Where are the poets?

[wayofthedragon]

Hi, I love poetry, and we have a poetry section with hardly any poetry in it. Where are the poets. I would love to see some new poems, and find out who all here has poetic talents. Look out for something new from me soon.

[Saz]

I love reading poetry, but I can't write it for my life :( I'd like to see some more poetry up here too

[grandmaster mat]

yea me too, u r a very good poet wayofthedragon!

[grandmaster mat]

ive got poems on my computer but they are not by me

[JediMasterChris]

Do haiku's and limericks count as poetry?:confused:

[Saz]

Haiku's definitely, I'm not sure about limericks, but I don't see why not so long as they're clean :D

Whats the syllabic structure of haiku's again? I've forgotten

[Brad Ellin]

in Japanese, traditional haiku is 5-7-5 syllables, but us english speaking peoples have corrupted it a bit. Some try to stick with the 5-7-5, and some (like myself) go for a bit more freeform.

[JediMasterChris]

Yeah I have always used the 5-7-5 structure myself.

[Cudgel]

i owuld put my haikus up but well they deal the darker side of human nature and fighting and I dont wish to scare to many people here

[kobudo_tob]

Poems for thee?
I shall see
What I will do
May surprise some of you

[JediMasterChris]

Bravo kobudo_tob

[JediMasterChris]

The wind screams loudly
I love to eat KFC
I could use a nap

[JediMasterChris]

Damn, I forgot to copywright my last Haiku, please don't steal it or claim it as your own, I spent atleast 12 seconds on that masterpeice.

[kobudo_tob]

OOOPPPPS, my poem wasn't a Haiku.

I just thought it was funny though. tee hee

[JediMasterChris]

I know yours wasn't a Haiku but it was still pretty good.;)

[wayofthedragon]

Originally posted by grandmaster mat
yea me too, u r a very good poet wayofthedragon!

Am I!!!!honestly. I don't write much. I'm not crazy over writing, but it is a gift that I have. I'm not great because I don't write as much as I should to become great, but I can do a little something here and there. I have come up with some pretty amazing ones.

[wayofthedragon]

I would just like to say that you can look forward to more poems from me really soon. I have written several, and I will bring them on the site when I have more time. They are much better than the others I wrote....because I spent a lil more time on them;)

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

I just read all the poems in the Poetry section; enjoyed them. I would love to see some more. I wrote a poem and stuck it in my journal. It's sort of dark-themed (but not scary); I don't know if it's the right sort of thing for the magazine or not.

[wayofthedragon]

Ahhh...com' on share it. I'd love to see some more work. I love poetry

[SoKKlab]

We have a Poetry section....?

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Yep, it's in the Magazine, along with the articles and other stuff. There are only a few poems in there now. wayofthedragon, you can see my poem in my journal. Haven't decided whether I'll put it in the magazine or not. No point doing that if it sucks. Same deal with the two others I've written so far; haven't posted them anywhere yet.

[wayofthedragon]

I just read the poem in your journal. In my oppinion, that is a good poem;)

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Thanks! Maybe I'll put it in the mag along with the other two I have finished so far (assuming they make "the cut" -- do they have to be approved by somebody?)

[2wirin]

To wayofthedragon / kyokushin_ girl and all the nice people out there.
I write short and long poetry in "free verse ' style. Got enough love poems to publish some day soon. here's for you.

Be Still Heart.

Be still heart....whisper no more.

Rise,... ever slowly...do not wake the dawn..

And let the dew fall to the ground.

Ending the lovesong , with angst and hurt...

Time-Eternal could be but a moment with you...alone. dmjr'98

[wayofthedragon]

that touched my heart in a place that haven't been touched:cry:
I love love poems:love:....they make me cry:cry:

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

I'm going to send in some more poems today. How about some other people here joining in? If I can do it, so can you! (I've only been writing poems for 18 days).

[wayofthedragon]

In addition to the 3 I already have posted here, I sent in about 10 peoms recently......about 7 a few weeks ago, and 3 just now. Hopefully they will be posted soon.

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Looking forward to seeing them, wayofthedragon. I have nine more done in addition to the three posted, but I'm not sending them all in at once. I have four more in the works, including a humorous epic poem. That one will take a while, since it will be long (maybe too long to post, I don't know). I've also done hundreds of very sarky haiku, but they've been posted on a non-martial arts related forum site, and won't be posted here (they would have meaning only to fans of a specific television show).

Anyone else here up to the challenge?

[Grifter]

I have a poem I wrote posted in my journal. Dont think its good enough to go in the poem section though. Go read it tell me what you think.
Yea Wayofthedragon looking forward to reading those.

[jroe52]

where have the poets gone?
did we scare them away
with endless war everlong?

[jroe52]

so do we get a poetry forum? if not lets spam the other forums, maybe i can start another shou shu death threat against me.

here is a poem i wrote for the girl i like so but whom lives so far away.

Your mouth speaks of flavors,
a taste of soothing honey...
though our hands may never meet
i hope you stay soft and sweet.

The sound of your voice when you awake,
is something innocent and pure
you sooth and emote care
with the words you so carefully prepare

I hope together we one day see,
the sun set and the moon rise
maybe with cooling soft echoes of an ocean near bye
we can go find somewhere peaceful to lye...

