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Poems for the soul
Hey Im Yuri, Im a old member of JF and I havent been around a lot, but when I was here I use to post my poems, but now that Im back I thought I should bring back a poetry thread!
You can feel free to comment on poems and post your own as well to be commented on! Simple rule though, if you have multiple poems to post place them all in one single post instead of individual posts, and no more than 10 posts a day from every user. ~Yuri Mocking Bird I once thought you as a sparrow *beauty in disguise* then a black beaked crow *disguise unknown to the eyes* now your just a mocking bird *we see you for who you are* entertainment on the go *even though the show is far from over we can see whats come to end* Stories Ive never told I’d like to think that when we were young We’d play games and find true love I’d like to think that when we got old We’d have plenty of stories to be told I’d like to think when I’m going to die The sky will rain for the earth will cry I’d like to see when I awake again That I’m in your arms lying in bed I’d like to hope when life passes me by That Id forever have you under the night sky <3… Grasping life Don’t let me fall Hands on these shards of glass I’d grab a piece and break inevitably This heart is weak but temptation strong Create a death that sounds like song Tear me open and see what you’d find A broken heart and shards of glass I told you to catch me but you laughed I cried blood and bled tears But silence is all you’d ever hear You knew I was sick Twisted was the fate I’d hate to remind you But now I’ts to late I loved you and you knew But I stepped on deaths doormat And was welcomed with open arms. Never forget You can’t forget the words You can’t forget the feelings You can’t forget the love You can’t forget the thoughts I can’t let go of the words I can’t let go of the feelings I can’t let go of the love I can’t let go of the thoughts All I want and all I needed All I felt and all I was thinking The words are stained into my mind The love is stained into my heart This rose you gave is stained into my hand And your face is stained into my memory Who am I? I’m walking death I’m a talking soul I’m the silent child I’m a loud troll I’m the fly in your room I’m the helpless all around I’m the one you’ve kicked to the ground I’m the one who makes no sound Starry nights Nights of night The stars are bright One world gone Left behind See the sky? I see stars See the moon? No just stars They are scars When the night was sad Takes it out on itself The scars were left The night was glad for now they were friends When the moon was gone The stars remained The night was glad And perfectly sane |
Thanks for posting this, I love writing poetry! If I may, I can contribute to this thread:
Two poems from my poetry class-- Remembering an Old Friend A brain freeze can kill someone. The mind rips with white noise and frigid snow, and you know what picture should pop out of the cereal box. It itches like an annoying wasp, evading the desperate grasp of your chilled fingers-- rubrubrub in aggitation, but it just stings harder, branding a hole. Throw in the flag, and like a runner caught at home base the outcome's not worth the trial and tribulation. You lift your head. Snow, leaves, cement, black Puma boots, leggings, wool skirt, a thick brown hide jacket, gloves--one clenched at the side, and one shaping your name-- Then her face, and she smiles. And, The warmest breath of July melts the snow into Strawberry-Kiwi Koolaid you two sipped while dangling your tiny feet over a whitewashed Sunday porch, grazing the nubs of cattails, the scent of raw spearmint burning the nose, long ago in Elementary school, before she told you she was moving to Alaska. ... Not Like Dad One of my X's is yours, right? Too bad the doctors didn't have a microscope to check that time. My thoughts, then, must be yours, since we both lived together for nine years, even though you worked most of the time and left afterward. The way I speak, surely, But I could never get that laugh down, with the chopped-up 'eheheh' like an evil Buddha. Well, how about my hair? It's darker than mother's, especially wet... But in the sun it devastatingly shines. My eyes! I have brown eyes! Yours are black and boxed in, though, and you always ask why I freed myself with contacts. But our skin, perhaps._________________Yes. Even though on one side it's lighter, it's brown on the other--on my arms, shoulders, and face. I think, sometimes, I am like you, even though you say whenever you see me, "How'd you get so white? Not like dad, eheheh." ... Thanks for sharing your poetry, looking forward to further promoting literary expression with you~! |
I really liked your two poems. :] I love writing poetry, I think Ill put some more up later that I actually have on my facebook :P
A part that stuck out to me the most was "One of my X's is yours, right? Too bad the doctors didn't have a microscope to check that time." I like it...it kinda gives me a good chill reading it :D |
Yeah, my professor told us to just enjoy writing, if it's not natural, it's forced, and that's no good. So a lot of my poetry is funny, light-hearted, but with an edge to it. ^_^ I'm glad you liked it!
