• Post Your Poetry
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Okay, so I feel very artistic, and most people will call me a faggot, but personally I think Facepunch might have some good writers in it's midst, so I thought that posting something that was actually worth posting besides something to bump up your post count might do a little good. So post your poetry, a friends poetry, hell you could just find some off the internet or some shit, but just post some poetry. To start off: S.E.M The heart is the most precious thing we have Yours speaks to me the strongest. Powerful in it's care and trust gentle in it's love radical in it's emotions yet soft like a mid-summer brook's surface your skin and hair are as fair as a daisy, yet your feelings are strong like a roses thorn. your compassion is wonderful, unwilling to waver your values; solid as an old mountain stone. Your beauty and demenour, never ending and kind. never showing any waver in your hope to strive, and live with unending joyous content. These things about you fascinate my very soul. Some things I have not mentioned Some, so strong that no one could discribe with a human tounge. You're amazing to me. And always will be. Made for a girl, and no I'm not trying to get into her pants. If you want to read some more of my work, here is my DeviantArt. I just made it like yesterday, but it's a start. [url]http://spadthebad.deviantart.com/[/url] EDIT: Oh come on! No one here likes to write poems?
Abyss... The Ballistic Power, Hitting the rythmic tower slowly crumbling into an monster abyss... a rythmic desist media stirring this mass hysteria, adding the deviant ingrediant proposing pain and salvation to the nation dearly known as earth, since birth altering its worth raising higher, higher higher, till it raise no more, then rapidly drops its worth to the floor hitting the ground at an amazing pace and speed, slamming out its greed but slowly molesting its healing division, creating a vision pure without greed and molestation itself, raising its speed, but diminishing its wealth corruption, errupting and destroying a chance for peace wars and disasters knocking out faith and belief but belief resists to be forgotten manifesting itself into poetry that is constantly knocking on the door of reality and the true human must seem to ignore the knocking, and believe in only what they see slowly losing our belief because our path of freedom is blocked the media holding the gun, as guess who just got shot faith standing behind the public figure after manifesting itself into the force that pulled the trigger Media slowly destroying this door completely but i still hold a piece, and it will hopefully complete me but it defeats me, demolishing my clear views thats why happiness is a feeling that i find new and i find it in you, thats why i rehearse this verse causing elightenment and belief at the worst men being led by their heart and ignoring their minds women following this men, whilst their children are left behind following the TV, ignoring faith and knowledge hoping to be rap stars instead of going to college i'm stepping out to the media, so i'm not insulting youths but if you wanna be big, that open a book and grab a clue because what i find in you, is a caged anger lets the beast go, and no-ones gonna thank ya but if you release the beast,peice by piece, no-one will ever doubt who the hell you are, are what your protesting about i attempted more def jam poetry.
Birdy birdy in the sky, Left a poopy in me eye, me not happy me not shy, me just glad that cows can't fly~ :holy:
[QUOTE=Chiiiiiii;17670368]Birdy birdy in the sky, Left a poopy in me eye, me not happy me not shy, me just glad that cows can't fly~ :holy:[/QUOTE] That's some Wilfred Owen stuff right there!
Black Keys, Maladroit Nexus of the Dark, Your Misanthropic Intentions run Vainly within the Ark. False Hope, Expectations Cynically run through your Head. Tomorrow may never be, as you dream. Lying in your bed. Lying to yourself. I like boobies.
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At times when I'm alone, I wonder if it's true, The lies that spurt beneath me, in a pool not so blue, I eat the words and spit the actions, actions that destroy myself, I can't be the perfect person, No, I'll never be the perfect person, My time here is but a speck, My life but a dent in the spurt of the living today, The living know, yet still deny, That it all will end at the whim of a flick, When thinking of what is around us, Keeping us at sorrow, Tears of sadness may someday turn joyous, But as for now, it's all so virtuous, I cry at night, yet fly at day, You fly at night, yet cry at day, We're not the same, No, you and I, We're not the same, No, you and I, Freckles on a black board, Erasers can take, Life in a swipe, Place in a pipe, And then we're on our way, What is love? What is meaning? Does it matter in the end? Will we all just die after living a lie? Will we all just slide away? Earth is but a speckle, On an infinite blank sheet, So I ask you in the end... Are we the beginning? Or are we the end? I guess we'll find out some day...
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What to do, what to do. This space is white too white. Change is in order. Perhaps a light yellow Hue bringing smiles to peaples faces perhaps bringing back memories of laying in summer flowers the warmth of the sun eminating from it's surface. Maybe a red. A strong color of determination. igniting courage in the hearts of the viewer creating the ideas of change, freedom, justice and a strong sense of hope. There is also blue. The color of the calm, the peacefull and kindness. the color that brings out imagination, thousands of thoughts flooding into your mind all because of one color. Hmm...Green. The feeling of relaxation just from its presence. Memories of mountains covered by trees, fields filled with flowers stretching to the horizon The welcoming embrace where all problems drift away and only happy memories and warmth remain. But still, this white is here... and it wont go away. blank of any feature, like the surface of the moon. no air, no life, no sky or clouds, just white. imagination imprisoned inside it's endless space all thoughts, gone, lost in this strange sea of blankness. no emotions, no feelings, no memories... just white. Then again... It's just a wall. Me :3
Shit... I hate poetry.
The countryside is silly The city is dead I play with my willy As I lye in my bed :buddy:
Roses are red Violets are blue I'll rape you with a rake
Roses are red, Violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you, but the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowls empty, and so is your head, I see your face when I'm dreaming, That's why I always wake up screaming, kind, intelligent, loving, and hot, this describes everything you are not, I love your face, your smile, your eyes, Damn I'm good at telling lies, my feelings for you no words can tell, except for maybe "Go to Hell", what inspired this hurtful rhyme?, two parts vodka, and one part lime.