[diligentmantis]

The days at an end the night set in, i sit and reminis about an old friend , still is the sky the moon is bright the silence is broken by cats out of sight.


i wrote this a few years ago

sean

[blaksun]

Hmmm...poetry. I write poetry, but it's more...morbid I guess, and very obscure. You'll most likely have a hard time figureing wtf it's about.

If I post anything, that is. :D

[Kwajman]

Go tap Kinjiro Tsusaka on the shoulder, she's pretty nifty at that...

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

so do we get a poetry forum?
Near the top of the screen, click "Articles". When that page opens up, click "Poetry", and you can read the poems that have been submitted by MAP members. There is also an e-mail address to use if you would like to submit your own poems. Happy writing (and reading)!

[Kwajman]

Kinjiro, sorry, but I always butcher your last name...

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Kinjiro, sorry, but I always butcher your last name...
That's OK; I didn't even notice! :D

[d33pthought]

A gentle breeze blows
That makes the golden grass dance
And find joy again.

The restless spirits,
Each blade a warrior's soul,
Find peace from their toil

On the open plain.
The songbirds sing with the wind,
And know no sadness.

[Nrv4evr]

From fire we were born,
To ashes we become,
Sworn forever to honour,
A warrior never runs.

this one stanza saved my english class mark back in kyoto. needs polishing, but i like it.

[GhostRider]

Where is the poetry section specifically? I haven't found a specific section yet... :confused:

[Nrv4evr]

there is none, we're hoping someone's brave enough to bother yoda. :p

[The Kestrel]

Ok, my poem with a medieval touch.

And death will come on wings of song,
a song of long, and winding guile,
and in the end, your en i wend,
and in the end, i will smile...

Isnt good, oh, i'm a good jester.

[RichieRich]

SCIFIKUS

East meets future..

Here's a favourite..

"air air air air air / bottles for five crewmembers / but we number six"

or

"Fuzzy dementia / Slaying helpless kitty cats / Death is known as Alf."

from"

http://www.webmoose.com/owc/cafe/fun-scifiku.php

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Where is the poetry section specifically? I haven't found a specific section yet... :confused:
At the top of the screen, click "Artticles" (at the left, right next to "Home"). Then click "Poetry", and you'll see the list of poems (click on title to read).

[Infesticon #1]

how do we submit poetry, or who should we submit it to?

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

how do we submit poetry, or who should we submit it to?
E-mail them to yoda@martialartsplanet.com

(that's the e-mail address given in the poetry section)

[Alex_JHH]

I submitted a couple of poems, but they haven't been posted. I'm going on hols for a week, but I'll put them in the journal when I get home.

[Thomas]

Poetry Index:
http://www.martialartsplanet.com/magazine/poetry/index.htm

I'm not usually overly fond of poetry, but I stopped and had a look at Tika1980's new stuff... really good. Definately worth the time reading. Later I will look at some others (and other members).

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

I submitted a couple of poems, but they haven't been posted.
Sometimes it takes a little while before submitted poems find their way onto the poetry page. Just be patient! :)

[MiyamotoMusashi]

This one is not mine, but it is my favorite poem:

"In the real world,
as in dreams,
nothing is quite,
what it seems."

-The Book of Counted Sorrows
Dean Koontz

[GhostRider]

Driftwood

The darkness has come…
And yet I do pursue,
Cast adrift, hoping to self renew

My fire!
My spark of life
That sign of unmistakable might

That lesser men and angels doth pursue
The sort that fools and mongrels merely peruse.
All in hopes of fleeting glory

Amounting to vain clutches at…
The shiny brass ring, an ongoing story
With no clear end in sight

And here I am with what amounts to…
A penlight!
Of hope and one stray wish…

Because right now
I don’t care which
Road my fate does chase

As long as I have more than
Just a fleeting choice
As to where my future lies.

For as of right now…
I’d rather die
Than remain a hapless, broken arrow.

Original poetry by Kevin Larson

[samurai1986]

I'm a poet but I ussually don't post online b/c I'm afraid of someone stealing it. I might make an exception, we'll see.

[Tribalweapon]

I have written a few but have never gotten around to posting them because they usually deal with personal stuff and the ones that don't usually end up sucking :rolleyes:

[Xue Fang]

Poetry!!! >sings< Of course I'm interested in poetry! I'm going to be a world famous author you know :P But I do some poetry on the side. Lately I've turned my attention to MA as my subject. I've written a couple of haikus and I'm in the middle of a very long poem about the significance of belt colours in TKD. I'll show you the haikus, but you can't see my extra long poem until I've finished.

Soul soaring higher
Spirit becomes unveiled
The truth of the heart

Internal strengths
Lying silently dormant
Taking wing to fly

Those are my two haikus. My long poem has an introduction of six lines of rhyming couplets, each line representing a belt. Then each verse after that has ten lines of rhyming couplets and represents one belt colour... oh very well! I can't wait... I'll just show y'all the introduction.

