Poems

[Father-of-Death]

Hey!

Poems are an art form too! ^^

So... i'd love to see poems you've made for class or for fun!
i might even use your poem as a song! I could make an audio track with it :)

with permision from you of course!!!

Please refrain from posting those stupid "I wanna end my life, no one understands me" shit...

And describe your poem if it is hard to understand the meaning.

This thread is basicly for the poeple who suck at drawing or have no talent in visual art.
So more poeple can be active in the art forum! YAY!

Here's mine:

it's about music, just sayin....

It is not just a sound.
It is a diamond,
buried in the ground.
Costly and beautiful
when it is found.
Then displayed all around.

It is not just a sound.
It is a royal king,
the ruler of this town.
Demanding everyone to dance
by his royal crown.

It is not just a sound.
It is a hilarious clown
So cheerful
Turning every frown
Upside down.

hahahaha that was my 6th grade poem from long ago! ^^ i still love it!

[Father-of-Death]

A seed buried
So deep
Struggling
Through heaps of dirt
Holding it down
Only in a matter of time
Until it breaks away
From this messy trap
Only in a matter of time
Until it buries too deep
Too smothered
Only in a matter of time
Until rain pours
To help it grow

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This is about me struggling in school, trying to work hard and resist failing. i'm not doin so good in school and i am trying my hardest, but just sometimes i just give up and say "who cares..." If i just suck it up and do the work it is a matter of till i am let loose and free, but if i take the wrong road and don't do my work then it's down hill from here.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/3/07 11:48 PM, Joonho wrote: That poem sounds like shakspere. Nice! *claps*

Thanks a bunches my fellow freind!!!

hahaha

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/3/07 11:55 PM, Joonho wrote:

At 3/3/07 11:50 PM, Father-of-Death wrote:

At 3/3/07 11:48 PM, Joonho wrote: That poem sounds like shakspere. Nice! *claps*

Thanks a bunches my fellow freind!!!

hahaha

I'm actully studing shackspere. I hate doing the home work though. My school is an acting school. It's called TAPCO (theater arts prodution company)

sweet they make you create poems or anything???

or make your own play or something???

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 12:04 AM, Joonho wrote: All different types. Video class, drumming, acting, technolegy. Right now im in acting. (Thats shackspere too ya know?) The poem is called "Love is not love"

wait what poem...? confuzed...

AND ANYONE ELSE WANNA POST POEMS EXCEPT ME?

[Sh0T-D0wN]

The pineapple falls from the tree;
Strikeing the ground with a "thump!"
Speech is a form of creation;
So give this topic a "Bump!"

:D

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 12:28 AM, Sh0T-D0wN wrote: The pineapple falls from the tree;
Strikeing the ground with a "thump!"
Speech is a form of creation;
So give this topic a "Bump!"

D

hahaha sweet

[redheadguy55]

"not knowing how to tell you"

It is horrible,
Horrible not knowing how to tell you,
How I feel when you’re around.
I get so nervous,
I feel I’m sinking in the ground.
No other girl makes me feel this way.
I see you almost everyday,
But I never have the courage,
I can’t think of what to say.
Yet I think the time is right,
I think about you every night.
That’s how I know,
I love you.
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this was written for a girl i liked that i didn't know how to tell
later I entered it on poetry.com and it got to the semifinals not sure if it went farther but it was supposed to be published in a book but i havent heard anything more from them

you should all go to www.poetry.com

another................

Slayers of Suicide

Thoughts chaotically go through my head,
Making me feel that I would be better off dead.
I dread waking up another day,
I just want it to end, for that I pray.
Then I come upon something,
Something so great
It washes away all these thoughts of suicide,
Making me glad I have not yet died.
It clears my mind,
Brings me peace and tranquility,
What are these things?
They are slayers of suicide.
They help you see what is good in life,
They erase the images of grim and his scythe,
They help you up when you have lost all hope.
Yet they are unaware,
Unaware of what they have done for you.
They are just being them selves.
Thank them,
For everything,
For saving you from yourself.
Thank them for slaying suicide.
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written after rough time in my life where suicide did enter my head but i saw the good things and turned my life around

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 12:38 AM, redheadguy55 wrote: "not knowing how to tell you"

Wow!!!

I really really really liked it!!!

Good job man!

[Mrmilkcarton]

I was bored one day....

Our planet like a wilting rose,
Fallen upon the lands.
Petal by petal to it's death.
This is how it ends.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 01:38 AM, Mrmilkcarton wrote: I was bored one day....

Our planet like a wilting rose,
Fallen upon the lands.
Petal by petal to it's death.
This is how it ends.

I really like it cuz it's short BUT very decriptive and deep! ^^ good job!!!

[Father-of-Death]

i guess i'll put a happy one up here!

