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    Vineris- The last line of Late Night Programming made me laugh, completely unexpected Also liked the lines:
    And the paper-caught-in-the-whirlwind entropy
    Seems to murmur its soothing songs to me.
    Beautiful.

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    I've been working and trying to abolish my juvenile rhyme scheme.

    ...

    Tainted Afternoon

    No misfortune has wounded
    me today
    yet my tongue drips ambivalence
    And my mind barks
    at each annoyance
    like hornets on my spine

    Perhaps the coffee,
    Drip black
    my morning light,
    imparted bitterness?
    Usurped tranquility?

    I sit and judge.
    Why
    do their guffaws
    enrage me
    not impregnate joy?

    Perhaps
    a bad trip
    from my favorite
    morning drug.

    Or maybe I should meditate?

    ...

    Brief Imaginings

    She drifts nearer
    Face glowing
    Endowed with self confidence
    Steady gaze
    she follows her muse

    16?
    18?
    21?
    Close enough.

    If I smile, would she love me?

    I'd tickle her
    with beautiful affirmations
    Infinity would envelop
    In our gaze

    But I remain invisible.

    Her eyes never leave her path
    for mine.

    With the possibility
    of a thousand blissful evenings
    she wanders round the bend
    and out of my life
    forever...

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    Here's another of my efforts. Inspired by Oliver Onions' marvelous ghost story; 'The Beckoning Fair One'.


    Footsteps
    and whispering voices.
    Are they here?
    Are they gone?
    Like a breeze that drops,
    a clock that stops...

    And starts again.

    Can you hear the sound of laughter?
    Out of reach and just round the corner...

    Quiet again.

    Drifting shade on the pathway;
    moving,
    turning, I see...

    The beckoning fair one.
    Waiting for me.

    I follow her to the hallway
    passing through doors that close
    making no sound
    as I start chasing her
    climbing the spiral stair...

    And in that room
    I find no one there
    As a curtain waves
    like silken hair.

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    That was very nice, Chris!

    Here's another I wrote:

    What of man
    Longs for comfort
    In others?

    We
    "evolved"
    Have yet to shatter
    The paradigm
    And find comfort
    In ourselves.

    I once glimpsed
    Eternal connection
    And the truth
    That we
    Are one.

    Yet still each day
    I awake
    To the same bitter longing
    And carry the weight
    Of loneliness
    In my heart.

    If we are one
    And reality
    Contained
    By eternal beauty
    Is us.
    Then why
    Do my emotions
    Supersede
    The truth?

    ...

    I want to find the CA of poetry! All of the sites I've found have been closer to DA.

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    Some great stuff in here guys and girls. The "Late Night Programming" one was great. Now, I know this thread is for posting our own attempts at poetry, but I can't resist posting the poem I've learnt off by heart, Invictus, which is well known as the poem that kept Nelson Mandela going in all his years in prison. It's by William Ernest Henry, and was originally unnamed, but is now called Invictus, which is Latin for "unconquerable".

    Invictus

    Out of the Night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever Gods may be,
    for my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance,
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance,
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
    Looms but the horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years,
    Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishment the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.


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    Found this in the bathroom stall...

    If vodka was water, and I was a duck.
    I would swim to the bottom and drink it all up.
    But vodka isn't water and I'm not a duck.
    So pass me the bottle and shut the fuck up.



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    So my poet friend told me this was probably the best poem I have written recently. Let me know what you think.

    Sanctuary

    My place of dreams,
    so holy to me.
    Nestled in the wood
    the bark strokes my memory.
    So holy,
    this place.


    The sun reflects
    prisms of radiance
    on the luscious growth,
    forest grown.


    Roots grapple the mountain side,
    and while the stream
    slips through the rocks,
    my mind beckons to this place.
    So holy,
    this place.


    Deer hooves gliding,
    barely scratch the soil
    the call of a distant bird
    breaks the flowing noise,
    nature's peaceful drone.


    Spiders claw,
    ticks bite
    and mosquito
    threaten my peace
    but all are welcome in this place.
    So holy,
    this place.


