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This is a beautiful poem, great written as well. It portray loss really well :) well done KTL:cheese:Quote:
Originally posted by Kovu The Lion
This next poem is for a very close friend, She might know who she is and yeah.. It was written for a certain someone because of something thats happened, as you can guess from the poem. Someone left xX
A Lost Soul
By: Kovu The Lion
I am all alone,
Standing in this Open Door,
Searching for a face, that I know wont be shown.
My Heart is incomplete.
My soul wanders on.
But I shall not..Accept this Defeat.
My love continues on
It prowls the earth,
it searches for you, from dusk, till Dawn.
Though you are gone,
you are still on my mind,
and through my dreams, your face is shown.
You are my only love.
and my love for you shall never fall nor stay the same,
but it shall always rise up above.
My heart calls out to you,
can you not hear it?
And I hope.. Yours is calling Too
It longs to be with you...
And it shall always be yours..
So I shall stand here waiting for the day you return..
and with me, my fiery passion..
For my love shall still burn..
You darling.. Are the greatest love,
I have ever known..
And this lost soul.. Continues to wander..
and one question remains that I ponder...
Where are you my love...
Don't let me search to long...
My soul shall continue its search,
Until I find you...And bring you back to my pearch..
Well yeah.. Kinda found out how a person felt today, felt like writing her a little something. And if you are to see this that special someone.
I hope that you like it :)... :hugs:
~KTL~
Wrote this one about an hour ago, wasn't really sure where I was going with it at all, I just wrote it as it came into my head, but it seems to make sense. The rhythm isn't always right but nothing's perfect :p
23/1/06 The Storyteller
Tell me my fortune storyteller
Tell me what you see
Do I dance in spring with flowers
Does anyone dance with me?
What do you see in visions wise
What does my future hold
Am I forever to be a simpleton
Or to be blessed with fortunes bold ?
Now lean in closer storyteller
Now lean in and do tell
Who it is that I will be with
When resounds the wedding bell
And tell me also seeing one
Tell me loud and clear
How long will I have to wait
?Till I hold that love near
But just you wait one so wise
But just you tell me this
Wise, fortune storyteller you may be
So tell me if this story exists
Is this just a cover storyteller
Is this nothing but a dream
To make me reach for the impossible
Despite how near they seem
Do not trick me with fairy tales
Do not trick me at all
These dreams are not beyond my reach
You will not see me fall
So tell me again dear storyteller
Tell me just how it came to be
That I ended up with my love
Who lives across the sea
Wow, I really like that poem Becca. I love the sound of it, something about the way it flows is really cool. It's really sweet to my love, you're a great writer.
Hehe, thankyou Pat. Glad you like it, it's not so great but it's better than some of my other poems.
And here's another one I wrote last night, when I was getting into bed I just had some crazy inspiration :p
23/1/06 A Fly Inside My Head
A fly buzzed out of my head
And this is what he said
"Good day to you
It's five past two
Time for you to go
You better hurry
You better scurry
Or you'll be caught in snow"
And as he flew around
He did land on the ground
And I did suggest
Only in jest
That I sould squash him dead
He dissagreed
And soon did leave
For higher ground instead
But I did follow my friend the fly
For I did not want to pass him by
But just to know
How things do go
That he was inside me
But no reply did come
He just ate a crumb
And flew back in behind my eyes to see
:p
Well, *le gasp* I wrote another poem, or something to that effect I believe. Here ya go:
Trapped in the Yearbooks
As I walk through these hallowed halls,
I?m reminded of times long since past,
Times that no one now recalls.
Those of long ago have left their mark,
The desks, tables, and chairs,
The halls, floors, and bathroom walls.
Their markings are still there.
The pages turn and so much is there,
And so much is gone.
The faces, always happy, never sad,
The faces staring at me,
I can?t recognize them, any of them.
However as the pages turn I realize,
This is my life I?m looking through,
And I?m trapped in the pages,
Will anyone bother to look for me?
Now that I too am now gone.
((Inspiration for this poem came from a lot of thinking, bringing up old memories and realizing how much I missed all of my friends that are gone now. I've been inc ontact with several of them these past few days, it was great. But up till then I'd felt a bit forgotten by them. Anyway.. yeah, there ya go.))
