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Postby kitten » Sun Jun 26, 2005 1:15 pm

I used to write alot at school, but don't seem to have been able to write much lately, had a few published.

These are a few from when I was at school

Cleansing Seas

The seas warm waters caress her feet
Washing away all the deceit
The soft sand between her toes
Buries away all of her woes

The tide goes in and the tide goes out
Crashing against the shore without a doubt
The memories crawl over her skin
Reminding herself of the countless sins

The names that had littered her body
Washed cleans by the moving tide
But nothings could take the memories
She was left with them she could not hide

(c) Rebecca Hansford 1998

Brave Face

I'm putting on a brave face
So I can support everybody
But these feelings
are eating me up inside

I run and run but I can't hide
Because the one I'm hiding from is inside
Day by day the dread is stronger
I'm putting on a brave face for longer and longer

(c) Rebecca Hansford 1998
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Postby all_apologies » Fri Jul 01, 2005 3:14 pm

just_me wrote:this is mine and you may or may not like it..... but give it a chance...

All safe and warm
Inside its mothers womb
A tiny little boy lies
Waiting to bloom

Innocently sleeping there
A person it will be
Doesn’t know about the world
And maybe will never see

The father doesn’t know
That he may have a son
And nor will he find out
After the deed is done

The deed of which I speak
Based on your perception
I think they call it murder
Or some form of contraception

The tiny little baby,
The innocent victim here
Is paying for his mothers mistake
His time is getting near.

The day of her appointment
She sits in the waiting room
Her baby unaware
Safely inside her womb

“At 18 years old,
I’m too young to have a kid
My mum has given me everything
Because she never did

“What do I have to offer
A tiny little boy?
I can’t afford to buy him
One single toy

“His life would be an empty one
Love, but only from me
A dad who does exist
But one he doesn’t see

“At the moment it’s an ‘it’
And that’s what it will stay
Tomorrow it won’t even be that,
Not after today

“I'm making the right decision
I've got my own life to live
Before I make another
When I’ve got something to give”

And with that she got up
Signed a form of consent
And her reasoning had proved
That no harm was ever meant

She’s made the right decision
And it wasn’t an easy one
But we need to trust her judgement
To kill a baby she didn’t want

And if you find this hard to comprehend
You will never understand
But if your friend ever goes through this
Be there to hold her hand

And though it may not be
Something you would ever do
Your friend may need support
Someone to say ‘I love you.’

all comments, good or bad, appreciated. xx
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Postby just_me » Sat Jul 02, 2005 10:11 pm

i didnt realise that had posted the other night when i first put it on so i've done it again today, oops! its still the same though!
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Postby Martin_UK » Mon Aug 15, 2005 8:41 am

Dead is the youthful spark,
ground down by society,
forced into submittence,

Dead is the hope,
now lost deep withing the tunnel
from which it originally came

Dead is the 'man'walking blindly down the desolate road,
his emotions now lost deep within his head,

Dead are we, without a voice
a willingness to live,
motivation to succeed.

Dead
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Postby Martin_UK » Mon Aug 15, 2005 8:42 am

How about we hold hands,
walk towards the moonlight,
we could go wherever, together,
we could laugh together, smile,
walk along this road, a perfect place,
silent but for the sound of our voices, footsteps

We could talk forever,
could be about anything, i'd still be entertained
lost in a trance, caused by your beauty,
I'd be lost forever...

But this is a dream,
my fixation causes me to run,
I drive myself away,
afraid to be left alone.. again
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Postby Martin_UK » Mon Aug 15, 2005 8:44 am

Part I

The first time we met I remember it well. I said something about an alien. We smiled about that later.
I got to know you, enjoyed speaking to you, I enjoy speaking to you.
Thats when it happened, I felt myself go, lose control, I started to care for you.

Big Mistake.