    The shadows cast
    faces of light
    and each tell a story
    through a dialog of shifting shapes.


    Upon each return
    in days of haze and joy,
    I search the wood for scattered insignia
    and, legs like lotus flowers,
    beautiful energies
    seep through my spine.
    So holy,
    this place.

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    That's very nice Jacob, I can totally picture it 3rd and 5th verses however you've used 'place' twice and I don't know if it works or not, I tried replacing them with 'space' and 'his/her grace' I don't know though, just suggestions really.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jacob Kobryn View Post
    Let me know what you think.
    I like this very much.
    My reaction to it in a critical sense would be that you have said everything in the first three stanzas and the remaining four are only repeating the theme, thereby weakening it.

    My favourite of yours so far is the "What of Man" one.

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    ok here's my haiku

    you should know
    i fckn hate poems
    so long, guys


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    In work today I was bored because the jobs we're slightly poorly managed and as I was a casual I came in redundantly, so I wrote this in my lunch hour in about 15 minutes. The words kind of came to my head, and I haven't edited it much.

    A sky of bloodied features few,
    Of hard horizons, red in hue,
    no sun or moon or stars to see,
    a work of infant hands it be.

    Fear encompasses not this realm,
    the weak of will it overwhelms.
    what only grace should give it heed,
    an artist’s hand shall sew it’s seed.

    Within, a mortal struggle rage
    with ferocity extending from the page.
    It’s two contestants with abundant might
    wage and endless and bloody fight.

    Though not of shield nor sword or bow,
    Nor humble hammer, sickle or hoe.
    The venom drips from spines of death,
    for swift retribution at their behest.

    A war of sting, their armor thick,
    that grows as naturally as twig and stick.
    Seventeen eyes our arachnid keeps,
    to see his enemy from sky to deep.

    His nemesis flies, nimble and quick,
    Precious seconds to flare and tick.
    Possesses he, a malevolent guise,
    with seeming ping pong balls for eyes.

    On him a leaf, (a stripy thief),
    His internal organs are thinly sheathed.
    Our eight legged friend while time still bends,
    A less than threatening message he sends.

    And lo, for Manky (with an eighty-three),
    a less epic battle than thought by he.
    Stationary are they, whom do oppose
    Might as well be picking his nose.

    For artful this is yet it’s quality lacks,
    Inasmuch as ducklings quack.
    for insects staring into vacant space,
    Make not a battle with an exciting pace.



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    My cat of 17 years has passed on I like to write little haikus when I'm sad for some reason.

    Cleo
    Named after the queen
    you both were so pretty
    and liked to keep clean

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    Arrgh keep the poetry comings guys!!
    this one was a couple of months ago, i wrote it then drew something
    to go along with it. It was harder drawing it first then coming up with
    a story to go with it so i did the other way around and wrote it out first.
    Would like some feedback on this if possible
    because i don't write like this often.



    My sun, my warmest love, I ponder of your absence for days?

    Hath you gone to wither the lakes of starving animals?

    Or torment the dying who抯 waiting for the end?

    I tell you I hath no worries but joy in your blasphemy

    Oh, see how I dawdle in the wakes of angry clouds

    Wooed the sparkling travelers in the skies

    Mock their failure to kiss my wealthy grounds!

    Oh dear look! She swear, he lost his ways, that devil

    He floats with the falling rain and revel in pain!

    Child, dare u look, I抎 hath two?

    No three bites out of earth抯 Os and falling H2Os!

    I hath you know I waltz on her souls

    Mumbling the melody of happiness mister,

    And randomly punch your grandfothas jewels!

    Waiting for this bus with you and

    Your croaking bleeds my patience

    Dries my smile away

    Mind soon to be happily unscrewed!

    Spill my wrath upon you! Good day to you!

    This legs o抦ines will be put to good use.

    I shall hop on home and rest my foot on your grandfothas balls!

    Down 123 steps of stairs

    Slowly piling specs of memories of you dear

    Oh, angry clouds, dare you keep quarreling till my eyes fall?

