Poems

:lol: I mean Reina help me to do some correction yesterday. :lol:
And thanks for the correction.

Oh right... I getcha now :p Oh well... hehe.

Oh.. a poem thread. This is interesting, and i also read the other poems as well. Really awsome. Here's my contribution to this tread now...

I did this poem hmm, someone in august i belive and it was and is.. for a very special person ^^ . Ok , here it goes



I ask you, what is life livinng for
Is it love ,lust, desire, dream or maybe fate?
Or for something you are longing for?
Are you seeking something great?

Can't you see that's all just too poetic
All you ever need is right beside you
Are you that blind too see it all?
Or are you doing this on purpose?

You hurt me everytime you long for another
Seeing as no one else is there to bother
I don't want no more from you, but just...
Just for you to see me there.

I stand in the dark,watching, waiting
It is all clear for me now
Can't you see me past the shourd of darkness?
Come, i'll show you how it feels.
Standing emotionless in the cold
As no one hears you, sees you, ignores you
Now go..go away from this lair of darkness
I love you to much to see you in that dispair

Ok, this is kinda depressing and it's about a guy from a story I wrote a long time ago, it's spoken by the girl who loved him. Theres was a tragic love, since he was a complete twat to her.

Your voice brings a bitter chill
Cold and calm and after me
It causes my everything to still
Love me, hold me, let me be.

Your fingers are cold
Heart made of stone
The words have gotten old
But they still chill my bone

Please just hold my hand
Don?t let me lose my way
Take me through this land
The land of yesterday

Bitter tears sting my cheeks
You?re pain is with me still
Memories help me through the weeks
But I fear you?ll get more ill

Years have passed now
And you are gone
I?ll live, though I don?t know how
I?ll never forget you, John

Sometimes the darkest and most gloomy of poems are the best ones, because I think that everyone can relate to them, therefore, everyone writes their own ;)

Very nice poems Son-Goku and Cleto.

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Sometimes the darkest and most gloomy of poems are the best ones, because I think that everyone can relate to them, therefore, everyone writes their own ;)

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I think you may be right there. For some reason I find it much easier to write more depressing poems than happy ones, maybe because it is so much easier to think of depressing things than really happy thoughts... I dunno.

Exactly. Like it's easier to do something that's bad for you, than something that'll benefit you, you know? It's weird...

Poems...Well, here's one from a friend...She's really good :)

Tattered and Stoned

Eyes dare weakly
Trace along such edge
Crusted over from day's on soaking
But pain screeching through one's head.

Dusk has left
A savior treat for who
Burning be that blade that so
Mutilated you

Punishment is enticing
For one in maddening's days
Pleasure be so enlightening
At the cost of another's pay

Blood so drip
Like the waterfall
That now pours down your cheek
To remember the stones
That were tossed upon you
Leave you weak and at death's peak

And tattered all
That so come to past
As the light so dwindles down

The blade, the stones, the shreds of clothes
Forgotten like you,
Alongside the crusted edge.
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:confused: It's ok? I hope..

Twilight I absolutly love it!

I love the rythm of the verses and the word order, it's so wonderfully written! =D Such awesome work.

23/9/05 To Weep with the Earth

I cry these floods of mine
As the world turns shades of grey
Swallowing me in its misery
There's no escape this time

The world dissolves around me
A sorry, angry mist
'till there is but a carcass left
Nothing more to see

It was the earth, the world
I would sit on it in pain
But now I cry not just for me
But for my home unfurled

And in the silnce deepening
I hear another voice
A haunting song of deepest pain
The world, as well, is weeping

In aching unison we mourn
For everything there used to be
For all things old
For all things born

Each of us torn apart
The sounds of souls in pieces
I'd never known there's been so much
Weighing on our hearts

As my tears hit ashen ground
They slowly seep away
I fear into lifelessness
Before I hear just one more sound

The sweetest voice on all the earth
Sweeping all around me
I search for its owner
Instead I witness birth

The ashen blanket peels slowly back
From the world it hides
Revealing much new tender growth
Which did no colour lack

Still I didn't cease to cry
But my tears were not of pain
Just joy as I saw new life
And stars up in the sky

Seeing a flower so vibrant red
I tenderly reached out
Its silken petals were summer warm
"Oh precious flower." I said

"You see death but you are life
Nothing is more clear
Please show me how to be like you
Your beauty is not rife"

I gently clasped it to my chest
And looked over the earth
A new day just happy to be
Is what I never would have guessed

I smiled out upon earth's field
It shone warmly back
To be happy is life itself
And it's what our hearts did build

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Is it just me or is the ending a little bit corny :p I think it's mainly just the last verse I don't like.


