Poetry Thread

Polyeidus

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Feb 6, 2003
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'Shuggah suggested someone start a poetry thread. I decided to.

I'll kick things off with this little rhyme I wrote this morning.



hunting​
dogs barking... lights too bright​
gone to hide from the pitchfork kite​
suns been covered... for days and a night​
think it's hide'n from the pitchfork kite​
all's quiet... not a sound nor sight​
everything's afright of the pitchfork kite​
streets are empty... sashes locked tight​
gone to hide from the pitchfork kite​
 
When i wrote this poem i was thinkng on a girl that i did not tell her how much i loved her...
RIP




The funeral has begun
“Let this soul, to find some love”
Now you rest in peace
And i can only offer you my tears.

Your face look so tired
Becouse you gave me your life
The birds sing to you a beautiful piece
I can oly give you the last kiss

Since the first time i held your hand
I knew you were the one...to made me smile
Dressed in white, you changed my nights
Now, your black vail rejects my eyes.

Dont be afraid and find your way
“Let the sky guide you towards light”
I will think of you as long as i live
Soon, ill be with you.
Thoughts??​
 
This Poem i wrote ir two years ago. As you might know Candelight Fanataia is about a composer life, so after listening to the song, i wanted to create a similar work.





SILENCE AND SECRETS


Tell me the secrets to broke this silence
No melodies or whispers...
I know one day, i will see beyond this life
But this silence can not make me smile.

Music or love, will not sine more
I can not hear their sound alone
Tell me the answers of my quest
Perhaps im walking on the dark way.

Tell me the secret to find love
Silence is my sin and my penance has begun
Will you play my songs?, silence the only score...
And all my wishes unknow.​
 
Just wanted to say
today
I felt alive again,
regained my spiritual strength
to defend
the things I treasure
- and to my pleasure
I found in it
joy beyond mere pleasure.
 
'Shuggah, maybe it's not my place to critique, but have you considered changing "mere pleasure" to "measure"?

Well I've got a bunch of poetry, but I'll just post my Arthurian legend one for now...

Rex Quondam, Rexque Futurus

I am the one you call your future King,
Born with my father’s blood on these clean hands,
Excalibur, it is for me you sing.
A river of our blood shall stain the lands.
And Merlin, now you must teach me to be
This King of which the people now do speak.
My eyes are blind and you must help me see,
Yet not a drop of information leak.
Forever must I carry this dead weight?
A hero’s task is not for me to take
But Fate fooled me and so I took the bait.
“A gift,” says she, the Lady of the Lake.
So Death, is now your eye on me dead set?
The world, to you I’ll pay eternal debt.


I just wrote this on a whim a while ago, so the rhyming isn't very clean.
 
Inspired by the Platonic myth, and obviously written under the influence of prog. :)

Cavebound

Waiting for the formless to shape itself into reason
A colony of unfinished frames lacking in sequence
Brick and mortar nation ravaged by ebb and flow
Let intuition take the lead before the stagnant impulse takes hold
Mystify the dormant muses, harbor streams of consciousness
Replenish the fragments of thought, look beyond the obvious spectrum
Shake off the confines of the cavebound.

Interact with the future just outside of your reach
Focus on the object of greatest significance
Shift your perception, make the necessary alterations
The difficulty lies in concentrating on the issue at hand

The syndrome of diversion captures the lack of imagination
Rescinding the commitment to abstruse pursuits
Fear of the intangible is our everlasting detriment
Oblivious to the potential outside the laws of nature
And so we opt for the safety of being cavebound.

The phenomena of true belief is rare in exhibition
A devised wonderland in theory lost in the translation to practice...
Thus we remain cavebound.

The luxury of silence is exchanged for the profits of empty words
Stealing the peak of a moment in the flexible strands of memory
Compressing life's details in the shroud of casual conversation
Illuminating the soul in its transient afterglow, we lose the meaning
In the cages of repression we are cavebound.
 
'Shuggah said:
Thanks for the comment, though I probably wouldn't change a thing. That one was pretty much written on a whim too, but I was a bit drunk at the time. :D

Heh, good choice. Personally, I never revise something once I write down the last line. If I think it needs revision, I write a new poem under the same concept/story/etc. And I also never take suggestions, I just give them. :p
 
I wrote something a few days ago that I'd like to post here. I don't expect any good reviews of this because it is so "not metal" but this seems like the place to share. :tickled: This comes about after losing someone that was very important to me at a time when my life was complete turmoil.​
What can be


I have a thing to say
This thing to say to you
Thank you for helping me through
Don’t know where I’d be
If it weren’t for you

This love has gone awry
Or so it may seem
But why?
To sacrifice this love
Just to learn from it?

