Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

I really loved your poem Dragon,you made me feel so small ! But OPTIMISTIC!

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Daily routine
But am I really a computer?
Programmed by an uneducated programmer?
I am human
I make mistakes
But I try to change them
Into something beautiful
I usually fail
But I try and try again
Until something meaningful happens
And I awake
Fully concious of what goes on
I am in charge of my life

Originally Posted by oneiroer

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Daily routine
But am I really a computer?
Programmed by an uneducated programmer?
I am human
I make mistakes
But I try to change them
Into something beautiful
I usually fail
But I try and try again
Until something meaningful happens
And I awake
Fully concious of what goes on
I am in charge of my life

Someone's lucid 2night

I wish I could become a bird
And fly my life away!
I wish I could become one wth the sky
I wish not to have a single thought
No memories no ties just fly!
Fly fly fly
I wish not to see a single plane
To remind me that I'm not alone in the sky
I wish I could spread my wings and fly
Become one with the sky
Erase delete that I have been a human
Who only felt despair,misery,sadness
Witnessed a war that was far from fair
Fly high fly high
Could I become a blind bird!
Not to see that the pure sky the fresh air
Would be no longer there!
They are here for you birds!
They are everywhere
Vultures polluting the the air!
Fly fly or shutdown and die

"Cioppino"

When I drink it and savor,
The first burst of flavor
Comes from the tomater.

Then comes the shellfish's mineraly
Salty tongue tingly
Which touches that part
Of my heart
That's still in love with the sea.

The Shards of Stained Glass

Stare upon this creation of human idolization!
See each shard of the wall.
See all the ones you revere
plastered in their spoiled residence!
Watch as I shatter each picture.
Let each fragment fall.
Oh, your screams of agony!
Insanity.
Instability.
Hopelessness.
Your screams are pointless.
You are screaming at broken glass.
Why are you screaming at something which doesn't even live?
Was it because I destroyed a piece of valueless art?
Or did I destroy a part of you?
I saw you descend into delirium.
I expected you would.
I did...
Just symptoms of first release.
First clarification.
First reveal.
First Armageddon.
Everything you knew came from this wall.
All of them had been lies.
No more illusions to keep you blind.
No more rumors to keep you deaf.
No more anesthesia to keep you numb.
Only knowledge...
Great knowledge.
Terrible knowledge.
Fearful knowledge.
Forbidden knowledge.
I have cursed you into binding,
yet you have never been more free.
Still,
some haze remains over your eyes.
The haze continues to taint you.
To haunt you.
You're still lost in past memories.
Memories which are broken,
just like you are now.
I see you tremble
with each word I say.
Every syllable,
every letter,
burns into your soul,
ripping out the darkest memories from within you.
The shard of glass
within your hand,
made of the mirage which I have shattered.
It holds power.
Immense power.
Not because of the broken heroes in the glass,
but because of the one who holds it.
A world lies in your hands.
The hands of a madman.
What you do with that shard,
determines that world's fate.
Alas, I'll let you choose.
I shall not remove the power you pertain.
What ever path you choose,
I will let be.
Will time run out?
Or will it continue to flow?
Will your actions be a result of justice?
Or will it be from derangement?
Mercy?
Or weakness?
The crossroads of destiny lie here.
May you choose the path with no remorse.
...
...
...
Ah,
it seems you have made your choice.
I now lie here
red like roses under a full moon.
You have now reached the eye of a storm.
Life has kissed me
with knowledge so sweet
and so bitter too.
Now my legacy ends,
in a lunatic kingdom.
My world will be burned in an inferno.
My story engraved in obsidian stone.
Living eternally in lies of others,
never reaching death.
Forever written a villain,
and never a hero.
Such a fate I am blessed with,
to never gain what I do not deserve.
To never be looked up as perfection.
To never be puppeteered by the strings laced in venom.
To never be corrupted by the ones I care for.
To never do wrong from doing right.
When these stained glass windows are repaired,
your portrait will be among them.
A future as a hero,
you will pursue,
a curse worst than what I could ever bestow.
In eternal debt to others,
you will remain.
The next stained glass hero...
Live a masquerade of pain.

You have met a terrible fate, haven't you?



Authors Note* This poem took a much different turn (and much longer) than expected. Because of this, I will make a second poem which ties into this one. It will probably clear up some confusion you guys may have. However, another reason why there will be two poems is because I'm curious what you guys will interpret this poem as on its own. I am very proud of what I have done and hope to see what you guys think of it. Until next time...

Originally Posted by Amedee

I really loved your poem Dragon,you made me feel so small ! But OPTIMISTIC!

Welp, the next one's sure gonna be a downer to you then...

dragon,it's morning over here and you made me cry it seems that you have summed up my life in this poem and i feel so sad holding that shard of glass in my hand as I'm now standing near the eye of the storm ,I love ,hate this poem ok I must cry some more!

