Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[izchan]

I knew I should not have started with those sexual implicated wordings .. now even Lee gets infected by it.

: Vengence

Were you faking it?
was it just a lie?
I thought I knew you
Now I am no longer sure why
I gave you everything
and you said you did too
but at the end
you just left me there
just to show me you could be cruel

was it all a lie?
Were you faking it all?
I no longer trust the truth
everything I know is a blur
as the seeds of doubt enclose me
I see the last light blink away
so goes the hope
so goes the dream
only nightmares are left with me
as I scream my last breath
for a vow that I could not keep
I'll be back with vengence
and make you pay

So much anger.
let go you must.
for anger, dark side it will lead.

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

Bah, I'm already addicted...lol
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Face hidden behind a silk veil,
Hiding the sorrow that lurks,
She walks with a ghostly stride,
As her velvet dress glides along
Broken memories of a shattered past.

Gouged by hate, blinded by love,
Once blue azure eyes now windowless,
Entombed by anguish, drowning her soul,
Ceasing any life into the black cesspool,
And her heart is as gray as the walls around.

Clouded by visions of that fateful day,
When hate and love stole her spirit away,
She feels as old as time, but felt like yesterday,
Hoping one day someone will open the door,
So the light can embrace her once more.

Patience is a virtue, they've always said,
As she dreams amongst cobwebs and dust,
Remembering the past was the norm,
Moreover, something was different,
Hearing a distant voice telling her that we're almost 'here'.

Awoken by a loud rumbling down below,
Ivy covered stones crumble to the floor,
Her 'tomb' is falling apart, torn open by some force,
Light shone through the opening cracks,
The voice in her dream was closer now.

The earthquake created an opening in the wall,
Where she heard the soft quell of the waves,
And the smell of salt air filled the still room,
Breaking the seal of darkness around her,
The voice was just outside her newly created door.

Walking into the light, feeling it's warmth,
Melting the ice that emcompassed her heart,
A southern wind lifted the veil revealing her face,
The sorrow in her eyes wiped away as she opened them,
And her sad aura stripped away by the rays of sun.

The voice called from above, "It's time to leave",
"Paradise is waiting, release yourself".
An aura surrounded her body, and she felt herself 'leaving',
Her shell crumbles to the sand and dies,
As she fades from the world under cerulean skies.

[izchan]

Lee ... that is beautiful.


I will try to post something up later on today.
am kind of tired from rushing around lately.

See u guys later.

[Magic_Midget]

ty izchan!

This is one these write here that could get me in trouble one of these days...
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Suicidal Faith by Lee

Beaten down the path by hatred,
As I hold my wounds that bled,
Leaving a trail of tainted blood,
Clinging to my body like mud.

Looking to the sky for signs of hope,
But I hang my spirits low and cope,
No one wants this poor old soul,
Quivering against wind so cold.

But I keep on going, hoping for death to pass me by,
So I can ease my mind and finally die.

Release the pain and nightmares from my head,
Leave my body lying in the cold, dead.

I can't escape my cage, the key is gone,
Tired of being everyone's pawn,
Freedom I loathe in my sleep,
Awakened by the scars burning me deep.

Molded into 'them', hollowed and empty,
There's nothing much left of me,
They took it all away over the years,
I'm left with sorrow-filled tears.

But I keep on going, hoping for death to pass me by,
So I can ease my mind and finally die.

Release my pain and silence the nightmares from my head,
Take my soul to a better place, and leave my body, dead.

[izchan]

Lee ... I would say that every poem we write, we write a part of ourself in it. Might it be imaginative or pure whims of fantasy, but it is part of us and our thoughts are what makes us individuals and unique.

I would hope that by writting out of deepest fears and our hiddens thoughts, we might be able to purge our souls of the pressure that it hides. Eventually allowing us the strength and wisdom to stand down and seek assistance.

: Mirrors of life

Like a child we run and hide
afraid of the consequences
we would rather die and face the truth
about what we trully are within our faces
the inner soul has a thousand mirrors
each reflecting a part of the whole
combined we see our life
that which we could have controlled
yet these fragments of individuality
comes to us only in our sleep
like fantasies from a book
we think of it as dreams
yet so much truth it tells
it is hard to conceives
that the drunken monkey
could have come up with it
so heed your inner voice
listen to its words
and learn what we desire
and act accordingly
some might be proper
some could be irrelevent
some will be dangerous
some can be fruitfull
as one who is conscious of our decisions
we play the role of leader
a leader of our virtue
a leader of our sins

[Magic_Midget]

I believe my poetry is getting more transgressive and emotional. But hey, it's all a part of my release...
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Scarred by Lee

My scars, they hurt so badly,
When I was beaten by my daddy,
He did it for pleasure or when he was mad,
And he made me grew up to be very sad.