Part II

So there we are, Im fascinated by you, your words trickle out like a fresh spring, clear, and crisp with a purity that made me know you were saying something interesting. I drank.
I drift away. Lost in some spiralling doubt, still aroused by your beauty, your smile to break a thousand hearts.
I sit contemplating for at least five minutes how on earth Im sitting at this table with such a beautiful girl and how it would feel once again stroke your hair, feel the warmth of your breath on my neck, your delicate kiss on my anxious cheek.
You light a cigarette. I sit perplexed by the need for such an insignificant item. I enjoy it.
You talk to me. jelly i wasnt listening, my mind in a better place, alone with you.

Part III

I lie awake dreaming of you. Your beauty like poison has crept it's way into my blood. I can't live like this.
I begin to feel doubt, some underlying feeling that wont allow me to get you out of my heart. I feel trapped, insecure, alone.
I long for you. Im a child without its favourite toy. I cant lose contact, I imagine you lying next to me. Hand on my hip perhaps. It feels good, not alone, free, im with you now, everything will be fine.
I turn over in desperate hope. I need to see your eyes again. They are open, searching into my mind. I let you in. All you see is a mirror. Then you leave, my imagination left worn out, my body trembling with fear.

Part IV

I think of next time we will meet. I see you smile and my heart explodes... again.
You brush a few strands of hair away from you face, you look beautiful. I feel your touch on my heart, it warms me up. I am alive again. I want to kiss you, close my eyes and allow our lips to meet, as if as in some ceremony.
This sensual feeling helps me to understand. I adore you, you are my life force. This is too strong. I am too weak. I die when we part.
We have a conversation. I'm not sure what it's about but im enthralled, entranced by the smiles punctuating sentences and a hand to brush away those repetitive strands again.
You make me feel wanted.

Part V

I see you again, you look just as beautiful as the first time. A flower in your hair, it was obvious you had made an effort. Not that you need to. You smiled, I long for that smile.
Everything about you seemed so right. The twinkle in your eyes, a star to never fade.
I noticed your hair, there was a golden strand located to the left side of your face, I wanted to brush it away, again to feel your hair, run my hand down the side of your face, navigate down towards your sweet mouth, the mouth I once kissed, felt against my skin.
That seems ages ago...
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Postby brielle » Mon Aug 15, 2005 9:50 pm

such sweet words come from your lips
adoring, affectionate, it makes my life seem worthwhile
while we strive in our everyday boredom
your words, are there to make sense of it all.

So passionate and intimate,
and meaningfull,
thats all that matters
and life goes on.

Loved your poetry Martin, mine is so, so, xxxxx :D
we will sit upon the rocks,
and see the sheperds feed their flocks
by shallow rivers, to whose falls
melodious birds sing madrigals.
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Postby gonzo » Sat Feb 25, 2006 8:05 pm

Here's one I made. It's not very good though..

You

I fell in love with you
You fell in love with me
but I didn't know, what you was going to do to me
You ripped my heart out
and tore it in two
yet I am still madly in love with you
I hurt so much, I want to cry
Sometimes I even want to die

I wish you was here right now
to give me a cuddle or even snuggle
Instead I am here, tear after tear
wishing that you was still here.
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Postby Jess1234 » Tue Feb 28, 2006 8:57 pm

Hope

If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope.

If you can find beauty in the colours of a small flower, then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, then you still have hope.

If the smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope.

If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder, then you still have hope

If the soft fur of a favoured pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips, then you still have hope.

If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope.

If you give people the benefit of a doubt, then you still have hope.

If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life, then you still have hope.

If receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope.

If the suffering of others still fills you with pain and frustration, then you still have hope.

If you refuse to let a friendship die, or accept that it must end, then you still have hope.

If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection, then you still have hope.

If you still buy the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree or cook the turkey, then you still have hope.

If you still watch love stories or want the endings to be happy, then you still have hope.

If you can look to the past and smile, then you still have hope.

