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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 11:21:13 GMT -5
This thread is for fans to discuss and showcase poetry they've written or favorites of theirs from other authors. Don't be shy, we won't judge. Really, we won't! I'll start with one of mine I wrote while I was in school. I was a decent poet when I was a younger, but haven't paid much attention to it for awhile. Maybe this thread will get those creative juices flowing again. Some might have seen this on another site, some might not. Here goes: On a hill where I layThe evening sun bids the sky good-bye I watch in awe as the birds of heaven fly The night is creeping upon me Soon darkness is all that will be I love this time of day As the sun slips quietly away To be tucked away in the ebony sky To come again as the moon bids good-bye On this hill where I lay In the closing hours of the day In serenity and quiet solitude I gaze in vacant thought and pensive mood The night has finally come And the stars -- I see some Another fraction of visual delight Being generously lavished upon my sight But I must bid them all good-bye Reluctantly though with a sigh For off to bed I must be Away from this marvel that brings pleasure to me Yet tomorrow comes another day That brings delight in its own special way On the hill there I will be Enveloped in beauty with my soul set free
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Post by jennifer on Oct 21, 2014 12:17:30 GMT -5
This thread is for fans to discuss and showcase poetry they've written or favorites of theirs from other authors. Don't be shy, we won't judge. Really, we won't! I'll start with one of mine I wrote while I was in school. I was a decent poet when I was a younger, but haven't paid much attention to it for awhile. Maybe this thread will get those creative juices flowing again. Some might have seen this on another site, some might not. Here goes: On a hill where I layThe evening sun bids the sky good-bye I watch in awe as the birds of heaven fly The night is creeping upon me Soon darkness is all that will be I love this time of day As the sun slips quietly away To be tucked away in the ebony sky To come again as the moon bids good-bye On this hill where I lay In the closing hours of the day In serenity and quiet solitude I gaze in vacant thought and pensive mood The night has finally come And the stars -- I see some Another fraction of visual delight Being generously lavished upon my sight But I must bid them all good-bye Reluctantly though with a sigh For off to bed I must be Away from this marvel that brings pleasure to me Yet tomorrow comes another day That brings delight in its own special way On the hill there I will be Enveloped in beauty with my soul set free Really beautiful, @dman24. The imagery makes me want to lie down at twilight and watch the world go by. Is this version of poetry "rhyming couplets?" I don't remember the conventions anymore. Thank you for starting this thread.
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Oct 21, 2014 13:01:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 13:01:11 GMT -5
This thread is for fans to discuss and showcase poetry they've written or favorites of theirs from other authors. Don't be shy, we won't judge. Really, we won't! I'll start with one of mine I wrote while I was in school. I was a decent poet when I was a younger, but haven't paid much attention to it for awhile. Maybe this thread will get those creative juices flowing again. Some might have seen this on another site, some might not. Here goes: On a hill where I layThe evening sun bids the sky good-bye I watch in awe as the birds of heaven fly The night is creeping upon me Soon darkness is all that will be I love this time of day As the sun slips quietly away To be tucked away in the ebony sky To come again as the moon bids good-bye On this hill where I lay In the closing hours of the day In serenity and quiet solitude I gaze in vacant thought and pensive mood The night has finally come And the stars -- I see some Another fraction of visual delight Being generously lavished upon my sight But I must bid them all good-bye Reluctantly though with a sigh For off to bed I must be Away from this marvel that brings pleasure to me Yet tomorrow comes another day That brings delight in its own special way On the hill there I will be Enveloped in beauty with my soul set free Really beautiful, @dman24. The imagery makes me want to lie down at twilight and watch the world go by. Is this version of poetry "rhyming couplets?" I don't remember the conventions anymore. Thank you for starting this thread. Thanks. I always wanted to start a poetry thread but never got around to it. I finally decided to do it and I'm glad I did. Hopefully everyone can contribute something, whether it's their own poetry, favorite poems, or authors they like. I don't have any formal training in poetry, so I don't know what "rhyming couplets" is. But I have read a few books about it and know a few terms, but sadly, most of those are forgotten. I don't necessarily write in any particular structure; if any, it's most likely free verse, but I'm not one hundred percent sure on that. I've always had a slight gift in the creative department, and poetry was just one of the many ways of expressing that gift. Thanks again for the compliments.
