Agent Awesome
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Post by Agent Awesome on Jun 9, 2011 1:58:20 GMT -5
Last year, we were studying about poems for a project and I got bored during Ms. Fuerte's lecture so I started making free verse poems in my notebook (or is it narrative? I'm not too sure about the difference here). In total I have four, but I only wanna show one of them. If some of you want, I can show one more...
I thought of making a thread like this because...who knows? One of us could be a natural poet here.
I'm not really one for rhyming words so I made free verse poems that don't need to rhyme or have a beat or anything. Anyways, here's that poem (if you don't like it, it's fine. I didn't like it the first time either)
My Rainy Days
When I look out the window, it always rains Not a spot of sunshine, just darkness I listen to the pitter-patter of it Looking at the drops of rain that landed on the window I observe the puddles being formed outside, and even more rain pours there The next day, it rains again But for some reason, I see sunshine in the other window My rainy days never stop There's never been a time I experienced true warmth Only the cold winds that blow in I've been ignored for so long that I've grown cold as well My actions are colder than the raging winds My words speak louder than the thunders My fury rages more than the lightning And my tears drop heavier than the rain
Let me know what you guys think of it...
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Post by tessadragon on Jun 9, 2011 16:12:52 GMT -5
It transitions from the physical to the emotional quite well, I like it. It's quite insightful as to a few of the details of the rain and its surroundings too.
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Post by Solora Goldsun on Jun 9, 2011 18:36:35 GMT -5
!!!!!!!! ^o^
Sorry. I'm just super excited that we have a fellow poet on this site! That's a very beautiful piece, Awesome! Like Tessa said, it has a very natural transition from the physical realm to the emotional realm. I'd like to see more! Here's one of mine that I wrote for the school newspaper.
Drawn Away
The music calls me, light and sweet, Drifting on the evening wind. Voices whisper, “Come, child. Come.” I cannot turn away, cannot hide. My bare feet run across the grass. My loose hair billows behind me. Brambles cut my fragile skin, But I do not care. I am being Drawn away. I can hear the soft Cries of lonely spirits beckoning Me further and further from These mortal bonds. They offer such Wonders in exchange for my Simple presence. Days of endless Dancing. Flutes and fiddles whose Songs are as free and spirited as A storm. Plump, red berries Which send scarlet waves of Pleasure across my tongue. Warm arms whose embrace is Like the rays of a setting sun, Bearing the heat of the day And the cool of the night. I can hear the singing now! It is dancing through the sky Like a shooting star, bright And beautiful, showing me The way. I have discarded The restraining cloth that Was stifling me. Choking me. I am being clad in spiders' silk, Pearly white and soft. My blind Eyes are filled with true sight. I see them now! They dance in Their circles of heather, oak, And thyme. I am going to join Them now, my limbs turning Light and effortless. Like water Through a sieve, my human Thoughts are draining away. I am one of them now, singing To the streams and dancing in The wind. I have been drawn Away. I shall never return.
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Agent Awesome
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Post by Agent Awesome on Jun 10, 2011 5:13:16 GMT -5
That's so beautiful Solora! Being part of nature is a wonderful thing. And you described it so well! 2 thumbs up, my friend!!
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Post by Solora Goldsun on Jun 10, 2011 8:47:59 GMT -5
Thank you, Awesome! ^_^ I'm glad you saw what I was going for. My parents thought it was a poem about suicide... -_- In actuality, I was inspired by legends of faeries calling children away from the mortal world and into their world. Sometimes, I wish they'd call me. How perfect would it be to live that kind of life for the rest of eternity? Anywho, I'll post more if ya'll wanna see them. I have a bunch. ^_^
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Post by Purple-Cat-Princess on Jun 10, 2011 10:55:18 GMT -5
I'll have to track down some of my old poems, its been a while since I've done any.
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Post by cptcrazy on Jun 10, 2011 16:38:35 GMT -5
Okay here is mine. Not a poem I wrote down but only thing I can think of now.
Plumbers Play.
I go and look but no ones on. I look through threads and polls too but no one is ever on.
Okay sorry for that but it is true and slightly annoying. Okay really poem time
Blame
I look around and see the light its sunny out but i feel no warmth it starts to pour a thunders rain the blame is passed my way i dont see how i dont see why but the blame is always mine I look around and see the happy people a little kid close to me starts to cry I get the blame for it though I did not touch him I get yelled at and picked on but i deserve it ...right? They say its my fault so it must be ...right? I'll take the blame I'll pay for the crime They say I should so I will They say I am negitive when I point it out So I sit and wait and take the blame because I know their time is coming soon.
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Post by tessadragon on Jun 10, 2011 17:00:28 GMT -5
Oh wow, Solora and Cptcrazy....those were lovely!!
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Post by Solora Goldsun on Jun 10, 2011 17:06:11 GMT -5
Wow, cpt...that's just heartwrenching... Is it based off of personal experience, if you don't mind my asking? That's a really nice piece!