The flesh on my back is crisscrossd with lashes,
Sometimes getting infected and forming rashes,
I wonder if he did it out of spite and malice,
But either way I couldn't get away or resist.

Each lash brought me tears,
And it continued on for many years,
Even after he was sent to prison,
I still feel the pain within.

I can't go without a day,
Thinking of how I was treated this way,
With scars burning into my me,
Wishing I could heal and be free.

Kept on living as if it was my fault all along,
And what I did in the past was wrong,
But how the heck should I know,
I was only four years old.

My birth was unplanned, I was an accident,
Believed I was the cause of my torment,
If only I obeyed, I wouldn't have been hurt so badly,
But it won't matter, because I have an abusive Daddy.

[izchan]

... a trancession ...

Will try yo post something later. but no promises. As I am again stuck with a unreasonble dateline.

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

post whenever the thought arrives my friend..no need to rush

[izchan]

I woke up today and I cried.

: no longer

I seldom think of it
never really noticed
going through it everyday
expecting things to be there everyday
then one morning I wake up
and everything has changed
nothing is the same anymore
you no longer walk into my room
and wake me for school
you no longer tell me to drink my milk
for its good for my health
I no longer get the chance to say it loud
I love you mother
I always did
and now I no longer can
for you are no longer there
as I sit here alone
in my empty room
remembering the times you are here
and I cried my silent tears
for you are no longer there to wipe it away

later people.

[Jedi Gemstone]

Iz long time no see! Sorry about the absences everyone I aint written anything overly intresting lately.
Mind you I had a really good idea in my exam so I came out with writing all over my hand and I'm surprised they didn't stop to see it wasn't answers for the exam, but yeah anywayz, hows everyone been? Thought I'd pop in and say hi.
I've got two new poems from myself, They're not very good because it has been sometime since I last sat down to write, my style hasnt changed, but I hope you like them, criticise them all you want.

Confusion

I don’t know why, but I feel a mess today
I don’t understand how I broke myself again
As all the anger, hurt and pain
Current back to me in a cascade of faradising silence
I don’t even realise its back
Until those thoughts are chocking me

You sit there watching, scared of my tears
As you whisper you love me, you’ll always be here
Yet words have no effect on me
Not anymore
All of them have been said by a previous love
Then washed away by bitter rain, stabbing me in the back

Eye for an eye

As sorrowing moans beckon my tears
Sobs choke at my throat
As I sit tearful upon a burning crypt
Engulfed by its flames
I bury our love upon a bloody child hood
Watching it all fade away

Dark clouds fill my sky
Crying a million crimson tears
As there depression pelts and crashes around me

The devil scratches at the edges of darkness
Trying to bury my light
I breathe, trying to stop the wailing of my heart
Trying to silence my world for the last time

As lust and the seven sins
Become beautiful to those of greed
I become lost in blossoms of screams

Anger of violation twisting at me
Chocking at me
Building up hatred in my heart
Anger becoming more than an expression
It becomes an art
Portraying the hurtfulness and greed, that we feel in this world

Revenge is “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”
But by doing that we’ll all become speechless and blind.

[DragonSon]

Hmm...

So Far Away

Living here without you
Is unbearable as the days go by.
Thinking of you as you used to be
Is slowly driving me insane.

When I dream I see your face,
I can feel you in my embrace.
Your lips, I can almost taste,
Yet you're still so far away.

Why do I feel this way?
I torment myself with each coming day.
Fighting to pull through has taken it's toll.
I want to get away.

To escape the pain when you're not here.
To feel the sweet embrace of nothing.
The cold chill of darkness
Yet something keeps me here.

It is you that fuels my desire,
You that lends me the strength to carry on.
The thought of you coming back to me,
Has kept me here for so long.

Yet you're still so far away...
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[Jedi Gemstone]

Ooo nice poem dragonson.
Hey guys I just had an idea when ever I look around here all I seem to see loads of is dark, depresing, sorrowful etc poems, I know I'm being a hypocrit but how about we all try and write happy poems for a week?
Just to lighten the mood a bit, thats all, just a thought, but tell me what you think.

