Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • A little bit distracted lately and no new poems to post but I would like to say this.

    Arcane, dude ... that was beautiful!!!

    WR. ... I would like the MP3 version please.

    That said. Good night.
    Sometimes it is just being me that counts
    By: izchan

    Comment


    • Thanks izchan. @Arcane, that's a nice piece of work. @WR, I love "Plain". Fine stuff.

      Sad Things.

      There are sad things that are,
      And sadder things that are not,
      Saddest of all are things that never will be.

      A broken winged robin, lying still on a frosty ground
      Could not bruise my heart more,
      Nor a faded rose petal falling
      Cast darker shadows on my soul.

      It is sad that we never met as lovers in the spring,
      Sadder that we are not lovers in the summer,
      Saddest, that we never shall be lovers in a golden autumn.

      And if I asked you to touch my lips
      With yours,
      Would you?
      'In this country, it takes all the running you can do to stay in one place.'"

      Comment


      • I gave Breaking Myself to a friend to see if he could turn it into a song (we're starting a band and are need of some lyrics), this is what he came up with

        (Bennett)
        Here you leave me
        Lying broken on the floor
        You've taken apart
        Everything that I stand for

        (Bennett)
        As days turn into weeks
        And weeks into months
        I'm still left broken
        In pieces on the floor

        (Bennett)
        But I know you don’t mean it
        I know it’s not true
        But will the pain ever end?
        The scars ever heal?
        The pieces put back?

        (Ben)
        Will my body get HEALED!!!!

        (Ben)
        And here I am again
        Breaking myself for you
        Breaking myself
        Never again made NEW!!!

        (Bennett)
        The pain I've endued
        The tears I've cried
        The sadness I’ve felt

        (Ben)
        Is ALL INSIDE!!!

        (Ben)
        And here I am again
        Breaking myself for you
        Breaking myself
        Never again made NEW!!!

        (Bennett)
        You were gone

        (Ben)
        (All this time I broke myself for you)

        (Bennett)
        And you were gone

        (Ben)
        (Not even noticing that I sold myself for you)

        (Bennett)
        And you were gone

        (Ben)
        (WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOO!!!!?)

        (ben)
        And here I am again
        Breaking myself for you
        Breaking myself
        Never again made NEW!!!

        (ben)
        And here I am again
        Breaking myself for you
        Breaking myself
        Never again made NEW!!!

        (ben)
        NEVER
        AGAIN
        MADE
        NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

        Comment


        • Wow that song rocks
          Wr can't wait to see the rest of it.
          Great poems everyone.
          I'm cuttrently working on a poem I wrote on a situation this person's going through (someone my mate knows) so I'll have that up soon.
          Keep up the good work guys.
          My Website
          Deviantartness Yay
          This signature was brought to you by the colour Red and the number 14
          I'm A Purple Ghetto, So Follow Me To Sanity!! *Runs Off* I Have No Idea Where I'm Going......

          Comment


          • Hope the guy that singing the one liners...can scream deeply...no more Linkin Park Chesters imitations. BUt great lyrics man!

            ___________________________
            Submissive by Lee

            Bring me down to my knees
            As you bast in dominance over me
            You hold the keys
            To unlock freedoms held.

            I lay down all arms
            To let you walk over my body
            As I brim with anger, hot as stones
            Yet you control with an iron fist
            And an icy touch to add.

            I toil you with gifts from afar,
            Prepare your daily milk baths
            And never can I look up at your dignity,
            The one you hold so high up.

            The days grow longer, you're turning gray,
            Mistress, you're weak and feeble,
            And I grow tired of working everyday,
            But you still hold the key to my freedoms,
            Around your wrist, .....I can solve that...

            *grabs butcher knife* ....freedom at last ...woot!!
            Like Poetry and art? Visit my DeviantArt Site: www.lilithlairpoetry.deviantart.com

            Comment


            • Twilights Echo by Lee

              When the wind blows I feel your presence
              The leaves move with the breeze
              Creating and outline of you
              Then disappearing, just a tease.

              When the clouds open to bring rain
              Letting the wetness soak my body
              Feeling your hands cleanse me,
              Yet in reality there is nobody.

              When I smell the morning dew
              I always think of you
              But you're never around
              Leaving damp footprints on the ground.

              When I walk along the shore
              Picking up a seashell to hear its wondrous voice,
              Thinking it's you again talking to me
              But once now I've lost the one I adore.

              When I visit your gravestone
              Worn with age, the letters etched
              'God will always be with thee',
              I still feel sometimes that I'm alone.

