Poetry Thread (9 Viewers)

Bjerknes

"Top Economist"
Mar 16, 2004
111,701
#1
I am not sure whether or not we have had a thread dedicated to poetry, however in recent weeks I have found a new interest in the subject. Poetry uses words in several different fashions to describe emotions, states of being, and everyday occurances, and in some ways could be the most powerful form of communcation known to man.

I thought it would be interesting to share some poetry, either your own or that of famous poets such as my favorite, Robert Frost.

Here is one I wrote a few days ago:

Unanswered


What does it mean
To not want to live anymore
To forfeit the feeling of sea breezes calming your face
To abandon the warmth of the sun comforting your place

What does it mean
To not want to love anymore
To relinquish the hands of others who wholeheartedly care
To renounce the sentiments of loved ones into thin air

What does it mean
To take your last breath
To inhale the final aroma of the earth we stand
To insufflate the penultimate offering to our land

What does it mean
To feel superfluous and unsubstantial in time
Yet withstand the power of the human race combined
Oh what does it mean
 

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HelterSkelter

Senior Member
Apr 15, 2005
19,138
#3
i wrote this about 3-4 years ago.i was over this girl at the time,so that is where the excessivley irritating mush comes from.


the songbird whispered in my ear
and asked me about face that i always see
so i decided to pen down some words
to tell you what you mean to me

you're the sweet fragrance from a rose
you're what a poet expresses through his prose
you're the first drop of rain falling from the sky
you're the last tear sliding down my cheeks when i cry
you're words for a man who cant speak,sound for a man who cant hear
you're a frightened man's fear,sorrow for a man who cant shed a tear
you're the song that i sing when im sad
you're the drug that i need so bad
you're my joy,you're my laughter
you're my past,my present and my forever after
you're my diamond,you're my gold
you're the young feeling that never grows old
you're water to a tired and thirsty man
you're reasoning to a person who cannot understand
you're religion to a man who doesnt believe in God
you're even to the person who only sees odd
you're love to a person who only feels hate
you're proof to a person who doesnt believe in fate
you're vision to a man who cannot see
you're ambition to man who cant be what he wants to be
you're sunshine to the person whos world is dark
to a cruel man,you're a soft and tender heart
you're what the bible means to a priest
you're what the jungle means to a beast
you're what freedom means to a man behind bars
you're what beauty means to a man with scars
you're air to a man who cannot breathe
you're blood to a man who cannot bleed
you're my mosque,you're my temple
you're my church,you're my monastrey
you're a book with a never ending story
you're a priest's unanswered prayer
you're courage to a man who cannot dare

whatever you may be
it all comes down to my love for you
and one day'll you too will love me
to the world you're its time
and soon enough you're gonna be mine
for on a dark and gloomy night you're a shining star
to make it brief
the basis of my existence is what you realy are!
 
Apr 12, 2004
77,165
#4
Come to me, come to you,
What? I look like a Jew?

Is it the nose, is it the locks?
Is it the Star of David on my socks?

Is it De Cock, fuck,
Smoke the rock,

Play here, play in my pants,
Is it my Michael Jackson Thriller stance?

WeinerWHAT??, cum-slut,
Nut nut nut in Pado's butt!
 

baggio

Senior Member
Jun 3, 2003
19,250
#5
Rochembeck and gang, I'd opened a poetry thread earlier....look it up. There's some interesting work you may want to see there too. Somebody could merge this.
 
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Bjerknes

Bjerknes

"Top Economist"
Mar 16, 2004
111,701
  • Thread Starter
  • Thread Starter #7
    Alright sorry Deej...I did not know you had already made a thread about this subject. Mods please merge the two threads and do not delete any posts.
     
