Ok...i've got maybe three minutes left and no time to read them all...but i read some, and they're GREAT. The bulk of my poetry is much further up in the topic...like page two or something...i remember when i had to dig through the topics to find this...

Something I'm working on:

Burnt by God's Flames

A crumbling zenith;
Time of meditation,
Chance for apperception,
Assimilating the ramifications
of my committed actions

As I comprehend my extreme deterioration
I curse my inadequate schemes,
Those which should have forged my path to paradise,
Yet ended up carving my demise

I lusted to arise beyond creation
Keenness and persistence as my themes,
Cursed be the traitorous creation,
which managed to destroy more than it means

Consequent reactions;
I broke the dam
Now I suffer the floods
Subsequent conclusions;
Drowned by the waters of stagnant eruption

The smallest forsaken,
The slightest demoted,
The fragility of vitality canvassed by the facility
In which the creation became god’s abhorred,
In which the yearned son became father’s unsought

As I agonize in the anguish of my affliction,
As I am tormented by the euphoria of my throes,
I curse the consuming coals I craved
And I conclude my chant in litany;

Damned be the waters of self-exaltation
That carved the construction of my self-destruction

Wow, that's some amazing word choice. Poems are my deal but after that one I don't even think I should even think of myself as a writer. I have some good 2-voice poems, not very deep, but cool rythms, and a really great poem but I don't have it right now so I'll put it on later. Oh my word, that was some amazing words!!!

Sehlinger (sorry for the frown, i'm in a sorry mood)

I agree completely with samehl. That was a beautiful array of words--incredibly creative.

Now here's a rough one I'm still working on, so be sure to give some constructive criticism, please:

(untitled)

Its jewel-bright gaze pierces my thoughts
And sun-touched plumage glint like living prisms
Throwing light on dew-drenched boughs;
A glowing canopy sighs high 'bove my upturned face.

My fingers grip these iron bars
They slide over cool, clear walls, leaving never a trace
My dreams sit outside this window
Collected within that creature of silken light
It flits past, shining; a sentient assemblage of gems.

Soaring, a many-hued flame, vivid against the sapphire sky.
Its song rings of my hopes, my secrets and my longings
The music gives me hope; it gives me perpouse
Melodies of passion, of freedom, strengthen my dying will
I reach out to stroke...I want so much to succeed.

It darts away, evades my outstretched hand; bright, lovely
I touch instead the cold metal of my prison
Thunder crashes mercilessly; rain falls in an angry torrent
I see my hand...coated in auburn-tinted rust
My laughter echoes through the dripping forest, jubilant.

And a single knowing note of beauty answers my greeting, my call, my reminder.

-peri

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Ok this is my newest poem from a book i'm trying to write. It tells abit of a background story for one of my character. I hope you like it.


Dream Maker
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I am the Maker of Dreams.
I am the Weaver
I am the Protecter
I am what is between what calls and what plays.

To my feet they spring to life.I keep these locked away from those who walk with sight.A willing soul I am,In love and pain.I see the link of the Abyss.In my hands,feet,and minds eye I hold the true token.Don't fear I am here.I Shall be that saver who joins that dance.I can only come by your will and mind.Think hard and fast and I will come calling

Yet ever a white knight is to fall.Fall pray to a plan of trust.Now the knight becomes the hunter.Unwilling soul fighting the book to come free.A deal they say? Yes! I cry!Not a thought nor a look and I fall head first.True pain and fear now have come to shore.Unwilling soul hunting the pure.They cry a soul for a soul.Here is my ticket to freedom.I see thier faces and I know I can now move

My will has fallen! Or has it? Windows fly open, I know now what I must!To save the pure being a new untouchable light and dark.They must find a hidden past,to live now.To become again a quest for ones I have not met.

I am humbled.
I am anew.
I am set aside.
I am for this new world.
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Sal, O6
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wow, it's great to see this topic is still here.
i havn't posted in forever.

this poem i wrote for english class cause we had to take a chapter from the booke Kite Runner and write a found poem for them. but i took and wrote an actual poem in addition to the found one for class here's my poem.


Flight From Kabul

From Kabul, running in flight
On this road in the middle of the night,
in a truck on this lonely road,
This is far from my usual mode.