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Incredible poetry sense, guys!
Glad to see you're up and posting again, Yuri. =) "just enjoy writing, if it's not natural, it's forced, and that's no good" Hear, hear. :) |
Psh like Ill ever go without a good poetry thread on here Coolnard :]
Heres one I wrote a few months ago: (Written along to the song ~ Cherish - Ai Otsuka ) Loveless Game Sometimes I wonder if life is a game move your pawn here and hope your still sane the dice they roll like the sweat on your face pray to the heavens that you'll win the race My baby dear the angels sing like the trumpet of life will softly ring play your cards right and maybe you'll see that life is exactly the way it should be Sometimes it seems the game should change often you wonder if things are in your range though in the end you'll realize your wrong and every day seems even more long Living away and so far apart has me alone with a hurting heart the warmth you gave me lasted as my mind wandered the farthest sea I'd wish to honestly cherish this friendship though I know it wont ever be that way for me this love I harbor creates craters in my being and the game I'll play with slowly die away Two steps back and await my turn this love I feel will slowly burn again the card of sorrow shows my life shatters and completely forebodes My pawn lost its course and now forever it shall remorse losing this game and enduring its shame The dice roll a lovely 4 my heart lands upon the floor skip a beat another perhaps life ever full of daunt traps You skip ahead and miss the gate that closes shut and seals my fate the tears wont ever let go things speed up even if forever slow Never forget those who care the love you had once to share I'll miss the feeling of being with you a feeling I felt by very few Never forget... I love you <3 |
Dreamers Dream Hold on it’s the end of the world There’s hope left yet The weak and the silent will rise against And the world as we know it will be on top of the universe Our life as we perceive it will be anew And the needles will fall to the floor For there is strength in us yet And we will show it for sure Sleeping Sleeping For we have nothing left worth fighting for We will sleep eternally upon the floor Dream keep the dream And it will make us worthy Stand up tall and show what your worth Running away wont solve our problems just give us more Keep telling yourself that you’ll stay alive Sweet dream at the contours of our mind It’s at the end of the world that we need to get to So we can defend our worlds and the ones we love Hold onto the world we are fighting for Never before we could let go Lets not make this the start of the ending show Its not enough to want more Fight together, defend me Dream dream its all a dream Wake up and find the needles upon the floor Kick them away now there’s no real way out |
love it girl!!!!!
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Two more! Let's keep at it! Thanks for the lyrical poems yuri! :P <3
And Still, be Still* One morning I was climbing true, the ground ashining bright with dew, and came upon a haughty sign, foretelling-- "Warning: Drop Ahead." As I was sure ahead was wise, that turning back would blind my eyes, to the prospects of the end, I heeded not the warning sign. But, The mountain steeped past all prediction, and beat the snares of my conviction, 'til at the summit I stopped - fearing air beneath my feet. And still, be still, staring down cavity fatal deep, cold wind biting so I should weep, holding fear and thrill at the end. And still, be still, lest phantom hand should push me over, or the kiss of greeny lover, swaying my feet to take a step. And still, be still, signs foretold ill, repulse the thrill-- should we die or descend the hill? *written in regards to my Economics class, after we talked about the collapse of the housing market, and the frantic "saving" of banks to avoid economic meltdown In and Out I wish you were making that sound while going into me, while feeling me-- between the sheets-- In and Out In and Out It was harmony. Not make-believe, it was ecstasy! So sweet the memory, I forgot completely the moment of your kiss is lost to me. Why can't you read between the lines-- Can't you see the best of me? The angry fiery love of my retreat, as you cheat with hands behind me. The feeling, the sweet sweet feeling, of her hair is fantasy-- a dream inside a dream that no remedy can unbind thee! You say "love me" I say NO with a rage-love that eats me inside and out with the motion of our bodies' heat, rolling soft feet with rough feet. And, You cry that sound I wish I could receive In and Out In and Out of her and then I understand. Love so sweet, it burns me. Thanks all, and let's get some more traffic up in here, yah! ^_^ |
wow guys:) your writings are realy beautifull! please,keep posting :)
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