Once a presence was felt
Now an empty room
Closes in on me
What’s missing? I ask
The answer can only be
Your heart!

Love is deeper, I know
Than simply missing
What you once showed
But what of the love
That is over before it began?

Just because it ends
Was it not meant to be?
I am grateful for all that you are
And all that you made me
So, give me a chance to say
I want to know what can be


Thanks for taking the time to read it! I know it doesn't rhyme perfectly either but it says the things I needed it too! :Spin:
~Gwen
 
The Wall
I stand on the brink of war
Miles and miles away but I still feel captivated
No feelings of war, just pixelated thoughts
No Experiences of war
Only what the gatekeeper has told me

As the leaves blow in the wind, they manage to enter the realm of heart pumping andrenaline
Known as war.

Sound waves cross through the barrier as I hear, only the wind
which was once touched by the hearts fearless soldiers
Slowly experiencing the danger through the wind in the trees
The gatekeeper falls to death to end the far out dreams of war.

What do you all think?
 
.It's unfinished, because the full story is yet to be told, and obviously it's a rough draft... But I guess I might as well share it anyway.

The Stretch

Prologue – Polyester Metal (Instrumental)
Polyester metal lying beaten on the floor. Lust for life, blood and power shining with galore. Destinations of malevolence and retribution disturbing love sentencing fates, and moral corruption perpetually disguised with a tainted beauty alienated by it's own contradiction-dwelling disgrace. A wasteland of tears forgotten, shattered, and halted within the depths of an eye. A soul slaughtered by desire clearly defying the innocence that keeps us alive. Crescent descendants of a crimson son, sharing their disease in the name of deeply caring, and loving, infecting the militant few and the sensitive many. The constant wish for a keepsake of hate and power, and attenuated lust to steer the circulation disposing ounces of hope and giving birth to self-sabotaging machines. An impulsive vibration disturbing the every waking thought made up of the dreams and wants unattainable in this perception of sincere deprecation that is swam through with every flinch aroused in valleys of regression. The never ceasing cycle of ambivalent beams of immense strength, incomprehensible to an imagination even containing vast density and reality searing through your emotion and repugnance like the knife you so deeply long for. Penetrate. Lacerate. Manipulate. Abominate. Isolate. And then repeat.

I – Questionable Synchronism
In a world of confusion, deceit and numbing haze
Serenity found a way, through a ripple in the air
Shocking me with wonder, and making my eyes gaze
To a beauty calling me, into it’s needed lair

Anguish swallowing me with it’s own pain and grief
Punishing my spirit and blasting me from my keep
But this composure found a save
Giving my burdens another say
She doesn’t know
That she found a way

In a sphere of doubt, lies and chilling distress
Peace discovered a path, under the glass surrounding
Jolting me with ease, and enabling my body to rest
With a creature enjoying me, without the lying

Contentment devouring me with it’s own bliss and release
Nourishing my soul and opening the lock to leave
Cause this magnificence found me
Returning the lost pieces within thee
She doesn’t know
That she is a part of me

My other half can only save me now
These tears held back, enduring unrest
Cannot be unleashed, but by her power
She recovers me, and I bring out her best

Synchronized
No more lies
All the answers
To our life

Is this a unification of two souls?
Another half to a half-lived life?
Or just the cruel and pure hand clutching our hearts in the name of coincidence?

II – Trice
Hours of concentration straining to look inside
Pulling the focus back to the light
Moments of mediation burning furious fights
Pushing the unknown forward tonight

This tear may never be shed
This instant may never be read
Our memory may soon be dead
But it’s here, there’s nothing more to be said

Let this moment that certainly won’t last
Within a wink of an eye it will become the past
Remain forever

III – Sample Immersion
Immersed by the impossible stretch of this moment
Completely stunned by the overwhelming astonishment
My senses arouse from a long silent sleep
My heart starts to pound to a natural beat
A shock of contentment rushes through my body at an incredible speed
And myself as a whole finally reaches the moment of rested, complete peace

The instant of truth
The here and the now
The moment that can’t be shared
For the time I dream of
Only to cherish
And remember forever

But don’t even imagine with these mere words
Such beauty is inexpressible

Only we can create this immense power – this power with no intentions of control, desire, or alteration
Just the ocean of emotion
That endarkens the soul
And makes us whole

This wave of You completes Me
I know this is the first chance, and You are the only one
To share together with our trivial human existence
The most amazing feeling ever felt (has just begun)

IV – Heart Full Of Tears (Instrumental)
Almost there, I'm waiting for it to come... It hurts so bad, the toxins built up inside of me. For years and years, is it finally time for my release?

