January 14, 2012 - 5:16pm — Hooran
It's true- poems get less attention then art. Some amazing ones are just left there because no one bothers to read them. So, I thought I would make a thread where eveyone could show it.
How does it work?
Once someone has posted a poem, read it well, then write someone about it!
Example:
I saw a butterfly, it fluttered away.
Next comment:
Wow, I like what words you used! And the plot is amazing.
Here's mine,
blahblahblah.
Then the next one posts, and on and on. Don't worry, you don't have to post a poem, you can just write about the one above you if you want! I hope you understand. |D Now, go post your poems!
- Alice...
As a poet myself, I find this
This is one I wrote and posted two days ago;
my death waits on a crystal string
hangs from the branches above my head
sweeps overhead in the streets, in the night
time to go home where it's safe
my death lingers in the heart of the sea
pulls at my feet as I reach for the shore
silver flash past tired eyes in the light
nothing to fear after all
my death is a serpent that crawls on its side
a rat too afraid to appear to the world
the burning bush that lingers in dreams
invisible angel and cotton field murder
my death is demonic, it feeds in the dark
it plagues every thought and burns me alive
drowns me in quicksand and keeps the lights out
my death is much more than a nightmare
Oh, that's really nice! It
Well, here's a quick one, but it looks like trash compared to yours. X'D
There was a place,
A long time ago,
Where the old man grew up,
By the river’s edge,
Where he used to sit every day,
Catching fish with his bare hands,
And cursing down every man that passed.
To his old acidic eyes,
And all the drunken lies,
The bare flesh of the one who lost his pride,
He would shrivel his nose and look away.
He spoke like a grinding machine,
Clenching his ruff fists,
He spoke the words of wisdom,
Those his rage would finally consume.
And the old man cried his heart out,
He covered his scabby face,
He cried like he used to,
And thought the Lord would hear.
But dreams would never unfold,
Too small a heart to ever move on,
He died before the darkness even began to fall.
Ok, lets see..... A deer was
A deer was alone, with no one to be with, oh dear
Until one day, it found a beautiful deer
It went up to the doe and said, " hi there"
And it saw the doe with beautiful hair (mane)
The doe said, "hi, what's your name?"
And the deer responded,"Astrale" as he came
The doe said, "im alice, nice to meet you"
And the deer saw the doe coming up to him ( sorry, didnt know how to rhyme this part XD)
After awile, the deer names, Astrale and Alice, became mates
And lived a happy life with no fights, or hates!!
From: Astrale
To: Alice ♥ ♥
Oh my gosh, that's really
Your welcome ^_^ Am I
Am I going to much??
No problem!
Ok ^_^ you try a poem yet??
Oh, sorry, I did not see the poem there!!! ^^
I like the rhythm of your
Love in a Cup of Tea
I hold the cup in hand
while gazing across the way
at your face.
I watch your breath enter
and marvel at your presence;
feel your life.
The warmth of the tea cup
mirrors my warm heart for you
and for us.
My eyes cast down and see
the handle and a shadow
form a heart.
Realizing I love you
I look into your dark eyes
to confirm.
I see you smile knowing
and your eyes begin to glow
and there's love.
^ "feel your life". I
The storm threatens my very life today
She tosses and turns in my ravaged old head
Seeking the comfort of the bitter sea's spray
Willing me down to the ocean's deathbed
She comes to me at night, and she gives me a smile
She snickers and laughs, well she grins all the while
I've tried very hard to say it wasn't my wish
But she killed me, swept humanity aside with a kiss
I wonder if she knew what she was doing that night
My boat the only one left as far as the eye dared
To see; oh the stars, they spun webs of druglight
I stared up at the surface; she left me down there
There was never another sound; but I thought I saw a face
The most hideously beautiful creature of the water
I thought perhaps it might take me away from that place
Yet it left me to drown; the reaper's secret daughter
Love the phrase "swept