And this one is an older poem, one that I never thought I'd post, but here I am posting it, hehe, I also used a few lines of this poem on a picture I drew early this year

22/2/05 A Passion

The throb of my heart, my body, my soul
It's stronger than an ocean's waves,
The fire you ignite within me
Spreads faster than a forest's flames.
The comfort I feel in your presence
Is greater than ever I'd dreamt,
But the loneliness I feel without you
Is the most immeasurable event.
I long to be with you, always beside you
Feeling your breath on my skin,
The caress of your lips up against mine
A passion of fiery pleasures within.
To feel your warm curves up against me
Our bodies entangling with love,
My soul flies on the wings of a being
A soft, white, feathery dove.
The peace that it leaves within me
The joy that I feel as you're mine,
You are part of me and I of you
As our souls forever entwine.

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So there you have it, poems from me :D

*Strretches lazily and opens his bleary eyes. It's been a while since he got up before 9 AM*

Heheh, anyways, I really like your poems Becca, both were really quite beautiful, if I do say so.

Thanks Pat, I appreciate it :)

I lovee that second poem, Azerane. :cheese:

Now... For one to embarrass myself. :confused:


Your comforting touch,
My frozen heart awaits
Your warming presence as
The clock whispers the days.

Each night I nod off
To the last ringing word you spoke
Before your sweet breath drifted
Into the starry night.

The wonderful treachery,
The night time stars,
Forbidding your thoughts
To invade my lonely mind.

Miles separating our souls,
Caring, holding fast
Until the morning?s dawn
Shines to a warm rejoice.

Each year slowly inching,
Brings us so near,
And yet so far, isolating
Our restless love.

Moonlight dancing about us,
Mocking our escapable prison.
Prison that does not forbid,
But just as much does not allow.

The prison youth has created,
Containing our wondrously
Secluded ambitions,
Holding back our seething hearts.

Time the key, the only key
To set us free, and yet-
So heavy this key,
And so far is the prison door.
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Ta da. I'm all poem'd out for now. I'll rummage through m papers for some more hehe. :)

Ah, and-- Yes I know that one was bleh. :p

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... eh eh eh. I take no credit what-so-ever. I'm just amused. Damn English Lit student, am I.

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I remember once thinking
How I should write a poem.
A poem about old age;
A poem about how I will walk not with a cane to support my frail weight, but to hold at my side...
- proudly, that is.

I remember once swearing
How my hair would not turn grey.
Turn grey with old age;
Old age that I slowly accended into with wisdom beyond my (numerous) years, streaked white hair...
- gracefully, that is.

I remember once seeing
How they have to climb.
Climb onto the buses;
Those satin-blood cages at six am early morning with every ounce of strenght, mindless chatter...
-sorrowfully, that is.

That is not what I'll be. No, no, not me.

But now I do not remember
How to write that poem.
That poem about old age;
That poem about how I will stand tall with dignity, and pride.
- now I am just chewed barbed wire.

Of course I do not remember
That my hair was once auburn brown.
Golden with life;
Life that left my worn body years ago with the death of another, splintering bones...
- now it is just faded cobwebs in the morning dew.

And no, I do not remember seeing!
My eyes are blackened, and this I cannot see.
I am just one of them;
Clamboring in the morning cold to the last shred of interaction, the actions that commit me...
- strangers, nothing more.

I do not remember swearing any of these things, oh my words.
Maybe because of the death of my lover, those that speak of me.
Maybe because of the death of my father and mother; (Oh, and a younger brother.)
I do not remember feeling any of these these things, forgive me.

So this is what I'll be. Yes, yes, oh me.

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Poet, I am not. Would like to work on it, though. =)

Thanks Twilight! :)

I very much like your poem Four Years Past.

And Neph, that second poem of yours is amazing. I really enjoyed reading it, I think you've written it really well, I like the way it flows.