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Post by Purple-Cat-Princess on Jun 10, 2011 17:49:11 GMT -5
Sometimes, in the dead of night I find myself lost, breathless There are no stars, and no light I find a place where darkness thrives It is black cold and familiar It reeks of misery to me So why, do I find it so Beautiful and grand to me. I see streams of thought and grace and Nothingness. There is no harsh light. There is nothing to compare to. Here, there is no reason to Compare who is less and who more No need, to want the sunshine For there never has been any here No need for freedom, there never Was any to begin with out here No need for things like happiness There never will be any in here This place will be my home for now Even when I find my way out At dawn, I will bring it along. And this place will always be Somewhere, trapped inside of me
This is one that took me about fifteen minutes, probably twenty, but I was distracted while writing it.
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Post by cptcrazy on Jun 11, 2011 13:01:48 GMT -5
@ Solora... Yea, I am always the one who gets the blame if somthing goes wrong or doesn't work. Like I could be sitting on the couch across the room from my lil sis and brother but then one of them gets hurt cause they were messing around and my mom would yell and ask what I did! And it's like nothing I am on the lap top!
@cat...WOW...WOW
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Post by Solora Goldsun on Jun 11, 2011 13:47:34 GMT -5
Cat...I think I have met my match...wow...that was...probably one of the best free verses I've ever read. And I read a lot of poetry, mind you! That just blew me away! If that's what you can accomplish in fifteen minutes...then...wow...
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Post by Little on Jun 11, 2011 14:09:06 GMT -5
.....I gonna post.
The water cascading down the mountain is yearning for the sea The love that I see in those cerulean eyes is only meant for me As the fish need the water and the plants crave the light My arms ache and tremble till I can hold you tight. Just as the mighty pine tree reaches its limbs towards the sky Just in that way, I’ll reach for you till the day that I die.
and another...
Within the fiery depths of hell, Within the lake of lava Your soul will scream and burn For all the things you did on Earth For all your sins forgotten Your soul will scream and burn For the lives you’ve taken The blood on your hands Your soul will scream and burn For lovers forsaken and innocence stolen Your soul will scream and burn For the children you’ve hand In the monstrous way Your soul will scream and burn
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Post by Solora Goldsun on Jun 11, 2011 14:34:38 GMT -5
Those are pretty good, Little. I liked the second one best. The repeating line certainly adds to what you're trying to say.
Here's the last one I submitted to the paper this year:
Call to the fire within your soul Tread on wind and zephyr gusts Hold the clouds in the palm of your hand Lap the rainwater as it falls Hear the songs of legends past Feel the pull of Draco's wing The secrets of long forgotten freedom Dance to the storm's merciless rhythm Capture the light of the North Star Cry out your deepest passions to the full moon Dig your claws into the desert sands Dive into the navy abyss Dart in the shadows beneath human eyes Run through fields of thorn and bracken Feel your life's blood burn through your veins Let your heart pulse with relentless electricity Sending shockwaves across your skin Command the elements that lie in wait For a worthy voice to guide their actions Fall in love with the forest and mountains Shun the shackles that clank on hard stone Roar out your defiance against their metallic call Choose a life of flight through the nebula Open your sapphire and emerald eyes To a world of dancing auras and whispers Close your eyes once more and give yourself up Become one with the mystery Make yourself a part of the vast unknown Turn into that which dreams are made of
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Post by cptcrazy on Jun 11, 2011 19:05:36 GMT -5
Okay time for another... sorry if my tend to be darker it is just how I am.
The knife thin line between light and dark it is the line I take I look on my left to a blinding light a harder line to follow on my right I see the whole and yielding darkness the line soiled easy to follow till the disappearing end I look at where I stand the knife thin line I choose to walk wavering small steps to either side half on the light the harder twisting line half on the dark the easy straight line one day the line I walk will split I'll take the line that I see fit but for now I look on my left and on my right and walk down the middle this line with turns and curves this line that is easy to follow I walk this knife thin line till one day I go to the left or the right
okay that took about ten-ish minutes, my younger siblings are humming and yelling at a video game (Halo reach) * rolls eyes * Okay another one than I am done for now.
I feel the anger reaching out it holds my hand it holds me tight It lashes out at those I love the joy sits back and watches knowing that it can't help It sits and waits till anger leaves Joy comes to me when I read It sits by me and reads with me It gives me a hug and bids good bye so tired can come and rock me close He holds me and waits till my eyes close before he leaves Joy and Fear come in they start a silent battle they fight to see who will stay with me and as this silent battle rages nothingness lays beside me protecting me from their war Fear wins out as he does so much and takes Nothingnesses place I awake in a cold sweat Joy their to comfort me She take me and lays me to bed for in the morning she knows that anger will come back a shield to help protect my inner thoughts As she knows he comes back quick and she steps back she lets the shields go up the silent battle that she fights for the light the dark is hidden once more She fights the dark that clouds the mind Fear returns her mighty foe they start to fight to win the dark the light the never ending war hidden by a master shield the shield of anger always ready to go up
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