To see in darkness, hope and light
To plant a seed in winter’s white
To spring a flower from dirt and sand
To hold heaven in the palm of your hand
To keep the peace through all the year
To embrace truth and defeat fear

That's just the beginning of it. Keep in mind that I'm using metaphors and I've got to make it rhyme as well, so its not all exact...

[Sgt_Major]

I submitted 13 (i think) poems today... hope some of them make it on here. Ive been told I have some talent in this area, but I cant see it personally......

[Timmy Boy]

I miss the days when the worlds would collide,
The galaxy trembled and the earth would subside
Conflict arrived like a thunderous rain,
Destroying it all, for to be born again.

I would gaze at the stars like an ant in a hole,
And let constellations whisper to my soul,
They would tell me of spacecraft and warriors dead,
In the war of eternity waged in my head.

I could grasp to a nugget of philosopher’s gold,
And from head to my hands would the story unfold;
A flash in the sky was a pulse of new life,
The sparks that would fade were the symptoms of strife.

My grasp on the universe came to an end,
Defeated by logic, I could not defend;
The invasion of rules and the balance of things
Destroyed in my mind my impractical wings.

My star did burn out at the dawn of this age,
No great supernova to mark its decay,
Just a black hole of sanity taking its toll
On the vast constellations that fired up my soul.

By Tim Jones :D

[GhostRider]

Holy Sh****T! That's a good poem ! :eek: :cool: :Alien:

[Timmy Boy]

Holy Sh****T! That's a good poem ! :eek: :cool: :Alien:

Thanks :)

[Dave Rees]

Where's the poetry forum? Being a Welshman poetry is very important in our culture & I have been known to write some in the past, not that I am that good mind!

[Kris x]

I would send some poems in I have loads but my computer takes mini flakies and wont let me send them. :cry: :bang: :D

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

Where's the poetry forum? Being a Welshman poetry is very important in our culture & I have been known to write some in the past, not that I am that good mind!
Here's a link to it:

http://www.martialartsplanet.com/magazine/poetry/index.htm

To get there without the link, click "Articles" near the top of the screen, then click "Poetry". Each poem included has its own link. There's also the e-mail address you can use to submit poems. Why not give it a try? I'm imagine you're just as good as the rest of us who have submitted poems. :)

[Timmy Boy]

I submitted some of my poems ages ago but they're still not up :confused:

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

I submitted some of my poems ages ago but they're still not up :confused:
Sometimes it takes a while. How long ago did you submit them? I can check on it for you.

[Lanakin]

I don't really make poems (Though it's relatively easy) but I can make songs, to which I make up a certain beat and follow along. I would post them, but they're on my other computer, so I'll have to copy those and bring them in tomorrow. They're like punk rock based, so sue me.

Also, what was that thing with the thing?

Thingy. That's it.

:woo:

[Timmy Boy]

Sometimes it takes a while. How long ago did you submit them? I can check on it for you.

It was about a year ago.

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

It was about a year ago.
Yikes, that is a long time -- I suspect they may have gotten lost in the shuffle -- I would re-submit them.

[Sgt_Major]

Mine about 2.5 months ago :D

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

To those of you who have submitted poems some time ago and not seen them on the site:

Submit them again, to the e-mail address mentioned on the "Poetry" page (see my post # 61 in this thread for a link). Use only that e-mail address to submit poems!

[YODA]

The email address in question is yodamail@martialartsplanet.com

[tekkengod]

I don't really make poems (Though it's relatively easy) but I can make songs, to which I make up a certain beat and follow along. I would post them, but they're on my other computer, so I'll have to copy those and bring them in tomorrow. They're like punk rock based, so sue me.

Also, what was that thing with the thing?

Thingy. That's it.

:woo:

poetry is only easy if you have passion for it, otherwise you'll find yourself scrambling.

[TkdWarrior]

oh I just couldn't stop myself posting this

Edited out

-TkdWarrior-

[YODA]

... and I couldn't help removing it :woo:

[Sgt_Major]

Email sent again :-) I'll apologise in advance, some of them were written in my "Darker Days" :-)

[Lanakin]

poetry is only easy if you have passion for it, otherwise you'll find yourself scrambling.

I don't really have a passion, it just kinda rolls off when I get really bored.

:woo:

[jroe52]

my poem thread

http://www.martialartsplanet.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17267

[aaron]

Haiku Poems about different martial arts styles.

1. Five thousand Ninjas
Running swiftly down the hill
To assasinate.



2. Fifty Shaolin Monks
Praying quietly in peace
In the old Temple.

3. An old man fighting
Gracefully he takes down one
Using Great Kung-fu.

4. The giants awake
From slumber to competing
They are called Sumos.

5. Twisting and turning
In great flexibility
In main capoera.

6. Taekwondo is tense
To compete and train harder
With mainly fast kicks

7. One jab, One left hook
with one last knockout punch
that wins in boxing.

[ThaiMantis]

not MA related, here's one of my faves. wrote it a few years ago.

Grey Daze


What's the big idea
With this grey blanket,
This bleak atmosphere?



Will somebody please make it clear
Why I should finish my days
Under this dark oppressive haze?



When just up there,
Not far away,
It's always a beautiful day.



