Some Poems

[Lady Ravyn]

that's cute! i have a million little poems like that; sometimes it's easier to convey an idea with a few lines than with a whole page.

The World in a Tube

Life is a kaleidascope-
Ever changing;
Going from light to dark,
Ugly to beautiful,
In a moment.
What I want to know
Is: What shape confetti
Am I?

this one i wrote a long time ago; my poems don't always end in questions, btw, i've just posted the ones that do.

[Nerdanel]

Some of my poems end with questions too, but very few. But that's a really nice one!

[Tessar]

Awwww that's a cute one .

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx

[Beor]

I like the poem, Lady Ravyn. Its cool, and I dig the analgy. Never really thought about it that way before.

Here's one I thought up soon:

Day after day goes by
never changing, never growing
All the time, I want to fly
and get away from this place.

For a moment, the sun shines,
then behind the clouds it goes
For freedom, my body pines,
To go where I want to go.

Every day is one less day
and soon it will be done
I will be home again,
Home with my wife and son.

[Pirate]

You are all so talented!!! I wish I could write like that. I'm working on a novel right now but I do write some poetry from time to time. I wrote this for a compitision, I have't gotten any word yet if it's excepted but I prey it is. The theme had to be the four seasons. this is what I wrote:

There is still
frozen sadness
in her icy teared diamonds
that once rained from her eyes
but are now
frozen
along with her lips hair and skin


Birth
comes from her every pore
on her rose petal cheeks
and lilies fall from her waves of
gold strands
that kiss her mouth as she laughs


Sun
on his skin
and water lapping on his feet
with smiles dancing in his eyes
as he takes the new
and makes it more
and makes it mature
in the spots of sunshine on
the moss
beneath a tree

As he
grows older
the year must also
but before it says goodnight
to enter the dead, white, haven
it showers life with color
and he brings beauty
back to what was new
in bouquets of cornflowers
and warms scents of
sandal wood

[Nerdanel]

That's so beautiful, Pirate! Wow! It's very special; just the sort of I love. That's more of the kind I write too.

[Pirate]

Thank you . I'd love to read some you your poetry. Is it posted anywhere (I'm sure it got it's own thread but i'm too stupid to find it) if not PM it too me or something. I adore reading poetry!

[Lady Ravyn]

mm, reading poetry is very relaxing; i read from my "poem a day" book every night before bed

[Rosie Gamgee]

Great poems, all!! I'll have to dig out some of mine and put 'em up.

[Nerdanel]

Originally posted by Pirate
Thank you . I'd love to read some you your poetry. Is it posted anywhere (I'm sure it got it's own thread but i'm too stupid to find it) if not PM it too me or something. I adore reading poetry!

Sorry, but I only write in Swedish.. I'd like to post them, but would anyone understand anything? So no, it's not posted anywhere. Maybe I should try in the Official Languages thread..

[Pirate]

My poem got excepted but I need votes. It would really help if you'd vote for me. This is the link . My poem is under E Rose. Thank you!!!

[Lady Ravyn]

well, i voted for you, but what poem am i voting for

[Pirate]

the poem I posted about 7 or 8 posts up.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Here's one I finished not two minutes ago. My first of the non-rhymning variety.



S. J. G.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You tried to make me laugh
But I thought I hurt you- I think it still.
I can't say I'm sorry.
That would be stupid, you'd shrug me off.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I wander here, in my room.
I smell you in my teddy bear.
You're here, but you've gone away.
I bury my face here and breathe you in.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You don't know how I think of you.
I don't know what you think of me.
I am a constant dripping.
I don't mean to be contentious.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I wish you'd yell at me for being nasty
Even though I don't mean to.
I don't want to laugh at your expense.
You mean more than that to me.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I don't know if you're just a friend.
Maybe you're dearer than that.
Maybe it's my imagination.
But, I love you, anyway.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You tried to make me laugh
But I thought I hurt you- I think it still.
I can't say I'm sorry.
That would be stupid, you'd shrug me off.

[Lady Ravyn]

good! i like the line "i smell you in my teddy bear" cool!

[Rosie Gamgee]

Thanks. The teddy bear thing is true- actually, the whole poem's true.
On repeated readings, I'm wondering if it's too monotonous? Maybe the repeating lines "I think of the things I said/ I think of the hurt on your face" should be interspersed only half as many times- two stanzas in between instead of one. What do you think? (Like I said, I've never really done any of the 'non-rhyming' variety before, and don't read much of it, so I'm open to suggestions. The mode seems to lend itself to melancholy, sad thoughts, so that's why I chose it.)

[Lady Ravyn]

i agree about the monotany; it's not annoying, it just takes away from the mood of the poem.
and non-rhyming isn't that hard to write; actually i find rhyming is harder. with non-rhyming, you just- say what your feeling or thinking about. the only thing you have to avoid is rambling on for pages... i tend to do that...alot...

[Katie of the Golden Wood]

I've never written poetry before, but I thought I'd give it a try:

A Poem of Nostalgia:
I remember the bright curved shell of the Easter egg
Its orange coat glittering in the sun
Reflecting the dew of the uncut grass

I remember those diamonds in the sky
Flying in the wind on cool summer evenings
The kite silohetted against the end of day

I remember the heat of the pavement
The sound of the kickball game
The smell of the lemonade stand
And the brightness of it all

Because most of all, I remember the Sun

But its all gone now.
Only some irrecovable dream lost to the weaving pattern of
Time.

Now I'm alone on the moor and I can feel
The coarse grey grass rubbing against my legs, my arms
The trees are far away, stripped, bared;
A prelude to the oncoming cold of winter.
The sun is eclipsed by the grey coulds, moving away
Forever west
Because nothing stays forever.
The mists swirl around me, til
I am enfolded in the dull monotony of the present.
With nothing here and memory long gone.

But then it all changes.
Because I can smell the sea, and I can hear the thunder far off.
And the ache fo things past is joined by
The hope of things to come
And the beauty of every moment.
Its a feeling so sad and so sweet that I don't know whether to
Laugh or cry
Because they feel the same.
Because some things stay.
Because even though the sun is gone,
When I look up,
I can see the stars.

Katie

[Lady Ravyn]

that's so good! is it really your first attempt at poetry? i'm impressed

the only thing i have to critique is the second stanza; when you talk about the pavement, the lemonade stand and the kickball game? it sounds like it could be such a discriptive line! i can almost feel the things you're describing- almost perhaps if you described the heat of the pavement (ex: the sizzling heat or hotness); the sound of the kickball game, etc. other than that one part, it rather good!