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Poems
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 10:35 pm
by Imco
Hello all, this is a topic entirely dedicated to poems and similar texts.
I'm not sure if this already existed, though I couldn't find it anywhere.
The purpose is to post your poems here, or poems that inspire you.
I myself write poems to express my feelings,
I don't always feel very well about myself and the world and I feel a lot better after writing a poem.
Anyway I hope you like poems as much as I do
To start it off, a little poem I wrote today. Today kind of sucked, so it's not very cheerful...
Life and Love
Love is life and life is love.
Love is being part of
A relationship so warm and tender
Serenaded by the morning dove.
But all of this is not for me
It is how I'd like it to be
But all 4 walls are closing in
I wonder how it could have been
If I were pretty, if I were nice
If I would actually suffice.
But no I’m not and I won’t be.
All of this is not for me.
All I see’s a gloomy shade
All around me, it won’t fade
Darkness is my only friend
Though it will bring me to my end.
Love is life and life is love.
Life is though, what I’m sick of.
My life was never meant to be.
Life and love are dead to me.
Re: Poems
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 10:42 pm
by sonicbrawler182
I used to write quite a few poems, though I'm not sure I'd like to post them. I'm not very proud of them at all. Kind of embarrassed by them really.
Re: Poems
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 10:47 pm
by Dark Lum Lord
Here's a mediocre one by myself, enjoy the stench while it lasts or wave it away. Your choice.
Oh, nobody knows
Nobody cares
Nobody shows
Nobody shares
And the wayward stole the show
But the meek have overthrown
And they'll never know
No they'll never know
Mother Nature can only groan
The grass is never greener
There's a songbird with no demeanor
A freebird, but it's no dreamer
The world's had enough of the reamer
"The fuck's intelligence
All I know's arrogance"
But it's okay
It's alright
The world's all fine
When everyone's dead inside
Best when read aloud in monotone, along with drums. Don't forget the finger snapping afterwards.
Re: Poems
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:29 am
by Adsolution
^That almost sounds and flows like a rap, huhue.
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I wrote this thinger when I was fifteen, one of my only attempts at 'poetry'. I turned it into lyrics for a song, however, since it felt more lyric-y than poem-y:
Stalking down an empty hall
All Winter through Spring till Fall
Like a spider in the night
Its prey could not choose to fight
Shining tears roll down their cheeks
Not able to comprehend
The pain that you could make come true
I would never care for you
Inspired by that, I just now wrote this, with a similar pacing/theme, but much more metaphoricaturationedified:
Sunny days will thrive like fire
And just as such, will die like fire
Jealousy will form, transpire,
When the light is dead; ignite the dark
It burns for not as long as day
Watch as silent dreams decay
A star-blazed night, if you may
I eye it through the blinds at home
Don't leave me, I fear for you
These precious eyes are real and true
Be careful not to let them spoil
Your fragile, naïve mortal coil
I might be interested in attempting some more poetry, it's quite evocative and feels very different from writing lyrics.
Re: Poems
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:00 pm
by Dark Lum Lord
Love both of them, Ad. I've maybe one or two other poems I can't find - one a rageful rant, another an optimistic hurrah. This thread has actually reminded me of a Daria quote referring to the Beat Generation.

Re: Poems
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:47 pm
by Imco
So, I wrote another one

This one's called "The Piano"
It's the white of the keys
It's the black in between
It's the steel of the strings
It's all the little things
That make this piano so obscene.
Because those keys aren't white
And the black is not right
For a piano so bright.
I used to play with ease
But then came the disease
All the white turned grey
All the black faded away
And before I could pray
It was too late
No time to wait
It all came apart
And so did my heart
It was over for this piece of art.
All the debris
Right in front of me
I burned them to ashes
All of these thrashes
And once they were gone
I had to move on.
So that’s what I did
And now I forbid
Myself to buy
A new piano , but why?
It’s because one day
I will be led astray
And my soul will be free
Like the piano debris
It will be in the air
And perhaps that’s not fair
But that’s how it’ll be
Believe me, you’ll see
I will be going away.
Re: Poems
Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:08 am
by Dark Lum Lord
Another one, I was too lazy to retype it so I created an image of it. It's pretty sappy. Just sayin'.
Shit, I just realized that I wrote "glaze" instead of "gaze".