Friendship

Strong as granite
A warm spring day
Bright as the sun
An old redwood giant
An inviting hello
The second home

Friends

Always fighting
Always forgiving
Sharing memories
Never forgetting
The good times they had.

[TheAutocrat]

All My Poems and Prose are here.

i is a writer... so yeahz.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 02:33 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: All My Poems and Prose are here.

i is a writer... so yeahz.

well post some on HERE or make up a new one and post on here... somthin,......

I did like em though :D

[TheAutocrat]

dirty hands

Yeah I see you, hands out to me. I'd like to help but I can't.
In the mud, dirt and the sand I can't get involved with your dirty hands.
Begging me for help now, what happened to the strength that you once had?
Complain to me, knee high in corroded soil, I got enough dirt.
So just get up and help yourself.

The world is full of it. You can't get out o' here.
Don't cry, it only turns to mud when mixed with tears.
Gets sticky, wet and frustrating.
So dig yourself out with those dirty hands.

Sickened by demands from this world, dirty hands
asking for help when they don't give back
Black beneath the nail. And yellow are the teeth
Dick deep, friend. Got get yourself out of this one
But it'll take a long time to get those hands clean.

Sad eyes in a sand-spattered face. I'd give you a shovel but I need the space.
You can't finish the race, but atleast you'll survive. Stay alive, I'll see both of your faces.
I'd lend you a hand but I need to get out myself.

Look at me down here in this pit. Do you understand
me when I say I'm sorry. Hey please I'm begging you
Im reaching out with dirty hands.

[TheSilverSerpent]

Man, you guys are really good!! Not much of a poetry fan myself, but i thought i might give this a try:

There once was a man named Joe,
Had the biggest high school diploma, y'know,

There once was a man named Justin,
Who lived in the world's largest bin,

There was a man name Enis...

Heh, i think you get the idea. Like i said, not much of a poetry kind of guy myself, and not always the funniest, but at least i try.

[TheAutocrat]

a creepy point of view of rape.
im artistic srry.

The feel of the skin, the touch of the flesh
the blood is warm, your blood is fresh
in love, in lust its all the same
to let this one pass would be a shame.

Once I saw its radient glow, I knew what I wanted
With your radient skin, perfect figure... you taunted
Flaunted all the things I desired, now I must have it.
You can't escape me now.

A rush for me, your arms are binded
the first few drinks and now youre blinded
cross my heart, I love tonight
Should have noticed. Please put up a fight.

struggle baby struggle, it makes me feel better.
When you leave tonight I'll remember you.
tears on my pillow and blood in the sheets.
I do anything to take all of your sweets.
I'm in love, can't you tell
You're body charms me, Your sexy shell.

Scream for help or scream for me
Pull away, but can't you see
I'm in love. I'm in love.
It elevates, lets celebrate
I'm chasing you through the halls
Don't run away from me, I love you.
Down the staircase you fall.

Blue and red lights all night tonight.
tomorrow night's new dim light threw off my sight
And I cause no fright. Another bite. She's like you.
I'm in love again.

[TheSilverSerpent]

At 3/4/07 03:06 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: I'm in love again.

Whoa. 0.o Creepy...

[TheAutocrat]

At 3/4/07 03:09 AM, TheSilverSerpent wrote:

At 3/4/07 03:06 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: I'm in love again.

Whoa. 0.o Creepy...

thanks. if you wanna read more go here

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 03:06 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: -POEMS N' STUFF-

WOW :O

You are amzingly awsome!!!

I feel like i just got raped... hee hee good job on that!!!

At 3/4/07 03:04 AM, TheSilverSerpent wrote: Man, you guys are really good!! Not much of a poetry fan myself, but i thought i might give this a try:

There once was a man named Joe,
Had the biggest high school diploma, y'know,

There once was a man named Justin,
Who lived in the world's largest bin,

There was a man name Enis...

Heh, i think you get the idea. Like i said, not much of a poetry kind of guy myself, and not always the funniest, but at least i try.

HAHAHA!!! I ain't that good at it but it takes practise if you wanna get good at it.

[TheAutocrat]

At 3/4/07 03:14 AM, Father-of-Death wrote:

At 3/4/07 03:06 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: -POEMS N' STUFF-

WOW :O

You are amzingly awsome!!!

I feel like i just got raped... hee hee good job on that!!!

THANKS ALOT man. i love getting feedback like that!

hers a better, more happier poem about the beach.

The sand beneath my feet. The sounds surround my face.
Nothing as far as the eye can see. So dark. So perfect.
The cool breeze tease my hair as the waves all seem to race.
No one else but me here. I know it's late but I don't fear
The sound does something nothing else could do.
It takes away my anger.
The image in front of me is soothing, too.
Dark, untouched and it offers up to me solitude.

