The Poetry Corner

[saad]

sonnet no. 10

to look upon the burning sky
with the memory of ever being loved.
but the sweet memory lingers still
of the times i stood high on loves hill.
all but a distant memory now
i would think, or should i even--
birds sang then, they still do
the morning dew fell from the tips of wet leaves then,
it still does
all was the same, it still is
i would think, or should i even--

i wrote this like 3 years ago...its really nothing..

 

[purplelucrezia]

Have you ever tried setting any of your poetry to music saad? You really should...

 

[saad]

Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Apr 16th, 2004 - 1:01 am
Have you ever tried setting any of your poetry to music saad? You really should...

i would love to.....but i dont know how to make, play or write music....so im at a loss....nor do i know anyone who will do it for me....at least not for free

but i did tell you, right? that a guy's actually bought one of my 'very pop' song?!? he'll release it in a few months! he's a well known singer down here so...

i'll post more soon...

 

[purplelucrezia]

Can't wait to see them! It's wonderful how talented everyone here is...

 

[twilight fairy]

Originally posted by faust@Apr 15th, 2004 - 11:39 am
crystalized, your second poem is really beautiful.

thanks i wrote it after my best friend whom i've known for 7 years moved away back to estonia. still haven't seen her since she left (december).
separation is awful.

i love your poems, saad. i wish i could transfer some of my poems into music, however, even though i do sing, i am really bad at writing songs, and such. ahh..shame..cuz i love music and poetry combined..

 

[purplelucrezia]

I put one of my poems to music once. It was pretty bad, but fun to do.

 

[ahhGucci]

I cannot write with my mind like this. Soon, I promice.

 

[Nader]

Whenever the sun shines its warming rays
On the hottest of the summer days
Where people mingle and have some fun
You'll always be that remainder of one.

When the work load is the lightest
When the friendships are the tightest
The relaxation has begun
Yet there's still that remainder of one.

The population's always odd
So you continue with your façade
Take that number, divide it by two
To your dismay, the remainder is you.

People die in pairs, you see
Attached by their love to a certain degree
One may still breathe, "But for whom?" he thinks
Even in this case, your predicament stinks.

Dead inside; alone forever
It's not your fault, you're cute and clever
Aren't you used to living this hell?
You've been doing it since you were a single cell!

You've thought about the ways to cope
By watching p*rn or slipping rope
Sure you'll get to f*** the b****
Just don't expect her to find her niche...

So at the end, you're in your room
Your soul mate is your impending doom
Sucks to be you, nothing can be done
You'll live and die as a remainder of one.

 

[saad]

thanks purple and crystalized!!!
and nice work too, nader and crystalized


here's another...i'm actually digging them out of my old old files


“Perfect Moment”

The life is draining from the eyes along with
The tears that once seemed so hard to lose
The whole day is a blunder with the
Longing and remembrance of the perfect moment passed
Spend all my time crying for the things I’ve lost along the way
The bag full of dreams stolen
Not worthy of the hopes I once possessed
There was no time for moments of happiness
Always for sadness, grief, and life
Let me see bliss as they call it
Though I don’t know what it feels like
Let me live let me live the perfect moment
Smell the sweet fragrance of being and
Feel the soft blows of wind
When I fly above the horizon
Looking back at the perfect moment passed
I will pray I have always prayed
But my secret psalms don’t seem to make the difference
I so long to make
And the emotions of an insatiated man dance through my veins
I’m waiting I’m waiting for the perfect moment
With the longing and remembrance of the perfect moment passed
But in the end, all that is truly mine
Is my tears
The tears that once seemed so hard to lose
Now all I have left is tears

 

[Sephora_Socialite]

Felt like doing free thought writing today....

"Wish you Knew"

Time and time again,
I keep falling back in love with you.
But you have no clue how much I care
How I wish you only knew.

It’s stupid of me to keep having
This infatuated crush on you.
You’re taken by someone
So I should go and look for someone new.

Plus it would be just a fling
IF you ever gave me a chance
I know how many girls you’ve been with
I won’t even last a glance.

I hope your happy with your girlfriend
Maybe she’ll be the one to change you ways.
For once maybe stay with one girl
And maybe love her too I say.

So I guess this is a goodbye
I need to look for a man that’s true
But even as I say I won’t love you
I still wish you only knew.

 

[PrinceOfCats]

I wrote lots about this in an exam today, GO ME!

Two Scavengers in a Truck,
--Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes.

-At the stoplight waiting for the light
----------------nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
----a bright yellow garbage truck
------------with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers
-----standing on the back stoop
-----------------one on each side hanging on
---and looking down into
------------------an elegant open Mercedes
-------with an elegant couple in it
-
-The man
-----in a hip three-piece linen suit
---------with shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses
-The young blond woman so casually coifed
-----------with a short skirt and colored stockings
----on the way to his architect's office
-
-And the two scavengers up since four a.m.
----------------grungy from their route
-----------on the way home
-The older of the two with grey iron hair
--------------------and hunched back
---------looking down like some
--------------gargoyle Quasimodo
-And the younger of the two
-----------also with sunglasses & long hair
------about the same age as the Mercedes driver
-
-And both scavengers gazing down
---------------------as from a great distance
---------------at the cool couple
-------as if they were watching some odorless TV ad
----------in which everything is always possible
-
-And the very red light for an instant
-----------holding all four close together
--------as if anything at all were possible
-----------------------between them
--------across that small gulf
------------------in the high seas
---------------------------of this democracy

 

[PrinceOfCats]

As ahhGucci will know they only asked us about how contrast was used in the poem...I was looking forward to writing about the funky line-spacing

 

[softgrey]

saad nader and prince...

thank you for posting...