Woot.. time for another depressive sad poem by me. Enjoy.. well, since it's depressive, don't enjoy.. ere.. you know..:

-Sodom & Gomorrah-

Standing here as a pillar of salt,
I look down upon myself,
And at long last,
The object of my torture,
Of my persecution,
The knife jabbed,
Straight into my heart.

It?s a double bladed sword,
Words inscribed on each side,
Friendship and Memories.

The desire to pull it out,
Is not as unbearable as it may seem.

For though the pain would go,
And a worse one would soon follow.

So I shall stand here,
Looking back at that forbidden city,
Of long ago.

Wow Nuka, I have to say that that is a very powerful poem, so beautifully written. I simply love it.

Thanks Azerane, much appreciated ^^

I'm liking whtat I'm reading..:cheese:...The last two were interesting..:cheese:

"Family"

He was laid to rest
the minute the lead went through his head
Another one dead
Another one who's life had to end
Where do I begin?
Pain is just another part of the game
It's two parts the same
Two parts insane, insanity
Just to keep reminding me
What I have inside of me, the name
It means so much to me
When I have someone looking up to me
It reminds me what I can be
When I have my own family
And I promise them
That I can give them better
Give them something that matters
A father who's always there
Someone who cares
No pain can out do the joy they'd give
Nothing would be worth more than my kids
I don't want them to see what I did, when I was the same age
Keep them from the same fate
Give me a reason to live
My family, they mean everything to me
And the pain that I learned from living soon vanishes within me

"The Things I Miss"

Let's play
The same way we did when we were children back in the day
Before the rain started raining down on our parade the day we grew to be our age
Let's love
Like when some was always enough when things got rough
Now everything is always the same and I miss your touch
Let's sing
The song that's been sitting in my heart waiting for my baby's loving
Like the day when we first met I miss being with my lady above all things
Just Say
You remember the days of before, before things got complicated
The way you looked at me before, before when you wanted me
Baby, can you look at me the same way
And say the same things you used to say yesterday
My Baby, Those are things I miss everyday

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"My Insanity"

Are you saying what I'm thinking
Thinking that leads thought to meaning
Meaning that leads us to beating
Annoying habits to keep us dreaming
As if I lost all I had the first night screaming
Beaming lights out my eyes the first sight I'm seeing
Believing is half the battle, the other half is leaving
partial thoughts on the table so seemingly innocent
As if I lost all thought of being none convincing
to myself as I pass out hoping to leaving memories I have inside me
And the past behind me as I commit something so atrociously blindingly
stupid, in mind like all I left inside was outside the realm of my reality
Baby, maybe, save me, and give me everything you have for me
Look in my eyes, sweety
Realize that I lost my mind half past ten and what I have left I write with my pen
Inside a pin where caged animals are kept in, out of touch with everything
Is this just a dream, or is reality what I woke never believing, never seeing
Since seeing is believing, I guess being is just dreaming if I'm caught living life blindly
But they all say it's my insanity...

Hmm...it seems I forgot to read page six...or most of it. I like both of your poems, Azerane...especially the second one...Passion for all!...:D :cheese:

Thanks Roog, I appreciate it... though try not to triple post :p'

I really love your poem 'The Things I Miss', I love the feel of it, the rythm, and the subject. It's really well written Roog.


The Hourglass I just wrote this one in about 20 mins, yay for the inspiration of 1am!

These days time seeps slowly by
Can't help but wonder the reason why
Those days are gone,
Our days are gone
And time still slowly passing, dies

It seems just yesterday we met
Were we so filled with false regret
We couldn't see,
We'd never see
That we weren't meant to be, not yet

I'd sit and I would think of you
Unknowing of what I should do
With you so far,
Away so far
A distant place never, I knew

And although we'll be apart still
I like to sometimes think we will
Makes things work out,
We can make out
Or at least pretend our hearts, we'd fill

But acting in this empty street
In always unrelenting heat
Just makes the pain,
It seals the pain
'Till our hearts no longer whole, do beat

So we'll leave with our empty hands
And travel to our seperate lands
A day away,
A life away
Shores with distant, golden sands

Then as I sit here with my mind
I pray that we will always find
Someone to love,
Our one true love
Who'll take away the sands of time

Azerane.. That one was amazingg. :Ooo: :wow:
Totally loved that one.. I can relate to it. :)

Gah, you guys are so good at poetry. If there was ever to be a competition between each other's poems, I swear I'll lose. xD My poetry skills are appalling.

