Poetry Thread

[Bandal]

A stone face looms above
Put in place by coiled wood
A gust of wind from an overcast sky comes
Shaking the leaves before it passes
 

[anoni]

From the fire and thrown in the brink,
Locked away by violent instinct,
Let no man pass through this mind's eye,
Freewill will cease to glow, flicker to die.

Individuality never to exist,
Influence of society will persist,
Shuffled into a realm of order,
The world hinging from the border.

We are puppets, puppets we are,
Becoming the proof of societies scar,
A single cell of a body too great,
To even try to care about it's own state.

We are taught to conform,
Taught to be nothing but the norm,
They're trying to make you so digital,
Telling you that you're so miniscule.

You, to them, are a just a number,
Just one with money and labor to plunder,
Why doesn't anyone stand and say no?
No one seems to be willing to let ideas flow!

This is what they do to you and me,
A truth that only so few people can see,
When Machine like behavior is their infatuation,
You wonder why this is what they call "Education".

(This is a poem about the schooling system)
Friend suggested that I wrote a poem about him .

There is a scottish fox that I know,
Whose very fur is the colour of love,
He can be rugged, he can be fierce,
but at the same time soft, delicate as a dove.

He has a dark side he likes to take form,
but it's all in good faith and fun!
The truth is he is extremely nice,
he is caring, thoughtful and warm as the sun.

He is a foxeh I'm extremely glad to know,
Someone who's friendship I'd never try to sever,
Someone I can rely on, someone I can trust,
He is my luggzie and I'll love him forever!

[Luggz]

I didn't suggest anything. i said i should get a commission done by you

But thanks, i will love you forever too

[MrRazot]

Never been so hard to re-catch the train...
Though I guess for when the time comes,
I'll keep the bench warm just for you.

[Midnight Madness]

I did upload this on my Deviantart and Furaffinity, but it fits the whole purpose. Something I did up quick that helped me out with my writer's block and helped me get out some feelings I held (as easily told by how it goes from something more sad and solemn to something happy).

Chisel

For what encases me,
for why it does, you play your part.
You pick away and break its possession,
with a vehement passion short not of obsession.
You scream and cry; you break and start.
Not of greed, but of a plea; and it is I it is for.

I wonder; in what has this life placed me?
My voice now muted, my face all but still.
In my time, I have much, yet, to fulfill;
yet I am here, and I can no longer be.
Within this, you are stronger than I.

You fight not for something fallacious,
your struggle could be against the heavens and the hells,
yet you would continue, no regard for how pernicious.
You yearn for that day; upon which, for you and for I, ring the bells.
For you love I, and I love you.

Encased, however, I do remain.
With your tempered chisel, you reveal me in pieces.
But your heart is of guilt, of fear, when you see a crimson stain.
Only more when so many try to bind you, prying you away with shadowy leashes.
Before you fall away, give out and pass; you leave me no longer encased.

Starting, my eyes peel; breath hissing.
Reformation begins, and salt stings our eyes.
Deep into mine, and deep into yours; is this what we have been missing?
Brilliant; the blue rings we have, they shimmer like cirrus dotted skies.
Our feelings deep, we embrace for decades; and finally, our lives have started.

[anoni]

Good one Sytex, it was nice, gave powerful images!

Joyous darkness, pain of trance,
dancing happily in tune of silence,
No more cares, no more wonders,
broken mental cadence thunders,

Troubles exposes the tone of mind,
When there's none left of your kind,
You drain of emotion, the rest of agony,
And compose your own deranged symphony.

Not of music, but of thought,
Staccato of pain ones surely sought,
Break the skin with a trill of steel,
Just to remind yourself you can feel.

Thinking troubles a slur in legato,
Each sad thought, itself Marcato,
The condition ascends worse and worse,
Impossible to escape this endless curse.

Drained, lost, no where to go,
Desperate to be staccatissimo,
Nothing matters, don't care anymore,
It's then the soul will stop feeling sore.

Happily dancing to silence, as said before,
For soon the sorrow will be no more,
Live this moment, define your persona,
For now the song has reached it's coda.

(NOTE: this is not based of me!)

[anoni]

A piece of peace,
A calm that's almost unreal,
No vibration of sound or light,
Just how I'd like to feel.

Calm, soft, cool,
Floating slow and steady,
Drifting through a void,
Trying to be ready.

