Poetry: Show your stuff.....

[Tribble]

Thanks hun. It is about unrequited love - about loving someone who they will never tell how they feel - and can only experience it in dreams.

[RiaX]

My mother helped me work on this one I posted a while ago. What do you think?

Will you be my fantasy, just for tonight
let me picture your hair on my pillow,
and feel your breath on my cheek.
Let me see your body swathed in moonlight
Let me know that you want me,
that I am a part of your dream and your beating heart.
I hold onto you as we dance in the night
Let me pretend that my dream is yours
That we are together, forever and true.
You are my fantasy, let me dream of you.

that deserves and unreal "GODLIKE!"

[Tribble]

I guess you like it then ?

[RiaX]

maybe i should "borrow it" maybe i can get a couple dates

[Zana]

Thanks hun. It is about unrequited love - about loving someone who they will never tell how they feel - and can only experience it in dreams.

O.k I understand now like someone you may not know or have met in a dream (((hugs)))
Thanks, btw your artwork is complete and it ended up being... odd.. and so i let people find the symbols and code as a competition to do art for them..I hope you enjoy it :-)I did not plan it out that way it "came" like that.
Love and hugs
Danielle

((^_^))

[Tribble]

RiaX, go ahead - see if it does

Zana, thanks so much. Will go to dA to have a look

[Zana]

RiaX, go ahead - see if it does

Zana, thanks so much. Will go to dA to have a look

Thanks

[Tribble]

Zana, I love it - thanks so much hun. Your work is always amazing!

[Zana]

Zana, I love it - thanks so much hun. Your work is always amazing!

Aww I am, glad you did
(((hugs)))

[Lithe_Joint]

Ours is not to reason how...
or why for that matter
Ours is to know the youth
of an incompetent truth

Red wine and beer fails to keep us on the rails...
even if we claw back with teeth and nails!

Confused? Why worry and sorry...
we go about life's funny game
and every day turns out the same.

[Lithe_Joint]

I was wondering about a thread...
one wich could well describe
the mixed emotion of a tribe

Not your everyday stereotypical tribe mind you...
one far closer to the piracy gnome
bringing back fake scents of hone

Fahrenheit and Boss
Poison and Dune
all Makers should sing a different tune

just like music was unjailed
the parfum industry will be exhaled.
Beware!

To those of you who enjoy the flight
the flight of the pen might,
of automatic writing-
WRITING the teachers say-
cheers to you on this day
The plane is unmanned.

[Zana]

Originaly posted on deviantart...
one of my freinds said they apreciate it if it gets posted elsewhere and so I post it on PCF
:love:
its dark and gloomy
anyway

From the wheel in the sky
I see the world hurting, the Earth dying
From the wheel in the sky
I see your souls churning, souls destroying
For you lost your ability to love
For you lost your sensuality in life

From the wheel in the sky
I am the key, four elements derived
The fith in my heart and the sixth above
I turn the wheel, unlock the symbols
I turn the wheel, unlock the times
Then at one point, four events
Four seals, seven voices of song
Then unlock what ever fate you made.

From the wheel in the sky
All I see is agony and pain, false gain
From the wheel in the sky
I see the world turn red, and no one read
Water flows with blood
Fire rains from the sky, and people die
For the sake of humanity
What have you done?

From the wheel in the sky
I see glowing mushrooms bloom, radioactive fume
From the wheel in the sky
The ultimate doom, a dark lost planet in sky, no life why?
From the wheel in the sky
Chaos and confusion in the land, fighting the upper hand
From the wheel in the sky
The sea flowing with poison, blooms of a twisting sun
From the wheel in the sky
Fire rising from ground, a deafening sound all around

From the wheel in the sky
I do see hope, I see dreams,
Your fates turn the opposite way
Your fates lead the wheel to doomsday way
Marek hum le’ dansent shannai Molech en-ei shun Gaia.
“Your human born Beast/Monster slayed the Earth”.

