Poetry Thread

[Magrus]

I used to write poetry like crazy about 4 years ago. Some very nasty events in my life ended up with me writing two deeply disturbing poems and then being unable to write anymore after that. Wicked writer's block, everytime I attempt to write now it brings me back to that emotional state.

Anyways, while I was at my mother's and having a wicked party, I stumbled into my old room drunk and found this book that was published and had an old poem of mine in it. Most of my poetry has been lost or destroyed during the times I've moved over the past 3 years so I decided to take the book with me and save the poem. Luckily it was one of the few things that ended up NOT being covered in cherry juice after the party that was in my bag.

I noticed there were no threads about poetry here, so here's one. Post any poem you want, and comment what you want about the poem's that are here. If I can find the stuff I put up online in 2000, and the other things I've written since, I'll add more. If not, this is the only one I have.

I wrote this for a cute blonde tech while I was in the hospital. I liked her, and she had my medical file. I needed it, and I wasn't supposed to have it, SO I wrote her this poem in exchange for it. Not to dismiss how I felt about her, at the time I wrote this, I really did feel that way. Although having grown and experienced more, I've most definately realized my feelings for what they were. Still, she was sweet and drop-dead gorgeous and I had the BIGGEST crush on her. It's short, I was heavily medicated when I wrote it, 17 and did I mention the girl was gorgeous and was really nice to me?

Under These Bright Stars

Under these bright stars
Fire in the sky
Soft light shining down
Blanket of light

Your eyes, they outshine those stars
Overwhelm the moon with your gaze
Light the fire in my soul
Now I know why I love you

Face holds beauty untold
Spirit is strong and proud
Your mind entraps me, heart and soul
Keeps me yearning for more
More time with you

[Rudar Dimble]

Nice poem Magrus! . I write poems aswell, although most of them are Dutch, so you probably wouldn't understand sh*t of them

Here's an english one I recently wrote. It looks like a lyric now (which it is ), but it started as a poem:

Shadow

Clouds cover the sun in my life
And in the cold nights I dream to survive
But now my dreams are grabbed by a night’s claw
See me walking between the fingers of darkness
I stop in front of a ruined wall
On it pictures of a life that’s a mess
Every photo a story, but only a moment in time
But the story is never mine

I count the empty spaces left on the shelf
And suddenly the light of a lamp post
Reflects an image of my poor self
Casting a shadow I thought was lost
Is this just another picture of me?
Just another moment in time I see?
I fear this is someone else’s shadow
Or is it a silhouette of the man I’m supposed to be?

Chorus:
Dreams of love, dreams of fate
They are in my mind and before my eyes they show
What I did wrong and I didn't know
Will they ever be mine or is it too late?

The shadow walks under a proud moon
And I follow it over an unknown street
But I know we will see the ocean soon
I can already taste the salt air, it’s so sweet
The water twinkles gold and blue
Nothing seems out of reach anymore
Running over the beach I start looking for you
My bare feet getting wet when I leave the shore

(Chorus)

I follow the black figure
Floating over the waves
The horizon comes closer and closer
I see you standing on an island
Lost in sea
Looking for me

Dreams of love, dreams of fate
Forever they are here and they will always show
Me standing at the wall with the shadow
They will never be mine, it's too late
'Cause I didn't follow the shadow

[Magrus]

Thanks she thought so too, kept mumbling that she wished her boyfriend would write her something like that.

I really like that, and the way you put everything together too.

I've always been horrible at putting what I write into any sort of form and making rhymes. I just write, and whatever comes out, comes out when I'm inspired. Maybe I should try finding my old poems, although most are very dark and disturbing things.

[Rudar Dimble]

Thanks...I've made a tune on it, so it's kinda my first own song now
Too bad I can't let you hear it (might be a good thing for you though), but FYI the basic chords I play are E minor, C major 7 and some variations ons those

[Magrus]

Oh that's really cool, I'm hopeless with musical talent, but I used to write lyrics for a band years ago. I remember when they came up with that first song based off of my lyrics. It was just a great feeling.