We're not here very long
In the overall scheme,
So I feel it must be wrong,



Not to be in beautiful places,
To linger too long,
Just where you happen to be



Afraid to cut free
And move on,
Not me.



For when you know
It's not for you,
To yourself you must be true,



There's a whole world of places,
Where just waking in the morning,
To the sunlight on your face



Will make you happy.
So take this from me,
As a warning..




Life's too short
To put up with grey skies
Every morning.


:yeleyes:

[Lanakin]

Yeah, I made up some huicu or whatever they are. It took like 30 seconds, so don't badger it.

Hey pretty lady
You wanna kill all humans?
Bender's all you need

Or...

Halt! Kill all humans!
You just made my gaydar beep
Pretty snazzy, eh?

:woo:

[Splush]

Here is something I wrote a while ago...Its not good but whatever:

A Hero…In Need.

A hero if one was ever.
Protector of the innocent.
Defender of the weak.
Enforcer of the peace.


Stronger than any man.
Faster than any beast.
Endowed with unimaginable powers.


But who protects him?
When he needs to cry, whose shoulder does he lean unto?
Who holds him tight promising everything will be all right?
When he falls who raises him to his feet?

Is being a hero worth the pain?
If all you can do is save others, who will save you…before it is to late?

-Splush

[Shantari]

Here is something I wrote a while ago...Its not good but whatever:

A Hero…In Need.

A hero if one was ever.
Protector of the innocent.
Defender of the weak.
Enforcer of the peace.


Stronger than any man.
Faster than any beast.
Endowed with unimaginable powers.


But who protects him?
When he needs to cry, whose shoulder does he lean unto?
Who holds him tight promising everything will be all right?
When he falls who raises him to his feet?

Is being a hero worth the pain?
If all you can do is save others, who will save you…before it is to late?

-Splush
Dude, That was a great poem. You should give yourself more credit, i think it was awsome, i only wish i could put my thoughts into writing. I can't write good, i cant draw/paint, i can play the piano, but not to the extent to be called an artist. Your skill is unique and you should be grateful for it.

[Splush]

Dude, That was a great poem. You should give yourself more credit, i think it was awsome, i only wish i could put my thoughts into writing. I can't write good, i cant draw/paint, i can play the piano, but not to the extent to be called an artist. Your skill is unique and you should be grateful for it.


Thanks. :o Lol theres no bashful icon.

Piano is cool, not that I can play.

[Timmy Boy]

I swim the sea of stratosphere,
From here to far abroad,
I cast aside the chains of earth,
For I am Vulture Lord.

My rivals fight like mortal slaves,
A base, disgusting horde,
And all for nothing in the end,
For I am Vulture Lord.

When prey succumbs beyond the sleep
That slumber will afford,
To rest in peace is not the way,
For I am Vulture Lord.

My talons rend as blades through air,
I rest when I am gorged,
Their shells live on to pleasure me,
For I am Vulture Lord.

I scream my prize to predators,
And strike a mocking chord,
I laugh and spread my nightmare wings,
For I am Vulture Lord.

[Timmy Boy]

Yeah that was really cool Splush :) got any more?

[Splush]

Yeah that was really cool Splush :) got any more?


Sure, I would need to type them first but ya.

[Splush]

This is a poem I wrote some time ago about war:



To kings with power dispute over a minute cause.

Tempers rise and hands are raised. The kings of men gather legions to meet on a open field.

Some men young and old clench the blade that will kill them in their hands.

Heavy armor tries to weigh down the souls of the fighters. But their pride refuses to be shaken.

The horns and trumpets blare and the sound of footsteps quake the earths ground.

The armed hands of warriors kill their brethren as they scream and cry.

Ears, limbs, and heads were all lost as the battle wages. Soldiers retreat to the hills as they see their comrade’s fall.

Men smeared with blood celebrate their triumph; do they not realize they have lost more than they have won?

Children lay with the dirt, the flies keep them company.

Grand fathers beards of grey, skin of white, mouth red. Eyes stare open, eyes that will never close.

[Kris x]

Captive Pride

Fear, terror running through my mind,
But also determination, They'll know nothing of my kind.
Racked with pain ready to cry, but I shall not speak no not I.
They'll keep me here, escape I must, or I'll rot in this cell until my bones are dust,If I'm caught I feel the sword blade, but death I'll risk my mind is made.
Sleep creeps over me,
in my dreams I'm roaming free
I watch the sunrise,
the trees dance in the breeze.
Then something grabs me,
I try to run but I freeze,
Those hands are still on me,
but now I'm awake.
It is my captors,
my life they will take.
It has to come to it now,
the end of my time.
I must escape but where to and how?
I will not give in.
I will fight to the end.
I don't care if I'm wounded,
but death one can't mend.
Dragged along corridors,
my strength is failing should I accept death or permanent jailing?
To the Captain I am summoned,
his eyes meet mine he's given a warning,
He'll ask just one more time,
"Who are you?" he asks
Harder still my heart starts to beat,
If I do not answer my death I shall meet,
He unsheathes his sword and points it to me,
My mind is screaming "Run now, flee"
I drop to my knees my head is bowed,
I think of my friends and it makes me proud.
Of things we have overcome, of battles fought and won.
Of events that happened until we were parted.
Now I'm in the hands of the cold hearted.
Suddenly a sharp pain reeks through me.
I look down to my heart to the the blade of a knife
It has come, the end of my life.
I look into his eyes I'll breath one more time,
Then I look at the handle...
Those hands are mine.

