poetry thread..speak with your heart..

[the_allejo05]

I know most of ourselves are poets inside cause we need to write our feelings out..hehe..i wanna share a line i just wrote the other day...

why ? Why do i have to explain my actions to others?? hmm.. so as to let them know im not crazy..how unfair..

[the_allejo05]

got another..thanks blacky..for the inspiration

"If painting is deceiving the fellow man, then I should be ashamed!"

[the_allejo05]

A painter has found his muse, her beauty of the soul sets him free to paint ,yet he is a prisoner of hers..

[Dizon]

Allejo,

I think quotes should actually be born from spontaneous thought and prose, instead of thinking about how to say it in a pretentious manner.

Just a thought. :)

Patrick

[talmir]

Most of what people write when they sit down to write "whats in theyr heart" is angst ridden dribble. If you have real talent for writing then please do so.. But not in the form of one liners.

[the_allejo05]

thanks for the comments..i dont know is the first time im really writting what im understanding now..and well forgive me for my so exagerated words..(my original language is spanish and we speak romantically)but i like putting it in one word...but trust me..it is based on my own thoughts and things that actually happen to me..so i consider them valid.. and im trying to put it on or two three phrases..but thanks for the comments..

[sve]

the_allejo05, I like the first one very much, and it has a sense as a bonus to rhythm. Very finely put too, in my opinion, :).
The second, Come on! Do you really think so? all art is deceiving our eyes, you know it, illusion of 3D object, illusion of atmosphere, illusion of movements. And any idea is always can be interpreted in different ways. So what is true and square in this interpretations of feelings?
So no shame, everything is fine and dandy.
The third is true, at least for me drawing is very often mix of freedom and suffering. Funny effort to fly away from limits of my own.
Sveta

[the_allejo05]

sve thanks.. on the second one..is an attack on mosty modern "ar"t hehe.. what are they doing nowadays?? ..hehe.deceiving people into believeing that is art..since i think much of what is out there is junk..is it not true? pursue of excellence..a friend told me ...

[the_allejo05]

It is hard to predict the future..but at least I can understand my present and my past..

[Vincent Hammet]

Roses are red, sky is blue
All my bases are belong to you.

[the_allejo05]

hmm to believe or not to believe?... I do.

[scruffy]

I would have to agree with talmir; of course some of the most powerful poetry is very short, but never in just one line. I believe the key to writing good poetry is to have a vast vocabulary and a solid understanding about the basics of poetry. Also one should be able to let their feelings flow freely from the heart, but any artist should be able to do so. Don't get me wrong, I do not profess myself to be any type of poetic genius, but these are some things I feel would increase the impact of your words greatly.

Ps.
Try to find something that has a lot of meaning to you. For me it is my girlfriend who I deeply love. Then just sit down, listen to some of your favorite music and just write.

[juzza]

Heya, yeh I agree that you need to have something on your heart to write more meaningful poetry. otherwise its just angst dribble. someone dear to yourself perhaps. this next one I wrote when my girlfriend got drunk alone one night and called me up really depressed but i couldnt understand what she was saying.

These 'placid' delights fall short, facing inspection
But you daren't succome to the hands of correction
knowing they are harmful you chose the election
of pride and ignorance; a choice of protection

bottled bliss sees a lone sollemn face
fermenting your heart, to bate forlorn-pace
temper shortened, Bale takes its place
loved by everyone; unaware this is the case

Lying awake, listening to you breathe
I know your dreaming of me beneath
those brown eyes, a thousand teeth
the perfect spirit still yet to retrieve.
-
Those lips you wear, on that midnight hour;
a smile they bare: the kiss of a flower
they are mine to share, you needn't cower
into mine eyes stare, between us the power
-
looking through the window
past the rain sliding down
a troubled look overcome,

nothing can help the endow-
erment of such a frown
as to the world you turn numb.

Let us help you to throw
depression to the pound
without brandy.. or rum