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  • Gots another poem, wrote it earlier when I was supposed to be doing my homework...oh well.

    You where never there

    I sit here alone in the dark
    Thinking of you
    Nothing here
    Wind blowing gently against my hair
    Curtains with holes flutter
    Rain lashing outside
    Thunder and lightning, bolting, rumbling outside
    Time stands still not ticking an inch
    I feel neglected and pain
    Agony, torture and insomnia
    I cannot sleep, I cannot rest
    All my voices call in my head
    Lost in a whirl of my misscarry plan
    My mind lies in rags at my feet
    Defeat and deceit surrond me
    The room I'm in is like a dark shadow
    Never leaving my side
    Shutters rattle and rage at the window
    Floor boards creak and moan
    The walls are rotten like the hold a thousand memorys
    You where never there and never will be
    I might as well face it
    I'm alone in this room, alone to die
    I break down in tears and cry
    My heart seizes and my body shakes violently
    I lie in a gruesome , macabre mess
    My death lingers in the air
    Yet you however where never there.

    I was thinking earlier today we should all start our own poetry community type thing. What do you guys think?
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    • Good day people.
      Here is one for the day.
      Don't wait for me ...

      : Messy business
      My brain is slowing down
      my soul is sipping away
      I am so messed up
      I can tell night from day

      sitting in a cubicle
      contemplating my life
      only to see a blue board
      with a window with silver linings
      the window to my world

      For what is worth
      I still do my share
      but at the end of day
      it is them that gets the fare

      so why bother killing myself
      over these petty benefits
      only to end up later
      with a retire plan
      that shoves me to "LUCKY OLD FOLK CARE"

      So live and let live
      thats what I say
      for time waits for no one
      enjoy it while it is lasts
      for the end is coming here
      Sometimes it is just being me that counts
      By: izchan

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      • Izchan why are you telling us not to wait for you? I would wait for you heres a poem I wrote last night-
        Its why I'm here,
        because of you,
        You've stuck by my side,
        Through rise and fall,
        You make me wanna smile till my cheek bones ache,
        I Love you more than words can say or describe,
        I'll be with you,
        Be with you through it all,
        Mark my words,
        I'll alwasy be here by your side,
        Just look when your doubtfull I'll be there,
        Through thick and thin I'll be there,
        Come rain or shine,
        Hail or storm,
        I'll be here I'am here,
        Guess what,
        I aint going nowhere.


        one of the happiest poems I've ever wrote hope you all like it.
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        • Jedi ... ... I am so touched ... ... you might not have written it for me ... ... but I feel that you had ... so thank you. You are a GEM!!!! ...

          A thought for the day.
          Why do people live within their problems when they know there is a better life somewhere else?

          : Redemption
          I know I am knee deep in it
          I understand there is nothing I can do
          I fully accept that my time is up
          but why am I still going on?

          I see the futility in the effort
          I feel the urge to run away
          I hear words of discouragement
          but why do I still persist on it?

          I made my decision on this matter
          I will sleep on this bed I made
          I know the consequences of failure
          and I choose something other then defeat
          I will not give up on you
          and you will not give up on yourself
          for the road will only end
          when all hope have died within
          for then life has no meaning
          and that is what I can't stand
          for I choose to live again

          I am currently in a phase of choice. A junction in my faith and life. The decision I make will shape what my future might be. And the consequences that I will face.

          There are people who says, "I have no choice" ... well ... I say ... "I choose otherwise" ...

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

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          • Originally posted by izchan
            Jedi ... ... I am so touched ... ... you might not have written it for me ... ... but I feel that you had ... so thank you. You are a GEM!!!! ...

            awww thanks Iz you always put a smile on my face
            Heres another poem I was working when i was supposed to be doing my music homework-

            The sun rises in a heartless sky
            Angry birds cry
            Humanity fled
            Gone to mars they said
            The ground is hotter than normal
            The north and south poles begin to melt
            A swift tide of the worlds oceans
            The land gradually is lost to view
            Nothing is left exceot the sea
            How could we let this be?

            and another suicidal one-

            I've lived my last day
            In this perilous life
            I sit on the cold kitchen tiles
            In my hand is a knife
            The candle beside me
            Flickers and groans
            I let pain take control as the knife cuts through me
            My heart just moans
            Like a great burden has been lifted
            I drop on the floor
            Blood spills and floods around me
            I now live no more.