 

[ahhGucci]

Originally posted by PrinceOfCats@Jun 14th, 2004 - 6:49 pm
As ahhGucci will know they only asked us about how contrast was used in the poem...I was looking forward to writing about the funky line-spacing

Hey prince, yes, I did question one too.
Funky line spacing? awww, there there. I think I strayed from the point in one of my sentances, started talking about the american dream, well, thatwas a big contrast in the poem, the dream and the reality.
ahem, lets not start this now (I also wrote about a living breathing shopping centre )



That poem was one of the few in the anthology that I enjoyed, I am glad it came up (lots to write about it)


Vultures

In the greyness
and drizzle of one despondent
dawn unstirred by harbingers
of sunbreak a vulture
perching high on broken
bone of a dead tree
nestled close to his
mate his smooth
bashed-in head, a pebble
on a stem rooted in
a dump of gross
feathers, inclined affectionately
to hers. Yesterday they picked
the eyes of a swollen
corpse in a water-logged
trench and ate the things in its bowel. Full
gorged they chose their roost
keeping the hollowed remnant
in easy range of cold
telescopic eyes ...
Strange
indeed how love in other
ways so particular
will pick a corner
in that charnel-house
tidy it and coil up there, perhaps
even fall asleep - her face
turned to the wall!
... Thus the Commandant at Belsen
Camp going home for
the day with fumes of
human roast clinging
rebelliously to his hairy
nostrils will stop
at the wayside sweet-shop
and pick up a chocolate
for his tender offspring
waiting at home for Daddy's return ...
Praise bounteous
providence if you will
that grants even an ogre
a tiny glow-worm
tenderness encapsulated
in icy caverns of a cruel
heart or else despair
for in every germ
of that kindred love is
lodged the perpetuity
of evil.

Chinua Achebe

 

[Sephora_Socialite]

Did this a few years ago and I found it today. I gave up on slam poetry long ago...actually lately all poetry.

Nothing Girl

I may not be the prettiest, I may not be the most athletic,
You may look and think, “How pathetic.”
I may not be on the social mountaintops,
Which seem to you, the world.
You may look and think, what a nothing girl.

So I tried to fit in,
To be to you a something.
Instead of some type of nothing.
I conformed my mind to be a twit.
Bragged about celebrities I know And see.
Became a diluted, censored me.

I already did and said what makes you twirl.
Now I’m not a nothing, but a liar girl.
You said I don’t know who, I don’t live there
That now I think I’m better,
Because of the designers I wear.

It’s not my fault.
You were the one who made me
Because you were the one who ignored interior
For what you wanted to see.

Now I know not to care, don’t you see that you are blinded.
By being robots, by being trend minded.
You ignore the interior and care about only your outer self.
When you’re old, that’s gone, then you got nothing left.

So if you think I’m nothing, that’s okay with me,
Because I got a heart and a mind
And that’s something to me.

 

[PrinceOfCats]

Awww...Sephora It's very nice...

Originally posted by ahhGucciicciGahh
Hey prince, yes, I did question one too.

Aiee,

I did that and 'Nothing's Changed' (my favourite poem from the anthology, which isn't saying much...)

I did the thingamajig about describing a holiday destination and went into ecstatic transports about Antoni Gaudi's Modernista architecture in Barcelona...

 

[i_<3_chanel]

sephora

ummm. my contribution haha.

roses are red
violets are blue
god made me sexy
what happened to you?

ewww. who writes these?!

 

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by i_<3_chanel@Jun 14th, 2004 - 2:13 pm
ewww. who writes these?!

 

[i_<3_chanel]

here. i found a serious poem.

i love this poem.

bleep

I am the unreal voice speaking.
I will not be told I am real.
I care for the inauthentic, the disingenuous.
Deceit makes me shiver with glee.
I fall for false tears, false modesty,
false eyelashes, false teeth.
I enjoy seeing them sitting in a mouth
watching a soap on TV, pearly
as Hollywood can be, big white falsies.
Square, unreadable and slightly odd.
Wigs with synthethic hair, I hold dear.
Plastic hips. Silicone chips.
The wee tuck hear and there.
I adore the plucked eyebrow,
shocked and bare, feigning surprise
at you there. I dote on everything false
from the moment I wake from my faked sleep
for the rest of the fabricated day.
Bleached skin, shrunk ****,
wee t*ts, tiny hips, nae chin.
There's nothing like women faking it.
See my nose, it used to be a tomato.

 

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by i_<3_chanel@Jun 14th, 2004 - 2:47 pm
here. i found a serious poem.

See my nose- it used to be a tomato!
I think I'm going to cry now...