Poetic Passion
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Well, MayaJade:
A poet by the name of Keats once said,"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet..." -
Prodigal: *bitter laffter* yes, if only we can be spared from that! Hee hee, sorry, feeling bad and raring to take it out on someone, something. Maybe I should go to IRC, mua ha ha ha ha
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I just did this, I know it's not good, in fact lousy, but what do you guys think?
Sorry if it's lousy....
Sadness....
Tear drops like the rain,
Pitter patter,
upon my heart, so cold....
Pitter patter,
Frozen to ice.
Loneliness like a tree in a meadow,
Swish, swish,
Leaves fall, no one to pick up....
Swish, swish,
Wither and die.
Am I all alone? Sad and bitter,
No one to comfort me,
Hug and to hold,
No one to comfort me,
Pain like a dagger through my heart.
Darkness, despair,
A big void,
No hope in sight, pull me out
A big void,
Neverending tunnel of gloom. -
okay, so here's another one. not a love poem. don't even know how to categorise it.......no title even....sighz...anyone any ideas for the title???
TIRED
fatigue takes over
like a sudden flow of water
floating aimlessly
like an empty bottle
the ocean is so wide
but there's no where to hide
the sky bears no limits
i wish to fly up high
stars so bright in the sky
wishing upon them i could try
my dreams and desires
are like burning fires
could i fly
if i really try?
what do you think?
I don't think so too
but i'd like to be given the chance
to fly but not to cry
if i fall, i would cry
but if i fly i would fall.
this i know, so i won't try
but i really wanna fly......
so please,please, pretty please?
let me try to fly?
i promise i won't cry.........
yay!! found a title, thanks to ish!!! =)
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think you can call this a love poem....
~Yours Forever~
Looking deep into her eyes,
I tried exploring the depths of her mind.
Her eyes were blank,
She blocked me out.
Full emptiness,
The only i could find.
Driving down the dim lit street,
Warnings went off like bells in my head.
I looked her up
She shut me out
Total ignorance,
I dreamt it coming.
Strolling on the beach alone,
I saw a couple, sitting on our stone.
Tears streaming down,
I thought of her.
Overwhelmed by sadness,
I stumbled home.
Sitting in my empty room,
I prayed for her to come heal my wound.
Grief and pain,
Washed over me.
As i close my eyes for the one last time,
Memories flash through my head,
Like a screen showing a mime.
O sweet baby, come back to me........
please agree, to still be mine....... -
Tired
I think your poems can be converted to songs which might sound even better let me see if I have the excess time to do it jusy for u...and if I remembered correctly, u did ask me about psychology courses , pardon me for my very late reply cos I actually cleared all the mails including urs..Mind mailing me again...
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Writing is a weapon that is more powerful than a man's fist. -
Another contribution from me....
Dream by the passing lane
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Nothing but a cold and chilling nite
upon the soft bed there I lie,
Tired and exhausted almost to die,
closed and forgotten are my eyes.
My senses gone and slumber dominates,
Was I asleep or was I awake?
Only when the world changed colour,
Remaining only fascinating images
which eternally invaded me
in body, heart and soul.
Was it a calm wind by the passing lane,
Beyond all, a mansion seen above the hills,
prompting me to cross the mill,
In curosity, I followed,
with an inner voice telling me
that someone was waiting there for me.
In the mansion, there I search,
through endless dimensions and doors,
finally, I heard a familiar voice,
SheÂ’s there, my heart beat rapidly,
That cannot be, my mind debated clearly,
I must enter, my soul coerced every part of me.
SheÂ’s there and she walked forward to me,
only a simple remark that surprised me :
“Why have you come so late to pick me?”
Puzzled and shocked,
I still held her hand
and then we left.
Was it her voice which comfort me,
or was it that feeling of love in me.
But I thought she was to be forgotten,
to be faded off my mind forever
in order to ease my pain
Why is there a hundred and eighty degrees change?
Why was the dream so seductive
as to surpass and dominate
every whim of my thoughts.
What an enchanting world it was,
I wish I was there forever.
The passing lane went on in sight,
and was there that interminable spark of light.
Till that blinding light faded,
What was before me,
was a world of harsh reality,
that scorned my beautiful dream
with sheerless sarcasm and hopeless air.