Re: Poems
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:28 am
by Dark Lum Lord
Checkerboard (1969)
Boquet beauty belle, bitten by the butane
Half-eaten sandwich queen stopped by the suit and cane
Catatonic klepto teen riding her last drop of dopamine
We only wanted what was best,
they took it upon themselves, and the rest was only a test
We picked up the picket signs, but they sent out the shield lines
Coiled the sulfur around my bubbling blossoms
And no matter our putrid paranoia,
no matter our sonic suicide
We won't belong
Walls between,
spoiled scene
King of the shitstains, smeared through the tiles
Never appreciated, and they're all in denial
Caged in our ethereal prisons for being ahead of our times, bringing the future in a world of the senile
So chain my pride, spit in my eye, but you're the one who's crossed to the wrong side
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Follicle
Carry me through seas of acid rain
Forever yours, forever blinded by sparkling haze
The killer in me the killer in you, delicate hands dancing over my mortal being
And I swore I tripped through stars
Never there to brush my cheek,
never there to drag me out
Skipped to the dimestore, stepped on your flowers
'Cause I reach out, on my sinking ship
Precious glass blanket,
But I brought my warhammer,
no need to fake it
My precious reflection, surely can take it
I always asked for more than I could pay,
i always throw out the bone
Alleyway fuckup,
dragging thru the broken glass, strumming his blues guitar
"Happy birthday to me,
nothing left for me to see,
balloons hither to Death, cake for one, life chewed my candles, foaming at the mouth from a fever
my presents are never
lost life's house key
sittin' alone with tea"
Crowd of two, and only you
Crack whore shithead throwin' a tomato,
drunken clown scratching my groundhog scabs,
bit my cake, bit my mental state
No way, no way
No way to the door, today
paid a buck extra but she's only worth my rusted penny
Said, "Isn't it enough for at least a lumpkin, Jenny"
Just want to unwrap your celestial towel,
like a melting snow revealing a lively grass
Your teeth are a rotted tree of termitepies
and I stroke the covers, bloated blankets of jagged rocks, juiced up venom vipers
Just one kiss, to take out the piss
Tuck me in with hopeful murmurs of lies, and cradle me by starlight
Whip out your stories of yonder, I need you tonight
Collapsing into hollow bodies
I need you by my side, just for one of my plights
Won't you hop on the trunk,
and stroke my greys, because the stars fly as our kite
Just for tonight
Ride by our asylum and turn up the radio one last time,
pass our love poems, looking back
Just one last taste of our grand scheme of dessert
Our cake, now covered in exotic forests of fur
The night's still young
But the time was hung,
though all that's left is our telephone wire of disconnection
Monday, I sent you chocolate
Tuesday I cried in bed,
Wednesday I lit my torches
Thursday, and I can only run away
But today has gone down a different road, my cliffs entering the horizon
Now only the demons sleep next to my side, now only my demons shield the draft
Now only the demons stay up at night, keeping from the bright
But I'm still left to trek my paths alone
Shut the curtain on my pain,
all that's left is my broken frames of you, stained by shame
smudging my life lane
So beautiful, gripping onto death's stair case,
sparkling down the hall in your diamond dress tinged with supremacy
Beautiful as the evening's tornado of confused colors,
no different than the sphere of scorching fire I hold so dear to me
Lent me your hand of grace, march down our sunset one last time
But tonight I'm left hanging in the branches by me, myself, and I
Tonight, only I stumble through the web of life,
me, myself, and I
--
Mindfuck
The porch door open,
Rain is the bridge covering my sanity slippage,
i whisper
Rain is the shattered stone, the clashing tears of the heavens, crashing together and rotting death before our eyes
Rain, strike your harp for me,
another lesson in the game of reviving the dead
Eat my pain away,
though keep the strain in the way
blanket the poison she injects in the grass
and shudder to think
Re: Poems
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 3:21 am
by Dart
sadly I don't do poetry that well, so lets try one now for the hell of it:
what is Love,
is it abstract like art,
or is it physical,
like the beating of a heart,
is it shown with words,
or the smile on ones face,
does one have to find love,
or is it something shared already
Re: Poems
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 2:52 pm
by Dark Lum Lord
For how long will we tolerate mass murder?
=
: Forty years ago,
as fallen pansies we flow
mining our soils of rampant ego
Re: Poems
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 5:12 pm
by LoveMetal
Recently, I made a translation of that french poem from René Char:
That he lives
In my country, tender proofs of spring and poorly dressed birds are prefered from distant goals.
Truth is waiting sunset next to the light of a candle. Broken glass from a window is forsaken. No matters to the attentive.
In my country, one never questions a moved man.
No thin shadow is visible on the capsized boat.
Hello barely is unknown in my country.
One only borrows what one can return increased.
There are leaves, a lot of leaves on the trees of my country. Branches are free to not having fruits.
We do not believe in the good faith of the conqueror.
In my country, we thank, many.
Re: Poems
Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 12:04 am
by Dark Lum Lord
Misaimed shelf dust levitating through societal cracks
I belong to no decade, lost in my own tracks
Hotblooded bullet holes beckon me off the path, manipulating our desires, propel us further back
Re: Poems
Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 12:27 am
by Imco
Dust in the wind, dust in the air
Dust on the carpet, dust everywhere
Dust be no more, dust go away
Or I'll have to kill you with Swiffer some day