Darkness is ahead,
Stress, pain or violence,
But that's later, not now,
Lets remain in our blissful trance.

For now float,
Prepare for what is coming,
Close your eyes, exhale,
For soon you will be running.

[anoni]

Streets bathed in neon gold,
Blue light shines to get more sold,
The vice of a city echos within,
As the people walk drenched in sin.

Walk in the street, metal in hand,
A trigger to fulfill life's final plan,
Such a small device, a tiny gun,
End a mans life; just for fun.

Pearly white beaches stretch far,
You driving around in a super car,
This truly is the life, can't you see?
A city of bliss and naughty ecstasy.

But you then realize, this isn't real,
It's the image on a monitor encased in steel,
It's just a game, when you get nitty gritty,
but I'll still love Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.

[Spotted_Serval]

Time for a little free-verse?


Shadowy Secrets ~


Coils of coal-black shadows,
Shifting into horrifying images,
Whisper lies into those hearts,
That choose to keep them locked within.


Flickering forms of a shattered reality,
Cracked and exposed for all to see,
Fabrication from falsified truth,
Drives a thorn deep into the soul.


The poison spreads,
Covering all in its path in darkness,
Enveloping joy and crushing dreams,
Until only fear remains.


Release the shadows from your heart,
Let them spring away,
Then the poisoned thorn will lose its sting,
Flooding you with peace.

[anoni]

A very nice poem Reminds me of some sort of "depression" or sad moments in which people have to undertake. I like it! Keep us posted

[Spotted_Serval]

A very nice poem Reminds me of some sort of "depression" or sad moments in which people have to undertake. I like it! Keep us posted

Thanks! Here is another of mine:

Where Earth and Heaven Meet

Terrible secrets whispering,
Throughout my cluttered mind,
Reminding me of failures,
I have tried my best to hide.

The wind's mocking laughter,
Rings loudly in my ears,
As the rivers start to taunt me,
With my many, many fears.

All I want is to escape,
Into the cloudless sky,
Far above the blackened clouds,
Is where I wish to fly.

For up there light is shining,
The sunbeams warm and bright,
And in the evening stars come out,
To watch over the night.

It is there that peace abounds,
Where the air is light and sweet,
I hope someday I'll make it there,
Where Earth and Heaven meet.

[MrRazot]

well this thread is going nicely again


I couldn't think of what to write
it's just about 8 pm in the night
and though my creativity seems quite gone
potato

[FeralWings]

Poetry 'aint my strong suit, but I occasionally give it a go. I usually end up thinking of a really nice line, or hear a really great line in a song, and base the poet around that line. Anywho, here's one;


Prison of words:



It's easier said, and it's harder to do,
I don't want to hear empty words come from you.


All of these lies aren't even partially true,
And none of your actions ever get to break through.


If only you had yourself to listen to,
You'd see your words build the prison, fool.


Someday you'll have to do your time in that room,
And all I can do is hope it's sometime soon.

[FeralWings]

Wasn't it supposed to be funny?
Wasn't it meant to be all good?

I had never wanted it to be,
Or cause all these tears and blood.

I can only hope that you'll forgive,
While I try doing what I should.
Maybe I'll succeed.
                       Accidental.

[anoni]

well this thread is going nicely again


I couldn't think of what to write
it's just about 8 pm in the night
and though my creativity seems quite gone
potato

That might just be the best poem I've ever seen...

Well, I guess it's not enough to try.
   I work and work to never get high,
                                                        I dunno why,

It just leaves thoughts to pry, leaving my mouth dry,
       As I contemplate what words I try to defy,

Why lie?
It's my pride that I'm trying subside,
I'm going for the ride to protect my hide,
  I'll do it with or without friends by my side,

Would it matter if cried or died as I slide
   in depression I lied,
for I committed the crime of no time,
  as expressed in rhyme, as my only sign of
                          sanity in vanity in a perfect line.

Let me stay to flay the clay of realities tray
                                                  of missed opportunities, gone away,
So I may lay to see the high marks of today
                      and say hooray, in vain

Doesn't matter anymore, we're all educations whore,
  We draw the floor and answer the call,
                                                          and we get only charges.
So we get clawed by the ravenous horde,
  Only to get discord in trust of a lord,
                                                                               that's society


So, it's over, no plea
nothings for free, there is no key,
let it be, I try to see,
but all I get...
                   ...is the failure that is me.