V – Hands
These words
And many notes
And songs to soon learn
Those heals
And soothing strokes
And so much more to come

VI – Dance Within Outer Limits

VII –

VIII -

IX –
Consumed by the impossible stretch of each other
Completely cared for, totally there for
Right now there is no before
There is no future
Just here
Just now
 
.Clearly this is a song, and it needs a whole shitload of work, but I guess it's getting somewhere. Anyway, I forgot... Part VII was missing...

Liquid Frostbite Conflagrant

Within deep internal oceans
In a net lost and woven by time
Dwells the pain-relieving potion
The key to my paradise divine

As the liquid begins to take a turn
By meeting a new brilliance from whom I’ll learn
Doubts cloud up the flow
And the outcome is unknown

Every life has it’s own

Underneath high external mountains
Outside a cave long since discovered
Shines the cursed light fountain
The disease to move and cover

As the frost begins to engulf my sense
By doubting the new brilliance undeniably immense
Bites sear through my skin
And my last thought is to win

Every fate has it’s own

Are we sentenced to discover and destroy as quick as it came?
Or is some other remarkable outcome involved in this game?

Inside the center of my spirit
Trapped in a structure heavily armored
Melts the denied feelings in it
That could have owned and controlled

As the fire begins to incandescent
The unbelievable brilliance embraces my heart
Triviality corrodes swiftly
Fueling the emotion erosion within thee

Every choice has it’s own
Master

It’s my life that I must live
It’s my fate that I must control
And it’s my own choice
Waiting to be made
 
Hey guys! Howzabout a limerick?

There once was a terrible shrink
Whos reputation was that of a fink.
When he performed his lobotomies
He removed all commodities
That allow normal people to think.


Hahahahahaha! Sorry, I got bored in my study hall and wrote a million of these... more to be posted soon
 
A book by Asimov inspired me to write this.

Heatsinkers

drilling. heaving cold...
six feet under one mile high
sheer and shave
weathered with water
never too old to visit your mother

drilling. wear a coat
sleep till seven get up at eleven
primp and polish
tanned by sun
always early to Billibotton

drilling. take yer knife
slip around the constable safe
tuck and toil
thickened by fire
thus is the life, the Dahlite's strife
 
Hi all! Found one that I'd like to post. Something that I wrote when I was a kid. As best I can recall it is basically about playing music and wishing that I could reach people with it.

My Destiny​
Music is my destiny​
My destiny yet awaits for me​
With a faint call upon the wind​
and a desperate longing​
that fills my heart with such despair​
I go onward in search​
in search of what might someday be​
At times when I am in doubt​
of where it is that I belong​
I look to the sky and to the Lord​
where He is perched and smiling upon me​
With His gentle reassurance​
A surge of power erupts in me​
with such an intensity​
that I am forced to ramble on​
In search of what might someday be​
copyright 2002 - Me! :tickled:
 
Incoming light

In darkness my soul resides,
Homing for the path of light,
Admiring from afar,
A shine that might not truly possess.
Wondering adrift,
Through the blood tainted roads of existence,
With only my pressence to tend the wounds,
Wounds triggered by my lonesome self.
On my knees I've seen crimson,
spill from my life giver's arm,
In cries of agony and pain,
Begging for her temple to keep.
Drops of life pounding,
Over the vile soil.
I have seen demons in my image,
I have heard them using my voice,
Until I no longer yearn living,
Until my soul has given up.
All these roads I've walked through,
So short, yet seem so long,
Breathtaking and with spines,
scratching my existence.
Most of these I have forgotten,
So I never slither again,
Into the thorn-filled aisles of my torrid past.
Still, these memories so hunt me,
Feeding on my spirit,
Corroding my thoughs.
Thus the lust for crimson has arisen,
To purge all sanity left in me,
To make me less of what I am,
And more of what I hate.
Yet, I glimpse the light I'm hunting,
Distanced from the stranger I've become.
I stand alone, and wait in vigil
In vigil as it advances,
With my soul in hand she prances.
To deliver it to me,
To turn me into what I used to be,
To satisfy my hunger.
And yet making it grow stronger.