The Poetry Corner

ahhGucci · 31-01-2004

The much demanded poetry corner.

Are you a poet, and do you know it?
Apparently I am, but don't like to show it?

To start off a poem by Derek Walcott, who won a nobel prize for his contributions to literature! Love after Love...

Quote:

Love after love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

just Anna · 31-01-2004

woohooo there it is!! the poetry corner ..hehe.. you should write one yourself... you, poetic mind, you

Actualy.. I do have some of my own.. but they're all in dutch.. sorry that i can't show you my AMAZING TALENT hahaha

ahhGucci · 31-01-2004

Yep, this a place to share your poetry, when there are enough veiws of this thread, I will post one of my own, if there is enough interest. Untill then, well just see what we have here.

PrinceOfCats · 31-01-2004

Quote:

sorry that i can't show you my AMAZING TALENT

Awww...now I'm a movèd prince...

There's some seriously un-bled nouns in that poem, ahhGucci.

tgp · 31-01-2004

Lord Byron Still one of my favorites from high school english.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

purplelucrezia · 31-01-2004

Ooh! I love poetry! :P
I thought I'd start with a little love poem I wrote to my city...

Ode to the City
Part One
You are slush
and mush and a mess
a delightful dirty mess
of emotion and confusion and insanity
the moving confusing
swirling
blasting combusting
whoosh
of people

Part Two
These pink plaster pueblos
of Kleenex boxes and
sweaters with kittens and
smiling children of indiscriminate origin
and houses with painted shutters
and long stretches of nothingness
and crickets
Make me long for you

purplelucrezia · 31-01-2004

Another old one...

The sun
stains the wall
reveals
cobwebs windows
shards of broken glass

It is dark inside
the lights
reflect along
the corridor
follow
me
as I walk

ahhGucci · 31-01-2004

I love it when you say,
spiraling blasting combusting, whoosh, of people
That bit sticks in my mind most of all.

purplelucrezia · 31-01-2004

Also, this is not strictly a poem, but I really enjoy combining the lyrics from songs with complementary paintings. Please take a look...

http://www.artmagick.com/albums/detail.asp...75-e3b6d1eeb249 (This one is my favourite)
http://www.artmagick.com/albums/detail.asp...ca-91c4621d6c74 (Another)
http://www.artmagick.com/albums/detail.asp...ed-748b8396b772 (I love this song)

purplelucrezia · 31-01-2004

Quote:

Originally posted by ahhGucci@Jan 31st, 2004 - 1:07 pm
I love it when you say,
spiraling blasting combusting, whoosh, of people
That bit sticks in my mind most of all.

Thanks. There are some parts I'm not so fond of now, but I like that bit as well...

ahhGucci · 31-01-2004

That is great, someone give some inspiration to write a poem. Anything.
A topic, let me know, Ill see what I can come up with.

strawberry daiquiri · 31-01-2004

Topic = things which quack

PrinceOfCats · 31-01-2004

But not quacks.

ahhGucci · 31-01-2004

Im workin on one now!

purplelucrezia · 31-01-2004

The duck doth quack,
it's eyes are black.
Soon it will be on a rack
and patrons will nibble it's back.
Poor duck
Quack, quack...

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just Anna tfs star Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rotterdam, Netherlands Posts: 1,835	woohooo there it is!! the poetry corner ..hehe.. you should write one yourself... you, poetic mind, you Actualy.. I do have some of my own.. but they're all in dutch.. sorry that i can't show you my AMAZING TALENT hahaha

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ahhGucci V.I.P. Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 6,495	Yep, this a place to share your poetry, when there are enough veiws of this thread, I will post one of my own, if there is enough interest. Untill then, well just see what we have here.

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tgp fashion elite Join Date: May 2003 Location: Austin, TX Gender: femme Posts: 2,942	Lord Byron Still one of my favorites from high school english. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

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purplelucrezia V.I.P. Join Date: Dec 2003 Gender: femme Posts: 15,792	Another old one... The sun stains the wall reveals cobwebs windows shards of broken glass It is dark inside the lights reflect along the corridor follow me as I walk __________________ (\_/) (O.o) (> <) This is Bunny. Copy Bunny into your signature to help him on his way to world domination.

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