[Tribble]

**removed while I work on it some more **

[Tribble]

lol I guess it is no good. I will scrap it. When people look at it and refuse to post - then you know you are not doing well

[Fanatic-X]

An old poem I wrote a long time ago:

The Nomad
He wanders the world,
In desperate search for sanctity,
He has been set-back by reality,
Everyday he's been treated like a child.

Even when he is searching,
He looks for an everlasting... peace,
He wanders, he searches... yet it is still undiscovered,
Yet everyday he sees an inevitable war.

Even when he is calling,
Calling for someone, to help him discover peace,
He wanders, he searches, he calls... yet, no-one answers,
And everyday he feels the tremendous pain.

Even when he is wandering, searching, calling...
He is still alone, still wandering...
Never knowing, if he will find it,
But still, he lives... everyday.

Wrote this in 2003

[Tribble]

I feel so alone after reading that - well done!

[Fanatic-X]

Thanks...

I lost most of my poetic side after school... which sucks. I loved writing poems.

[RuadRauFlessa]

The Hunt

Black is black, is night is black,
Shades of gray lie in between,
Full of silence so commanding,
Sneaking shadows full unseen.

Black is black, is night is black,
Faces dancing like sweet flowers,
Bright and shaded full of flavour,
Ripe as always for the pickings.

Black is black, is night is black,
Bring me closer to my prey,
Make me hidden from their senses,
This shades of gray their easy prey.

Black is black, is night is black,
Rushing forward till sweetness sweetens,
Crash of fury completely unhindered,
Sweetness spills and night retreats.

Black is black, is night flows red,
Streets are flowing crimson petals,
Beauty sung in hunger sated,
Condemned I find myself depicted,
Full of hatred for the dead.
They lured me so to kill them dead.

[Tribble]

RuadRauFlessa, wow! Poetry too. I am very impressed. I love the imaginary. The repetitive phrases really add to it.

[Fanatic-X]

Will post more poems soon they are old and some of them needs deep thought

[Tribble]

Do we have a place we can post prose? I am writing something - need advice - but not sure where. Can we use this thread too jee?

[Tribble]

I have still not got the rhythm right but this is a first draft of something I am trying. It is not complete. I will be adding to it. I need to know if the idea is good. Crits please.


My thoughts swam through the darkness of the night
Memories merged, twisted and morphed
Tails of emotion slashed the remnants of the day
The sigh, not able to comfort the mind,
Escaped the darkness and found its freedom.
Lost, images formed and melted, danced and faded
I was alone, but peace would not come.

Somewhere in the distance a dog greeted a stranger
His eagerness betrayed his fear
I heard a stone hit the ground and the dog yelped.
Silence.
Monsters formed in the recesses of my mind
Not yet visible, they dominated my thoughts
I felt the urge to scream, to run.
But movement was impossible.

A thought emerged from the chaos
It stood alone, weak, uncertain.
I waited for it to come to my aid
I waited in vain.

[jee]

ahhh that is a wow Tribbs...

i could just feel what you were trying to say...
i was listening to Sophie Zelami - true....


this is a place for thoughts that one want to share....


Share
remember that words paint a picture.

everyone sees the picture differently

[Tribble]

Thanks

It comes in bits and pieces. Is the rhythm really bad or does it only require a few fixes? I am not good with beat in words. I write in emotions and thoughts. Can you help out? I could ask my mother - she is a published poet but then it would be hers, I am sure you understand that?!

[jee]

sometimes the rhythm is important...
other times, the off beat enhances the meaning.

at first i wanted to change your tails to tales..

but then i saw the imagery... and suddenly the suffering became real

I wanted to remove the , after lost....
and then i read it again, and i realised how lost the poet really was.

i will use it if i may
i will not change anything,,, as it speaks to me...
not because i know you
but because it touched something inside.



these are personal opinions - remember that poetry touches people differently...

i said that have i not