Poetry Thread

[anoni]

I don't think I've been contributing enough to this thread, so I wrote this pretty quickly

Vacuum~

I'm Weightless here, right now,
Floating in nothing, I don't know how.
No sound can be heard, pitch nor tone,
Micro to Macro, I'm here alone.

I can see a vibrant sun flare,
It's majesty, can't help but stare,
It's radiance would make me boil
In this freezing cold turmoil.

I'd float here, my soul escaping,
Nothing to stop my arteries breaking,
Protected only be elasticity,
It's such an ominous reality.

I can't help but ask, what kills me?
the radiation that you cannot see?
Or would I simply freeze in a snap?
Or float into a pressure bomb trap?

Either way, I'm by myself,
with endless deteriorating health.
No air to breathe, no particles near,
This is truly our worst fear.

In some ways, it's kind of peaceful,
Even despite me being so fearful,
For I know, we'll all be one soon,
As I become part of this very vacuum.

[Joe King]

Much of that poem fairly accurately describes how I feel when I'm just about to fall asleep.  The "Nodoff" period, as I call it.  I made a song once, trying to capture the feeling in sound.  I think it fits the tone of your poem as well:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1912219/

[Aoren Deringer]

Here's a few really terrbile ones that dont have any real traditional form Free verse, it is.
 
The Dragon raises his head,
He has planned long for this day.
Prepared us for dinner,
For we played right into his hand.
The Dragon promised black gold,
The Dragon eyed our way.
The Dragon took with guile and force,
Now we must understand that the demons have come.
Our land of the free long past,
Perhaps was never here.
We must now worship a dark king,
In secret, so full of hate.
For now to be a god amongst men we realize must be,
A pawn of The Dragon.
 
Ok and I also have
 
Mortality is our fate
Not knowing the means nor the hour
We walk blindly towards our end.
What could be our worth?
How do we prove our existence?
We prove our worth by our very survival.
For every one of us to live thousands will die.
Every life is worth a legion
But none is greater than another.
So who shall meet the axe?
The rigged die is cast.
 

[anoni]

[After playing a long game of Amnesia: The Dark Decent, I'm in enough mood to write about the horrors that lay within]

Daniel... My name is Daniel...
I had... to forget... I... have...

Those words echo in my mind as I creep through darkened bellows,
I crouch, lurching forward into a crippling blood stained corridor,
Chains hang overhead, dripping red liquid pools on the ground that I pass
My only safety is my lantern that brights my path, my future.

Daniel... kill Alexander...
Daniel... Kill Alexander...

I walk into the kitchen, I find nothing of importance.
Some oil, a tinder box, the room is dimly lit by a single candle,
Venturing further, I find the chopped up limbs of swine hanging,
A pot of acid near, nothing I can use... I leave.

Daniel, the shadow comes for you
Remain sane, away from the shadow...

As I exit the kitchen, my lantern lighting a small distance ahead of me,
a most terrible moan beseeches me, a crackling slow yelp of endless torture,
for a half a second, I see a face ahead of me, a mouth drooped down as if melted,
I turn off the lantern, but it's too late... it knows I'm here.

Daniel don't lose your sanity,
stay out of the darkness...

I run in the kitchen and shut the door, furiously finding a place to hide,
Before I can even move a large crack snaps behind me, it's breaking through.
I go to the hanging limbless swine and hide in a pool of rotting blood and flesh,
Each bang getting louder and louder, closer and closer, until finally, the door breaks through...

Daniel, you can not fight,
Daniel, you must hide!

I hear it's choked demented breathing as it enters the kitchen,
It is a dead end, I have no where to run, it is looking for me,
It's knife scratches against the surface of the wall as it walks to the swine,
I hide behind, hoping, praying, it will not see me...

Daniel, do not look,
hide, close your eyes, do not look.

I do not know where it is, I hear it's breathing coming closer,
Its every step straining the floor boards, it is so close,
It will find me, I must run, no, no, I must stay
How do I escape the very death that awaits me in this room!?

Daniel, you must survive
Kill Alexander Daniel, Kill Alexander.

I hear nothing, a sudden silence, is it still there?
I feel it looming over me, standing in one place...
Unsure what to do, do I peak, will it find me,
I gain the courage to snoop around the corner, I find nothing.

Daniel, you must stay sane,
It is of most importance Daniel.

My vision blurred from insanity, cracking eggs echo in my mind,
It has left the kitchen, to where I do not know,
But now I must exit the kitchen, go to where it went,
I creep out, the darkness setting back in as I venture to the unknown...

