Post your poetry here!!

[7itanium]

so I just got done writing this.... tell me what you guys think!



These friends arrive in tidal waves until the sea's collide,
we cease the tide so when its all done - we survive..,
without growing gills, an we kill without forming fins,
and swarming sins still fill the devil's morgue with kin,
were torn again once satan's spawn is born a twin,
spiral amongst societys demons,
a sobriety's reason is solely to try prying your weakness,
Because were not alive. were corpses lying on beaches,
we abide until there's no time left for climbing on each step,
were growing tired of inching closer to these flowing fires beneath.. "Hell".
yes, prone to knowing each geiser will speak,
heat exposes every tyrant's beliefs,
grieving choices we never had the oppurtunity change,
kinda strange that we live life blinded by rain,
in the end we are burning,
so what are we learning if we still feel deserving,


This thread is for AC members to share their poetry/songs that they have written

[BreezeRuehls]

That's cool, I wright too when i am inspired...;)

[7itanium]

If you like that one... here is another one :-)


normal life astride, expectations pushed aside
nothing hardens a soul as much as unexpected strife
a canvas painted perfectly - god, how it's hurting me..
picture-perfect misery, things just aint how they're s'posed to be
dawn's around noon, dusk just never comes too soon
flat harmony finds a way to accent the tune
anything's unheard of if it leads to decision
procrastination is clockwork with the utmost precision
change never visits, normality is a prerequisite
lofty hopes are held for faith to come finish it
wishes are abnormalities, always ending with fatality
logical thoughts within the mind are crucial fallacies
judgement is heresay, life's nothing but a copay
the fire in the soul is just heating the propane
disaster's inevitable, the truth is unedible
screams inside the soul never reach a decible


ACCTUALLY... I am going to make this the official AC Poetry thread...

share your poems here!

[BreezeRuehls]

Ok, this one is old, AND NO I am not into the twilight movie!!!


We dance below the branches of night,
Arms stretched high to the pail star light.
Embraced in the silence of the wind,
upon cold earth our shadows bend.

Your face buried in surreal thought,
deep within the feelings they rot.
Steel eyes hidden in a vial of hair,
Piercing through your wicked stair.

Taker of life, Bringer of sorrow,
Forever yours my blood to borrow.
Beautiful white fangs breaking the flesh,
I give You immortality upon my death..
Brandy Erfurth 2004

[BreezeRuehls]

And this one is to my daughter



Have you ever sat and watched a butterfly
Completely enamored by its simple beauty?
Its freedom, Its grace Its Frailty,
Dreaming to reach out and hold it
respecting its life and delicate strength,
Understanding to embrace it would
rent its still beating wings from its body?
Destroying the illusion of its enduring vigor!
Silently you observe this tiny creature soar above
your awaiting grasp.
Begging to fly along side.
But to do so would decay the enchantment of
this very moment.
So watching You fly away from Me,
I shall forever wonder....
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN?
Brandy Ruehl 4-6-06

[BreezeRuehls]

Yours are nice, what do you think of mine? They are old, but I haven't had a poetic moment in years, they usually happen when I am on the edge or extremely depressed.

[7itanium]

yours are good.. I like your style

I am more of a musician than a poet-- but sometimes when I sit down to write a song I find that I end up with a poem lol

[Fish-Addict]

I like fish,
On or off a dish,
They like me,
I like them for my tea.



As you can see poetry is one of my weaker subjects ;)

You guys' peoms are really good though :)

[7itanium]

I like fish,
On or off a dish,
They like me,
I like them for my tea.



As you can see poetry is one of my weaker subjects ;)

You guys' peoms are really good though :)

lol...

[Lupin]

I like fish,
On or off a dish,
They like me,
I like them for my tea.