By
Kirsty Vance .x.

[Kris x]

I apologise if my grammar and punctuation is wrong. :rolleyes:
no laughing :D

[Splush]

Here’s another one. I don't like making poems that are really Rhymey but I was doing a sonnet Shakespeare style. A lot of you may not get this, but I do considering it’s about me. If any of you don’t get it just ask.



The Man without a Face


He is nothing but a disgrace.

He bestows a cocky smile.

He laughs out load and ignores the day’s regular pace.

He can’t keep still for a long while.

But this is not the person he wants to be.

Can’t you all see that he slowly dies inside?

He swims in a black sea of misery.

Confused, lost: Like Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde.

He wishes he could be someone else.

Many failed attempts ridicule thee.

If he is not who he appears to be, than who is he?

Not even he may know; he might be stuck in an empty abyss.

Life is nothing but a fast paced doom race.

For he truly is the man with out a face.

[tekkengod]

not bad actually, not bad.

[tekkengod]

i have a lot of poems i wrote. i was really into it about a year ago when all the drama was prevelant. i'm gonna try to post them all but i don't have 4 hours to spend typing at the moment, maybe thursday.

[Splush]

The Lost Warrior

Rata Tat Tap.
His bruised fist smack.

Sweat, blood, tears.
Try not to cry as he thinks of those troubling teenage years.

His skin tough, life was always rough.
Now he fights, fights to escape life.

Fist of fury ready to unload.
Get caught in the impact and you'll explode.

Eyes keen, body trained and lean.
Nice guy but his temper is mean.

Combat ready, always up for a fight.
An aggressive street warrior of the night.

Glory; Pride; He makes a living scrambling insides.
Some have the courage to fight, others run and hide.

His worst adversary is unexpected to everybody.
The mysterious candidate is HE.

[shotokanwarrior]

Hey Kinjiro Tsukasa...I reeeallly dig your stuff. I had to analyse a poem for my Junior Cert last year so I did Warrior Spirit Rising from the Ashes. That one is my favourite one ever, it's really beautiful and I can identify with it.

I write poetry, I'm currently working on one and trying ti find a line that scans. That's all, one line...does anyone want to help me?

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

I write poetry, I'm currently working on one and trying ti find a line that scans. That's all, one line...does anyone want to help me?
I can try -- you can PM it to me if you want (I'll be offline tomorrow, so might not get back to you immediately).

And thank you for the kind words! :)

[Sgt_Major]

Just wrote this one there for you all.

You hit me, I'll bounce back.
Throw me down, I'll get up.
Kick me, I'll return.

You cannot beat me, I have beaten myself
If I do not care, how can you win?
If I refuse to stay down, can you rise?
How many times will you knock me down?
Before you realise the inevitable,
That no matter what you do to me,
I have done worse to myself many times.

When you can see me in that light
You will see the truth that was hidden.
I have lost, am lost, will lose forever
Because my enemy is not you, its me.

[Sgt_Major]

Some of my older ones...... Ive emailed them in to you YODA. Hope you got them, but Ill fire them in here anyhooo.....

A flame within me burns
A fire of blood and tears
Baptism of pain awaits for
Those who enter in

Two alone can pass untouched
You and I alone can walk
Through the fire unburned

The pain you will never feel
I take it unto me, for you
Deserve more than I can
Ever give to you
But I bring you a gift of life
I bring you my life

***********************

All enjoy Christmas time
Eating turkey, drinking wine
On TV there's stupid mime
Of Santa Claus, not a sign
Trees and baubles and shiny stuff
What’s the purpose of belly button fluff?
Girls get toys
Footballs for boys
Mittens for kids
Saucepans got no lids
People eating loads of snacks
Crisps come in family packs

*****************************

Leaving town, a pack on my back
Hitting the road, may never come back
Longing to be a part of something
All I feel is a sense of nothing
No idea as to where I’m going
Or to the number of seeds I’m sowing
Till my path reaches the end
To you, all my love I will send
My trip will end one dark day
Then I can finally say,
Whether I was good or bad,
Will I die happy or sad?

**************************

Life blows at the best of times
Anger, fear, suspicion and hate
Everyone’s the same, no one different
I can’t cope with all this inside
To get it out what can I do?
Why should I take advice from you?
To cut, to bleed, to kill, to die
Which is the best to rest awhile?
Longing for peace within myself
Not for a miracle, but a friend who cares
Not for a reason to live or die
But for someone I can give my life
Don’t want death, too scared to die
Don’t want life, too afraid to live
What can I do to ease the pain?
Whatever I do, who’s gonna gain?