Wow...Your poems are always so sad, Nuka.:(
That was deep, inspired. You know, I have thought recently about my friends at high school, the same ones that have been my best buds since kindergarten (or thereabouts), and how within a year or so when we graduate we all will go our separate ways and probably never cross paths again. Except at high school reunions or something like that, but that just isn't the same...anyway I think I said more than I planned to, but I guess your poem reminded me to enjoy the time I have at school with my friends.
I don't usually write poems but I decided to write this for a friend as a gift. ^^
It's not too great cos' I'm hopeless at poetry. xD Even though we're studying it in English at school. :lol:
I'm Sorry For The Way I've Been
I'm sorry for the way I acted last night
I acted like I was trying to be alright
But I soon found out what I meant to you
And I knew it'd be true
That I'd still love you as a good friend, no more, no less.
Time ticks by, I hear voices repeat endlessly in my mind
Why don't I just let my problems unwind?
I sit there, thinking. Every breath I take it just gets harder and harder
Tougher and tougher, longer and longer
And before I notice, you're gone. Right before my eyes.
I know I shouldn't have done that to you, but it's true
I sit there, thinking. When will that day come?
The day we meet up, and have lots of fun
The day we get to know eachother as real life friends
Why, why did I do this to you? I ask myself
I lay down and think. We're good friends and I'm sorry
Sorry for everything I've done.
I hope you can forgive me
You'll be my friend forever and always
And I'm sorry for the way I've been.
Truly, I am.
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And I haven't got chance to read through everyone elses poems yet though if I get the time, I'll try and comment on them. =D I'm sure most of them are better than mine anyway.
:p
That's a very well written poem Nuka, it makes me think of all the people from the different schools I've been to, and wonder what they're up to.
I was just going through my old book of poem drafts and stuff and found a couple that I thought I might post.
This poem I wrote early last year and it was based around a poem recited by the character Hyzenthlay in Watership Down.
22/2/05 Seasonal Life
I was in the springtime
My body danced with joy,
Every day I felt no pain
Just soft immortal song
As the sky forever blue,
Never a drop did rain.
Every day the feeling
Of pure unending bliss,
Returned to me with ease
As I knew it would last
As the sun forever shone,
Down upon all to please.
Now as the time did pass
I learnt of unocommon few,
Who every day felt great pain
With harsh unending hurt
As the sky forever grey,
Many a drop did rain.
The birds had ceased to sing
For them the spring had passed,
Autumn came and went
As seasons come and go
And they were in the winter,
From spring they had been sent.
I fear that for me now
The leaves turn hues of red,
Soon they will blanket the earth
As winter enters me
As my body freezes, dies,
The rain for me halts birth.
This one I wrote near the end of July last year. I never did any clean up work on this one, what you read is how I originally wrote it. Also I'm not really sure what it's about :confused: hehe
Burying a belief
Hiding behind my face
Reality seems to fade in and out
An oily sea of life
Where I mean nothing
So take me as I am
Or just leave me here
I can't feel, I don't fear
But take me and I'm alive
I'm not sure if this one's finished or not, I never really decided. It's about seasons.
18/9/05
Fiery abandon drifts ever downwards
Veins void of lifeblood cracked and dried
Now lonely limbs reach out in vain
Aspiring to grasp fire for just a moment more
But the world grows bleak.
And the hollow rain is waiting, watching
As quickly as the fire blankets the earth
So the hollow rain does disperse its load
The earth is heavy, the earth is damp
Turning now it trembles.
White, everything seems so old
So fragile in this thin, sweet coat
It crumbles, dancing from shaken limbs
As the earth breathes in, fresh again
Before resting in the cold.
EDIT: Oh darn, I took so long to type all this up that KS posted before me and I didn't get to comment on it. But I'll just say that for someone who doesn't write poems very often it's quite well written. You should write more often.
Many thanks you guys, I appreciate the wonderful comments. ^_^
And yeah, most of my poetry is sad, but that's only because I write poetry only when I become emotionally inspired to *shrugs* :cheese:
i also poted this in the song thread, but what the heck
I look at you
While you look at me
And wonder how it can be
That you love I
Just a simple girl
You make me feel out of this world
You hold my hand
And hug me close
And tell me how you would be
All alone in this lonely world
If it wasn't for me
(chorus)
So come on, lets go
To a world where we
Just can be you and me
So take my hand
And lets run away
To a place where you and I can be.
