New Poetry Thread

[Heretic]

Someone, sticky this already!

The blanket of snow
that protects me, the seed
that sheltered me from the dangerous night
and the merciless mouths of many
this is my home, my bed
I may be a seed now
but soon, I shall blossom and shelter you from melting

A poem with a mix of sleeping, home, and paying your taxes so you can have those things. Good night.

[Leisha]

Someone, sticky this already!

Hear, hear! The old poetry thread needs replacing.

[j. d. worthington]

As the little genie says: "I shall try, O Mistress, I shall try...."

Done, and done....

[mirinda]

YAY! Thank you J.D! We've been stickied!

Come on people more poetry! Let's see it!


Oh I like it Heretic!

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

So JD finally pinned the tail on the donkey, hm?

I'd place a poem, but my river's run dry, and with no snow on the mountain, there's little chance of it flowing again........

[Zubi-Ondo]

My first (so probably the worst) poem you've ever heard.

From the fun I've had what have I taken
Could it be somewhere I was mistaken
About the meaning and reason in life
Are the times of struggle and strife
really the best of teachers and should
it be that way or is it just Murphy
messing with me again and again...
He's too damned good.
Then, I listened when they said
to watch from the bleachers you're as good as half dead
so I joined the play
only to find my words don't come out of my mind the way
I thought they would.

[ysabara]

here's my 2 bob's worth

TREASONS CROWN

DID YOU FIRST SEE ME IN YOUR DREAMS?


ENTANGLED AND ENMESHED IN SCHEMES.


A GAUZY GLIMPSE OF WHAT MIGHT BE.


IF YOU DARED TO SET AMBITION FREE.

DID I NEXT DANCE BEFORE YOUR EYES?


PERHAPS I WORE ANOTHER GUISE.


I KNOW YOU HEARD THE WORDS I SAID


BECAUSE YOU FOLLOWED WHERE I LED.

I AM THE PRIZE WORTH ANY COST


LOVE BETRAYED AND FRIENDSHIPS LOST.


A KINGDOM TORN APART BY STRIFE.


I AM THE HAND THAT WIELDS THE KNIFE.

I AM THE WANT AND I AM THE NEED.


THE BLACK DESIRE ON WHICH YOU FEED.


UNTIL ANOTHER COMES TO CLAIM YOUR THRONE


I BELONG TO YOU ALONE.

FOR NOW YOU’VE WON ME, YOU SHOULD KNOW


THAT I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO.


AND YOU CAN NEVER SET ME DOWN.


YOU’LL WEAR FOREVER, TREASON’S CROWN.

[daisybee]

The Whaler

Fingers fumble
cold and wet,
against the
knotty rope.

Rain and wind
lash all and yet;
the sea has
not took hope.

The men cry
out in warning;
a warning
come too late.

Hands and legs
cling mast and awning,
as the waves
dictate their fate.

So here their
crimes are measured,
the evidence
is weighed:

her fury
now untethered,
the sea's decision
made.

The vessel
doomed no question;
the men all
whisper prayers,

the God they seek
for redemption,
murmers softly,
I'm answering theirs.

The whales are
but one of my children,
man made a pact
that you break;

I am unable
to help you again:
you took all I had
left to take.

[chrispenycate]

I don't do poetry, I don't... but you've used a conventional rhythm pattern, and rhyme, so we can look at those few lines which missed, rhythmically.

IF YOU DARED TO SET AMBITION FREE.

one syllable too many, and it's at the beginning of the line. BestI could manage off the top of my head " if your ambition were set free" (nd its not very good, I admit)

UNTIL ANOTHER COMES TO CLAIM YOUR THRONE

two syllables too many Possibly the "comes to"? ("Until another claims your throne")

I BELONG TO YOU ALONE.

short one sylable – suggest "I will belong to you alone"
Um sorry; I'l go away now, shall I?

[ysabara]

No need to go away Chris. Thank's for your comments. it's always good to have another perspective.

[JDP]

A marvellous bird is the Weaver;
It builds its own home, like the beaver.
Yet forthright deduction
Must halt both constructions:
They've not received planning for either.

[daisybee]

Originally Posted by JDP

A marvellous bird is the Weaver;
It builds its own home, like the beaver.
Yet forthright deduction
Must halt both constructions:
They've not received planning for either.

This made me smile-loved it.

[Hilarious Joke]

Me too. I love a good limerick.

[Jon_Sauve123]

A little something I wrote for use in one of my books. I didn't put in all of it, but I thought it would be better with more to it. It might be more a song than a poem, but whatever...

"I was born among the tall green grass, between the trees and hills,

I was bounced upon my father’s knee, with the creaking of the mills,

I slept and played and grew, in my home of old Thomtradill!

I listened long and deep, as the years did pass by me,

I sat and pondered sadly, sitting behind the expansive sea,

I watched white clouds lap the horizon, and wondered why only the birds are free.

I grew up in sweet Thomtradill, where the trees seemed alive,

I spoke long and deep, where things alive seemed to thrive.

I ran on through the eternal mist, at the top of mountains never gone,

I stood atop the many days, and watched things pass that now are gone.

I heard beautiful things sing songs, things that never did exist,

I listened long and deep, and remembered every word.

I fluttered past old patches, where the moon touched the sky,

I shuddered through dark nights, when the barley brushed the rye,

I muttered to old ghosts, when the angels sang ‘goodbye’,

I sang to the mountains, my voice echoed high,

I pondered across the many days, and listened to the world sigh.

I swam toward ages long since lost, when freedom traveled more,

I wondered why some things don’t die, when I was at death’s door,

I ran through canyons dark, where evil fingers scratched at dust,

I wandered toward an endless sea, where the whales forever swim,

I stopped and stared at other worlds bright, at last an end to my lonely quest.

But alas such journeys never end, not even when the living are dead,

I continued to walk, to the very edge of nothing and everything,

I passed along quiet deserted streets, in the land of the shivering,

I came upon things always lost, during the time of the delivering,

I rescued from eternal traps the dead and the quivering.

I sang songs with the gods, and played games with fate,

I shattered barriers put up long ago, to stop the troubles of late,

I screamed my pain, and made the mighty irate.

I let myself be held, and let whispers in my ear of “things are fine, my love,

“I never let my story end, for you are like a mourning dove,

“My words I always will defend, for you to live quite peacefully,

“In castles tall that touch the clouds, a rose I bring for thee!”

I traveled wide and far, to the place where the wind seeks,

I made a home among the stars, and found what the wind seeks,

I met a man once in the dark, and he told me that the dust speaks.

I sat alone on a dusty road, waiting to hear,

I never did and I never will, but what did that man hear?

I never met that man again, though I searched for many years,

I asked myself many times, what ages are gone and what ages draw near?"

[daisybee]

Phew that was epic dude!

Something silly from me:

Wait!




Waaaiiittttt!!!

Hold on a minute!

Don't eat me stupid creature!

I have yet to be discovered by people, and written about in a big book, and studied for my unique qualities, and placed on the endangered list!

How will they know about me if I'm gone?

Not even a skeleton to indicate my having ever lived since we are too far from the surface for it ever to be found, except by some idiot blue whale.

Who will feed my babies if you eat me? They will die and wither to nothing upon the sea floor, the last of our kind, are you listening???

We have survived for millions of years down here-happy living our invisible, blind lives, until you came along!

I don't care about the climate change-we've survived worse than that!

When we first started out the seas were nothing but bubbling cesspits of poison!!

Yes they were, how would you know? You're a man made fish look at you, bred for food, not survival, yet here you are eating us, bold as you like, bloody cheek!

Well if you can live with the extinction of a species on your...


GULP.