*******************************

Looks kill and words hurt
People know not the power
They hold but cannot use
Lacking the spark that will
Ignite a passion in the world

We stumble and fall, looking
Always looking for that spark
We know not what we seek
But seek we must

Driven by the unseen
Compelled by the unknown
We stumble and fall, searching
For that which we can never find

***********************************

Love and hate, a fine line divides
Joy and fear are on both sides
Both these emotions its opposite hides
One gives joy, the other pain,
There is from each, a different gain
Both pulsating through my brain

******************************

Screaming is all I hear in this place
Anguished tears fall like rain
What on earth can cause such pain?
Where am I? This place is familiar
Yet I seem to know it not
Pictures and images appear and are gone
Half recognised, I see so much,
Yet know so little, confused, alone,
Afraid I realise the screaming
Is my own

***********************************

The ghosts and the darkness
Follow me all my days
Neither can I harness
They won’t teach me their ways

I long to learn of their past
Those who always haunt me
So I can be free at last
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be free

**********************************

When you believe in yourself
There is nothing that cant be gained
If you want it, and truly believe
Nothing can stand in your way
Beware those who think they believe
You I pity, for there is no one
To teach you how to believe
That must come from you alone
So, have a care; don’t reach too high
The sun can only be touched
By those who believe

********************************

Your image keeps me through the night
You’re all that keeps me through the day
I still see you though you’re not in sight
It’s as if you never went away
Why did you leave me here all alone?
Could you not see how much I cared?
Now I must struggle on my own
Until the Lord calls me Home
There I hope that you will be
Thy face again I want to see
Your image keeps me through the night
You’re all that keeps me through the day


22.04.95
R.I.P Adrian

************************************************

Don’t look at me with pity on your face
I don’t need it, I need understanding
Try to put yourself in my shoes one time
Try for once to live the life of a failure
See if you can make it fit on your soul
It raped mine so many times you eventually won

You burn out my eyes with looks of sadness
Your pity is not wanted in this place
Why can’t you just leave me with my pain?
I can fight with it in the darkness alone
Knowing I won’t win, I still have to try
Struggling with it, your pity only fuels it

But that’s just the way it is with you
You wake up in the morning with a smile
You don’t need to fight back the tears
Wonder if live worth living another day
Or will I just make it easy and blast myself
You cant tell me what I’m meant to do

************************************************** *******

An ode to pain

For all the times I've died
For all the times you lied
For every time you made me cry
I have suffered the loss again

Crushed by your constant oppression
Always shackled, never to be free again
Spreading the disease of complacency
Killing me with your self-indulgence

Why do you always hate me so much?
When I die will I be thinking of you?
Or will I find a pleasant memory
To guide me past the barrier you set

They say that time will make you fade
But I've counted the seconds and minutes pass
And as the days pass you draw nearer to my brain
My defences fall and you take complete command

************************************************** ********

Every day brings the bell tower closer,
Every fake smile adds a bullet to the gun,
Every error brings another target in sight.

Condescending, patronising people will fall,
All the pillars of normality will crumble,
The lonely at last shall rise, and control.

Bound, enslaved and tortured is our soul,
Tied to the rhyme of sense and reason,
Smoothered in our own loss of sensation.

Everything I wanted to be is past and gone,
Gripped in your fists my future lies,
My life sliding from my bloodied hand.

Chorus:

I've drowned in the sea of persistent failure
Gasping for breath, as the waves billow over
Passing the edge hands failed to hold me
Into darkness I fell, passed from light
Who noticed the passing of a lonely soul?

[Splush]

EDITED VERSION


The Nature of a Lost Warrior

Rata Rat Tap
His bruised fist smacks.

Sweat, blood, tears.
Try’s not to cry as he thinks of those troubling teenage years.

His skin tough, life was always rough.
Now he fights, fights to escape life.

Fist of fury ready to unload.
Get caught in the impact and you’ll explode.

Eyes keen, body trained and lean.
Nice guy but his temper is mean.

Combat ready, always up for a fight.
An aggressive street warrior of the night.

Glory; Pride; He makes a living scrambling insides.
Some have the courage to fight, others run and hide.

His worst enemy is unexpected to everybody.
The mysterious adversary is HE.

[shotokanwarrior]

This will probably get nothing but prejudice and dismissal because of my age, but I'll post it anyway.

You tore down a face of dark glass as I tried to believe.
My savage resolve is torn open to gelatinous nerves
My strength is gone to incarnadine helplessness
Heart ripped out, dark viscera glistening open
Soul shattered to the marrow, blood stripped of its scarlet rage.

Another one, less dolorous (is that a word???)

Little disc of water
infused with red light
you glittered
against the haemorrhaged black city sky
you died so fast
scythed down
by cold clinical windscreen wipers
no one knew you
but indifferent molecules of glass
and there will never
be another one like you.

[Timmy Boy]

A serpent of the nether world,
A titan of the sea;
Defying gales and Mjollnir’s touch,
Regaled in blasphemy.

The challenger from distant lands,
An iron dragon roared;
Breathing fire and spitting death
At all who leave the shore.

The two engaged at distance first,
With blood, and sweat, and heart;
While mortal lackeys slaved away,
The ocean tore apart.

When cannons failed and flags remained,
The monsters bared their jaws;
The dragon clenched its iron fist,
Adorned with iron claws.

The impact smashed the serpent’s skull -
Repulsed, it sank beneath;
The dragon roared in ecstasy
And rinsed its iron teeth.

