Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

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talking and discussing for others to see. that's the forum thing.

welcome.

[izchan]

Welcome wildsegolily to our poetry thread.

there is only one thing that I can say

WOW ....

That poem was intense. I had to stop my winamp from playing to get the full poem in or I would have burst my veins trying to do both at the same time.

what's this thread is about?

well its simple. Its about poetry.

everyone comes in to read or contribute.

We share our works and we share our thoughts.

But most of all we come here to enjoy the beauty.

I started the thread as a way of contributing to the forums. I did not know any subject that was interesting other than books and poetry. So I chosed poetry.

Here we gather to give people what we see in life and in ourselves.

I hope that I will be seeing more of your evlution with us, as we too are growing to become someone better than we were.

Again. Welcome to this journey of the poets.

I will like to thank Ruth for bringing you here.

It is an honour to know so many talents.

[Ian the Korean]

Welcome, that is an awesome poem, wildsegosily! Keep posting here we are always glad to have more poems and ideas flowing in.

Sand

Tiny bits of glass
That I'm walking past.
Will you cut my feet,
Or burn me with your heat?
It has such beauty for one so small,
Seen by the sea with the call of a gull.
But all of it will wash away,
By the coming of the new day.

[xarajodie]

Self-Inflicted Prison

The billowy crimson silk brushes past
Pulsating rhythmic hips reside beneath it
A skirt ballooning with the air rushing past
That of her languid art.
She churns not for the applause or living
She churns for the love.
The bloody bell she produces siwrls graciously
As firelight leaps around her motions
The thumping voices carry through the blackened trees
To my bittered cage in the blackness.
My silks are merely dark tattered cheesecloth
Stained in my blood and that of many once-beating hearts.
I wear a death shroud across my shoulders
And an iron across my heart.
I hear the music through my barriers and recognize its value
And yet hold my head high to its freedom and purity.
I cannot appreciate the rhythm which pulses
as I cannot stop my bloody rampage.
I see my life three feet behind me and none ahead,
too engrossed in my own prison.
The temptation of freedom wafts to me through the dense growth
But I have too long been left unattended
And thus turn away once more to the death-encrusted floor
To rub my nose through the ashes again
And drink the ever-running crimson blood.

I wrote this one about 2.5 years ago . . . looking back, it's hard to believe some of the things I wrote! Crazy.

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and, the other thing in verse i wrote. I was bitter. And some of you konw what it's about.

THE HYDRA

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Each of it's heads talking loudly and slow;
Arguing non-stop each mouth contradicting the
Other and finding no straight way to go.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Tramp'ling the villagers found in its way;
Calling for sacrifice, worship and blood-letting,
Forcing the people to hide, run, or pray.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Deaf, dumb and blind to the emptying town;
Then came the day when he noticed that no one was
Coming to feed him or bow to his crown.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Each of it's heads talking loudly and slow;
Famished from hunger yet still proudly wobbling
Forward, but finding no straight way to go.

heh, it happened in high school, incidentally.

[izchan]

Xara, I am lost.

Could you explain to me what it is that your poem is trying to say?
Forgive me for my ignorance.

Will be posting later today.

Am now in a middle of rushing my work.

thanks.

[wildsegolily]

well thank you for the welcome... this is absolutely terrific. I love being surrounded by creative souls

I truly enjoyed Sand, Ian... I'm inspired to write something new... perhaps I will post it later.

xara - crimson imagery never fails to capture me



here's another poem, written a couple months ago:

NIGHT OF THE LION
the roar of passion
from the fields
erupts my heart to flames
a heat in the night
the moment is right
now it's the lion she tames

a struggle of strength
in the fields
tugs me to the source
then a falling of trees
she's down on her knees
she follows her deadly course

a hungry approach
through the fields
speeds my worried heart
he charges the night
she cowers in fright
she clutches her aching heart

suddenly stopping
in the fields
my heart begins to slow
he gives her a look
she's off the hook
then she turns around to go

suddenly charging
through the fields
now I'm the thing that he hunts
he gives me a glare
in wonder I stare
it's me he truly wants

the roar of passion
in these fields
erupts my heart to flames
the fear of the night
I want to take flight
it's me the lion tames

[xarajodie]

Originally posted by izchan
Xara, I am lost.