Everything was still there
and nothing was changed.
Written on
4 Feb 96 -
really? are you sure they'll sound really nice as songs? wow......if you could really write the tune for me, i'd be sooo grateful. =) really. never knew my poems could would sound better as a song. =) anyway, about the psychology courses right, i actually forgot what i wanted to ask. i attended a seminar on counselling recently actually. it wasn't really about psychology, but i figured i could probably study psychology, then work as a counsellor.....think what i wanted to know back then, was what do you basically study in psychology......like what are you supposed to do, assignments or stuffs like these. =)Originally posted by Rinoa Heartilly:Tired
I think your poems can be converted to songs which might sound even better let me see if I have the excess time to do it jusy for u...and if I remembered correctly, u did ask me about psychology courses , pardon me for my very late reply cos I actually cleared all the mails including urs..Mind mailing me again...? -
ok, so here's another one......hey, u people getting tired of my poems yet??? =) if yes, do say so....i won't mind.
--MenD|ng HearTS--
A rose will still be as beautiful,
without a name by which we call it.
a heart will still be broken,
no matter how hard u try to mend it.
would u like a flower for its name,
or a book for its cover,
or a person for his money?
look not on the outside
but explore the inside
find out what u need to know
and take what is needed to sow
the seed of love is waiting,
waiting for a gardener.....
it's life is in ur hands
let it blossom,
let it die.
choose wisely,
and love be fine. -
Sorry fellas....did not get much inspiration lately to come up with any good poems...any lady out there want to inspire me? *laffs* But I did come up with a poem to release my anger for Just4Lamers a few days back in another thread. To think of it it was pretty fun...so I posting it here for rememberance.
Ignorance
On the stinky Mountain,
a lone boy stands,
great is is ego,
but little his guts.
Bathed by polluted water,
his body rots.
Puss and scum are holy,
compared to this King of Folly.
Spears of ignorant thoughts in hand,
he declared war on holy land.
Great is his meaningless words,
for they are just entertainment herbs.
Each time he is defeated,
he vows not to come back.
Though he always does,
only to add to his shame.
Proddy:
Hey bro..I notice that your poems are getting sadder by the minute...are you inspired only when you feel sad? Hmm...ever thought of trying to come up with something to express joy? I think you should...the experience would be greatly different.
Tired:
Hey...we are all budding poets here....so I do not think there are good or bad poems here...just those that we want to write. Anyway dun they say that we get better with practice? where else would be a better place but here? As for your untitled poem...how about Plead to Try? Might not sound good but I was thinking somewhere along that line....
Rinoa:
Ever thought of writing a song for me? I defintely would not mind....even a tune or 2 would suffice...just for memories sake...and please do write them the way I can sing it best...*winks* you know how.
atrieu:
That was great! You got anymore? I am waiting...
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Just my $0.02 + $0.03(from Lex) worth
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hmm....regarding that untitled poem....what about "Reaching Out"? doesn't really suit the poem does it? sighz....help!!!
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Well, Callan,
If you look at the period, it is going backwards. I heard that you are thinking of publishing the works of people here. Unfortunately, I may be thinking of sending my poetry for publishing someday under my real name. Because my identity needed to be kept secret, hence I may not be able to let you publish them...
Anyway, here is one of the poems, perhaps the last 2nd before the dawn of the millenium.
Simple is the Reason of my Heart
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All but a quiet afternoon in the Grantchester Orchard,
Ponder upon a relaxing and sagging seat,
Pervaded by chilly winds, yet I see :
So powerful is the sun,
who stares with an intense glow of brilliance,
So deep is the blue sky,
with a long streaming trail of dispersed smoke and dust,
So strong are the apple trees in Autumn,
with the arriving winter stripping half her branches bare,
So tattered and messy is the bed of grass,
with brown leaves and apples strewn down under.
The soul seeks redemption from the heart
with many feelings lost and found.
The individual search for the meaning of existence
with many thoughts provocative and yet profound.
Simple is the reason of my heart,
Complexity proceeds with the evolution of thought,
Subtle is the mystery of life,
Contradiction unravels the riddle with irony,
Vivid rattles the persistence of memory,
Clarity redeems the sense of direction,
Truth begins from the undaunted spirit,
And Beauty, from all eyes, subjective and strange.