Soon, Poseidon calmed his rage,
As water’s hate subdued;
No sign to tell the ignorant
Of battle that ensued.

[mr_vodka]

I have an idea...

I'll post first two lines of a haiku and you write the last one. I will say what I want to say with that haiku.
I think it could be fun :)

A cheery blossom
Under a sycamore tree
<your line>

The lyrical character in the haiku is different than other thus he feels misfit. :)

Waiting for the third line! The best one will get a wooden token from me :p

[Sgt_Major]

Often smells much sweeter than thee


:D :p

[mr_vodka]

Often smells much sweeter than thee

Ok Silat, I'm gunna wait one more day and if no one will post something, you'll get yer wooden token :)

[Sgt_Major]

wOOt wOOt!

hang on a minute....wooden token? What can I use THAT for?

[mr_vodka]

hang on a minute....wooden token? What can I use THAT for?

A wooden token
A sign of gratitude
Bore a hole
And you'll have a medallion :D

[evilkingston]

cannot be more significant than me

:rolleyes:

[shotokanwarrior]

cannot be more significant than me


I really like this and I don't know why. Can I plagiarize it, I'd love to use it in my lyrics. (I like to write metal songs. Death and doom and all that.)

[mr_vodka]

cannot be more significant than me

Nice... so I guess you won the token :)

Aaand.... go ahead Shotokanwarrior (If you ment my frst two lines too :D)

[mr_vodka]

I really like this and I don't know why. Can I plagiarize it, I'd love to use it in my lyrics. (I like to write metal songs. Death and doom and all that.)

Plagiarize this :D

Clock rings midnight
Night changes the day
Graveyardbell plays
The anthem of pain

Actually It was quite longer, but usually I throw out all I write *grin*

[evilkingston]

I really like this and I don't know why. Can I plagiarize it, I'd love to use it in my lyrics. (I like to write metal songs. Death and doom and all that.)

sure!

reading your sig tells me why you probably like it, btw: i'd like to put your sig in my quotebook... did you write it? or can you tell me who wrote it?
:D

[evilkingston]

Nice... so I guess you won the token :)



woehoe.... i won a token! :D :cool:

i would also like to dedicate my award to my family, who always supported me... :p sorry, it's oscar season, isn't it?

i'll do the right thing and give away my award to charity... :D

[Lanakin]

I'm a poet
I didn't know it

Sweet. What did I win???

:woo:

[Sgt_Major]

You win a SLAP! for ruining the essence of poetry!


:D :p :Angel:

[5onward]

Here's a haiku I just came up with in about 40 seconds

Cherry Blossome

The rain comes in spring,
With it the cherries blossom,
This brings my heart joy.

I've written a lot more poetry, but I don't have time to post it right now

[shotokanwarrior]

Thanks, Evil Kingston. And yes I did write my sig.

Oh, and thanks, Mr Vodka.

[evilkingston]

do we have to write haiku's, or is modern style also allowed?

here's my only English poem so far (I'm a native Dutchspeaker you know):
http://www.gedicht.nu/article.php?sid=45029

:D

[mr_vodka]

do we have to write haiku's, or is modern style also allowed?

here's my only English poem so far (I'm a native Dutchspeaker you know):
http://www.gedicht.nu/article.php?sid=45029

:D

All styles are welcome :)

Another two haiku lines. No meaning from me this time. Let's see how will it turn out :)

A blue rosebud
Torn in the abyss of despair

[evilkingston]

was forgotten unaware. :rolleyes:

[Melanie]

Poetry.com is always an eye opener to be honest. Just spent some time putting in names I knew and found some extraordinary poems from people I "know". Obviously I don't know if it is them but would be cool if it was :D Yoda you dab hand you ;)

I really must write some more... Did Killer Moon at last though - had that in me head for over a year when I finally penned it last year :)

[mr_vodka]

was forgotten unaware. :rolleyes:

Sounds good evilkingston! :)

Interesting site Melanie, didn't find anyone familiar though :)

[BRITON]

This is my first attempt at Haiku so any advice from you experts will be appreciated.

Imagination.......

Tranquil Moon like a lantern
My mind, like moth dances with joy
Never to settle upon you

Understanding..........

The Whale sings its` wisdom.
Wise men know the tune by heart.
Echos` of time long past.

Be gentle!!
"Peace and Harmony"
BRITON
www.eteamz.com/pyungahn

[shotokanwarrior]

Yo guys, got a new one for you (Kinjiro helped me with this :love:)

I will walk with death's hundred faces,
I will leave my dead grave for a ring of fire,
I will dissolve in waves of adrenaline,
I will brave asthenia's kiss.
I will be the one undone.
You will forge a failing face,
You will scale the troubled vertex,
You will shout in ubiquitous winds,
You will tell the world of the fire in your soul.
They will call you strong.

[Splush]

Title: Erase

Troubled past.
The future not to bright; the room is dim;
The windows forever barred shut tight;
Never again able to emit light.

Painful paths journeyed in his short but taunted past.
Filled with ridiculing laughs.
Judging eyes; constantly follow, making fun of this young fellow’.

They will regret what they did when judgment comes,
But Gods hands are bounded until around the age of roughly 81.