As you can see poetry is one of my weaker subjects ;)

You guys' peoms are really good though :)
I didn't know fish can be used for tea. Weird. And poems could have reflected your personality.;)

[excuzzzeme]

I started writing 'poetry' shortly after my strokes. It was the only way I could communicate how I felt. When you can't talk, it is surprisingly difficult to explain how you feel. Frustrations becomes the norm. Lucky for me, I have gotten most of my speech back. I still get stuck on finding the word or use the wrong one at times. I had never written poetry in my entire life and one day this popped out. Here is my first one:



I See Him



©JKexme 11/05





I see him and our eyes meet.



I ask who is he really?



Does he know how others see him?



Does he even care?



As I look into his face I wonder if I want to be him.



I wonder if he would like to be me.



The downturn corners of his mouth suggest more sadness



Then gladness.



Silence is all I get from him.



No answers to my questions.



Some day I hope to know who he is.



So for now, I shrug my shoulders



And he does the same.



I will have to try another day.



I need to hurry now,



My shaving water is getting cold.

[7itanium]

I started writing 'poetry' shortly after my strokes. It was the only way I could communicate how I felt. When you can't talk, it is surprisingly difficult to explain how you feel. Frustrations becomes the norm. Lucky for me, I have gotten most of my speech back. I still get stuck on finding the word or use the wrong one at times. I had never written poetry in my entire life and one day this popped out. Here is my first one:



I See Him



©JKexme 11/05





I see him and our eyes meet.



I ask who is he really?



Does he know how others see him?



Does he even care?



As I look into his face I wonder if I want to be him.



I wonder if he would like to be me.



The downturn corners of his mouth suggest more sadness



Then gladness.



Silence is all I get from him.



No answers to my questions.



Some day I hope to know who he is.



So for now, I shrug my shoulders



And he does the same.



I will have to try another day.



I need to hurry now,



My shaving water is getting cold.




Nice poem... and glad you ok!

[Winged]

You guys have some really good poems. Here's a couple of mine:

(The only one I've written that actually rhymes.)
Heartless,
Cold and cruel,
A serpent
With the power to rule
Every emotion,
Every thought.
A life led in vain,
Nothing but pain brought.
A tongue made of steel
Causes the heart to tear.
Eyes of fire,
Kill with a cold glare.

----------------------------

I need you here beside me,
To comfort and to guide me,
To hold me and
To dry my tears.
I need you to console me,
To tell me everything’s going to be okay,
To give me the strength I can’t find on my own.
I need you to be with me,
To never leave me,
To stay by my side.

And when you’ve gone,
And my tears return,
And you don’t come back,
I will need you more than ever.
Yet, you won’t be there for me.
I will be on my own,
But I’ll need you here beside me,
To comfort and to guide me,
To hold me and
To dry my tears.

Bethany Detwiler
25 March 2007


I haven't written a poem in a couple years. Actually, I haven't really written one since I finished high school. Knowing that most of my poems came to me when I was really upset, what does that tell you about my classmates in high school? :lipssealedsmilie:

[Winged]

Here's one more. I couldn't post the second one I did without posting this one as well, written about two months after that one (shortly after the last time I saw "him", about a month after graduation).

It's not there anymore.
The passion I once felt has left me.
I can't talk to him and feel the way I did.
I can't feel that love I felt,
I can't find the joy either.
It's for the better,
I know it is,
But at the same time,
It's hard to let go of something
I wanted so badly
And wanted for so long.
There's nothing to forgive,
But everything to forget.
The only thing I want now
Is to forget that I ever loved at all.

[debaric]

eh ehm:

I like planted tanks
the moss the green the beauty
fish love it as well


*Thank you thank you

[AquaGem]

Most of mine wouldn't work here... but I went through them and found a few :) This thread is super!