Everything becomes meaningless
upon the setting glimpse of light.
And one moves on bravely
with the next destination on sight..
Written on 31 Oct 1999
At the Orchard in Grantchester -
haven't written any poems lately....too busy.....but please keep your poems flowing in. =) dun let this topic die off like the last one....*desperate call*
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Sleepless
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The clock
On the wall
Beats inexorably
Through the Passage of Time
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Water drips
Dissonantly
From the tap
In the bathroom
Tossing
and Turning
Tossing
and Turning
I lay
In my bed
Waiting for the Sandman
To pour some of his magical sand
On my
Wide
Staring
Eyes
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Ok this is pretty lame but I thought I post this here. It was from the sob story competition, a poem I took 5 mins to come up with to tempt Maya. But I suppose since the inspiration came from her....it would be appropriate.
Maya
I still stand tall,
though my heart is no more.
I have never wondered,
what is life without you,
for my mind forbide so.
Lingering in darkness,
I search for my soul,
I found it with you,
imprisoned by your eyes,
a prison I could not break free.
You first stole my heart,
and now you have kept my soul.
How can I move on,
when my mind is without both? -
Liquid:
Hey no problem with the title of the poem. I suppose even our style is different so there is no conflict. But whatever the case, thanks for the contribution. -
pengz
callan, i don't remember seeing that poem before, that's so sweet of you, thank you so much! hopefully, both your soul and your heart are back at their proper place
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The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are
always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.
--Bertrand Russell -
Callan:
That's good then. Since there are some people who are very touchy about this sort of thing. Luckily you're not one of those.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by.
And that has made all the difference
-- Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken -
Hey tired,
A suggestion for the title...perhaps u can entitled it as 'tired'? I thought it sounded appropriate the moment i started reading it. Well, just a suggestion hope it helps.
And about being inspired only when sad? Err it always happens to me...i can't seem to write about happy things no matter how hard i tried to. Haa~ really don't understand why.
Anyway, i had a good time reading your poems. I still do not have an idea what the title should be. Maybe share with you people soon -
'Anyway, i had a good time reading your poems. I still do not have an idea what the title should be. Maybe share with you people soon'
Oops how careless of me!! I meant to say that i have poem which i do not have an idea what the title should be. Maybe share it with you people soon....hahah sorry for the careless mistake! *blush* -
ish: hey! thanx to u, my poem finally has a title!!!!! =)) well, do feel free to post ur poems here or under the other topic. after all, we are all here to learn from one another, who's to say we are not good or watsoever???
well, since u helped me with the title, i have the obligation to help u with urs. =) no gurantee thou' just gonna try my best. =)
by the way, if u read the front, i mentioned a website which has quite a lot of poems too. the poems there are great! in case u didn't see, it's www.bolt.com =) have fun in there. think and hope u'll enjoy it there!!! -
Hey tired,
I am glad my suggestion helped you! As for my poem hehe i don't know, i thought that leaving it as untitled seems rather appropriate. Anyway shall type it out here one of these days and see what you suggest. And thanks for the addy! I shall check it out soon! -
does anyone have poems to share??
somehow this forum ceased motion again!!! -
And in darkness engulfed, I found myself
Neither friend nor love to take comfort in
Dreaming dreams and fantasies of
Roaring waves and tinkling trickles
Enthralling laugh and mesmerizing gaze
All encompassing light there shall then be -
my own masterpiece.......not.....
Love and hate
I once said i loved you
The feeling from within my heart.
The pure bliss in our relationship
One that i can never forget.
I heard you say "I Love You"
It was like a message from the angels
The words of joy is strong
filling my heart with warmth.
Months go by, I have lost you
In the midst of love
You were taken away from me
When I am unaware...
I now hear you say "I love you"
But it is no longer a message from the angels
As you have left me when I needed you most
Leaving me cold and shivering in pain.
Love begets Hate
Hate begets Love
When will this torment ever end.....
dun flame me or praise me.... i am juz sharing my work.......
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Darkness is the only solitude I have at the moment. When I assist people, they dun c me, but they can sense my presence. I am glad to help, I will be very happy if that person is happy. As long as the person I help doesn't fall into the darkness like I do, I am happy.
Darkness may be where I belong after all.