[Demortis]

well this was for a school assignment,

Depression

Depression is the like the blackest of nights,
It sounds like an alcoholics’ gulp,
It’s the taste of Wild Turkey watered down with tears,
It’s the smell of the alcohol on your breath the next morning,
It looks like the never-ending battle to forget,
It makes me feel like there’s nothing I can do.

Depression is the color of blood.
The sound of a fix being cooked in a metal spoon,
It tastes of a leather belt being tightened around your arm,
It’s the smell of personal carnage of what has become of your life,
It’s you watching your-self stab your-self with a needle to try and end the pain,
It is self-imposed guilt that leads to these actions

Depression is a void, no light, no sound, just emptiness.
It’s the sound of a gun’s hammer being pulled back,
It tastes like finely-oiled metal
It’s the smell of gunpowder
It is watching your-self pull the trigger to end the pain.
It’s knowing that everything, the pain, agony, anguish will all end.


Depression is anger without enthusiasm.

[Magrus]

I like that, reminds me of what I used to right. That last line is OH so true as well. I wrote one about my childhood, very first poem for a class assignment. I had half the class in tears reading it and the teacher tore it up on me and just gave me an A for the assignment. Fool didn't even let me take it home to keep.

[Demortis]

yea, ive had people cry because of my poem, one even came up and asked "were you talkin about heroien?" yea i was, and it got the point acrossed.

[dragon wench]

I debated whether or not to post here... I write a fair amount of poetry, but it is generally quite personal. However, I did just find a number of poems that I thought I'd lost... so despite the dark nature of this piece, I'm posting it in celebration

Requiem

Last night
you were the knife
beneath my dreams

Wounding me from inner chasms
Grasping the crimson blade


Mirroring that mortal edge
I embraced
to
cleave you from scarlet rivers

As I forced my helpless touch

Your pulse
still screaming against my own
even as lashing scimitars
Completed their final sunder

Last night your echo
Ever present behind this existential skin
Emerged upon the planescape of my eye
silently staging my vision
towards your barren grave

Where only fanged shadows writhe

Staining me indelible

Forever

[Magrus]

That is wonderful, thank you for sharing.

It reminds me of the stupid decision I made on April Fool's day that ended my last relationship as a matter of fact. Anyways, I can truly relate to that, I'm not sure if it's what you intended, but I can.

I should try finding the rest of my poems, the publisher I was working with loved my stuff I just couldn't write any more and everything got lost in the moving I've done.

[dragon wench]

Thank you Magrus

I think.... the thing about loss, regardless of its nature, is that it is so very universal.
That raw, often unreconciled, pain speaks a language of its own, and anyone who has experienced it can immediately understand the place from which it arises.

btw, if you are able to find more of your stuff, it would be great to see

[Demortis]

yes that was a very good peice, better then i can come up with. i just find it hard attimes to talk or write about my emotions.

[dragon wench]

Thanks Demortis

I read your poem, btw, what you convey touches very deeply.

[Demortis]

thank you DW, ive had several people come up to me and say the exact same thing.

[Darth Zenemij]

I really created this poem for my Ex, she just stop loving me after a while. I know it sounds like pink floyd a bit.

Natasha-The title
Night after night you pretend it's all right,
But I can see you have grown colder,
and I can see your heart it is black and hollow.
I can't understand why I do this anymore,
I feel tight as a tourniquet and as cold as a razor blade.
And I feel that you just don't care, I can fell you growing older,
you have grown less colder to me.
But whenit all ends you are there alone,
trying to take the pain away, thinking of me,
I know everytime you cry in memory, I can feel it,
It has been dormat for many years now, that's why I gave up.
You were , my everything but our love grew to nothing.
As did your'e sanctuary.

Severed and dead to me-The title
You slit your wrist today,
to see if you could ease the pain.
But you know that only I can.
You tried to come back on your'e knee's
begging me please. But I just threw youu away.
How woud it have been if I gave you another chance?
If you could have it all?
Would you love me like I loved you once?
Would you hold me at night and tell me it's all right?
Pretending that you loved me wasn't enough,
I saw through you silhouette of lies.