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Post by jennifer on Oct 22, 2014 9:12:07 GMT -5
Really beautiful, @dman24. The imagery makes me want to lie down at twilight and watch the world go by. Is this version of poetry "rhyming couplets?" I don't remember the conventions anymore. Thank you for starting this thread. Thanks. I always wanted to start a poetry thread but never got around to it. I finally decided to do it and I'm glad I did. Hopefully everyone can contribute something, whether it's their own poetry, favorite poems, or authors they like. I don't have any formal training in poetry, so I don't know what "rhyming couplets" is. But I have read a few books about it and know a few terms, but sadly, most of those are forgotten. I don't necessarily write in any particular structure; if any, it's most likely free verse, but I'm not one hundred percent sure on that. I've always had a slight gift in the creative department, and poetry was just one of the many ways of expressing that gift. Thanks again for the compliments. I don't really know anything about structure, either @dman24. For some reason that term popped into my head. Here's one I wrote last year. It's a little out of context because it was part of a short story, but anyway, here goes: Emerge for your last time Give this day all your heart Your name has grown through the years Thinking about our sorrows Aching, too tired to find you I’ll get there one day So I leave you here Like light tearing apart Twelve years…gone I fall in love again, inside out light on fire burst into flames How can my tears fall up to the stars above to meet you again?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 10:23:18 GMT -5
Thanks. I always wanted to start a poetry thread but never got around to it. I finally decided to do it and I'm glad I did. Hopefully everyone can contribute something, whether it's their own poetry, favorite poems, or authors they like. I don't have any formal training in poetry, so I don't know what "rhyming couplets" is. But I have read a few books about it and know a few terms, but sadly, most of those are forgotten. I don't necessarily write in any particular structure; if any, it's most likely free verse, but I'm not one hundred percent sure on that. I've always had a slight gift in the creative department, and poetry was just one of the many ways of expressing that gift. Thanks again for the compliments. I don't really know anything about structure, either @dman24. For some reason that term popped into my head. Here's one I wrote last year. It's a little out of context because it was part of a short story, but anyway, here goes: Emerge for your last time Give this day all your heart Your name has grown through the years Thinking about our sorrows Aching, too tired to find you I’ll get there one day So I leave you here Like light tearing apart Twelve years…gone I fall in love again, inside out light on fire burst into flames How can my tears fall up to the stars above to meet you again? Wow! Very nice jennifer. Keep it up.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 20:05:16 GMT -5
Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite poets and author. His various works are very well-known, but my absolute favorite of his is his classic poem -- "The Raven." It's a brilliant work of art, and it never ceases to amaze me despite how many times I read it. A truly great poem.
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more.'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,' I shrieked, upstarting-
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 16:52:26 GMT -5
This is another one of mine:
As I lay in bed
As I lay in bed Thoughts arise in my head From whence they come I do not know But they seep in ever so slow
One after the other One, two, three, and then another Continuous as the stars that shine They enter and linger in my mind Some good, some bad Some happy, others sad
I listen To these thoughts that hissen The good ones I keep They mingle in my mind as I sleep
The next day These thoughts as I lay Come back to me What could they be? Of course -- poetry!
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Oct 24, 2014 7:19:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 7:19:56 GMT -5
This poem is sort of provocative. But we're all adults here... right? (It's mine BTW) FireI kissed her lips They ached for more I kissed them again They rosed up as before I gently caressed her breast As soft as summer cotton They stood the test My thoughts now forgotten I looked deep into her eyes She knew what came next Our souls began to materialize While our bodies prepared for sex And as we rode beneath the sheet Our two worlds became one And in that passion and unbearable heat We exploded into a sun The deed now done In my arms she rested My heart this maiden won And my love -- well invested.