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    Bjerknes

    Bjerknes

    "Top Economist"
    Mar 16, 2004
    111,701
  • Thread Starter
  • Thread Starter #11
    As She Walked Away


    As she walked away
    With her bag in hand and adoring swagger
    No thought of worry had invaded my psyche.
    As if I was captivated with happiness
    Forever

    Hours seemingly became days of perplexity,
    Notwithstanding thoughts of exultation of what could be.
    A boy walks downstairs on Christmas Day
    Only to find nothing in his stocking
    Again

    When examining every move I thought,
    Was it something I said, or something I didn’t say?
    A father visits his son’s grave two years after.
    Sorry, he says, for the first
    Time

    The phone rings half past midnight.
    A telegraph was sent from the sinking Titanic,
    Stating all hope was lost for recuperation.
    Our fateful eyes had touched for the last
    Time

    The chance to cherish and express is forever lost
    As much as the days we can never revive
    The sorrow runs through every vein and bone
    For I never spoke the words
    I love you
     

    Dragon

    Senior Member
    Apr 24, 2003
    27,407
    #14
    ßömßärdiër said:
    Come to me, come to you,
    What? I look like a Jew?

    Is it the nose, is it the locks?
    Is it the Star of David on my socks?

    Is it De Cock, fuck,
    Smoke the rock,

    Play here, play in my pants,
    Is it my Michael Jackson Thriller stance?

    WeinerWHAT??, cum-slut,
    Nut nut nut in Pado's butt!


    I love it!!
     

    baggio

    Senior Member
    Jun 3, 2003
    19,250
    #15
    Time

    An eternal essence,
    Or whatever remains of it.
    Dissolving memories,
    And unsung moments.

    Beautiful is the unknown,
    That drapes our existence.
    An approaching vacuum,
    Saturated with hours.

    Fading clocks,
    Another day undone.
    Effortless almost,
    In its embrace with infinity.

    As each ripple,
    Drowns in its nothingness.
    Time waits,
    Only to leave us behind.



    PS: Dont know if I've posted it already, but new thread old poem, what the heck.
     

    Menace

    Senior Member
    Apr 22, 2005
    3,988
    #16
    Suicide Note :D

    I'm lost on the river, the river of no return,
    The endless river of sorrow and pain,
    I try to fight back but, it ends in tears,
    Don’t know why I’m even bothering,
    Life is a dark lonely prison, a part of me is dead,

    You tell me to live life in hope but, its too late,
    The time device of self-destruction, slowly killing myself,
    Destroying my friends, forgive me mother,
    For hurting you everyday, death is when I'll be happy,
    Goodbye cruel world.
     

    Enron

    Tickle Me
    Moderator
    Oct 11, 2005
    75,253
    #17
    Im Going Home...

    the light shines clearly
    the mist a little leery
    I am a lonesome traveler
    I’ve come so far to have her
    he travels near and far
    his soul is bottled in a jar
    so many miles and so little rest
    if she saw my actions she would jest
    so tired I can never sleep
    when I see her I will weep

    this journey home shows so much destruction
    visions of Bull Run and the burning junction
    if I’d stayed then I would be dead
    now I think of her beside me in bed
    in every town I am a stranger
    on every road I am in danger
    this is not the place that I once traversed
    but a place that seems bitterly cursed
    i am going home to find my lover
    over this land a storm cloud hovers

    I walk slow in soldier’s cadence
    the somber dance helps my patience
    I walk because that is what soldiers do
    once the dead are killed and the battle is through
    there are no birds or the fiddle’s song
    to guide my path as I walk along
    these dusty roads that once were great
    this land once rivaled mighty heaven’s gate
    now it seems the northern fox is on the town
    the papers say Atlanta burned to the ground

    in dreams I see her on the mountain
    oh how she shines in beauty’s fountain
    my feet draw me closer and I cease to worry
    but the rain drives hard and hinders my hurry
    these roads are weary, busted, and weak
    they remind me of the boots upon my feet
    the more I walk the more I love her
    what the days ahead will bring I am not sure
    I am in the place where the prettiest flowers grow
    where the animals roam and the winter brings snow
     

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