            Enjoy them
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            • Very grim, Jedi. Be weary of your feelings, for it will lead you down to the dark side.

              ... always wanted to say that to SOMEONE who actually understand it.

              : Illusions of the mind
              Make beliefs truths
              lies and deceits
              sweet empty words
              promising the unpromised
              Sugar coat faces
              honey combed tounges
              giving you everything that is dung

              Voiceless whispers
              silent encouragement
              invisible arms to hold us true
              blind loving eyes
              seeing only the best
              giving us everything without complaint

              Broken down souls
              lost in the mist
              limping slowly back into bliss
              if only more would willing see
              there is still hope given for free
              to those we wish
              a new path to eternity


              Again ... ... I choose otherwise.

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

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              • Sitting in the rain, under the light of a single lamp post.
                She waits for what will never come.
                Her true love gone to a place he will never return from.
                Sadly she waits, Waits and not knowing.
                My creative writing teacher liked it.

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                • Iz I understand what you mean
                  Idiot your can't be an idiot if you write something as good as that
                  heres my participation for today-
                  Memory box

                  The sun sets down
                  Darkness covers the land
                  You take my hand
                  As we walk along the sand
                  Like a new birth of night
                  The moon rises high in the everlasting sky
                  We walk close and you bring me closer
                  Like two spirits never to depart
                  You'll remain forever in my heart
                  I'll cherish this night forever
                  In my box of memories
                  Which I never lose or forget
                  a box which remains in my soul
                  I'll never let go
                  Then you'll know that I'll always love you.

                  hope you guys like them.
                  and another one asociated with sunsets-

                  Sunset

                  The sun sinks low
                  Beyond the brink
                  reds, yellows
                  lilacs, blues
                  Splash across the sky
                  Darkness gently laps by
                  Soon it regins the land
                  Like a giant wave
                  Wont go out
                  Until the morning sunshine shouts
                  Yet till that time I'll sleep the night away
                  Stars will fade like autumn leaves
                  On comes another day.
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                  • idiot ... ... welcome ... ... and plase post more
                    I see what your teacher see ... POTENTIAL ...

                    : At the other end
                    Another day has gone by
                    the time in which he calls a life
                    slips silently away
                    taking a route of decay
                    when hearts beats slower becuase of age
                    the mind grows dimmer because he is gray
                    the muscles seems softer while he plays
                    of what use is a pair of shades
                    when he can no longer tell night from day

                    oh what bitterness this old man has
                    when his love of life has gone to pass
                    holding his old walking stick
                    slowly limping into dark
                    whispering into the night
                    "Oh! I have seen better days"
                    not seeing the dim lit candle light
                    at the other end of the passage


                    and another grumpy old man poem ...
                    I say ... ... otherwise ...

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

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                    • another poem from..me..and off i go for another week....
                      ______________________

                      Rude Awakening by Lee

                      Awakened by the voice that calls my name,
                      But when I open my eyes, no one's there,
                      Only a gentle breeze that coarses my face,
                      Going back to sleep, knowing something had came.

                      Awakened for the second time tonight,
                      This time, a touch on the cheek,
                      Opening my eyes, but there's no one around,
                      Only a letter beside my bed on the ground.

                      I examined the letter found,
                      It only said turn me around,
                      There lay an inscription on a card,
                      That said, 'Meet me in the graveyard'.

                      Leaving my warm comfortable house,
                      Walking a few blocks to the main gate,
                      It was dark and bit eerie,
                      But this is what it comes down to be.