[izchan]

Sure Jedi ... ... I will try to write something cheerfull.

: No more

It is hard
and we tried
no point crying over it
and no corner to hide in
so pick it up
and give it back
dont let them get you under
you are better than that
laugh and shout
no more, no more
I am a big bright star
and you will be conquered
your fear of yesterdays mistake

Nice work dragon son ... ... but lets try and write something full of blossoms and spice? I want to hear jedis laugther again.

[White Raven]

.:: The Sixty-First Minute ::.

Singing in the quiet night
Choruses echoing through me
Overlapping ghostly and soft
The sound stirs in the grass
Like a snake kissing the world with its eyes
I am here beside you
An otherworldly choir sings just for us
Their wings beating silent in the crisp air
Perhaps the sixty-first moment is forever lost
And stolen by the next hour instead
But here we'll pretend it's just ours
We've waited long enough, haven't we?

[izchan]

Raven ... that is cool writing.

Again yes, we are in the write a happy poem week.
Here is my contribution for today.

: Whats there not to love

Does it matter now
Does it matter ever
who and what others see
with how and when we become somebody
at the very end
it is our own integrity
it is our own decision
so say good bye to vanity
open your arms to better tommorows
let the choir sing the praises
and when our world comes in focus
we see our true self
we see our own creation
helaluyah, praise the lord
we are our own destiny

Lets keep this up ... cheeks up ... smile and say it loud with me ...

"Its Happy Poem WEEK!!!!"



Enjoy.

[TheWinampSkiner]

Man i haven't been here in so long.... n e wayz... here's my latest...

Inside

Chase away the past,
Worry about the future last,
The present is where you feel denied,
By the feelings you hold deep inside.

The pain you have to kill,
But you struggle against your will.
You let your anger rise,
Tired from all the lies.

Now its time to supress the rage,
Lock it away in a cage.
You no longer have to hide,
From the feelings you hold deep inside.

Copyright ©2004 Christopher Scott Kahle

So... What do y'all think?

[TheWinampSkiner]

Wha...? Happy poem week... oops... i guess i should've read ahead before i posted that... srry...

[Jedi Gemstone]

Dont worry I'll let you off skiner.
Thanks Izzy ^_^ *hugs izchan*
HAPPY WEEK!! Heres the start to my happy poem -

The stars shine out a warming glow
Enticing me with hope
As all my past renews its wounds
I’m left upon a golden sunrise happy, changed and improved

A gentle breeze ripples my hair
I don’t know what to say
But it’s a silent moment when I need not say a word
As you take hold of me, chasing away my fears and screams
All of my anxiety and pain are like bolts of lighting
They flash and fade away

[izchan]

Hey Skinner ... that is a good poem, and truth to be told, I think I can take it as a happy poem. It gives encouragement and hope ... and I think it makes me happy ...

Ah ... Jedi gave me hug ... now I wont be able to bath for a week ... do not want to wash her smell away ...

Here is my happy poem for the day ...

: Simplicity

As the shoreline subsides
the hidden is now revealed
and suddenly the mystery disappears
and clarity sets in
no more romantic interludes
no more secrete hand shakes
just common things and simple senses
cotton panties instead of sexy lingeries
I smell bath lotions instead of chanel
these simple things now take up my life
makes me fill up with light
soft good mornings
a kiss good night
sweet dreams and don't let the bed bug bite
my daily life
simple and nice

am not sure about you, but it is the normal things in my daily life that turns me on most of the time, the black lingeries and semi transperant teddys just don't do it for me anymore ...

Hope that you guys don't get the wrong ideas ... this is not about sex ... it is about love. And getting it from the simplistic gesture of our daily routines.

Enjoy.

[izchan]

Here is todays little poem ... it goes with a melody but I am not able to sing it as I have the voice of a crow ...

: Everything that I am

Take away my lies
Show me what its means to be alive
Take away the illusions
Show me reality as it is like
Noting down the trivials
marking down in history
what a man can do
with a little bit of chivalry
Can you see the other side of tommorow
Can you feel the love in my heart
Is it not the most beatiful
the simplest creation of man
all it takes are little words
I will love you with everything I am

Enjoy.

[izchan]

here is a poem by an idol of mine ...

Poem by Papadoc ...

Let not your heart be troubled.
Things are not quite as bad as they seem,
and they will get better.
Because time has a way of correcting things
that man and might cannot.