Never-the-less, awesome stuff everyone. =) I enjoyed reading some of those. ^^

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Azerane.. That one was amazingg. :Ooo: :wow:
Totally loved that one.. I can relate to it. :)

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Thanks so much Twilight =D it's much appreciated, I'm glad you liked it. ^^

And thanks KS, sometimes with poetry it can be hard, I find that unless I have the right inspiration my poems are simple crap! :p

I like that poem, Azerane...even the title is cool...:cheese:

"Waiting to Sleep"

Sitting at the bedside
Of myself in a past life
Living a lie for the last time
Time to heat a heart that's been cold from the start
Night to night no day in sight
The stars are bright but there's no moon tonight
Surviving is a work of art
Staying alive while remaining hard
But maybe I'll see the light
Some day
When the blood doesn't run a river a many miles long
Filled with the songs of a many people gone
Filled with the screams of a many mother's lungs
Filled with the sounds of guns and the sounds of a hundred thousand sons
Oh God
As we bathe in the blood of our brothers, fathers, sisters and mothers
Acting like today maybe it'll all go away until we forget it anyway
Because that's our society
The streets are painted red, up to the trees the weeds are even dead
The only way to the light is to fight because down each alley is another sad story
Where an eye for an eye can soon lead to homocide quicker than you can scream "Where am I?"
Where there's no time to cry and ask God why
Becase the only time you get to rest is when you dead
Silly dreams in your head of a life without death
And peace to those who now rest
Covered in blood it's time to head home with a bullet through your chest
And when you arrive and it's time to return all you've done in life
Tell God that in hell there are still those of us who look to the sky
and ask for mercy and freedom from the thoughts that haunt our minds
Sitting at the bedside
Of myself in a past life
Waiting to finally sleep
A rest in peace

Thanks Roog :)

And I must say, that poem is amazing! I love the way it reads and everything, it was so real and yeah... One of your best works in my opinion.

"Your Worst Enemy"

I hear the steady clicking of clocks
Tick tocks heard from block to blocks
Watch your back cuz the hit is on
In a second you can be good as gone
Gone in the wind, rewind till ya see the sign
No time, until ya hear the rhyme, oh my
20 thousand bullets in your back this time
It's whack how they react to an act
Done in perchance only one instance in history
Misery can deal out much more than you or me
So don'y screw with me because I know your ancestry
One call can make your family half of what it used to be
Are you getting used to me, or am I still outside your realm of reality
Ready to strike in spite taking your life one day at a time
I'm deeper than crime, not seen by eyes, the most despised
Until the day comes and the loud thunder thunderous sound of drums
Comes from the skies above signaling the end of my reign of slums
Breaking what you thought you made, taking what you thought was saved
Every day making lies come to reality, making nature succumbed to my abnormality
You can't escape, you can only run through a land raped, innate of a ghetto landscape
Entranced by the chance to land one bullet through your head at the thought of ending up dead instead
Bred to bleed for devious deeds done dirty in the deepest story
Not boring, but too gory, indeed it's been a long journey, so show me what you got for me
The dust is building, storms outside waiting for the air to start chilling, the feeling!
Death painted up on your ceiling as you look up from sleeping, it's creepy!
In the deepest parts of your heart you know that the day draws nearer
Show no fear or you'll end up giving yourself up and your life will end up messed up
Now I know you're still stressed enough, but it's gonna soon blow up with no where to hold up
Wanted in five burrows by five men who just want to hurt you, what you go through!
And worst of all I'm your worst enemy, creating nasty scenarios with no heroes
Waiting for the day you slip up and give up capped in the back with two slugs
No luck when your own conscience is giving you nonsense and you're wanted
Die now or face the consequences of actions done in hard times
When things seemed fine sold some crack and smoked some lines
Now you're framed for killing the big man's main man, no chance
To clear your name because some things just don't go the ways we had dreamed
Before we deemed what was supposed to be would be, but didn't so we need to make a new plan
Before the aftermath of what's at hand gets you canned, landed in some alleyway with no chance to survive either way
Life's funny that way
I'm your worst enemy

"Mike"

Based on a true story...