Lie to me, whisper in my ear that everything is all right.

Erase it all.
Take the pain; free me.

Close to the edge, ready to fall off a mountain stories tall.
When I reach the ground will remnants be found?
Will I even ever be discovered, he thought out loud?
Even if I was who cares? No one, not a person at all.
No grieving for me not even a tear,
No, not one lush eye dabbed with a handkerchief as they pretended to cry.

I Wipe my tear away gently.

From a view above I peer down and I look around.
Nothing there, only cool summer air and a few birds getting in a huff over a meal,
How simple life for them must feel.

I chose not to see the scared slender figure,
It would only make my emotional torment bigger.
In the distance you run to my rescue,
I’m sorry you have to witness this but God bless you.

I remain to retain the lie;
Pretending your not there.
But down inside, I know it a pathetic excuse of a lie.
I can’t bare to look you straight into your panicking eyes.

Can you catch, I hope you can’t.
Life won today, and I lost in every way.

Peace awaits at the bottom.
Or will you open your arms?

Save me, loose me all the same.
Live or die; nothing to loose, nothing to gain.

Here I go. Get ready.
As I fall, for the first time in a long while I smile.
The end is near.
To save me; a waste of time. When did you appear?
I’ve looked for you the longest while.
The end is near.

I see you. Oh, how blind I was! Maybe this is a mistake…
The end is near.
Enough! I except my doomed fate.
---

I count the seconds.
They tease me as they move with a deliberate dawdling pace.

Blind you were, but so was I .
Only if I knew the price for sight was for you to die.

I try to bravely oppose your Grim Reaper as it beckons;
It can see through my poorly acted façade.
His scythe gleaming mocking me to try;
Knowing all well if I do, I to will die.

Can’t you hear my heart attempt to repent in a selfish cry;
So many memories could have been, but now never will be .
Opportunities thrown away casually cast into the sea of misery.

My love never expressed, but I no longer continue that lie.
At least for me, I plead don’t die.

My heart bleeds.
I am weak.
So many warnings I ignored to heed.
Snubbed by me you were ,
For how long inside did you mutely bleed?
My stomach filled with butterflies sick and meek.

The end is near.

Always there for me,
But in your time of need I am weak.

Always there with a shoulder to offer; many times it was used.
A rock for me you’d always be,
but invisible you remained;
for the most part disregarded.
Used when needed, but when in need was left.
It’s a wonder that never once your heart hardened.

Broken; I fall to my knees.

My cheeks are damp, hopeless I tilt my head to the sky,
Midnight blue dangerously entrancing to the eye.
What about the Angels who live in the clouds,
Watching upon us from heaven ever so high.
Is that the place we go to when we die?
If I don’t make it in time will he rest peacefully,
Up above ?

Or will his soul travel down?
My eyes involuntarily glancing to the ground

Underneath I envision a horrible prison,
Bursting with torment and flames.
Filled with sights that would scar the human vision.
A dark lonely world with a hellish mission.

All it’s citizens paying for crimes in a city ablaze.
Little red demons marching around looking for tricks to play.
Moans and screams of pain echoed in a constant state of unearthly disarray.

A hellish world she envisioned,
One the he would soon call his own private prison.
No. I will not let it.
I can't fail his survival depends upon it.


The end is near.

Broken; My will gone.
Ashamed I can not carry on.
I try to move, instead I sob a sad tune.
Can our love get us through?

Nothing more I can do, clenching the earth’s stale dirt for strength. I pray.
With everything I am, and more that I am not. I pray.
My body shivers, my heart quivers, my hands shake, and my head quakes. I pray.
My fingers curl, my mind in a nauseating twirl. I pray.

The end is near.

The world froze.
Sympathy felt for the two lovers souls.
A miracle granted, rare and enchanted.
The atmosphere grew bright, and filled with daylight
emerging suddenly, even startling the sleeping night.

The air filled with snow white doves.
Majestic; soaring through the sky,
With ease only granted to those animals who could fly.
A pure creation of God deeply appreciated by the human eye.

Heaven interfered,
Answering a desperate plea.
Draining is the ocean of misery depleting steadily.

Behold true love; impossible to overthrow or unfold.
Often foolishly ignored or ignorantly denigrated;
These naive teens though reckless as is the nature of their adolescents learned a pious lesson.


The end is near, finally at last.
Peace is restored.
The two “soul-mates” uniting their love for one and another .



Their intentions pure.
For a broken heart there is but one cure.
The joy overwhelming, together at last,
The cure was no longer missing,; found at last.

How those quite moments are adored.
Remembered for ever never to be ignored.

The end is near.
The flames of affection in their eyes sincere.
Silence dominates;
no fear for times like these useless words tend to disappear.

All was known, without being said as….
The end is near.
She brushed his streaming tear.

- Splush

[Vega]

I write poetry when I am in the mood, usually when I am depressed or angry..Here is a poem I wrote a while back during a lowpoint in my life...


Anger grows deep down inside from being just another forgotten face.
Name lost with a blink of an eye
Unlike you though, I am not stripped of all emotion
Pretending to be human
Looking into your eyes, I realize that that the door to your soul is locked from the inside and not even you posses the key.