Poems

child of the other side · Geplaatst: Wo Sep 24, 2008 12:24

Nope, I'm still writing as well but I don't have any time to post, comment or actually write new poems due the massive amount of homework I have to do each week. So sorry, but I will give some comments when I have my autumn break. ):

About poem #1; this one is written while listening to Laura Marling's "My maniac and I". Those who know the song can see it reflected in my poem.
About poem #2; my poem for the contest of August.

The royal mile

And as we rode the mountain
I glanced over my shoulder
Are you sure we went unseen past time?
For I feel like a boulder, rolling down
The mountain hill

A light flashes through the sky
Of songbirds and fairytale friends
Cows grazed upon the hill
It is still something we fear
While the wise man pretends

To be someone else this morning.
Do you hear the whispers?
I steal your glances
Without pretending to know a warning

We slid over the city shades
In the night of the eleven plagues
Where we infected by God’s disease
Or is it a beast that roars in me?
I do feel alone.

And as we killed the world
I glanced over your shoulder
Have you seen what we surpassed?
In contrast, the sky mocks us
For being too clever

Sunburned hands

I watched them drown
On the horizon
A blood red grape that forced the water down

Dusk had come to claim them
Hard workers and stubborn men
Who even time could not erase

It’s a basic survival kit, the strength
To hold on of what has already left
A lifeless love came by and claimed
The last of hope

One knock on the rooftop
One knuckle in the face of red tears

It’s a sun that drowns the night
And chases the prosperity of dreams away
To call it day

Ailey · 17.04.05 ~ 31.12.08

@cotos: beautiful! absolutely love them!
@loesewies boterslag: lovely poem, it's really nice, reads really fast, i like it a lot!

I just made this, i'm not sure about it and i prefer not a title because i simply don't know one;

say you miss me
your words inside my head
the night is coming soon
don’t panic, we’re here

you’re slipping away
into this secret you told
only in the centre of the storm
getting lost in this dream

all i need from you
is the wish you never told
you can breathe alone
but prefer not to

Sweet Hermione

Nope, I still write poems. My last one was a Dutch one.

@ Marlie: I still have to read that book, it seems so fascinating. I saw the begin of the movie and I was, how do you call it, preoccupied? The poem makes me want to read it! I do know what it's about, so... well, cool.

I'll do more comments later.

T O N K S

Author: T O N K S
Titel: Ode to your Love
Genre: Love/Emotion

Ode to your Love

Oh sweet Utopia where lovers dance
Amid all worldly things
In pure divinity of wonder
Carried on melodic bliss

Visions of white dresses
Scents of passion in the sky
Like kissing aphrodisiacs
And the beauty of this lullaby

Soaring through the heavens
On eternal ecstasy
Are the pleasures I encounter
When you beam your smile at me

I tried to describe how love makes me feel.

miss_sweet · Hotemetoot Verdiend: 0 Sikkels

The sudden death of a friend left me with disbelief and grief. I still can't believe it and in order to get my feelings under control I wrote a poem. It's written quickly and isn't that good, but under the circumstances I'm rather satisfied. And this also helped me to get a grip on my sadness.

Memories

Why did you left us with nothing but grief,
pain, silence, tears and disbelief.
Memories of what you used to be
flowing to an intolerable degree.
To family feelings of disbelief
will become a never fading away grief.
To friends feelings of fraternity
will cross their paths to eternity.
To all of us your kindness and love
will be in our memories of a mourning dove.
Let us now cover you with a golden fleece
and may you forever rest in peace.
Never will you be forgotten and with respect to
we will always remember you.

Sweet Hermione · Geplaatst: Do Nov 06, 2008 18:51

Comments will be followed later.

I had to make this poem about a guy I'm crazy about.
But I think he's misleading me and I know he doesn't like me as much as I like him. Killing. I had this huge thing with him just a week ago, but now there's not much left. I have to figure out what to do.
But for now - here he is - charming number seven.

