Do You Write Poetry?

[Leisha]

Originally Posted by Gregor>Sandor

Poetry is for fags. And of course I'm not referring to lovers of the same sex. I 'm referring to anyone who ever gets emotional and writes poetry. Seriously, if everyone who ever wrote poetry died the world would be a much better place.

What should people do instead? Fight? Start wars? Keep our emotions pent-up? For some, people poetry is a release. It's stops us going crazy when life tests us past enduring point.

[HardScienceFan]

SArah,please don't talk to effing morons

[Culhwch]

Yes, please do not feed the trolls. Besides, Gregor>Sandor can no longer be with us, sadly...

[Leisha]

LOL. I'll talk to a blank page if there's no one else around (see my previous posts in the QR )



Sorry -- I can't find a way to shut me up.



I just think -- and call me naive -- that people can be reasoned with.

[Culhwch]

But then there are those people who lack the faculties for even simple reasoning. Best to smile politely and walk away, in those cases.

Anyway, back on track, poetry, anybody?

[Moogle]

Well I had some... but no one commented.

[scalem X]

I kind of liked how the subject was brought forth and thought the middle verse was great.

maybe all these ; could be left out?

[timelord4]

Your mother.

Is it Moogle? hahah

No...could be anyone. But I have a tendency to read pieces and take in the information, then let my *feeling* for the piece tell me.

Thought you could expand some lines and shorten others so that the rhythym kept to the same cadence. My POV

Cheers

[daisybee]

Originally Posted by Tillane

Do I write poetry? Hmm. Well, I write things like this. Whether you'd call it poetry...

In Transit

Focus, focus…
Okay, welcome back.
Welcome back to the place where lies work and the truth hurts.
This cage for such over-tarnished flesh,
Barbarous thought and treacherous feeling.
Welcome to your life’s current: past, present, future.
Walk, don’t run.
Everyone reaches their end in the end.
Watch and see –
Passion, fear, anger, sorrow, joy, hope, love…
Warning! Prolonged use may cause vague feeling of dissatisfaction.
Death.
Please note: batteries not included.
See all this world has to offer.
Lion and tigers and bears,
Oh my.
Remember to make your mark.
(Crayon provided. Use more sheets if necessary).
Please don’t leave your questions till the end.
Ensure you have all your baggage when you disembark.
The management accept no responsibility for dreams lost in transit.
Thank you for travelling with us.
Missing you already…

I love this. Will now look for more..and yes, I would call it poetry.

[bullferret]

I wrote this years ago

HUMAN ERROR

“I am the indispensable man” he cried,
As he stepped off the conveyer belt line.
He stood in his burnished armour
His rotating optics align.

His silver steel aerials waving
His radar ever awake
He stood at the door of the factory
Crying, “I am the Maker you make”.

He stepped forth in the brilliant sunshine
Cascading with bluey-bronze hues
Turned his broad metal back on his makers
And strode forth in his heavyweight shoes.

Mayhem ensued as he rolled through the first dwelling,
Great tank tread-tracks muffling screams,
Man gave him the brains and the power
And reason beyond his wildest dreams.

[Dexter]

No Longer

There is…
No longer a tree
No longer a field
No longer a woods where deer can hide out in
Only rental space for lease


There is…
No longer civility
No longer tranquility
No longer accountability
Only me, me, me


There is…
No longer time
No longer life
No longer room for life
Only room enough to exist


There is…
No longer anyone worried
About what is
Or was
But no longer

Now I'm not really a poet, unlike many who've posted in this thread, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons. This is my first free-form poem. Normally I'm cheerier than this.

[mirinda]

Poet scmoet it was good Dex.

[HardScienceFan]

2nd that

[Dexter]

Thanks for the encouragement mirinda and HardScienceFan. This scmoetry stuff is pretty cool. Challenging, but cool.

[Nesacat]

I like it Dexter. It needs a little bit of tweaking to make it flow more smoothly but otherwise it's a good poem.