New Poetry Thread

[RJM Corbet]

There's nohing anyone can say to make you feel better when you feel like that but just know the times you do feel like that are the most important times, the times you learn the most to make you a stronger and more wisdom soul ...

[Kylara]

Hi, just thought I'd put one of my more SF minded poems up, see what kind of reaction it gets, so far what I've read on this thread has been amazing so apologies for lack of rhymes, it's something that I just cannot seem to do without it looking forced and Shakepearean...congratulations on rhyming and being amazing, they read as if the rhyme is just a happy accident and I salute your skill...I try to give mine a rhythm, but I may just be seeing that from over-familiarity...anyway, I hope you like it...

Life

Endless moments.
Wanted or not.
Those unlucky few whose moment last
A lifetime,
Their unasked for responsibilities,
Overshadowing freedom.
Those unlucky few whose moments,
Never happen.
Obsessing over moments past,
Moments untaken,
Life of regrets.
Those unlucky few whose moments,
Never arrive.
Moments wander by,
The next always greater
And still ungrasped.
These moments' greatness only realised
Once ghosting.
That lucky one, artificial, rejoices
In its immortal moment.
Doing the one thing its creators couldn’t.
Live.

[reiver33]

I quoted a line from a fictitious poem in a story and it sparked this...

This Life: Redux

Let every voice be still
save false witness to the end of days.
A living lie takes wing
shadow-black against the sun.
No rock of ages for those
with unclear conscience.

My thoughts are not my own
my past betrayed.
Everything I am
I was
I yearn to be
I sacrifice to live those years again.

Could this life redux find hope
under darker suns than these?

[reiver33]

Same circumstances with this one as well...


Brooke's Field

No one shall weep for Herod, the butcher of my first-born son
A man in service of his country, but still a child to me
His shrouded homecoming, with dignity and grace
Served to break my heart and seal my fate

Beneath my coat lies vengeance, my face a fraud
While executioner of youth glad-hands the crowd, all smiles
Both have parts to play, a drama to unfold;
A dead man walking and instrument of hate

Forgive, my son, for what your memory inspires
No flag or cause were worth your life, or mine
But death can open ears to heresy proclaimed
By herald of the Third Estate

[Parson]

I like them Reiver 33. I see some Biblical influence in them which makes me like them more.

[reiver33]

Cheers, Parson.

Brooke's Field is a reference to The Soldier by Rupert Brooke ('That there's some corner of a foreign field'). The first line was originally 'this Herod' but it just didn't sit right. The narratior could be any parent seeking revenge on those leaders who put sons and daughters in harm's way for no good reason.

This Life: Redux is about regret. Enough said.

[kshRox]

Originally Posted by Heretic

You guys are too dang dark and abusive! Do something less creepy. I can't sleep anymore now.

Whispers

A gentle breeze reminds me,
Whispered memories from the past,
Another time, another life, a love that didn't last . . .

Through a mist of fallen tears,
Hidden in shadows of pain
I take a walk back through the years to see what may remain . . .

The light reflects like rainbows,
Through the shards of shattered dreams,
A place of haunted beauty where ghosts now reign supreme . . .

Yet there is no prize for which I seek,
For love which is not returned,
Upon the soul shall only wreak a pain which ever burns . . .


Okay, pretty ametuerish but it isn't creepy is it?
I was going for hauntingly wistful, perhaps pensive

[Grinnel]

Empty space

was on this page

'till I put this poem on.

And now it's here

(the poem I mean)

the empty space is gone!

[SciFrac]

I'm curious if this poem reflects the relationship I am trying to describe. Let me know.

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Bride to Be

Beautiful bride, what prize of mine. For years our lust burned untempered behind closed doors, out of sight and sound.

You stood me proud. Our shared burden made heavy with twisting complications. Now here, together on stage, before friends and family, our hidden eyes revealed together for all to see.

But our secrets remain, tested and confirmed through years of mutual treason. This sad day I feel sorry, but find comfort in your words last night. I take solace in your resolve.

Finally, he comes. My long friend arrives and I move aside, that you may join your groom.

[monsterchic]

Siren


Graceful as a swan,

Her head sways on a long neck,

Her body a work of art.




Her eyes speak volumes,

“Come with me, come away to my sea,

Come away to the depths.”




Her voice is a flute,

Calling my very being underneath the waves,

Beautiful as her shining tail.




Bending like the rushes on her perch,

Her hair flows down her back like Turner’s Falls,

Flooding the grey slate below her with chestnut.




I drift toward her,

Powerless to stop the current pushing me,

And not wanting to cease it.




Closer to her I float,

Noticing for the first time the beautiful horror,

The sharp teeth, green skin.




The siren lunges toward me,

Scales rasping against the cold stone below her,
A gorgeous monstrosity.

[Grinnel]

Originally Posted by SciFrac

I'm curious if this poem reflects the relationship I am trying to describe. Let me know.

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Bride to Be

Beautiful bride, what prize of mine. For years our lust burned untempered behind closed doors, out of sight and sound.

You stood me proud. Our shared burden made heavy with twisting complications. Now here, together on stage, before friends and family, our hidden eyes revealed together for all to see.

But our secrets remain, tested and confirmed through years of mutual treason. This sad day I feel sorry, but find comfort in your words last night. I take solace in your resolve.

Finally, he comes. My long friend arrives and I move aside, that you may join your groom.

Oooo! Bad boy!

Yes, I think it works.

On the eve of her wedding night?? I'd break your - anyway, I can see his fellings. It doesn't mean I like them!

[ratsy]

Well since I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination take it easy on me. My wife and I actually co-wrote this over some wine just getting the creative juices flowing. I had a much "Manlier" ending which i might share after.

Love after Death

There was once a space where his heart had beat

It slept eternal; soft and sweet

Now He was free to love again

Not bound by any hearts of men

She crossed his path by luck or chance

Their fate was sealed at loves first glance

They'd spend their nights entranced in verse

They dreamed of ways to end his curse

Her life she left behind to flee

He drank her blood; he set her free

[barlennan]

PERFECT

Its eyes were its hair
And they were its nose and lungs.
Long straws;
Down each daylight dropped
And was trapped,
And on the great combined surface,
Exchanges of gases.

Its ears waved in the roaring air,
And through swathes of swaying pinpricks
It watched its prey land
And walk about its planet:
Teetering on tiny legs,
Seeing with two tiny eyes;
Barely going anywhere,
Seeing nearly nothing.

Its hundred hands
Were a thousand mouths,
Inside-out and
Twenty meters tall:
Each had thirty, forty tongues
Which were also teeth and fingers.
The fragile forms meandered past,
Perceiving danger never.

Its stomach was a shallow pit
That held a million, million grains
That slowly ground down any solid,
Absorbed all liquid,
And every inch was clean and white
And eager to be fed.

The prey wore simple looks of pride
On the side where they kept their eyes,
Their pitiful hands and mouth
And other parts besides.
They had proved that perfect,
Pristine planets
Rest within their tiny reach:
Just look at all the pretty pastures,
The forests
And the beach!