    Wind with me till I drop my last seeds of happiness

    Clear this throat with angry cries

    Silently waning my eyes to my own demise

    My dearest morning sun, I am joining you my warmest love

    Sewing each feathers I held in your light

    Forever to be floating with you in your darkest night.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Warren1 View Post
    Well, it's time for a poetry thread, i'll start this off.

    Roses are grey, violets are grey,
    i'm colourblind, and bad at poetry.

    Got to love that poetray!

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    I need a two peice
    I aint talkin bout chicken.

    Shorty looking good..
    i mean she so finga licken...

    Word.

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    Here's another for you guys.

    Dream of No Sleeping

    I have spent many
    sleepless nights
    throwing scattered words
    to pages.
    So rarely endowed
    with ideas,
    but the pen
    keeps on dancing.

    When no amount of melatonin
    could sink my mind
    beneath the wall of sleep,
    I entertain my fantasies.
    Like gilded birds of tarnished cages,
    I let them spread their wings.

    A painting, sketch, printing
    design.
    With cybernetic nanotechnology
    or twigs, burnt
    and beautifully primitive.

    A song, a riff, some chords,
    composed.
    Feel deep the bass,
    dry, rumbling,
    Piano moist with reverberation.

    I do not feel the sudden urge
    to slum beneath the sheets
    for the creative trance
    ignites a nostalgia
    that harkens back
    to my dreams.

    And I live to live
    in dreaming.

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    Silent wings
    Clouds of grey

    Little bird
    Makes its way

    Looking for
    A solar ray

    "I've got ham, but I'm not a hamster"

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    Soaring through marmalade shades and a dream of blue
    a thousand apricot blossoms scattering to the waves
    Before me, two small feet in the foaming virgin hue
    water washing the feet where the sand caves

    My name in the air, a sweet taste
    Tame curls on the cheeks, a familiar face
    The pink sun contours the brown waist
    An angel calling, a child's haze

    I saw it in a dream
    but when I awoke, I broke into sweat
    the blossoms still rustled
    his voice echoing in my head

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    Guess I'll post this one too. I had some fun with the structure. It's "the six things I could never do without." There are six stanzas of six lines, one for each of the six things. Those things are capitalized and descend one line each stanza.

    The Six Things I Could Never Do Without

    Music:
    A pool to swallow
    any feelings
    of discontent.
    An infinite landscape to explore
    shattered ideals.

    Through visuals, sound, and word
    I harbor The Freedom to Create:
    A flame undying
    even when oppressed
    by those who are cruel
    and arrogant.

    I focus on the human condition
    and on human suffering.
    I crave Emotional Connection.
    I am a listener
    and a mediator.
    I hope to heal the pain of others.

    The seeds of inspiration
    come not from outside
    but from within,
    through Dreams.
    In sleep or awakening
    my visions yearn to escape.

    My salvation lies
    within.
    I sit
    halfway between heaven and earth,
    and through Meditation
    I find healing.

    Whatever our afflictions,
    our desires
    greedy and insatiable,
    The essential need,
    that which pacifies the pain of being,
    is Love.

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    This is a good amusing way i came up with to holler up your friends on chats an IMs:

    Hey there
    You are where?
    Oh dear!
    This was almost a poem..

    The lulz and the wtf?s make it worth it

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    I wrote this one today:

    Family Time

    The chaos of the family
    gathering has never
    been in my favor. The
    celebration of Autumn's first
    birthday has sparked a
    flame more wild than that
    of even the worst of
    these happenings.

    Heather
    strikes the match, fuels my
    sister's stress and sleep deprivation, makes
    Phil, the poor husband, drape
    a tent over their house to
    match the party's silly carnival
    theme.

    Autumn won't even
    know that it's all
    for her.

    But it's easy to escape.
    A short walk past
    the thousand reaching arms of swamp grass,
    on the floating wood planks
    that adorn the yard with their rustic charm.