A song in the dark,
A dog of war,
A hero in our midst
Without wanting more.

A tanker in the night,
This isn’t right,
In darkness oppression
Of breath and mind,
a light shines forth,
all will be fine.

Light at last,
But so little joy,
For another has been taken,
In death’s latest ploy.

And next a roar of deafening sound,
A blinding flash of light,
Amidst a spray of red,
Another life is taken, into the halls of the dead.

Not a terribly good poem, i don't htink, but i feel like typing it up anyways...plus, i HAVE To type it up, so i'm making use of the fact.
United we stand

United we stand,
devided we fall,
for we are the people, one and all.
so here our cry,
here our roar,
and know who we are,
whether near or far.
for we are the people,
one and all, and we quite simply, will not fall
for we are the people,
we are the nation,
we are one,
and as one we can stand, to all that lives under the sun,
for wea re the people,
and we are the nation,
and though some may try to knock us down,
ad some may think to push us around,
one and all we will stand our ground,
for we are the people, and this oness we have found...
it gives us strength by the pound...

If you don't like it...well, what can i say? nationalism isn't much of an inspiration for me usually...and that's what we had to write it on.

I actually rather liked it...Ok, I'm gonna go through my amazing notebook of seven million really bad poems and see if I can find a passable one or two to post here. Keep in mind that most of these were written late at night, when I was emotionally distraught or when I could not go to sleep and was being all insomniac-ish. So they're not always sane...sometimes they just capture a feeling.

I don't have a title for this one...or most of them actually.

Freedom is movement
Prison is everywhere I look
I cannot leave my own sanctuary-trapped in my own creation
The faces of my soul look down on me, condemning me with every glance
I can't get out
I can't get out

Everything is inside
Emotion lost within
My insides struggle to escape
And I wish I were gone...anywhere
Not here
The violence in my soul needs release
Muscles clench and cramp
The room is spinning
I must get out
I must get out

I slip away from light and color
Down
Down beneath the cacaphony
to the cool and damp
Where wind blows softly
I move freely
Space
And sky
My legs keep turning
On and on
My thoughts catch in their movement
Endless circles
I go until I cannot feel
Churning
Pushing further...just a little harder
Numbing mind and body
The air plays on my face

My tense muscles slowly loosen
My thoughts soften
Movement is release

I'm finally free
I found release

At least until tomorrow...


Ok...this one has a title. WOW! It's called-One Empty Page

Empty page
It was forgotten by the others
Surrounded by words
Feelings

Pressed in with poems
And confessions
The blank page waits
patiently
for remembrance
For a quiet day of flipping pages
For a day of memories and thoughts
For a time when its white face
will shock someone
into picking up the pen again
When the ink will flow
As emotion is freed

And soon the waiting page
Is filled with all the things
That surrounded it before

Hastily covered in a scribbled soul
The page is the same
Just the same
As all the others
As the 99 other pages
Bled with her pain
Covered in her ink

The silence set it apart
But for once the conformity is perfection

I hate the empty page

I kinda like that last one. I guess it's just really me. More later!

And to everyone else-I REALLY liked all your poems. No time to comment singly on all of them, but seriously, most of them were really good. Diego's had great wording, it sounded really nice, and a lot of other people had a good drive behind theirs.

And yr-yours was pretty good, especially for something you didn't really care about.

Wow Cress, really good! I really liked them. I can't write poetry myself, but I can stop and appreciate good poetry when I see some.

*whacks ashley* you write WONDERFUL poetry...you just refuse to realize it. *shakes head at modesty* I didn't read all of it, since i have to look over half a dozen forums, in half an hour and i don't have time for reading much poems, but i looked at it briefly and it's WONDERFUL! i can't wait to see what you can do fully awake...and thanks for saying you like my poem...(note, me saying i don't think it's good isn't modesty...it's just me not thinking it's good. i don't hesitate to yell to the sky when i think it IS good. :P) wow this is a long post...see ya!

haiku of wizardry

Wizardry is real
magic is loose in the world
but moonlight follows...

