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.
:golfclap:
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...
-snip-
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.
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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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