The Poetry Corner

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  1. saad

    saad New Member

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    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--


    :blush: i wrote this like 3 years ago...its really nothing..
     
  2. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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

    saad New Member

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    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 :cry:

    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... :innocent:

    i'll post more soon...
     
  4. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    Can't wait to see them! It's wonderful how talented everyone here is... :D
     
  5. twilight fairy

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    thanks :blush: 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..
     
  6. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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

    ahhGucci Active Member

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

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  9. saad

    saad New Member

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    thanks purple and crystalized!!! :blush:
    and nice work too, nader and crystalized :flower:


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


    “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
     
  10. Sephora_Socialite

    Sephora_Socialite Fierce Flava

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    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.
     
  11. PrinceOfCats

    PrinceOfCats Naturellement pulpeuse

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    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
     
  12. PrinceOfCats

    PrinceOfCats Naturellement pulpeuse

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    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 :cry:
     
  13. softgrey

    softgrey flaunt the imperfection

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    saad nader and prince... :cry: :flower:

    thank you for posting...
     
  14. ahhGucci

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    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 :ninja:)

    :innocent:

    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
     
  15. Sephora_Socialite

    Sephora_Socialite Fierce Flava

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    Did this a few years ago and I found it today. :wacko: 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.
     
  16. PrinceOfCats

    PrinceOfCats Naturellement pulpeuse

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

    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...
     
  17. i_<3_chanel

    i_<3_chanel elementary.

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    sephora :clap:

    ummm. my contribution haha.

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

    ewww. who writes these?! :doh:
     
  18. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    :lol: :p
     
  19. i_<3_chanel

    i_<3_chanel elementary.

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    here. i found a serious poem. ;)

    i love this poem. :flower:

    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 arse,
    wee tits, tiny hips, nae chin.
    There's nothing like women faking it.
    See my nose, it used to be a tomato.

    :lol: :p
     
  20. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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

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