Could you explain to me what it is that your poem is trying to say?
Forgive me for my ignorance.

No problem. This poem was written in a time of deep personal pain and reflection for me. I saw a picture of a girl dancing in a deep crimson dress, with a bilowy skirt. And it occurred that there really is so much beauty in this world, but that I was so wrapped up in my pain (self-inflicted prison of pain) and myself that I could hear the beautiful music but that it wouldn't be beautiful to me, because I wasn't truly appreciating anything. So the poem was me telling myself that I was digging myself into a hole, basically, that I was making things worse for myself. That help?

[izchan]

Xara, that helps alot.
Now I see, though the last sentence caught me off guard.
Why drinking the ever flowing crimson blood?
Rubbing the nose in ashes means dwelling in it,
but what does the blood mean? Life?

Here is something ...

: Reasons

if I had walked away now
I will still have my old life
if it was not so important
I would not have let me die

If I only knew what the signs were
I would not have walk ahead
avoiding all the obstacles
that which burns me instead

I can only say this
I would have done the same
whether today or tommorow
I would still have given my hand
to help you in any way
Even if it would be my last
for it is the only reason
that I am alive today

It is a bit messy, hope that my next poem will be better.

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gah, wierd night, i can't verbalize what's happening in my head. maybe it'll come out later, or some other day. Good work y'all.

-Alan

[wildsegolily]

the Hydra poem- very intriguing. It actually made me wonder if anyone has ever read Plato's Republic, and the comparison of the three parts of the human soul to man, lion, and hydra. It seems the image and function of the hydra could be pretty universal in representing areas of people's lives. Perhaps anything could be universal in that sense, if we make it that way. It's amazing how connected our thoughts can be in a network of multitudes of people.

[xarajodie]

Originally posted by izchan
Now I see, though the last sentence caught me off guard.
Why drinking the ever flowing crimson blood?
Rubbing the nose in ashes means dwelling in it,
but what does the blood mean? Life?

The blood represents my pain at the time - my heart was bleeding from the heartbreak I suffered, in my mind. And drinking it, and rubbing my nose in the ashes means that I'm turning away from the beauty around me - dwelling in it, just as you said. So I was, in essence, drinking my own pain - bringing it back onto myself. Of course, I didn't really realize this stuff when I wrote it. Kinda fun to anazlyze my own poem.

Sorry for the confusion . . . perhaps it was too complicated. I tend to do that.

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well, for anyone who knows what i'm talking about, it was about excalibur, and no not the sword. twas a choir i was in in my high school. Politics, politics, how i hate thee.

[izchan]

Final poem for the today ...

Enjoy

: Final Reality

Do you hear the night wind blow?
Can you see the candle light?
what might seem like eternity
is only our own inner blight

The boogie man in our dreams
the fear that will always grow
never really leaving us
constantly in our souls

Every word that is shared
tainted with deception
covered with lies
hidden behind unseen realities

Screeming for release
the rage fights within
struggling to push the truth back
burying all the memories away

As the struggles take its toll
chipping away the armours
breaking down the walls
loosing our dear sanity

Then finally realising
which only by letting go
can one free ourselves
the eternal pain sipping away
and our lost smile found again
ending it all in peace and serenity

good night people.

Thanks Xara for the explanation.

Hope to see more of you guys ....

[Ian the Korean]

Here is one I wrote yesterday, but forgot to post:
Remembrance

There is nothing to wake to,
Nothing to take the pain,
There is nothing to make you,
Feel complete again.

The excitement is done,
The ride is at its end,
Now comes the setting sun,
Im at the rivers last bend.

The days end has come at last,
A sense of peace has taken me,
Dreams flood me from my past,
Beginning to make my eyes blurry.

Memories that bring sadness,
Memories that bring pain,
Memories that bring gladness,
Theyve all come back again.

I remember my childhood,
and I remember my love,
I always said that I would,
and I still do, even now that you are above.

But reminising has its ends,
just like my life will too.
Ill remember all of my friends,
and cherish all of you.

I hope you all enjoy it.