If, when faced with the bad, when told everything is futile, you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase... "yeah....BUT.." then you still have hope.

Hope is such a marvellous thing. It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides, but rarely does it break. It sustains us when nothing else can. It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.

Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage.

Hope puts our feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it.

Hope moves us to act when our souls are confused of the direction.

Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished and nurtured, and something that will refresh us in return. And it can be found in each of us, and it can bring light into the darkest of places.

Never lose hope.
~ Vision is knowing who you are, where you are going, and what will guide your journey ~
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Postby sparkly_star » Tue Feb 28, 2006 10:35 pm

I wrote this one last month...

Alone In The Dark

She stood, alone in the dark
Gazing out across the water
Feeling like she was torn apart
Her thoughts began to falter

Was nothing ever what she thought?
Was every dream doomed to die?
Could a heart ever be fully caught
Or did every well of love run dry?

The wind blew her hair around
It whistled past her ears
And swiftly caressed the ground
Swirling around like her fears

Just her and the still night
Standing deep in thought
The darkness impeding her sight
Hoping she had that which she sought

Would the illusion fade away
Or had the reality not begun?
So many things left to say
The battle still yet to be won
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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Postby nothings_shocking » Sun Apr 29, 2007 8:58 pm

thought i'd make this topic alive again with some bad poetry :)

Nitin, how you always have a smile on your face,
You take a pace,
Stand still and look at the view,
In the distance you think it's Lou,
You run and skip,
Oh now is that a trip??!!
I run to catch you,
but you ask you are who?
shame...
you don't remember my name:(
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Postby all_apologies » Sat May 12, 2007 7:11 pm

Wild Sage wrote:hia i wrote a poem a couple of days ago and wonderd what u guys thought i would also like to see some of your poems if you have any

Warlord

haggard faces follow me
faces broken cant you see
joy wonder break them all
till you come answer my call
hunger, pain, paths to fame
god, devil, its all the same
broken, lost they wait for you
asphodel, hades, they wait too
trapped together hands crush hearts.
this is all this one part
locked alone a mortal embrace
slowly beating keeping pace
dead, alone lifes lost flame
broken wasteland, still not tame
whats the worth names forgotten
naught at all loss begotten
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Postby peecee » Sat Jul 28, 2007 4:07 pm

gatekeeper wrote:It's easy to be bold when you're powerful
It's easy to be generous when you're rich
It's easy to be funny when you're happy

Confidence hides the insecurity within
Boasting to stamp out our fears
Laughter used to hide the tears
Incessant rambling fill the awkward pauses
Independence used to hide dependence
Arrogance, just another way of burying your shame
Intelligent comments just a false front, another game

The glaring city lights for the lonely folks
Loud music fill our empty souls
Pointless debates speaks volumes of an empty mind
Celebrating evil, snuffing out the kind
Promiscuity worn like a badge of honour
Jealous, ugly prudes and their look of horror
Stupid hypocrites and their fake morals

People whizzing past you
Everything's happening at the same time

The insane one thinks they're sane
The sane thinks they're insane
The insane thinks the sane's insane

The fool thinks he's smart
The boaster says he's smart
The boaster does and blows his horn
The fool wonders what's going on

But no one knows for sure
For everything's just a hazy blur


What do you think about this poem? What were you thinking when you read it? Share your thoughts please...
Shine your light and let the whole world see.
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Postby gatekeeper » Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:07 am

thanks peecee! Didn't see this poetry thread. :oops:
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too...
So I wait for the day and the courage to say how much I love you
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Postby BlackPeegley » Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:25 am

it's so awful but i just had to get it off my chest

so much time i wasted
on stupidity and selfishness
pulling on this black dress
please don't go away
there's your name
cold in the stone
now i'm crying all alone
please don't go away
or let me follow you
so that i can forgive you
if you can forgive me too
please don't go away
just let me tell you
that i still love you
i'll never let go of you
please don't go away
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