I know it is happy poem week ... but to a certain extent this can be considered a happy poem.

it is a good poem.
One that touched both my mind and soul.

Enjoy.

[izchan]

At the very end ...

:The Reality

In the morning suns
I dream of different beginnings
with wild unknown endings
on a less tired day
I would even get some silent greetings
from the tall pale trees
then the soft evening breezes
will kiss me goodnight
at the very end reality sets in
and the dream ends
I begin a new dream tommorow

Very much something that set into my mind ...

enjoy.

[izchan]

Thank you guys for supporting the happy poem week.
It was fun and I hope the guys enjoyed it.

Here is todays posting.

: Blessing in discuise

At my finger tip lies the key
to all my woes and worries
yet I am unable to open it
my mind seemed cast to stone
nothing is real anymore
Lost my nerve?
Lost my mojo?
Lost my mind ...
I guess it is that time now
an apointment long overdue
to meet my old friend alzeimer
we talk and forget all my pain
True peace at last

Enjoy.

[izchan]

todays posting ...

: Dreams and Deceptions

When we were growing up
people keep telling us to be better
you have to work hard to win
being second best is means losing
thus we strive and struggle
we argue and cheat
we lie and win
as long at the very end
we are the only one standing
that is how we are taught
be the best or die like the rest
it was still ok when you are young
but it becomes a burden when we turn adult
we are to set an example to our juniors
we have to be better
we have to be stronger
then at the day we die
what is left of us is their bitter resentment
for being the best and nothing else

What happend to the dream
the journey that helps creates it
where is the utopia that children have in their eyes
does it ever need to be that extreme
must me always be the best?
Can't we just be better than yesterday
and further than last month?
Can't we laugh at our mistakes
and learn from it everyday
always we try to catch the sun
where we only manage to catch our death
not just in body and mind
but our souls are no longer our own
is being the best
just to give up the rest?

I wonder everyday when I see the drones around me
are they happy?
do they feel good?
I have no idea.
but I do know this.
I would rather be normal and live a comfort life
than be the best and die a miser of dreams
for are we not just bones in the earth we trample on
at the end of our mortal lives.

enjoy.

[White Raven]

.:: Apart ::.

I am the stone gargoyle curled around the steel bar of your mind
Fashioned with a shaky hand I am carved that way
You cannot shake me

I am that voice that you swear you didn't hear speak within the shadows
That sound that eclipses your everyday thoughts
Is my message of sorrow

I am the nothing that resides in the core of you
Emptiness that slowly spreads its tendrils about you
It is my game

I am the reminder, this is what I am, you do not want to hear me
The words hurt your battered ears, do they not?
You can't have it back

I am the black snake with glistening scales
Wrapped around your gift of milk and honey
I feed on your despair

I am the resident loud silence that plagues you
Stopping you from sleeping is my pastime
You can't prevent it

I am the hideous chain that binds you from glory
Covered with rust and grime I still stand strong
In the walls of your mind

I am every word you ever listened to or spoke to others
All the beauty your eyes ever took in is me as well, don't forget
Your sickness makes me laugh

I am the black panther in wait of you, my little toy prey
Destroying slowly everything that you hold so dear to you
Go and find your knife.

[izchan]

Dear Raven .::Apart::. was ... interesting ... ... As you potray the conflicting other side very well ...

:Without Hope

I am alive and yet not
I hear voices that does not exist
I see things that others do not
I remember dreams that cannot be
How many names can one take
father, son, husband, friend
cheater, liar , heretic, murderer
Conflicting sides with selfish agendas
So many sides to one simple coin
Yet I am a mere mortal being
why should I be making these harsh decisions
let the GODS decide
what is to become of us all
why should I care
it is futile
at the end we all die

Should we humans reach the stars
the problem will only exponentiate
and wars upon wars will be fought
no one will remember why it began
and no one will see it end
for our corrupted souls cannot handle it
no matter how much we achieve
we manage to destroy
Then someday a mad man will be in power
and we will all cease to exists
Peace will then settle in the universe
And man will disappear into air
becoming all that we are
... stardust

It is one of the saddest poems that I have ever wrote, it is worst than giving up on our own selves ... but giving up on the whole race.

Everytime I watch startrek ... I can't stop thinking about how beautiful that world can be, but I know deep down it is never going to be ... humans as a whole has a tendency to kill ourselves. We hold back our own progress so that people in power can gain more power and wealth. We will hide behind truth and freedom just to take away the very thing that we poclaim to protect.