I'd been real interested in getting into writing poems, my dad was a fantastic writer in high school, into college his professor said he had great potential, but somewhere in there he was diagnosed for bipolar disorder and his medicine caused him to lose interest in a lot of things, including his writing.
[img]http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:9XpRZlsSMkbMSM:http://bonsaisouth.com.au/cms3/images/fbfiles/images/amanita_muscaria_red.jpg[/img] Beware of the magic running through my veins. The poison, so thinly veiled, could destroy all that remains. Proceed with due caution, Oh great adventurer. For you never know what you might find... Can you handle the darkness hidden in the back of your mind? Once you reach the Astral plane, do not worry, do not fear. For I am in control of all you see, all you hear. Allow me to guide you; Take my hand, and I shall lead you to a mystical land. I am not mere product of soil, seed or pod. I am the famed Fly Agaric, The Mushroom God
Hahahah, cool.
Here's my spew for the day. "Day Dream" As the clock begins ticking with the rhythm of a heartbeat, The mind slips into an embrace darker than dusk and colder than winter, Sounds become louder yet slower as the tone begins to deepen, Visions become faded and objects appear distant, Time begins to pass as do your thoughts, One minute you'll awake the next you will not, Then you will realize you had just dozed off.
Great idea for a thread, I used to write a lot of poetry a year ago, maybe I'll dig them up and post a few on here later on :)
Roses are blue. Violets are red. I have to go to the bathroom.
This one I wrote today during Chemistry. Stand in front of the population, you are your own annihilation. The words passing, the lights flashing. The lies being eaten, our rights being taken. Soon my pocket will empty, than will your funds. Your lies wont last forever, they will die as we endeavor.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, neither mean a thing to you. Your death foretold from the book of old, why is your heart so cold? You don't care, you can't care, why is it that you won't care? Pfft, sucks I know. Wrote in just now for this thread 'caues I were bored.
The Moon Standing on a mountain, Watching the bright sun go down, Standing on a mountain, Feeling all the warmth disappear, The sun is gone, hidden beneath, Other mountains, far off away, There is no more light, no more warmth There are no sounds, the birds asleep Just the moon awake, gleaming down, So very bright, so very full The coyote howls at the sight, There are no clouds, nothing to hide, The sky is empty, Except for This beautiful sight, Standing on a mountain, Watching the moon Standing on a mountain, staring, As it slowly moves Away from me Found it through lots of email just for FP.
[QUOTE=Metroid;17670359]Abyss... The Ballistic Power, Hitting the rythmic tower slowly crumbling into an monster abyss... a rythmic desist media stirring this mass hysteria, adding the deviant ingrediant proposing pain and salvation to the nation dearly known as earth, since birth altering its worth raising higher, higher higher, till it raise no more, then rapidly drops its worth to the floor hitting the ground at an amazing pace and speed, slamming out its greed but slowly molesting its healing division, creating a vision pure without greed and molestation itself, raising its speed, but diminishing its wealth corruption, errupting and destroying a chance for peace wars and disasters knocking out faith and belief but belief resists to be forgotten manifesting itself into poetry that is constantly knocking on the door of reality and the true human must seem to ignore the knocking, and believe in only what they see slowly losing our belief because our path of freedom is blocked the media holding the gun, as guess who just got shot faith standing behind the public figure after manifesting itself into the force that pulled the trigger Media slowly destroying this door completely but i still hold a piece, and it will hopefully complete me but it defeats me, demolishing my clear views thats why happiness is a feeling that i find new and i find it in you, thats why i rehearse this verse causing elightenment and belief at the worst men being led by their heart and ignoring their minds women following this men, whilst their children are left behind following the TV, ignoring faith and knowledge hoping to be rap stars instead of going to college i'm stepping out to the media, so i'm not insulting youths but if you wanna be big, that open a book and grab a clue because what i find in you, is a caged anger lets the beast go, and no-ones gonna thank ya but if you release the beast,peice by piece, no-one will ever doubt who the hell you are, are what your protesting about i attempted more def jam poetry.[/QUOTE] Really liked it!
Orange Banana Cakes.
I wrote a poem last night for FP, using my skills from english class, I wrote it in ABCB format. Small and silent Fast to move In your body We start the groove You may not see us You feel no snare But I assure you That we are there Your illness begun You’re now feeling faint But it’s just the start This devouring taint You did not know It start with smell But too late you knew The system had fell Within your body We begun the flight These doctors tried To stop the blight It’s too late Why do you try It’s too late Your body is fried Your eyes are blank Your skin is gray And on that bed There you lay In the end, You’re forced to fold We are one, we are many We are The Mold I could've done better
[QUOTE=Ted Gills;17704621]Really liked it![/QUOTE] Ha, thanks. I always write lyrics when bored and just when i'm in an inquisitive mood... [img]http://www.facepunch.com/fp/emoot/buddy.gif[/img]
Again I cry myself to sleep. My heart of tears is much to deep. I guess your heart just does not see. The pain and hurt that you cause me. Your squeezing my heart love can not breath. into it so it just will freeze. The cold and lonely know only how I feel. Yet they dont care feelings gone; heart of steel. So now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Crying, sorrow so much dread. I just wish I could be dead.
:'(
[QUOTE=chamon;17694207]Roses are red, Violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you, but the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowls empty, and so is your head, I see your face when I'm dreaming, That's why I always wake up screaming, kind, intelligent, loving, and hot, this describes everything you are not, I love your face, your smile, your eyes, Damn I'm good at telling lies, my feelings for you no words can tell, except for maybe "Go to Hell", what inspired this hurtful rhyme?, two parts vodka, and one part lime.[/QUOTE] You didn't write that.
It's still a good farse, I lol'd.
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