fields of roses)
and stands tall
and defiant
the colossus
taller still
the angry clockwork giant.

Money for the family
toss it down the well
Money for the family
to the gates of hell.

We come
from quests
of length imperious
faces solemn
our tones so serious
return to shore
of solid mind
with treasure troves
-the wonders, still ours to find.

We all fall down
At the door.

Come gather round, small children
listen to the tale
of fallen kings
and angry dragons
come listen to the story
of lost souls
and those of us who came before.

 

[dustinzgirl]

Thats pretty cool Reybren.

 

[Reyben]

Thanks, dustinzgirl!

 

[Jon_Sauve123]

This Day​

Call me on, late in the day,​

When the new day dawns,​

The sun will be away,​

And the stars will be souls,​

And we’ll all be standing,​

In the watery shoals.

​

Staring up at a dark day,​

As the universe yawns,​

And the night comes to stay,​

And god will delay,​

Alone in the abyss,​

In the watery maze.

​

Wish it and it may,​

Come true for us today,​

We did it ourselves,​

It ends this way,​

Just as it began, we explode,​

Sunshine on a new land.​

 

[master arminas]

Friendship


In the quiet place, the still place,
where earth and heaven meet,
she patiently waits for me.

In the nights when no other
has time to spare a stranger,
she greets me coldly should I dare.

To see what waits in her dim halls,
a peaceful rest, for I am so weary,
tired and worn, body and soul.

She waits, for my time is not right,
my eternal night, in the future still lies,
to set my burdens down and sleep.

She waits, hand steady upon the scythe,
knowing that her day, and mine, will come.
For she is my friend, she is Death.

 

[master arminas]

Tribute


In the still quiet time, the lonely hour of dreams
visions appear to me, my own mind's schemes.

Of how this life should be, of wrong actions taken,
of opportunities passed, of friendship forsaken.

Regret is a bitter poison as certain as fated death
the end of days, of time, grows closer each breath.

But, in the still corner of my mind there is hope
that time remains, to mend my ways, to learn to cope.

Life is not a game; there are no wins or losses,
with no rules, no score kept, only our choices.

Onward then, with faith not for God uncaring,
only comfort to those you each day see faring.

In life unbent, unbroken, crowned in all it's glory,
a tribute to Man's precious gift, though soon to die.