Life is presious, so grab it by the horns. Are you going to move on? Or be the one who moruns. Bad things will happen, so put them in the past, good things come along, you want to make those last. No matter what race, religion or sex, life is yours to hold. It's caly in the sculptors hands, for you to shape and mould. You can make your choices, they happen everyday. You can choose. Wether you're straight bi or gay. No discrimination, can make you half or less, humans don't take orders, in fact it's what we do best. If sometyhing's going on now, that's really really bad, tkae it in the face, don't let it make you sad. You can simmer on something, but before very long, you're going to think that it's time to move on. It's all your choice, don't let others shape your life. Or else. So, have you decided to be the one who mourns, or that life is indeed presious, so that you'll grab it by the horns.

VERY good poem...*grabs life by the horns and throws it at writer* sorry, still sore about the online dating thing...
don't actually mean the throwing thing, but i want to see if you reemmber me max, or should i say...Lord_Dashiell ok...that was overly dramatic. anyways, i knew i recognized that poem...I had seen it from you on the other site...I"m dragon writer there...Unless you two just wrote the same exact poem somehow in which case i'm really embarresed and highly suspsicious...

ok, here's a weird one...or weird for me anyways.

People are crazy,
insanitys here,
stretching its claws,
grinning from ear to ear,
insanitys coming,
for us all,
and there's no hiding,
none at all,
you can run,
or you can embrace,this insanity that those of this world do face,
me, i do say embrace,
for insanity makes the world go round,
unless i'm crazy, this principle is sound,
yes, insanity makes the world go round,
and sanity only brings us down.

wrote it while walking three blocks to store...hope you like it.

I made up a song at my mountain house, and I think I'll post it, even if it's childish and short. It's to the tune of that nursery song "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"

Are your fingers cold?
Were you playing in the snow?
Can you move them at all? Can you move them to and fro?
Are they red, are they numb, can you even use your thumb?
Are your fingers cold?

*bows dramatically*

That, Olivia.

Was brilliance in word form. XD But now I've got Chain Hang Low stuck in my head AGAIN...okay, okay, a poem...

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Baby

Chocolate brown brown eyes, smile up at me,
And pansy-hued cheeks, with skin so petal-soft.
Little wobbling feet walk hesitantly, then


Many tiny fingers wrap fast aroung my one.
My strong arm around his still so fragile,
Holding him aloft for as long as need be.
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I thought it was really cute, but I couldn't think of a suitable tite. I got the inspiration from one of my mom's adorable babysitting clients. :P AND I made that up on the spot, so not bad, right? Oh, and don't forget to criticize the poem I last posted PLEEEEEASE! And this one too, if you'd be so kind.

-peri

NIce poems...*is still weirded out by the fact that i wrote a weird poem, and must get back to sharkwater anyways, so can't post any more* see you! hah! no one liners for me! *cheers and runs off*

mk.. i know i havent been to this topic much recently. but i dont know. so this poem means alot to me even though its only 3 sentences.

tears falling from my eyes,
my makeup's smering,
my heart's tearing.

i got bored in la. so i wrote them. im bored. so ill shall type them. p.s. im not this werid. am i?
p.s.s i am aware that i cant spell for beans.

the littaral sence of dieing is un-true,
you die well before your body does,
your soal burns far before you leave this world,
and it does beacuse of our family and friends desert you well before your dead,
you can be dead at birth and live till your 100l
the deffinition of death is not quite allways literal,
when your friends, family, everyone deserts you,
than you are truly dead,
like me


im trying to think,
trying to beleve,
trying to love,
trying to be me.
but should i have to try to be myself,
or should it come naturaly,
like a baby knowing to breath.
your sufficating me,
not letting me free,
till i snap like a twig.
and when you burry me,
try not to pretend to cry,
if those tears were real,
then why am i here?


jeliosy kills,
tears,
breaks,
friendships and love.

why can't i lie to your?
pretend what i said is true,
is it beacuse i love you?
do i even know what love is?

Ok guys, I got one that relates to the holiday (sort of):

"Maple" or maybe "Birch" I can't decide...

Burnt sky tumbles to meet
a concrete skyway; highway.
it goes, speeding through limb and life,
A joy can compensate
for undeniable
sorrow.
But it will help the sea to grow
the sea of
textbook
cell
green.
It flutters and sighes one last time
into my open window
I press it to my heart, then smile;
Autumn leaves make my day.