    I sit on the edge of the dock.
    The wind strikes my hair,
    and graces the river,
    like a murky, precious stone,
    with tranquil movement.

    For a moment I'm alone,
    safe from the tantrum
    of my massive,
    crazy
    family.

    Back at home,
    and at peace,
    in my head.

    But I've spoken
    too soon. My
    mother is calling
    me. The peace
    disturbed once
    again.

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    "A reaction"

    I saw your picture yesterday
    I don't know why
    You have a great affect on me
    It's just four years shy.

    I want to get this out
    you still in that lie.
    I thought I let it go
    My heart says otherwise.

    The emptiness on top
    falls into my stomach
    I can't believe this happens
    I thought I had out run it.

    It's been four years I know
    Three if you count the store
    My feelings I believe in
    There still must be more.

    PS
    Not my best work

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    Can I just say something that I've learned about rhyming and classically structured poetry in general? This isn't a critique on you specifically, Sir E Pent. If you're going to utilize a particular structure or rhyme scheme in your poetry, it works best if you don't notice it. There are some ways of making it not noticeable, one of which is to keep the poem moving past the word. Here's an example I just wrote:

    The autumn sky was bright with fire
    of a thousand leaves blazing. As we
    ran from the scene, emotions dire
    fueled our escape. We had no place to flee,
    our feet followed our panic and the
    sirens kept us running.

    See, there's a rhyme scheme (ABABBC specifically) but it's not so obvious. It almost feels like free verse because of the way it's written. Even sonnets and other classical poetry structures can feel modern if written as such.

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    Okay Kobryn

    When I look at your face
    and I see the place
    you have just come from,

    I think of my love
    that came from above
    and wont let it go to waste.

    now what to do
    get a way from who
    I can't believe the rhyme

    this is my dollar
    this is my dime
    this is me here marking time.

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    "Waiting"

    Sitting alone under a midnight sky,
    listening to the waves crashing by.
    Waiting for the sound of your steps,
    hoping to soon get my hair wet.

    Now the rains come crashing down,
    Yet I still wait for your sound.
    No matter how hard or cold I get,
    I'm still waiting for the sound of your steps.

    The time is passing, undoubtly so,
    Soon I will go and wait in the snow.
    The sun will shine and I will see my breathe,
    Waiting and waiting until I hear your steps.

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    "Worry"

    You know what it looks like to me,
    It looks like your barking up the wrong tree.
    Where ever you are and where ever you go,
    I know I won't be there wading the snow.

    Dodging your company from left to right.
    I really gave up on that big fight.
    You know what they did and what they will do,
    Blacken my eye and put a flame on you.

    Why did you leave with no where to go,
    What was mine was not yours to sow.
    Don't you worry, I didn't forget,
    How you taught me the truth of regret.

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    "Into Gear"

    This is what takes to be a fake,
    Run with numbers and no brake.
    Place the walls and barriers to,
    Write a book and follow through.

    The genius plot to understand,
    why did I run with this man.
    Oh to find what makes him tick,
    Oh thats it, he layered it thick.

    Breaking down the pictures he drew,
    finding a place to put the dew.
    The colors we see aren't so thick,
    Are we still doing this for a kick.

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    Tonight a friend and I got drunk and wrote a poem.

    The beast woke up and took from the peons what was rightfully his.
    The beast spoon fed the peons until they gave all they had with bliss.
    If peons had any taste, they'd know they were eating shit.

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    ---NOT MINE---

    It is a hopeless time,
    You are spring,
    And I -
    Am Autumn.
    Love can't close the gap,
    And if it could - if it did -
    One day you will be Autumn,
    And I winter - and after that?

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    Bon Advisare

    An hour
    One minute
    The time it takes to look in an eye.
    Wind blowing
    breath flowing
    Heart shutters inside

    One look
    Its gone
    Don't really know why
    I shook
    A rook
    Darkining these times

    THis tear
    Another beer
    No its alright.
    I was there
    Wanting a stare
    None would come my way

    I even looked
    Under a nook
    No it was the same
    Left alone
    An empty home
    No family to fill

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