I can't help be feel sad. It would have been a beautiful world. But it is only in a dream.

the saying goes, all it takes is a few good man to make it happend. And I say, it only takes a idiot to end it all.

Hope I did not depress too many people.

[White Raven]

Nah, not at all. It's hard to be more depressed than the average poet.

[izchan]

ah ... if you say so dear.

.:epressed::.

of course I could just just myself up
watch a movie, window shop, have sex
yet, it no longer seem to matter
it does not take the feeling away
the void just keeps growing
at first just a little bit
in a corner that I seldom noticed
then it grew larger
and took away my some of my senses
I started to forget why
or should I say no longer bothered
then I loose my ability to speak
no coherent ideas can be formed
slowly I loose my legs
I no longer wish to travel anymore
then my sight
as I can no longer see my way out
then my heart
as I no longer feel as much
finally my soul
and I no longer care
yet still a small part of me remains
struggling to come out of my shell
its strength is weak and easily tire
but persistent it is in trying
as it stills try to come out and say
don't loose hope
don't give up
all is not lost
what you need is faith
faith in yourself
faith in yout belief
how ironic that sounds to me
as that is exactly what I seek
the strength to move on no matter how tired I am
that faith that I no longer have
that which I need most
is the only thing that I do not have
faith of the heart

I am in depression cycle now ... as everything is giving me a headache and a tiring sigh.
I wish I was at home and resting.
But alas ...

enjoy it if you can ....

[White Raven]

.:: Highway ::.

Singing with a vengeance
Watching people's shadows
The pavement's skidding lazily
As I watch out the window

My old themesong floats through my headphones
There was a squirrel on that lamp-post just now
And I cry because I miss what it used to represent
When days were filled with joyous longing

The pavement seems to be grainy as it whips by
Not a word passes through my lips
Singing with a vengeance, baby
Trying to forget you for five minutes

Shadows stay constant even as motion increases
Staring at the whipping lines make me dizzy
So I lean my head back and close my eyes

Singing with a vengeance, baby...
Damn these songs swearing love
It makes me long for it

Longing is a beach filled with large rocks
You're in bare feet
Let's see you walk to the other side without betraying your acquired pain
Vocally

It's like singing with a vengeance
Just singing with a vengeance
Playing that guitar till your fingers bleed and more

Highways pass and seconds tick
God damn this song of love
Such a good song, makes me cry
Singing with a vengeance
Watching people's shadows fly

Mountains and foothills pass me by
The ones not too far are enclosed in a
Pleasant shade of blue
Blue like the colour in my head

Singing with a vengeance
Watching people's shadows
The pavement's skidding lazily
As I watch out the window

[izchan]

Raven dear ... I can almost hear the melody that goes with those words ... "SINGING WITH A VENGENCE!!! BABY!!!!" ...


: Theme Songs

If there was a theme song for me
it would be that of breakfast from tiffany
a romantic am I that I wish it was true
that a woman can love a man for what he is
to allow all the good things to happend
without the pain of being rejected
what happend to the good old days
when chilvary is all you need
I forget now what my theme song is
can you tell me again?

Can you see where I am going with this?


Enjoy.

[Jedi Gemstone]

Hey everyone, great pomes raven and iz, sorry I aint been around. I haven't written a proper poem in quite some time. I've just been engulfed by drawing and school work and going out with my friends I guess I had no fuel to drive out the words of my poisoned mind, none that I could think of anyway.
I'll pop by sometime with a poem one day, patience is a virtue, and a virtue is a gift such as writing poetry. My virtue for poetry has just hidden itself for a nap Keep up the wonderful work though.

[edit] Little do I say after declaring my virtue was sleeping, it has suddenly erupted within me, I sparked myself off with the whole no fuel thing, anyway tell me what you think-

Sence

No more fuel
To charge this dampened mind
I've grown to cold and wet, to spark of anymore human life
As life to death I dangle in between
Tangled in a perplexing mess

No more words from my poisoned mind
Does my ink pen weave
As dark idea's shrivel in the light trying to reach my mind
I forbid myself from the worst
But broke my mould of self control

Spinning more lies
Confusing more minds
I become enraged, engulfed by the voice that is not me

Struggling, trying
Surviving, dieing
I lost my sence of stability

Caught in a shiver of rain
As I become the eye of the storm
Hurting everything around me, except myself
For as I drip and drabble my spirit
Hiding it from hatred, anger and greed
I lose a little bit of myself,
A little bit of my sence of reality
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[izchan]

Thanks for the posting Jedi ...