Daniel... My name is Daniel...
 I had... to forget... I... have...

[Luggz]

Have to ask how long did it take you to compose this? I mean you only just posted about it in the hug thread!

[anoni]

That's my first draft, just wrote it in about... err.. 5 minutes? I don't spend long on my poetry haha

[Luggz]

man, you iz good.

[anoni]

Consequences are, although I write really fast I have to be in the mood to write. I'd never aspire to be a professional poet because I can't really choose when to write, that "vacuum" poem I posted was at a time when I didn't really feel like writing, it's not really full of emotion and more scientific and logical which I don't like in poetry. So something has to happen (and it has to be late at night) for me to be in the mood to write, something not distinct, something that has room. Then I only am in the mood to write for about half an hour, so I write quickly.

For that poem I just wrote, simply, the things that happened were this. I had played 3 hours of Amnesia: The Dark Decent, in one sequence you have to enter torture rooms and there is a brief description of what happened in the torture room. I dunno if moderators would not like this caption because it might scare some people, so if it is removed it is removed, but nether the less I'll put it in a spoiler. [CAUTION: not of the faint of heart]

Spoiler for Hidden:

(In reference to the infamous Iron Maiden torture device, which encases victims in a cage of spikes, not big enough to kill, but big enough to pierce into the victims skin.)
"The traitor stands perfectly still, trying not to move, however his knee twitches just a little bit and blood trickles down his leg. He lurches his head forward slightly from the pain, it takes him a while to notice that he has just ruptured his eye and it is now leaking."

So that concept was so... unbelievably gory that it just got me in the mood for that dark kind of story telling. I really like phrases like that, they can make you cringe even though they have such little words or descriptions. I love it

[pawz9]

heres one:
               there are those who think we should party all night
               then there are those who think we should do nothing but fight
               its impossible to tell who's right
               for life's not black and white
               but somehow that makes me feel alright

[Joe King]

If you want it to be a rhyming poem, you should revise it a bit, so that it fits a beat- iambic pentameter, I believe it's called.  Like, my revision would be:

There are those who think that we should party all night,
There are those for whom life is a trigger to fight
It's impossible for any one man to be right,
When- as a matter of fact- life is not black and white
And yet somehow, this all makes me feel alright.

[anoni]

I wished upon a star afar
To seek my very destiny
Without any flick or glimmer
the star didn't listen to me


I got up upon my red roof
I reached my hands to touch the star
I strained to discover the truth
But I could only get so far


I was disappointed as hell
So I walked and began to cry
A loose plate snapped and then I fell
and hit the ground to nearly die


I lay there in pain on the lawn
Staring up at the nights cosmos
I slowly awaited the dawn,
frowning at the star, being cross


“Why can't I touch you!?” I screamed
crying tears as my body bled
The star came down like I dreamed
It saw me, this is what it said


“Mortal, the one who seeks it all
seeks future of his very soul,
uncertain of what is ahead.
Only pleasure.” is what it said


It flew back up into the sky
Leaving only such cryptic words
I lay there still, I didn't cry,
Thinking of only the absurd.


Only pleasure? What does that mean?
So angry at the stars advice
was it fake, was it just a dream?
Its words only there to entice


Finally, I then realized
Only pleasure was not knowing
for discovery mesmerized
with certainty never showing.


Always something to discover
I'll always search for knowledge
Get up and you'll soon recover
for understanding has no edge

Once wished upon a star afar
To seek my very destiny
Answers were on my own radar
but no sign of reality.

[Daemon]

I have a couple of poems to share. They're in the spoilers.

I don't want the gift of being nameless

Spoiler for Hidden:

Being nameless must be a gift
One meant only for those
Who do nothing
See nothing
Attempt nothing

And it is a gift that I do not want

I want to go to college
I want to get a masters degree
I want my paintings in a museum
I want to make a movie
I want to write a book
I want to design the next fashion trend

So i will not be nameless

My only wish is to see the world,
and have It see me for who I am

I want to be myself, and no other person

I want to have the curse that is fame
For what do I have if not recognition for My deeds?

To see
To hear
To taste
To smell
To feel

I want to do everything 
I want to do everything

What it means to be: Bisexual
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Spoiler for Hidden:

To love everyoneTo hold no prejudice

To show everyone
To hold onto forgiveness

To live free
To live well

To be bisexual
is to love
live
hope
dream

To be bisexual
is to understand
be undiscriminating
believe
know

To be bisexual
is to be yourself
and being yourself
shows your love the most.

