Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

How I did feel... and the shape of the poem is supposed to represent a cremation urn.

Instrument

This mechanic semblance, it's not me,
the mirror lies, inane images it chords,
an industrial countenance, it's not me!
My very essence disaccords.

Why am I being lied to?
Every illusion has its holes,
as a wise man rightly said,
your eyes are windows to your soul-

A vehicle that needs fuel to function,
it's mortal nature frightens me,
it seems in this life I know everything,
but inside I’m still that trainee...

I see beyond this animal carcass,
transcending the physical plane,
and here lays the masterpiece,
that the artist always maintains.

As night dawns, the vehicle rests,
but the passenger merely waits-
for I know what's coming,
when this vehicle finally breaks.

I simply rent another one,
and take this journey again,
but avoiding nasty obstacles,
to ensure I face less pain.

"Would You?"


If you thought there’d be no tomorrow,
Would you let me hold you tight?
If you knew you were in danger,
Would you stay within my sight?

If you thought you wouldn’t make it,
Would you let me hold your hand?
Would you reach out for my grasp
If you stood on sinking sand?

Would you listen if I told you
That everything would be alright?
Would you follow me through the dark
If I said I could see the light?

Would you let me keep you safe
Through the good times and the bad?
Would you let me give you joy
If I ever saw you sad?

Would you consider what I’ve asked you
In what it is I've said?
And would you tell me yes or no
When you know within your head?

Would you?

This Ugly Yet Beautiful World
Little Tree, Little tree, why won’t you sprout?
From your seed to your roots, why do you doubt?
Trust me, my friend, and wait and see.
One day you’ll grow beyond me.
You’ll climb and turn, changing your thoughts.
When the sun rises on that day, you’ll see a cue.
You’ll turn to see, and change your views.
So trust me, little tree.
One day you’ll understand, this
Ugly Yet Beautiful World.

(Cont.)

As your leaves are green,
So is the greed of this world.
They’ll come for your body, and burn your head.
They’ll take your treasures and murder for the right,
To be rich, for just one night.
Before another one comes, and ends with a knife.
The world will keep turning, not caring for one lost soul.
But We do, little tree, come up here, and sit, next to me.
Above, that Ugly Yet Beautiful World.

If it is okay, I'd like to post another.

So many options for this Life,
I could serve the world or end all strife.
I could entertain them all and express my mind.
Or I could go searching, and may even find.
I could write about all loves aches,
Or wait here thinking until I break.
I know I am an Artist, true to my self,
but the world only wants my wealth.
Who am I,
if I am Not me?
Who will I be,
with this uncertainty?

Originally Posted by SilverJay

So many options for this Life,
I could serve the world or end all strife.
I could entertain them all and express my mind.
Or I could go searching, and may even find.
I could write about all loves aches,
Or wait here thinking until I break.
I know I am an Artist, true to my self,
but the world only wants my wealth.
Who am I,
if I am Not me?
Who will I be,
with this uncertainty?

Wow, dude... can I rip off these lyrics and put them to music? (As in, write a song around them?)

Haha. Appreciate the compliment man, but your music should be about expressing yourself. How my poems, are to me.
Art isn't made for the people, it's made for the artist's own expression.

If this does apply to you though, go ahead and use it a bit, just lend a bit of credit to me.

Originally Posted by SilverJay

Haha. Appreciate the compliment man, but your music should be about expressing yourself. How my poems, are to me.
Art isn't made for the people, it's made for the artist's own expression.
If this does apply to you though, go ahead and use it a bit, just lend a bit of credit to me.

Yeah, that's that thing about me as an artist. It's paradoxical and borderline hypocritical but I've found that, while quite good at expressing myself, others commonly will express my own opinion just as well I could have (or sometimes even better).
It's especially ironic in this case, since the words themselves are about being true to self (a point I stress heavily), and yet... they aren't mine.
Ah, well. Such is the life of the artist, ne?

Thanks for the offer. Maybe one day you'll hear your words sung by a stranger and well meet.

If I may post another? Not as song-worthy, but still expressant. Mainly: Will You Be Remembered? What do you want to be remembered by?

I take a long look at my life filled with majesty,
Wondering if it was worth all this time.
Does this have to be such a tragedy?
It could all end in the toss of a dime.

What will the world remember me by?
Will they say that I even tried?

I will lead a strong life, and leave my mark.
Shine a light in this world, and shine in the dark.
That is my plan,
to be remembered, in this land.

What will the world remember me by?
They will know my Will, and that I survive.

Originally Posted by SilverJay

If I may post another? Not as song-worthy, but still expressant. Mainly: Will You Be Remembered? What do you want to be remembered by?

I take a long look at my life filled with majesty,
Wondering if it was worth all this time.
Does this have to be such a tragedy?
It could all end in the toss of a dime.

What will the world remember me by?
Will they say that I even tried?

I will lead a strong life, and leave my mark.
Shine a light in this world, and shine in the dark.
That is my plan,
to be remembered, in this land.

What will the world remember me by?
They will know my Will, and that I survive.

Touching.

There is so much to be explored
Pristine wonders yearning to be adored
So much ability to find within
Chances to realize life as a reward

In search of a mythical beast of flight
The shining dark is revealed through it's sight
Fortitude is key on this wild frontier
For demons of peril that lurk around night

Life is a journey, not a set thing
There is no telling what the future will bring
Embrace the mystery with a fun-loving heart
And watch the life around you spring

of these many life times
i've not once held your hand
you don't need me
and you never will. idiot

Don't click this.
You're wasting your time.
Because this isn't a dream--
at least, it's not mine.
I'm praying for Bigfoot
to come take me away.

