HiP:

MiindOfDestructiveTaste:

Haha. That's why I figured I'd deal out some 'fair warning' beforehand. It's not for everyone, and that's cool. I just thought it was worth a shot, so we'll see how it fares. I don't mind starting it off - nor do I mind burns. (I have been called a pyro before, after all!) Haha.

This is a little bit about a graveyard...it's actually the opening 'scene' for a fairly long poem that tells the story of a deranged woman. (In response to sarieinchains, that'd be one of the topics I'm partial to - insanity and whatnot.)

Feel free to burn as necessary!

-

As the crest of the moon waxes in haphazard light
the entombments, outstretched, house the innocent plight
of the dancing, enchanting yellow and white
illuminating all in their nocturnal flight.


The ivy-strewn yard plays a merciless host;
endless vines span the distance of the solemn concrete coast.
Those residing there-under have little to boast,
save for the blanket lain over; in starlight engrossed.


Silence predominates across the lonesome, hushed expanses;
secrecy reserved beneath the stones’ upright stances
Squalls heard in past times denied their second chances,
voices left muted in the midnight entrances.

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- Laura

Wow nice poem, one of the best I've read in a while =D

 

I really love writing poetry but I haven't been writing a lot recently =[ I might post some of my older work in here though if I can mange to find my old maths book (I wrote all my poetry in there)
 

Thank you much!

And, that's one thing math is good for, I s'pose! - I can't wait to hear!

- Laura

Hmmm...I have some poetry lying around somewhere...I'll see if I can dig it up.

BTW- Love your poem, Laura! 

ChainsHead:

Hmmm...I have some poetry lying around somewhere...I'll see if I can dig it up.

BTW- Love your poem, Laura! 

Dooo ittt! I dare you

And gratze!

- Laura

I LOVE poetry, but I am a better reader than writer--

I just want to share this with someone on here that I have been thinking about lately--

MOTHER TO SON

Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

I love poetry, but the things I write are really just for my own amusement. Anyway, here's something I wrote when I was 11 which my teacher put it into a competition and it got published in a children's book.

Peace

Peace's face is a picturesque landscape of young children running through the sweeping grass,
Her eyes are the blue of the warm summer sky,
Her hair is the long winding rivers populated by the fast-moving salmon,
Her teeth are the colour of the freshly fallen winter snow, but as rosy as freshly picked cherries.
She lives in the highest clouds of Heaven where the angels sing sweet lullabies to send her to sleep.
Her enemies are war, pain and destruction which she will conquer one day.

How cute.

PinchytheLobster:

I love poetry, but the things I write are really just for my own amusement. Anyway, here's something I wrote when I was 11 which my teacher put it into a competition and it got published in a children's book.

Peace

Peace's face is a picturesque landscape of young children running through the sweeping grass,
Her eyes are the blue of the warm summer sky,
Her hair is the long winding rivers populated by the fast-moving salmon,
Her teeth are the colour of the freshly fallen winter snow, but as rosy as freshly picked cherries.
She lives in the highest clouds of Heaven where the angels sing sweet lullabies to send her to sleep.
Her enemies are war, pain and destruction which she will conquer one day.

How cute.

 

That is cute

PinchytheLobster:

I love poetry, but the things I write are really just for my own amusement. Anyway, here's something I wrote when I was 11 which my teacher put it into a competition and it got published in a children's book.

Peace

Peace's face is a picturesque landscape of young children running through the sweeping grass,
Her eyes are the blue of the warm summer sky,
Her hair is the long winding rivers populated by the fast-moving salmon,
Her teeth are the colour of the freshly fallen winter snow, but as rosy as freshly picked cherries.
She lives in the highest clouds of Heaven where the angels sing sweet lullabies to send her to sleep.
Her enemies are war, pain and destruction which she will conquer one day.

How cute.

 

Since I don't know how to do a double quote on here, Solitude: nice one - gotta love Langston! Thanks for sharing.

Pinchy: eleven, you say?!  Impressive! 'tis a cute one.

- Laura

Again these are lyrics but I kinda believe them to be one and the same really...so here are AvA Ria lyrics...go listen to them...and read these!  

Ever The Optimist

To push it all aside,
One more than 0.
Then be joined by,
The notes they know.

A simple change of mind,
Can lead into
The sound of water living on and
On down the stream,two,
sets of octaves find two,
six stringed, two towered creatues.
And on they walk to sound off what they know.

The words keep comin through,
But not to use.
Everything in moderation.
The world in front of four,
The optimist adores
to see what happens
When on down the stream,two
sets of octaves find two,
six stringed two towered creatures
And on they walk to sound off what they know...

Never the Pessimist

So follow on the path you chose
and never look back to the winter's sun
they got aggressive and they froze
so close your eyes until they're gone.

If Needs Be...

Two letters and an almost number
that go so well together
throw me off,throw me off
Turn and walk
pass the walking
look up the skies tears are down
but up here the light is drowned
to see it be, to let it breathe
send it to ground
to see it be, hear it cry
and not make a sound

Solitude:

I LOVE poetry, but I am a better reader than writer--

I just want to share this with someone on here that I have been thinking about lately--

MOTHER TO SON

Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

That's beautiful.

Thank you, my friend.

I always liked: 

FLEAS - Adam, had 'em

OK.  This is a poem of mine that I've posted here before:

I won't post my own poems/lyrics....
so I'll go with a fave poet of mine - Philip Larkin

Ambulances

Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back
None of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey, arms on a plaque,
They come to rest at any kerb:
All streets in time are visited.

Then children strewn on steps or road,
Or women coming from the shops
Past smells of different dinners, see
A wild white face that overtops
Red stretcher-blankets momently
As it is carried in and stowed,

And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do,
And for a second get it whole,
So permanent and blank and true.
The fastened doors recede. Poor soul,
They whisper at their own distress;

For borne away in deadened air
May go the sudden shut of loss
Round something nearly at an end,
And what cohered in it across
The years, the unique random blend
Of families and fashions, there

At last begin to loosen. Far
From the exchange of love to lie
Unreachable inside a room
The traffic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.

This has to be my favorite poem of all time =D

http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html 

HiP:

This has to be my favorite poem of all time =D

http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html 

Yeah........ I agree, HiP.  I love Poe.

HiP:

This has to be my favorite poem of all time =D

http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html 

Agreed. Poe's tops, hands down.

...(quoth the raven.)

- Laura

SoFarAway:

I always liked: 

FLEAS - Adam, had 'em

OK.  This is a poem of mine that I've posted here before:

Enchanted Moment

A beacon in the mist

Crescendo of light

Our eyes met

I looked inside, she in mine

And in that moment – enchanted 

A fine example of free verse! Bravo

- Laura