Blizzard

Never ending blizzard
Only thing unique
No two the same
Frozen in time
And fixed in place
Clouding the surface
Shielding unknown
Stealing your heart
Until all is drained
Taking the yielding
Test the waters
Cracked safe
Never to escape
Oh happy prisoner
The tears will never dry


Past

Worse than wanting to forget
Needing to remember
Conjuring all past images
Every day less sure
The purity instead of rotten
Losing the memory
Repetition always of the past
Hoping to regain lost
Facing the bleak nothingness
Finding new hope
Heart whole, damaged soul
Never happened to feel
Waiting to hold on to everything
Wanting to receive life


Endurance

She could not find the answer
No revealing of the secret
Desiring everything simply
Forever changing inside
Nothing staying the same
She could not find the strength
Fixed question tickling lips
Disappointment brushing aside
Answer without being spoken
Seeking out another puzzle
She could not find salvation
Tonight letting go of the cause
Burning in the piercing mind
Ignoring just below surface
Listening to the silence
She could not find the question

[Winged]

eh ehm:

I like planted tanks
the moss the green the beauty
fish love it as well


*Thank you thank you

Wonderful haiku. :clap:

I really hate writing haikus. We did them so much in school. Too much. More of a chore than anything.

[debaric]

thanks darlin

[marinkafuschia]

wow all these poems are great, makes me embarrassed about my writing Aquagem I really like your "past" poem!

here's one of mine from couple years back. it doesn't say any bad words but...sorry if this poem is a little racy. lol its the only one I have that's not scary dark and heartbreaking. lol geez whats with these crazy poets and their depression right!

anticipatorystillness, shivers down my spine
drinking up your eagerness, like some forbidden wine.
throat goes dry,
I wither
encouraging cries,
dark, knowing smile, fills those chocolate eyes,
body turns to liquid,
ecstasy eating my brain like acid.
skinless, weightless,
nameless
shapeless.
curling into a cloud.
controlled by incoherence.
labored breathing,
deep heart beating, tend to be the only sounds.

[beabroca]

I was only six, i didnt know better
i had just learned to write my letters
when i went to daddy's, i was so proud
i read my letters over and over out loud
Eric watched us when dddy left
he soon separated me from the rest
he laid everyone else down to nap
he turned on quiet music the kind they call rap
in a small room , way in the back
he laid me on a blanket, told me relax
he took of my shirt, my pants and my panties
it happened to me, not Courtney not Andy
he told me i was mommy, and he was the daddy
as he undressed and laid beside me
he said it was our little secret
he said it was important that i keep it
as he laid himself on my a tear came to eye
he told me relax and not to cry
when he was finished and he got dressed
he stood me up and said to act my best
he reminded me that it was our secret and not to tell
he told me tattle tales go to hell
when daddy came back, beside him i sat
we talked about stuff, but not about that
i hoped i wasn't dirty, and i wondered "why me"
i couldn't wait until Sunday, when id be with mommy
as the weeks past mommy again packed our bags
she told us we were going to see our dad
i begged and i pleaded that she not make us go
i told her Eric hurt me, why i don't know
mommy asked me to give her a hint
so i explained, i told her what i meant
she held me close, we both began to cry
i told our secret, i wondered if id die
well, here i am and still alive
im doing "ok" im getting by
i was only six, i didn't know better
but will it happen again? NO ...NEVER




wrote this a couple years back....its true. and published in 2 books.

[marinkafuschia]

oh beabroca. I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry, I wish you the all the strength and love to get though this. very brave of you to put this into writing and publish it (brave because it is an extremely sensitive and hard subject for people to talk about, lt alone some one who has gone through it.)

[beabroca]

its hard to think about but it happened....and i think me talking and writing about it helps....
thanks for the comments!

[nickmcmechan]

its hard to think about but it happened....and i think me talking and writing about it helps....
thanks for the comments!

brought me to tears and anger, you are very brave indeed

[Fish-Addict]

I didn't know fish can be used for tea. Weird. And poems could have reflected your personality.;)


Haha I meant tea as in lunch, not tea you drink. Well I do like a bit of scampi now and again ;)...

[7itanium]

Haha I meant tea as in lunch, not tea you drink. Well I do like a bit of scampi now and again ;)...


HAHAHA.. I get it now

[cam191919]

some compelling poems