The Poetry Corner

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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...

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

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
 
Another old one... :flower:

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

:blink:
 
Quack Quack Quack

The other day I saw a duck,
It did not duck, it did not dive the
Other day I saw a duck,
I saw a bird, in the sky the
Other day, time seemed to slide,
I saw a duck, people died, the
Other day I nearly cried, I had no-one left.

Here you enter this picture now,
You feel. I ask you how,
Here you are so sudden now,
Here you are no more.

People come and people go,
The other day I saw a duck,
Who am I now, do you know,
Do you even give a f*ck?

Mothers cry for those who are gone,
Some have no food, some have a gun,
Who will cry if you have no one?
Who will weep when you’re gone?

Does it matter when we die?
No. It matters why we
Have to Go. This other place,
A soul behind every single face

Think of me, I’ll think of you,
It’s on my list of things to do.
Go to the bank, then think of you,
But wait, I don't have time to think

Of you because, I saw a duck
The other day I saw a duck,
The other day I saw a duck,
Between two slices of bread.


That sure as hell stopped you quacking!
 
How about another random poem?
Anyone up to the challenge?...
Now- a poem about a cupcake.... :wink:
 
My Love is True, It's You I'll Chew

Cupcake, cupcake
you are so sweet
I really adore your delectable treat
Your top is pink, your inside's brown
I love those sprinkles
they turn me 'round
Oh how I love thee
cupcake dear
How sad my birthday
comes but once a year

:P
 

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