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Oct 24, 2014 20:15:10 GMT -5
Post by jennifer on Oct 24, 2014 20:15:10 GMT -5
This poem is sort of provocative. But we're all adults here... right? (It's mine BTW) FireI kissed her lips They ached for more I kissed them again They rosed up as before I gently caressed her breast As soft as summer cotton They stood the test My thoughts now forgotten I looked deep into her eyes She knew what came next Our souls began to materialize While our bodies prepared for sex And as we rode beneath the sheet Our two worlds became one And in that passion and unbearable heat We exploded into a sun The deed now done In my arms she rested My heart this maiden won And my love -- well invested. I'm not old enough for this one @dman24. Seriously, thank you for sharing your poetry. You really ought to send some out to magazines and poetry journals. I looked up how to do that one time, and you can find a list of places that accept unsolicited pieces. If you prefer to write as a creative outlet, then carry on. I like your work.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 9:16:11 GMT -5
This poem is sort of provocative. But we're all adults here... right? (It's mine BTW) FireI kissed her lips They ached for more I kissed them again They rosed up as before I gently caressed her breast As soft as summer cotton They stood the test My thoughts now forgotten I looked deep into her eyes She knew what came next Our souls began to materialize While our bodies prepared for sex And as we rode beneath the sheet Our two worlds became one And in that passion and unbearable heat We exploded into a sun The deed now done In my arms she rested My heart this maiden won And my love -- well invested. I'm not old enough for this one @dman24. Seriously, thank you for sharing your poetry. You really ought to send some out to magazines and poetry journals. I looked up how to do that one time, and you can find a list of places that accept unsolicited pieces. If you prefer to write as a creative outlet, then carry on. I like your work. Thanks for the compliments jennifer. I mainly write (or used to) as a creative outlet, so I'm not that interested in pursuing other avenues with my poems. (But once I did send one of my poems to a poetry contest, and I think it was published, though I'm not entirely sure on that.) I'm glad you enjoyed it though, cause that is part of having any sort of talent: it's not just for your enjoyment, it's for others as well.
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Oct 27, 2014 9:12:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 9:12:48 GMT -5
This is another one of my favorite poems. It's called "She dwelt among the untrodden ways", and it's by the great English Poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850). It deals with themes most of us are familiar with: unrequited love... and more accurately hidden love/desire. We've all had "crushes" throughout our lifetimes (my avatar pretty much sums that up), and most of those go unfulfilled, but when that person dies, it leaves a hole in you that never really heals. Hopefully that doesn't happen anytime soon, but this poem is a reminder of that possibility -- not only of the tragedy of that death, but the sometimes crushing despair of the unrequited love.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
---Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 12:37:52 GMT -5
This poem by Robert Frost is an American classic, and one of my absolute favorites. I can recite it without thinking. I love it's simple yet profound lesson of not taking the time to enjoy the things around you. There's a great deal of beauty out there just waiting for us, if only we took the time to acknowledge it. Timeless lesson, especially in the seemingly busy world we live in today.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 28, 2014 21:34:55 GMT -5
I actually write drabbles on tumblr if anyone is every interested in reading them midnightruby is the name Sent from my SM-G900T using proboards
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Oct 28, 2014 22:12:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 22:12:38 GMT -5
I actually write drabbles on tumblr if anyone is every interested in reading them midnightruby is the name Sent from my SM-G900T using proboards I have no idea what drabbles mean. Is that similar to doodles but in word form? Anyway, why not share one of your poems here, or if you're shy, why not one of your favorites from another author. I would love to see that... "midnightruby!"
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Post by Ruby on Oct 29, 2014 17:48:01 GMT -5
@dman24 yea they are like quotes/poem types. usually about love stuff lol heres one In the midst of distraction and noise, my mind is locked on your memory. I’ll smile, laugh, converse and engage in discussions but all I am thinking about is the next moment I can talk and laugh with you. it’s the hardest when I am alone with my thoughts. My mind runs wild with memories of your embrace, the intensity of the way you look at me that tells me more then what you would ever dare say out loud. or the way your face lights up when you truly smile. I hear your adorable chuckle when you laugh, and smell your scent on my skin. I see the passion in your eyes when you speak about something you have learned and I feel your hands when they reach for my face in the middle of a kiss….I see you. That’s how much you affect me. In the chaos I have created within my heart you are my only clarity. The light house that once was my safe haven feels far from reach and instead I’m walking into the dark house that has welcomed me in.
what is one to do when one has welcomed the darkness with open arms and has decided that they want to extend their stay. When will it be too late to decide to turn back? Or the more important question is do I feel the need to go back at all? and another As the sun sets and the moon rises it is becoming more dangerous being near you. If I look too long into your soul, I feel my heart slowly melting like wax. And little by little my heart will mold into a new shape all together that will forget about the world I live in and reshape itself to a heart that will be willing to leave it all behind for your consuming fire. Poem/Drabble #130 - Danger Zone - 09.29.14 (via midnightsruby)
i take feedback good and bad.=)midnightsruby.tumblr.comthats the website if you want to see more.
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