Behind me, all is different. Full of life with lights and cars.
People walking so carefree from hotels to small bars.
But behind is not the beauty. It offers only a city and noise.
In front of me is the world. As if God's hand is in front of me.
The ocean and the sky make love and it makes me forget.
Forget the trouble back home. The stories of true life.
But i must go home tomorrow. It will be a long drive.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 03:21 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: hers a better, more happier poem about the beach.

Ive noticed that you are very very very discriptive in your poems....

lemme widdle down the words you don't need real qwik and see if it's still a good poem...

sand beneath my feet.
Nothing. dark. perfect.
cool breeze tease my hair
waves all seem to race.
alone. it's late but I don't fear
sounds capture me like nothing else
taking my anger.
soothing imagry.
Dark,
untouched,
offering up to me solitude.

Behind all is different. lively with lights and cars.
People walking carefree from hotels to small bars.
behind is not the beauty. offering only distraction and noise.
In front, is the world. God's hand.
ocean and sky make love. making me forget.
Forget troubles back home. stories of true life.

sorry if i made you mad in any way what so ever.....

but before it was more a story now it looks more like a poem

[TheAutocrat]

At 3/4/07 03:38 AM, Father-of-Death wrote:

At 3/4/07 03:21 AM, TheAutocrat wrote: hers a better, more happier poem about the beach.

Ive noticed that you are very very very discriptive in your poems....

lemme widdle down the words you don't need real qwik and see if it's still a good poem...

sand beneath my feet.
Nothing. dark. perfect.
cool breeze tease my hair
waves all seem to race.
alone. it's late but I don't fear
sounds capture me like nothing else
taking my anger.
soothing imagry.
Dark,
untouched,
offering up to me solitude.

Behind all is different. lively with lights and cars.
People walking carefree from hotels to small bars.
behind is not the beauty. offering only distraction and noise.
In front, is the world. God's hand.
ocean and sky make love. making me forget.
Forget troubles back home. stories of true life.

sorry if i made you mad in any way what so ever.....

but before it was more a story now it looks more like a poem

you are correct sir!

PITY

One day you'll see
your sins create a sea
in which you drown in

One day will be
all we need
to throw away the grin

Locked away in a dream
you have always seemed
to be the best you possibly could.

But if you finally find
that you've wasted all your time.
Let me know, if you possibly would.

As it lies by your feet
hasn't hit the floor yet
you call it a defeat
as you put your effort to rest.
The shovels still in hand
the hole is getting deeper
Everything you demand
makes the hole a little steeper

Our hands are below, we offer you our help
Yet you shovel in more when you put us on the shelf
Rediculously pitiful, grown with tears
Pathetic and annoying with superfluous fears.

I pray you realize
That teary eyes
never solved a thing.

Sulking cries
over stupid lies
Pity gets us nothing.

[Father-of-Death]

Wow I really liked! i understood it very well!!!

But just one thing...

Very good ryhmeing!!! but soem of it didn't make sence, because when you try to ryhme a poem you try to think of the word that ryhmes the best not the word that means the most...

it's very common of poeple to do that.

that is why i love free verse poems more because they have more meaning.

Just a couple lines sounded weird it's allright!!! AWSOME JOb!!!! i really liked it! and the beach one too ^^

[Havayosunu]

At 3/3/07 11:35 PM, Father-of-Death wrote: Hey!

Poems are an art form too! ^^

man, poem is a branch of literature! but it doesnt mean u spam teh art forum, in fact it s real nice thread. posting poems will be a cool trend i think :D good job! i hope admins will put a literature forum in BBS soon and u can continue at there :)

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 05:45 AM, Volit0 wrote: Ode to Volit0.

He goes by the name of Volit0
Everybody calls him a hero
Coz he rescued a cat
In a funny red hat
And then he drank some Coke Zero.

if you are reading this Rebbay made this go ask her in her thread about
'' ill make a poem about you''

wow.......Come on it was a good luagh for like 2 seconds...Lemme see a serious poem or a funny poem that acually is lenglthly

[AarghCat]

Oh, for God's sake.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 01:18 PM, AarghCat wrote: Oh, for God's sake.

:P

[Sh0T-D0wN]

What is life:

Life is a form of jelly;
formed by the toils of men.
I like where this treads going;
so I felt I must post again!

:D I'll make one that actualy qualifies as a poem later 'cause I'm lazy.

[Father-of-Death]

At 3/4/07 01:50 PM, Sh0T-D0wN wrote: What is life:

Life is a form of jelly;
formed by the toils of men.
I like where this treads going;
so I felt I must post again!

D I'll make one that actualy qualifies as a poem later 'cause I'm lazy.

i still like yurs! haha^^