I've heard the stories.

He has compassion for
the lonely women,
left at home
to do the dishes.
Their tears he swallows
with soft dark eyes.
He takes their pain from them,
and shows them a new life.

Wow, I'm really impressed with the pool of talent in this thread. Keep it up Dreamers!


There are those who are wiser than I,
Who shake their fist at the sky,
Tear out their hair and let out a cry,

And I know I don't know a lot,
About all the fights being fought,
or the all the lies being taught,

And I guess I should listen to those who know better than me,
Who say we are eating the apples of the poisoned tree,
And that we'd all be better at the bottom of the sea,

But the sun is shining brightly today,
And try as I might I can't hear them say,
That everything is doomed and gray.

Words just don't seem enough,
To turn these smooth seas rough,
And frankly, I've called the bluff.

I think I'll go lay out on the grass,
And with my love just let the day pass,
Until the silver stars come out en mass.
Everyone else...just go kiss my ass.

A friend of mine woke up at 2:30 this morning with the following running through her head (could have been from a dream??):

-

I love what I dare not want.
But for love, I dare to want what I cannot have.
What I dare not have.
For how can I take that which I cannot give in return?
It would be a crime, a sin against nature and God himself.
I have no hope to gain what I have already lost, I gave it up, without knowing the cost.
Foolish child that I was, I gave what I could not gain back.
Ignorant child that I was, I knew not what I'd lost.
Now, selfish adult I may be, to want so much when I offer nothing.
I must stand back, and watch from afar, never to play the games which aren't mine.
Secret part of me hidden inside, wishes for someone to take my hand.
The soft warmth of an equal, given up with the rest.
To tell me its alright.
That I can stay.
Even though I've thrown away my ticket, and lost my golden key, you won't send me away.
Because though I'll turn away, though this punishment is purely self-inflicted, we all can not help but want for the promise of forgiveness from those we are surrounded by, and though I may turn down the offer, to join in with adult games, I feel a small lift off my heart, to know, that some one, would let me take, what I cannot return.

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Originally Posted by Signet

A friend of mine woke up at 2:30 this morning with the following running through her head (could have been from a dream??):

-

I love what I dare not want.
But for love, I dare to want what I cannot have.
What I dare not have.
For how can I take that which I cannot give in return?
It would be a crime, a sin against nature and God himself.
I have no hope to gain what I have already lost, I gave it up, without knowing the cost.
Foolish child that I was, I gave what I could not gain back.
Ignorant child that I was, I knew not what I'd lost.
Now, selfish adult I may be, to want so much when I offer nothing.
I must stand back, and watch from afar, never to play the games which aren't mine.
Secret part of me hidden inside, wishes for someone to take my hand.
The soft warmth of an equal, given up with the rest.
To tell me its alright.
That I can stay.
Even though I've thrown away my ticket, and lost my golden key, you won't send me away.
Because though I'll turn away, though this punishment is purely self-inflicted, we all can not help but want for the promise of forgiveness from those we are surrounded by, and though I may turn down the offer, to join in with adult games, I feel a small lift off my heart, to know, that some one, would let me take, what I cannot return.

-

This is very eloquent, nice write.

Nothing will make me forget
The beauty, the wonder, you can get
From pure, unfiltered observation
Of the natural universe's configuration

Boring as it may seem now
I will never forgive myself to stray
And see its influence manifest in an alienated light
Because I didn't have the patience to stay

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is hard
Boobs.

have you ever had motives as sticky as the dried cola on the floor,
as volatile as lighter fluid in your zippo,
my intent is as dried up and worn as my favorite wallet, it's leather
bound and tethered to the sphere by staples through my toes
you won't hear me whimper as all those red ants crawl back into their hole
i've winded down and licked some wounds that don't heal
ducked into crevices that don't nurture the soul
but the help was always there
like a silver cold mallet in the temple, almost enjoyable.

Sitting alone, all others despise her
She's done nothing, they've done everything
Trying her hardest, yet keeps her cool
A social creature, loneliness stings

A friend's all she wants, someone to care
Who won't hate, mock, or laugh at her
On the outside nice, kind to even hatred
On the inside dead, crying out from anger

But a certain knowledge is elusive
Hiding in plain sight and she's the minority
There's me, him; her and her, too
Yet leaving is first priority
Why?

Originally Posted by Burke

Sitting alone, all others despise her
She's done nothing, they've done everything
Trying her hardest, yet keeps her cool
A social creature, loneliness stings

A friend's all she wants, someone to care
Who won't hate, mock, or laugh at her
On the outside nice, kind to even hatred
On the inside dead, crying out from anger

But a certain knowledge is elusive
Hiding in plain sight and she's the minority
There's me, him; her and her, too
Yet leaving is first priority
Why?

;_;

Sitting alone, all others despair
Mutual imperturbableness is ever rare

holy crap i learned a new word.

she is being stalked
this fine, luscious mound of flesh
i will eat her spleen

Originally Posted by greenhavoc

she is being stalked
this fine, luscious mound of flesh
i will eat her spleen

Just when I think I've seen how weird you can get...