I will not revere what become of human creation
I will close my eyes and not stare at this abomination
I will despise what they represent and their twisted imagination
I will deny their existence and their mighty association
I will stand up and fight and not give in to their machinations
I will scream and my scream will be one of relief and purification
Insanity,instability,hopelessness will be my justification
I will scream yes because you destroyed my beliefs my art
My religion and a divine creation
Yes I descended into delirium and you planned that I would
That's not clarification
Great knowledge,terrible knowledge,fearful knowledge that's what enlightened me
I will fight I will not bind to your despicable tyranny
I will take the shade that's over my eyes I will curse you
You will descend into hell and I will be gloriously free
I will rekindle my memories I will dream again
I will make certain that I will be in command of my destiny
Yes every word you wrote every syllable every letter burned my soul
But you gloated! You committed a sin that awakened a dormant fire
Fire that will burn any powe you have pertained
I will take the road of justice vengeance is not my aim
I will be the judge who will decide your destiny
Cause my pain is real and will always remain
I will be the hero
I will let you drown in your own venom
That's your fate villain
And others will be in an eternal debt to me
For I rid them of an evil entity
My portrait will be hanged high not among mortals
But with stars adorning a clement sky!

Dragon you are the BEST!

Something for you Ophelia,I love sea food but this dish reminded of a French song that I learned when I was little ,
Sorry it's in French and here it goes,
Escargot Berlingot Montre moi tes cornes.
Aussitot je te met dans ma casserole
Hope you like it

Originally Posted by Amedee

dragon,it's morning over here and you made me cry it seems that you have summed up my life in this poem and i feel so sad holding that shard of glass in my hand as I'm now standing near the eye of the storm ,I love ,hate this poem ok I must cry some more!

Originally Posted by Amedee

Dragon you are the BEST!

Hehe, your words are so sweet. It's comments like this which really make me happy. I'm so glad that you were able see yourself inside this poem. It really makes me want to write the second part right now, but alas, I lack the time. Thanks for you kind words!

How to write a poem?
I wish I could, inspired by this thread
Nothing comes to mind nor to my head
Lonely words, lonely phrases
Unpaired unfollowed
Wicked, Godless, unhallowed
Catching fire losing pants
Flying higher clapping hands
Nonsense galore, cookies abundant
Konkense kacore, hoopies redundant

That's a poem I succeeded I did it
How do I know it?
Read it, just read it!

Keep up the good work Ginsan!i will try to get back to you with another poem as soon as I can!

This poem is not great, not great
I'm not a poet, not by far
A child could do this, age eight
I can't rhyme to save my life
And I don't care about a date
My aim is only to amuse you
To put a smile on your face
I don't think you need it
I don't think you're bored
But still, if I succeded then that would be great

When am I gonna learn what's valuable
Material things or a piece of paper that always turns me down
This is where good intentions are not enough
This is where I decide to take control
I'd rather have something than nothing
A piece of paper that always turns me down is not the way to live
I quit

with your mind or your head
Just follow this thread
I'm sure you'll understand
To write a poem you must have a pen
Ginsan
You succeed you made me smile
Writing back is a bribe
So follow my rhyme
I can't be bored,I'm hyper
I didn't eat a lizard I ate a viper
Your poetry inspired me
And that's a novelty!
Don't take it personally
I'm joking naturally! .........

I loved that, that's wonderful Amadee

horror is what you see in the eyes of children
Overseas
Deception is what you get when you allow yourself
To forget
So don't be naive and believe that hope will
Save you from evil beings
Decency is valuable in a world of deceit
Arm yourself with patience and take control
With A pen and a piece of paper
You will get wisdom and crash them all
Look ahead and don't leave your good intentions
Behind
Life is short so don't quit and let others brag!
It's for you ONEiROER.

A singer on stage, with nerves and all
An audience quiet, all in all
She pours her heart into the air
Melodies dancing with grace and flair
Spirits enchanted, souls spellbound
All who listen drool like a hound
Phrases flow, notes come and go
All is beautiful, until oh no!

Our singer slips and falls
As a samurai's blade, silence cuts through the halls

All because of one fruit
The cleaner loses his wage
Sitting humbly near her foot
A banana peel on the stage

A shift in conciousness
I chose to be my current self
I take hold of the reigns life has to offer
And take a new direction
Some people might have had something to do with the wrongs in my life
But now I will make what wrongs are in my life right

I'm unconsciously plugged into the system
Uninspired cause I hear the same thing every day
So I shut off the music
Tune inwards
And embrace the day without all the noise
I remember to calm myself down
When things are out of order
I remember to live life without fear
I'm preparing to lucid dream
And find out who I really am

Wish I could turn my ideas into lyrics. Could someone help me? Then I'd be able to sing with some practice in my music...

imposing,disposing ,contorting the truth
Leading Us through a tunnel wishing to
Reach light but alas ! It's end is a maze
who would understand their Machiavellian ways?
So boys and girls refrain from feeling
Joy or pain
Do not look into each other's eyes
Hoping to see fright or delight!
You're here for only a short stay
And they ruined it in every way!



So enjoy what is left of your programmed life
And don't forget to turn off the light !

The banana peel was an excuse
She thought she could boldly refuse
an offer to sing and play their tunes
No more songs to nourish the soul
She should sing lyrics to promote
M mind control!
That is the game today
That is the way to play
She wants to be famous she has to pay
No need to poor her heart nor her soul
She could lip sing for all they care
You said notes comes and go the audience
Is mesmerized by her beauty and self control
They didn't understand a word she sang
They were to drunk to care!