Seven

He was wandering through the
corridors in which he was
found. He didn’t knew his
mind. I left him mine

With small eyes I watched
his hands in the wall.
My pencil flew, but only
kind of absent. Yes, once

Wandering through the corridors
I found him. His arms caressing
the nimph that he met.
I could die in that charm

For I am no christian,
I knew it was seven. Decades.
And along he came

His misleading fingers running
over my neck, while approaching
my lips. His eyelashes close

And killing time forgot
to keep him away. From me,
from death. From eating nights
and buckled thoughts

I lost myself in honesty,
but how can I keep resistence?
Seduction soared in my chest
when I’m laying down, I can

Bend the rules that were made,
I broke one. Number seven
kissed me but I found
no religion at all, and

The smalling words they breath –
it’s bad, it’s worse in wordless
worth. His tangeld arms are
not for me, but

christian poety denies
denial ever-happily, so

Lay me down exclusively
(and I dare you in glee)

take me.

Genner · Bohemian Writer Verdiend: 0 Sikkels Woonplaats: HPF

@Plot: despite the small errors I think your poem is beautifully written. I like the way you end and start sentence in the middle of a line.

I have this crush on a person that will never love me back, and I do know she is impossible. But I do write about her. The first one isn't really from my own experience, tough.

Expectation

As I look upon the dawn
I see her eyes, glistening still
I feel her heartbeat ever so softly
And I know life has treated her well

Comfort should fall over me
A white veil of hope and trust
Why do I feel so cold and alone
Surrounded by stardust?

As the evening falls over land
Sea and sky
I can feel her soul next to mine
And I know that she’s alright

So, pain should ease away
A smile should return on my face
Why do I feel so abandoned and sad
Shivering in this darkest place

Searching in the chambers of my heart
For a little sparkle of hope left
I hold the key deep in my core
Waiting for the one that reaches deep enough
To find it

#

Enchantment

In flashes she comes, in flashes she goes
Leaving her image in my head
I can only wonder, true or false?

Lightning and thunder through my veins
When those eyes lock with mine
When her lips are graced with a smile

Sounds of silence and heartache
When the magical moments leave
Through the doors of impossibility

Hope and pain crashing against each other
When again, I am alone and thinking
How would life be with her
And sometimes even more intensively
How fast would I run away?

Sweet Hermione · Geplaatst: Ma Dec 01, 2008 22:56

@ Genner: Which errors? I'd like to hear them, so I can correct them. (:

Today, I made a new poem about my crush, the same guy from ''Seven''. He's a hopeless crush because we can never be together. No, it's really true and I do know it and he knows it too.
He is misleading and I find him extremely attractive. And we cuddle and touch eachother at lot, which is hard.
The title is just a brief description of how I felt Fridaynight, when we were going out in a group in Utrecht and we were together.

It's all very honest.

Damned fabric

In the misery of the night
The brides wake up to flee
the danger of the skirts in soken glee
oh yes, I’ve tried
naievity to crash and fright
but your lap seems to taste me

How can you leave and hide your
face and gestures from cruelty?
Your suit seems spotted in hidious
words, but most unnecessary
worn. In my sight, your side
melts down my fingertips with scorn

You speak to save the virginity
that’s craving up my legs and
cannot accept we won’t explode
The begs we don’t whisper as you
tell me of addicts on your chest
laying down to tightened ropes and guessed

That I’m clinged on an edge
what’s painted in morality fuc.ked
reality of the mind. Oh, the hate
I’m neglecting when you won’t be mine
The crime fed by the faith
and the fire and the thud

The knot won’t release if desire
waits to stop and please
Stop the days and burn the nights
the brides of misery are hiding in glee
fulfilling the skirts as they will silent speech
you are not left for me

Legolas · The Lunatic One Verdiend: 311 Sikkels

I wrote this one myself. It might not be a masterpiece but it was a big relief to write it, so Wink

I am

Broken because
there's always you
Down because
there's always you
Going insane because
there's always you
Alone because
there's always you
Turbulence turbulence
In my head
there's always you
Willing to do anything
Until
there's no more you
In my head