              When the sun sets, and the stars shine
              I still feel you close, but you're so far
              Away from me and the world
              But you'll always be mine.
              Like Poetry and art? Visit my DeviantArt Site: www.lilithlairpoetry.deviantart.com

              Comment


              • Abeyance

                Still waiting
                In unwelcomed solitude
                I thought I saw you walk beneath my window
                It's just my mind
                Playing tricks on me.

                I'm still waiting, as the rain hits that window
                Watching it slither down the glass
                I wish you'd come back.
                My whole day's nothing but a blur
                The only parts in focus are
                The moments where I'm alive
                And the moments where I'm alive are
                The ones when I'm with you

                I've sat here for hours, I haven't moved once
                You said you'd come back
                So I'm waiting here, like always
                I cry when you're gone
                As stupid as it sounds, I just can't live without you
                Breathing becomes difficult and
                Feels like my body's lacerated

                I'll always be here
                Waiting for you
                I can't tear myself from the gamble
                'Oh you're not here yet
                Just another second or two
                Just another minute
                Just another hour...'
                When will those hours turn into days?

                I feel as if I'm slowly losing you
                My lifesource
                My gateway to all that is good and clean
                When I finally get my hands on you...
                You're quiet...
                Is something wrong?
                I can't breathe anymore
                I'm being suffocated
                The clouds aren't so high up anymore
                They're pressing in on me...

                I know the sky has fallen
                At least in my world
                Because when I woke up this morning I looked out that window
                And the city was in a fog of grey
                The clouds have descended.

                I'm always faithfully waiting for you
                It's not really a complaint
                I just wish you'd come home to me
                Because now I'm waiting all night...

                You were here, it seemed, for seconds
                Mere fractions of that, too
                And now...
                It's back to waiting...
                just as feathery as ever | portfolio | a poignant quote

                Comment


                • Love that last one WR.

                  Comment


                  • Originally posted by [Arcane]
                    Hope the guy that singing the one liners...can scream deeply...no more Linkin Park Chesters imitations. BUt great lyrics man!
                    now how did you know that we are all huge LP fans?

                    Comment


                    • i dont think i never heard a rock band sing dual parts. Linkin Park crossed my mind because they did.
                      Like Poetry and art? Visit my DeviantArt Site: www.lilithlairpoetry.deviantart.com

                      Comment


                      • Endura ... ... again ... like to hear that on mP3 please?

                        am in draught ... been working on a new design flow, and my brain is constantly delphi codes. can't seem to make the poem juice flowing.

                        But all in all, the work is great guys, I love the way the thread has grown. Hopfully, more people will pinch in their work and make it even better.

                        Thanks and kudos to all.

                        Enjoy.
                        Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                        By: izchan

                        Comment


                        • Untitled


                          Too young and full of energy,
                          He could conquer worlds,
                          Lay waste to great civilisations,
                          Cause havoc and chaos,
                          To kings and there bishops.
                          Star exploding energy,
                          Beautiful like a comet,
                          Ploughing the heavens,
                          In unstoppable haste.
                          The capturer of worlds, slayer of foes,
                          Champion of mothers.
                          This titan of a man,
                          Is my nine year old son.
                          'In this country, it takes all the running you can do to stay in one place.'"

                          Comment


                          • Bazman ... .. what can I say ... ... I thought I was looking at godzilla when I read the poem ...

                            God bless the kid.

                            : No more than ...
                            No more than a thought
                            the kind that bring knees bending
                            No more than a whisper
                            the kind that make man weep
                            No more than a man
                            the kind that brought an end to the world
                            No more than a belief
                            the kind that only belong to dreams
                            No more than this life
                            compared to the others that have passed us by


                            wrote this while sleeping.
                            found it on my table when I woke up this morning.

                            Enjoy.
                            Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                            By: izchan

                            Comment


                            • Thanks Iz'. I wrote it a while ago. My son is 17 now.

                              You say you wrote your last piece while you were asleep. How Strange. It's good though. I like it.
                              'In this country, it takes all the running you can do to stay in one place.'"

                              Comment


                              • there are times when I wake up in the morning and I find little peace of writings on my night table, things that I will scribble because I have a sudden thought or a dream that was vivid. I write them down on my little book or the papers that I keep beside my bed. I read somewhere that it helps us understand ourselves better. You will be surprised at some of the things that I find in the morning. It is troubling sometimes to me when I read it, and I go "Whoa! who writes this stuff" because I cannot remember why and how I could write something like that. It is like there is another person hidden within me that only comes when my counscious mind is asleep.

                                I started doing this around 10 years back and have never stopped.

                                Try it. You will surprise even yourself.

                                And thanks for liking the poem, because I liked it as well.
                                Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                                By: izchan

                                Comment

                                Working...
                                X
                                😀
                                🥰
                                🤢
                                😎
                                😡
                                👍
                                👎