She looks at me
And shakes her head
Asking if im blind, can I see
he's not The One she says
he won't do
he's not from a good society
hes black, a negro
who just won't do
he gets bad grades in school
You're banned from seeing him, never again
should i see his face
(chorus)
So come on, lets go
To a world where we
Just can be you and me
So take my hand
And lets run away
To a place where you and I can be.
I run away
to find you here
searching for an identity
I look in your eyes
they seem so sad
How i wish that I could take your pain
You smile at me
With your sad brown eyes
And say that it can never be
I hold you tight i wanna never let go
As we whisper words of love, quietly
(chorus)
So come on, lets go
To a world where we
Just can be you and me
So take my hand
And lets run away
To a place where you and I can be.
It's been five years
I look at your grave
In loving memory
You took your life
To end your pain
And with you took a part of me
Why did you leave me
Where did you go
I cry these tears alone once again
You left me a letter, Said you did it for us
But why did you have to leave
(chorus)
So come on, lets go
To a world where we
Just can be you and me
So take my hand
And lets run away
To a place where you and I can be.
I didn't write this poem, but it's one of my favourite poems so I wanted to share it anyway. There may be a few errors in punctuation and spelling since I'm typing it from the top of my head.
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borrogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws the catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
The frumious bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he saught
And rested he by the Tum Tum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the Tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
"One, two! One, two! And through and through"
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack
He left it dead and with it's head
He went gallumphing back.
"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy
Oh, Frabjous day! Callooh, callay"
He cortled in his joy.
Twas brillig and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borrogoves,
And the mome wraths outgrabe.
EDIT: And one that I just wrote myself
Kangaroo Feathers 27/1/06
There was a place, many years ago
When the sound of silence broken,
Was filled with cracks of gunpowder
And it was declared war season open.
Dressed in slouch hats, khaki green
And hoisted shoulder high,
A single gun, never yet used
With which to defend them by.
Strong and brave these young men were
A chance to prove their worth
Yet none of these young men quite knew
What would befall the earth.
Angry bullets tearing at tender flesh
Cold led turned to rivers red,
As many men from countries far
Fall to the ground now lifeless, dead.
Reverberation country-wide
To lose so many lives so young,
Our soldiers won?t see home again
Mourning families, lives unsung.
To all those soldiers, lest we forget
All that remains is memories,
And a single Kangaroo feather
Blowing gently in the breeze.
I [SIZE=huge]HATE[/SIZE] the jabberwocky, but i really like the poem you wrote Azerane.:tears: you have a real gift in poetry.
Wow, that seems to be quite a strong hate you have there Simbaspirit, hehe, may I ask why you hate it?
And thankyou, I appreciate it. :)
By the way, love your new avvy :lol: ...it works on two levels
Wow.. so that is actually a poem that the Cheshire Cat is singing.. never knew *idiot*
Oh so that's where it's from... I knew it was from Alice in Wonderland but I never knew where because I've only seen it once, at least 10 years ago. That's so cool, hehe
because we had to try to analyze it in english class, and cause its dumb:p. and thanx, i like it too:)Quote:
Originally posted by Azerane
Wow, that seems to be quite a strong hate you have there Simbaspirit, hehe, may I ask why you hate it?
And thankyou, I appreciate it. :)
By the way, love your new avvy :lol: ...it works on two levels
Icouldn't imagine trying to analyze that... I suppose if you knew some information on the author and his/her background then you might be able to relate even that bit of a jumble of strange words into a sort of storyline.. hmm...
Ahh... what a crap poem to have to analyse! :p hehe, firstly because it's about killing a jabberwocky and secondly because half the words in it don't even exist! :p
EDIT: @Nuka, I've heard this poem so many times, my art teacher used to recite it sometimes and at first it didn't make much sense but now that I know it myself even the nonsense words seem to make sense and form a picture in my mind.
note: the words do exsist.
unfortunatly.