I think <Sense> is a good read. I could follow your thought patterns well and it is easy to the eye. As for the low on fuel thing ... no worries gal. It happens to all of us ... ... my dry spell lasted months ...

Still, I still try to take my pen and weave something. Most of the time, I surprise even myself at what our mind can achieve when it is like a druken monkey ...

Will post something later.

Thanks for sharing.

[White Raven]

Heh heh... "Dry spell"... Heh heh...

[izchan]

raven ... you know what I mean ... :P

[izchan]

Todays little doodle ....

: Sigh

Lost in my own thoughts
I wander empty halls
clean windows with lavendar smells
yet silent as night
my dreams are in black and white
no colour, no soul
what keeps me going on, I don't know
even when light is the brightes it is still dim
where does it all come down to
I dont know

I wander these halls still
seeking something that is not there
grasping for a lost hope
that and the dream of tommorow will bring change

Enjoy.

[izchan]

Another doodle, another day ...

: Promise

It was my imagination
that saw the dreams came true
it was my naivness
that saw me drop to my knees
what is there to ponder on
when is there ever time
who can say whats right from wrong
and then be trully without regrets
there are so many things uncertain
many more will come
the last I hope I will still be able
to make the best of what I am
the singular decision that will change it all
I choose to be different
I wish to be more than my dreams
I want to be greater than my fears
I promise to be
all and everything that I can and will ever be

Enjoy.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Long time no see, been busy I guess, life gives you onions and all you can do is try and make lemonade.

|--1 Poem by John
|-Silver Sand
|Here I am once again
|Alone with myself
|On this moonlight walk
|Each step that I take
|An eternity unfolds
|Never to be had again
|Life slids by
|With each passing breeze
|A moment lost forever
|Memories endlessly slip away
|They are nothing but sand in the wind
|--Dedicated to my freind Chris (7-14-88 - 8-2-01)

This is a work in progress I guess, I don't know if I will ever finish it.

[izchan]

Hello Super Toast ...
the poem is a good one. I would love the read the revamp soon ...

: My daily routine

Every morning when the sun wakes up
I see only you when I open my eyes
my first impression is how warm I am
and how much I am in love

In afternoon when I have my lunch
I taste only your lips in our morning kiss
my only regret is that now you are not beside me
and I would have to wait another 5 hours

So come the evening when I reach home
I hope that you too are home with me
where I can hug and kiss you again
as I smell the scent of your hair

And finally night come upon us
as I cuddle you in my arms
I feel like the king of the world
and I want nothing more then to say
good night, sweet dreams, I love you

This is exactly what I feel like every day for the last 4 years.

Enjoy

[xzxzzx]

Alright, I'm not posting a poem. (Gasp!)

What I'm doing with this post is asking for advice. I'd like to become better at writing poetry, but other than simply writing some (which is obviously a requirement to becoming better), I'm at a loss for how to begin. I haven't read very much poetry either, so any recommendations there would be appreciated.

As you can (hopefully) tell, I'm competent with English, so I don't think I need to go back and learn some grammar, but I'm a poetry neophyte, so I'd appreciate some simple advice.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Poetry for me is an emotion or an experiance that I write on to paper. The hardest part for me is getting started and choosing the way to put the feeling into words. You just have to find your inspiration and then write, but your poem can't just be a jumble of words, it has to paint a picture becuase the words in your poem are the artform you are using to convey the whole experiance you had.

A good way to find inspiration is just to look at your life, everything about it, your past, your present, and your future, and then just paint it on to paper using words.
(Sounds easy eh? lol)

I'm know you can do it, cause like you say you are pretty good wit da english stuff, you just have to find your inspiration and do it.

(p.s. reading other peoples poems is not also fun, it can be useful for helping find your inspiration in other people's work)
#1 Recommendation
Thumb through the 51 pages here in this thread, some of the greatest poems I have ever read are hidden in here and this is by far one of the greatest treasure troves of poems on the internet (Mainly due to izchan's pages of poetry)
#2 Recommendation
EDGAR ALLEN POE - Well know poet, mainly for his Raven poem, but all his stuff is good

The most important thing is remember that not all poems came in nice short rhyming lines, poetry can take many different forms, and it's all up too you to decide.