Poetry or Writing

[SentraGirl]

On the contrary Darkness, I really liked your poetry. I still haven't found my book but I'm looking Thank you for the support, by the way.

[SentraGirl]

He walks a midst the stars of night,
He beams a bright celestial light.
To set my lonely heart of lame,
At just a mention of his name.
And helplessly, I float away,
I'm swept along confusion bay.
I'm drifting past the shore of chance,
Where happy hearts together dance.
A whirlpool of forbidden thoughts,
Where love's strong current has me caught.
I smash upon the rocks of doubt,
Defenselss, I am tossed about.
I'm trapped within a sea of tears,
I'm rocked by violent waves of fears.
My boat is broken by the tide,
My longing passions all subside.
I'm emptied into a pool of calm,
To watch the water sweep my qualms.
Away in the depths of loss,
And with despair, they twist and toss.
And on the bank, in Angel's light,
His smile illuminates the night.

[texan]

God, I haven't written in forever and wasn't any good to begin with, but here's the first two I ever wrote...


--drink--
the mind flows.
the clouds break.
this drunken haze is always a creative state.
The hunger deepens, unsatisfied
as I try once more to turn the tide.
And the mind flies high as my body spins down
unchained this way and totally unbound.
Then she comes again, her sweetness on my tongue
while I pause for a moment, the torture undone.
And slowly, too slowly, she finds her way down
with the warmth of her kiss I can feel all around.
Lovely is she, and with such simple purity I love her.
I love her, but how can that be?
As I ponder this question, there comes a realization
she has never been the object of my infatuation.
And then, just then, when my answer finally comes,
the mind flies high and my hunger slowly dies.


--alone--
That empty feeling grows again
and threatens to tear away her mind.
So she tries to escape just one more day,
but its only a matter of time.
Yet these fearful thoughts are too familiar
to take her by surprise,
soft and sweet and simple she may be,
but with this she’s all to wise.
And her dreams would come so blessedly
at a hopeless time like this.
With the warmth that dances through her head
of life in eternal bliss.
And here is why she struggles on,
yet always seems to miss
all she’s really looking for
is one true heartfelt kiss.

[darkness]

OK Sentra as I said don't ever doubt yours aren't very good. I really liked that one.

and Texan I liked yours as well. and welcome to the poetry thread.

heres a nice quick one

Waiting Behind
One day I found you were sad
I heard I was the reason
But today I'll see you glad
for right now is your season
And if you should need a hand
or a friend to treat you kind
Turn around from where you stand
I shall be waiting behind.

[SentraGirl]

I really liked those Texan:flash:

[SentraGirl]

Life, ... what does it truly mean?
Does it mean love and happiness,
Or defeat and sadness?
Does it involve loving or hating,
Stating or debating?
What does this word nobody knows the meaning of mean?
Is it made of good times or bad?
When are you joyful,
When are you sad?
What are you judged by?
When are you accepted or ignored?
Who determines your popularity,
Who determines your prosperity?
What determines how much your loved or hated?
Is it you ... or is it them?
So many questions, so little time.
So many thoughts and feelings, yet no one wants to share.
So ... you tell me the true meaning of life.
You tell me how you have a good one or a bad?
Or really, can these questions be answered?
It's all up to you, ... so you, you tell me!

[texan]

Well thanks for the compliments, it's been awhile since anyone has read these. Pretty much everything in this thread is good stuff. Two more...

--perfect--
Sweetness falls from the innocence that held her tight
and everything I know says let her go
but that’s never gonna feel quite right
Because no matter what I say, no matter how I fight,
We both know I can’t stand to be alone tonight.
So she strides away so confidently
not realizing it’s me she can’t see
she’s fallen out of my heart
-she’s history-
but does she have any idea what she’s done to me?


--taken--
I was the throbbing, fleeting, vitality of youth
till mortalities well ran dry.
I devoured the tastes and smells of life
cause I knew strong souls still die.
Yet when the vast entangled world
left me cold and still,
I never thought to say goodbye
to the gifts it had revealed.

[SentraGirl]

Love

Love, what a complicated belief.
Some have grief, while others express relief.
Love is something not many can explain,
It sometimes drive many people completely insane.
People are either loved or hated,
Accepted or denied
People with depression, usually don't know why.
Do you know the answer?
Can you answer why so many live and healthy people commit suicide?
Is it because of them or the people they meet?
Can someone really answer all these questions of why?
Is there a real answer, or just a bunch of excuses and lies?
Now take this into consideration, and think is there an answer?
Sorry to leave you hanging, but this is how the poem ends.
Just like many people's lives remain unfilled and incomplete in the very end.


Prom Night

Love me tender
Love me sweet
Love me all night
Sweep me off my feet

[darkness]

The Rage

He is very quiet
keeps his emotions to himself
nothing seems to affect him
Always calm and happy
but this is only a cover
nobody know the struggle
that rages on inside
everything is bottled up
his anger and frustration
his sadness and his pain
it grows and builds
only his will keeps it in check
he cannot allow himself to break
to do so would cause chaos
an unconfined fury
but he can never release it
it would drive him insane
his sould becoming empty
a dark void dead of emotion
he longs to care
hopes to once feel love
but the hope is draining
leaving him alone
in a cloud of despair
he does not know where to turn
must he face this alone
standing only with his will
becoming as hard as steel
and just as cold
as the rage roars on
tearing him asunder
from the inside out.

[grimmy]

hello again darkness hows it going buddy?
sorry I haven't posted for a few days... I just bought gt3 so i've been a little preoccupied

i would like to thank you sentragirl and texan for posting your creations here. now the thread feels alive, not just darkness and i writing for eachother... as it were

sentragirl most of my poems were written when i was 18 and 19 so don't think you are any less of a poet due to lack of experience for truly it is the begining of this craft when you have the most creativity. you will look back one day and amaze yourself with the things you have written. granted i have looked back and seen a lot of crap among my poems but there were also some realy good ones whose style i can no longer return to.

i realy reay liked feelings
and texan your poem taken knocked me for a loop it was amazing

so here is my next one
it is a song i've been working on

commets coming
people running
sing a song and say goodbye

crimsons churning
yellows burning
watch the sun melt thru the sky

wholy praying
buildings swaying
flashing lights they burn my eye

horses flying
'ternaly trying
just lay down and dont be shy

the end is near but dont be scared
'cause lives aren't lost when lives are shared
with judgement gone and sense impared
so many lost and no one cared

fissures flaming
stones a raining
up and down the earth will die

fires raging
deathset staging
how'd we make the mountains cry

confusion storming
anarchy forming
what could cause such sad dismay

elements clashing
forces smashing
midnight hour burns bright as day

the end is near but don't be scared
'cause lives aren't lost when lives are shared
with judgement gone and sense impared
so many lost and no one cared
no one cared
no one cared

[SentraGirl]

Absolutely awesome song Grimmy. I really liked it a lot and thank you for the encouragement, the only thing is I only seem to create when I am sad.

[darkness]

same here Sentra. most of mine have been written when I was sad.

It was just a party of my life that I went through, I still there a little, but it's gotten a lot better.

[darkness]

oh and I liked that one grimmy.

[grimmy]

have you learned how to make yourself sad yet?

[SentraGirl]

I don't have to learn how to make myself sad, it seems to be a natural thing for me lately. It's hard going from teenager to adult