So, I don't know who all is into poetry here, but I couldn't find a thread specific to sharing poems on here, so figured I'd get one going. Anyone interested at all, or am I all alone in my shell of literary nerdiness?

- Laura

Hmm, I think some girl tried this before.

She made a thread (for herself) to post poems in, she couldn't really handle the criticism so we burned her really bad. I think Dickliquor knows what I'm talking about (Where the F is she anyways?)

But, unlike her you gave us fair warning for the use of this thread, so we'll see if it appeals.

............Who, me?..........no, I don't do poems.

By the by, why don't you kick it off.......Mrs. Threadstarter?  

I enjoy writing..But poetry was never something I perfected.

I'm always open to reading some though. What do you like to write about Laura? Anything in particular?

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.

-

- Laura

Holy crap....... I know I'm getting old, but I cannot read your posts, Laura!  Have mercy on us old folks, will ya??

PunkyLunky:

Holy crap....... I know I'm getting old, but I cannot read your posts, Laura!  Have mercy on us old folks, will ya??

    

 

Only if you have mercy on us young folks, lol! - I'm confused, haha...what can't you read?

- Laura

your font should be bigger

cool poem! 

MiindOfDestructiveTaste:

PunkyLunky:

Holy crap....... I know I'm getting old, but I cannot read your posts, Laura!  Have mercy on us old folks, will ya??

    

 

Only if you have mercy on us young folks, lol! - I'm confused, haha...what can't you read?

- Laura

Me?????  Have mercy on you young-uns?????? No way!  hahaha j/k.. I love teenagers, I have a house full all the time.

Your font is so tiny!!!  

PunkyLunky:

MiindOfDestructiveTaste:

PunkyLunky:

Holy crap....... I know I'm getting old, but I cannot read your posts, Laura!  Have mercy on us old folks, will ya??

    

 

Only if you have mercy on us young folks, lol! - I'm confused, haha...what can't you read?

- Laura

Me?????  Have mercy on you young-uns?????? No way!  hahaha j/k.. I love teenagers, I have a house full all the time.

Your font is so tiny!!!  

 

Oooh, didn't realize that was the issue at hand! Haha. I'll make an exception for you, PL. Better?

- Laura

MiindOfDestructiveTaste:

PunkyLunky:

MiindOfDestructiveTaste:

PunkyLunky:

Holy crap....... I know I'm getting old, but I cannot read your posts, Laura!  Have mercy on us old folks, will ya??

    

 

Only if you have mercy on us young folks, lol! - I'm confused, haha...what can't you read?

- Laura

Me?????  Have mercy on you young-uns?????? No way!  hahaha j/k.. I love teenagers, I have a house full all the time.

Your font is so tiny!!!  

 

Oooh, didn't realize that was the issue at hand! Haha. I'll make an exception for you, PL. Better?

- Laura

Much!  Thank you!!

((((((((hugs)))))))))

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.

-

- Laura

I actually quite liked it! I enjoyed your choice of words. It wasn't predictable. My favorite line was

"Those residing there-under have little to boast,
save for the blanket lain over; in starlight engrossed."

Very nice!

SarieInChains:

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.

-

- Laura

I actually quite liked it! I enjoyed your choice of words. It wasn't predictable. My favorite line was

"Those residing there-under have little to boast,
save for the blanket lain over; in starlight engrossed."

Very nice!

Why thank you much!! I hope this thread catches on!...

- Laura

Look To The Sea

I hear a hummingbird hum.
I taste whiskey in water.
I smell the rose in the trash can.
I feel the faults on your skin,
But they're anything but to me.

Lets dream together,
Lets weave the seams.
I can take care of all of your needs.
Travel the sea,i'l come searchin.
I'l be walking.To come and make you believe.

Lets go tumblin',headfirst into what we don't know.
Lying here,watching you breathe,
I can begin to believe.

I'd swim the sea,I'd trek to the moon.
If its the only way il get to you.
I'd swim the oceans,I'd trek to the moon.
If its the only way il get to you.

More lyrics than poetry but ah sure! 

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.

-

- 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)
 

Richy:

Look To The Sea

I hear a hummingbird hum.
I taste whiskey in water.
I smell the rose in the trash can.
I feel the faults on your skin,
But they're anything but to me.

Lets dream together,
Lets weave the seams.
I can take care of all of your needs.
Travel the sea,i'l come searchin.
I'l be walking.To come and make you believe.

Lets go tumblin',headfirst into what we don't know.
Lying here,watching you breathe,
I can begin to believe.

I'd swim the sea,I'd trek to the moon.
If its the only way il get to you.
I'd swim the oceans,I'd trek to the moon.
If its the only way il get to you.

More lyrics than poetry but ah sure! 

"Ah sure" is right - it counts! And I like it. Superb use of imagery!

Glad this is (kinda) catchin'! - keep 'em coming, guys!

- Laura