Be proud
Be happy
Show what you wish
Or don't


You're choice.

both of them are rather old. I want to write more poetry soon. I always was quite fond of it.

[anoni]

These are old poems that I have, but I was reluctant to post them because they're quite dark and gruesome. So I'm going to put them in the Spoilers

This first one I wrote back in 2011 when I was coming to terms that my sexuality would stay forever and that I'd eventually have to face it.

Spoiler for Hidden:

It hangs off me like a mutilated limb,
Restricting my movements and freedom,
Striking pain with every lurch forward I partake,
Causing a strange savage suffering, eating away.
As mentality fights my body,
In a war my body cannot win.

The agony to scream without voice,
To cry without a sense of despair,
To hide from the inevitable reality I must confront,
To feel the demented pride of successfully hiding
From others and myself;
The perfect poker face.

I know this is unnecessary
To cause myself so much distraught,,
Which in itself consumes my well-being;
For the only reason this is taking place,
Is to my credible dishonor,
I am afraid.

Embarrassed, I'd look at myself
Denied to see what I truly am,
With insufficient courage to accept myself
Question my very existence, and seeking logic
For why this abominable abaddon,
Had been leeched on to me.

But I will consistently pursue
The one ambition that grapples me with hope,
An angels hands, would give me courage
To accept my one and only fate,
And to come to terms
With who I may love.

This other one was when I discovered the horrific Japanese Military Biological Research Center in WW2 known as Unit-731. The fact that no one knows about this is saddening.

Spoiler for Hidden:

Voices stop in blood stained soil,
Remnants of the chaotic turmoil.
The creation of a perfect hell
trapped in a lost concrete shell.

A feat of the extraordinary,
in terms of their treachery,
in order to survive,
in order to thrive.

Pain of the surreal,
Essence of death's meal.
They, with standard defiance,
claim the name of science.

Each "log" processed,
Each disease assessed,
Experiments of the grotesque,
logs begging for eternal rest.

Blood-stained puss drooling
while logs bodies start pooling.
Trapped in small cages,
injected with contagions.

Biologically tested,
in disease, logs nested.
Moving into the operating room,
the real pain will begin soon.

Bodies opened for weeks on end,
50,000 in this trend,
Organs removed and analysed,
Facilities filled with logs cries.

Vessels rapture,
beyond torture,
each infected,
each vivisected.


The infection spreads,
until all are dead
and those who remained,
will be then detained;

Pushed into the furnace,
as logs surplus,
screaming, "I'm not dead!"
as the inferno fed.

These voices unheard,
for reasons absurd,
They teach lies,
as the story dies.

Forgetting is insanity,
crimes against humanity
But i will not let them run
from unit 731

[Animatrix]

Sun and moon entwined.

Spoiler for Hidden:

The gleaming sun casts it's rays,
Abolishing mental greys,
But undyingly entwined with the moon,
and it's rise will come soon.

Slowly to dusk the orb will fall,
Stealing it's light back from all,
giving in to internal will,
sinking down with a final chill.

Corruptive shadows begin to flicker,
backlit by innocent intent,
creatures of the night forthcoming to snicker,
there is no way to repent.

At it's peak, sending down
Unfaltering rays of harmless light,
but never breaching or peircing,
the many terrible layers of night.

[anoni]

Nice poem I really like it. Especially the second stanza

This is kind of more, free writing then structure poetry, I just wrote 2 lines randomly off the top of my head and then eventually formed a poem around it. I got to the feeling you get when so many things happen at once you just drift off.

Spoiler for Hidden:

Hold the hope that keeps me here
The force that stops me floating away
Grasp it with ever gasping fear
For soon I shall not see the day.

please, oh please, I plead to you,
Don't let me lose my only hope!
Without it I know not what to do
The only concept I have to cope!

Fearless and smiling optimism
To pessimistic bloody tears
I shall not think of cataclysm
To open the door to all my fears

Leave my body and my mind
For the universe would never care
For co-existance of any kind
may be just too much to bare

Why oh why! I scream and cry
As I begin to cease humanity
Why friends and love dwindle to die
As I transend to infinity

No hope is left! It is all gone!
Leave this place to go alone,
I will embed to the forsworn
To vanish any way back home.

The hope leaves never to exist
I return to my mortality
As this world continues to insist
That I return to reality.