                      Surpassing the tombstones on the lot,
                      I heard her voice again, but so near,
                      Thinking why I dragged myself into this,
                      But there sat a woman, made of mist.

                      Awestrucked by the beauty in her eyes,
                      She only whispered through the wind,
                      Saying to come closer to her,
                      I couldn't believe the unexpected.....

                      I walked up to the tombstone,
                      But I felt something pulling me up in the air,
                      Looking at her once beautiful face, lies a diseased corpse,
                      Eyes glaring of red, and a smile crept upon it's face.

                      "Naive little boy, can't take me for granted ya know,
                      Your ancestors, how I beseech,
                      That they used their powers to turn me into a lich!
                      But I've learned a few tricks of my own...."

                      And with that I felt I was tearing away from my body,
                      I can only bear witness, that my demise is coming,
                      Closing my eyes for the final moment...
                      ........................silence.....................
                      *
                      *
                      *
                      Awakened by the chirping of birds,
                      Man, I had a bad dream,
                      But, why the heck am I so light,
                      And my voice.....so...w..hi..s.......p..er...y?
                      ---------------------------

                      Its been an odd number of years now,
                      I had been so naive that night,
                      But why did I drag myself into this,
                      Cause now I'm just an element called mist.
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                      • wow ... fantasy reading ... ... nice going arcane. Total new experience for me.


                        I don't think I will be writing today.
                        writers block ...
                        But we will see.


                        : Misery
                        Letters to my heart
                        unopend and left a drift
                        songs to the soul
                        unheard and walked away
                        troubles within the mind
                        untended and growing fast
                        like cancer to the body
                        killing every hopes that has come
                        guilt is a deadly being
                        for it eats away our strenght
                        and only in forgiveness
                        are we spared the pain
                        the wounds will never go away
                        even when it is healed
                        for it serves to remind us
                        that we have once failed


                        Maybe I will write after all ... ... blocks ... such strange thing. One moment it is there, the other ... pooof ... gone.

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

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                        • its a new genre for me to explore in izzy...i found it quite rewarding..

                          And your poems...whether writers block or not..they still sound good
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                          • Arcane, well ... I hope to read more of this kind of work, for I believe that you have grown considerably over the thread, much more depth inside your poems now .. ... and I like it.

                            Keep posting.

                            : Shards in the mind
                            Broken glasses blocks my sight
                            like shards in the mind
                            no thoughts are clear anymore
                            tainted by the ignorance of man
                            so we go into another war
                            for justice and for peace
                            with spilled bloods and guts
                            we attain a final saying
                            in GOD we trust
                            in DEATH we begin


                            enjoy.
                            Last edited by izchan; 19 March 2003, 02:34.
                            Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                            By: izchan

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                            • I started vol. 5 and this is my first poem:
                              ________________
                              Sharing A Dream by Lee

                              Carried by the wind, my soul travels;
                              Onward to a distant faraway land;
                              Where the sun never sets;
                              But lays low over the horizon
                              Leaving a pinkish haze amonst the clouds.

                              A heavenly paradise only dreamt of in dreams,
                              I scour the land for any signs of life;
                              Upon my amazement, I spy a lone woman,
                              Sitting on a cliff above the surf;
                              Instinct says I must meet her....

                              Walking up behind her, eyeing her curves,
                              What more can I ask from this pretty woman;
                              Her head turning around, passing me a sly wink;

                              ....i've been expecting you......

                              Expecting the unexpected she got up
                              And held me in her arms,
                              All I felt...a warm passionate kiss from this stranger,
                              Pure bliss, eternal exctasy, all the feelings you can imagined,
                              From just one single kiss...

                              Asking her, "Do I know you"?,

                              ....only...in ...a.... dream..

                              I don't want this to end....

                              .....we'll meet again...lee...lee.....*fading*

                              -------------------------------
                              Waking up only to the moans of my girl in bed...
                              Murmuring my name......
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                              • Ah friend ... your poems are definately getting very GOOD!!
                                enjoy every word.
                                every second in fact.

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

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