I wanna tell you a story
A story about Mike
A story stuck in time
A story with a little rhyme


Now Mike had his life together
Played ball, he had nothing better
But maybe a girl sooner or later
A fly honey and soon he'd date her
Moesha, he found and married her
Worked a ten hour shift in his own business
No more ghetto games like he used to witness
No more selling crack, getting jacked
No more running from the cops, and getting popped
Life was good, but still he resembled the hood
It takes only one night to go back to what you known all your life
Mike liked to chill in a bar after working hard
With his homies he'd buy a round for all
But one dude was talking ****
Walked up to Mike half drunk, swung and missed
Mike let him know his distress with his fist
All over was a bloody mess
But this is the ghetto, no one is gonna snitch
For snitches end up in ditches
A week later, same bar same hater
Mike saw him, same dude from a week ago
Dude looked like he had a chip on his shoulder
He got bolder, walked over to Mike, room got colder
All it took was a second to take a life that's lasted decades
Dude shot Mike point blank range in the face
Brains all over the place
And that's how this story ends

Was just trying to throw a song together the other day, didn't get very far and yeah, it's not that great anyway, but yeah...

There you are at the end of the world
Sitting in your mind thinking of that girl
And you wonder, will it last?
Here we are, at last together again
Holding hands like we used to way back when-
We were younger, these years past.

But where are you when the sun goes down?
And where are you when my tears pour out?
And where are you? I wanna shout



...as I said, I didn't get very far, heh.

that's awesome Azzy! :D really great

Some Hillarious malay poem:
Jikalau roboh Kota Melaka, Balik Muar

Turun tangga naik tannga, Lif Rosak

Bersatu kita teguh, bercerai kahwin lagi

If Melacca is destroy, go back to south (malay is on north)

Downstairs Upstairs, Lif out of service

Together we strong, separate just married another one

:woeisme: :lol:

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that's awesome Azzy! :D really great

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Thanks Lunarcat, I didn't think it was so great but that's cool that you like it anyway =D

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By: Kovu The Lion

These games that I play,
These words that you say,
All affect me in this way,
Unbelievable for the way I feel this very day,
My love for you will never cease
I will love you always and forever,
Until the day that I decease.

I try so hard to satisfy you,
But it seems whatever I do..
Nothing is ever good enough for you, My love
Our love used to fly, and soar through the sky like a dove.

Now we sit together at this bench.
We thought our love would be a sinch (sp?)
But never did we know it would be this hard.
I had to act stupid, one little mistake, and now I'm singing like a bard..

I gave up on you once baby..
Could you please forgive me.. yes no.. Even maybe..?
I love you is that alright..?
I still want to be with you every night...

Laying by your side
This decision in life we could never decide..
It seems we went astray..
And with that.. Our love went away..

Please forgive me baby..
I can't live without you...
I want to be with you baby...
For the rest of my life.. I do I do...

Now the time has come..
Your bus is here and now I wait,
And wonder about our love and what it had become...
I listen to the words "Good Bye" they repeat over and over in my mind
I can't quit thinking about you as you ride away..

And so I sit here now, This very day
Awaiting your return to this spot
and maybe somehow some way
We can forgive each other and start over,
Because all I want.. Is for you to be my lover..

That's a nice poem KTL, sad but nice :)

Thank you Azerane ^^ Someone inspired me to write it.

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Thank you Azerane ^^ Someone inspired me to write it.

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You're welcome. And that's like me I guess, someone or something inspires my poems, I can't write a poem without inspiration from something.

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You're welcome. And that's like me I guess, someone or something inspires my poems, I can't write a poem without inspiration from something.

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Exactamente >) I can't write, Sing, do anything unless I see something about someeone, Or feel a certain way Xx

lovely Kovu! fantastic! but as Azzy said, quite sad.....:( :cheese:

And now, a little something from me.

Time:

It is said
That a woman sits in the window
And stares out at the world
She doesn't eat, drink, or do anything
But watch
Watch time pass by

Noone knows how long she's been there
Some say years
Others centuries
Milleniums

Mothers taunt their children saying
She's watching you
The children don't listen
But always take care when they pass her house

She's a legend, a myth they say
But she's there
Always watching
Never losing a second

That's well written Lunar, and a cool subject too, it's really nice. Though I think the first word may have a spelling error :Psst: ;) :D

Thankies and awesome poem ^^ TIME STANDS STILL FOR NO ONE

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