Do You Write Poetry?

[Dexter]

Heck, Tillane, ragnarblackmane, you two sure do know how to write some perty poems! I am soooo unworthy. Alone is very good and the Lady in White is good so far. There's such beauty in the language of Alone. I love it. Where Now, My Heart? leaves me humble. It seems so well crafted. I despair of ever writing half this well.

[ragnarblackmane]

Dex, you can do quite well, all you need to do is write about is something powerful, say an emotion you've felt before that nearly engulfed your perceptions. Think about how you feel right now? Are you happy, sad, depressed, joyous or do you feel that your life is unsatisfying or merely mediocre? Thats what you've got to opine about. Try it out, you might come up with some great concepts.

Also, I will not last is a finely written poem.

[Dexter]

Thanks for the tips, ragnarblackmane, and for the kind words. They mean alot to me, as I am all too aware that I'm no poet. Emotions, eh? Well I guess that should've been obvious, but I really hadn't thought of it. Speak from the heart, not from the brain? That might be the best advice I've heard yet. And thanks again for taking the time.

Edit: corrected textual errors (hehe).

[mirinda]

Truth/ Lies

The pain is strong and unrelenting it’s eating me alive; my secrets hide deep within burning me inside. I’m choking on the words I dare not even mouth, I’m hiding from the truth for the lies I can’t live without. You can see the proof on me it’s there plain as day, so why don’t you believe me? Why do you look away? What have I done to deserve this from a man who’s supposed to care? Why do I continue to take it by staying here? I’m screaming on the inside and smiling on the out. I’m lost in the lies and the anger, trapped in the pain and the doubt

[Leisha]

Mirinda, I love this. It speaks of wanting someone to look at you and see the real you, not the one you pretend to be each day, the one who always smiles falsely, the one who feels deadened inside.

The truth is, though, that most people will not see past your outer shell. People are usually too wrapped up in their own lives to see the pain around them. Yes, this is also true of family.


I think poems are meant to speak to the heart and tug something inside; this one does. Well done.

[HardScienceFan]

it gets to me ,this poem
so as a poem, it merits attention
it speaks of injustice,and anguish
Lots of it,I think

[mirinda]

Thanks you guys I appreciate it.

[Dexter]

Wow. A powerful poem. It rings true to my ears. Have you felt something like this yourself?

[areader]

Ode to My Cat : )

D evouring all that's on my plate
E xfoliate and contemplate
V enerate the wrinkled one
O n all things reflect and flex
N ot ears, but 'auditory architects'

R ejoice in my curls and prodigy of wax
E rr not, I bear no sauteeing in the sun
X amine me, cat ninja and perplex
I am lord of fun, the devon rex.

[Feordel]

This is quite a small and basic poem, but I'm quite fond of it =]
If you read enough of my poems you'll notice I use the Pattern ABCB

Chains
In Darkness we wait patiently,
Yearning to return,
We transcended long ago,
Through Death we now have learned,

This immortal bliss,
Stretches as deep as space,
The pain we suffer now,
Is something we must face,

Mistakes we made within our lives,
Mistakes never amended,
Now we suffer greatly,
Because we never repented,

Looking back we see it now,
How we were bound in chains,
Locked inside our evil way,
And never have we changed...

[mirinda]

Yes Dexter I have I draw alot of my writing from experience. Thanks for the comment.

Wow Feordel that's very good.

[Feordel]

Thanks Mirinda. Just to reassure you, its not based on my own feelings! I am certainly not evil

[mirinda]

Well I didn't think so It's still good.

[Feordel]

Thank you very much =]

[Leisha]

I suppose this doesn't make sense to anyone else, but I don't care. I'm not after a crit, so don't worry. I just like getting my feelings "out there", and poetry helps me do that, in a sense.


I am barely standing
The world is rushing past
I am only fleeting
The world is built to last

You are ever changing
I watch you pass me by
You ask me how I am
I do nothing now but lie

They always look so happy
You fill their lives with joy
They look at you with wonder
You and your little boy

Am I not quite so pleasing?
Do I disappoint you now?
Am I just a hindrance?
Do I spoil your lives -- and how?




Sorry you had to endure that.