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#1
This thread is to share poetry. Whether it be Haiku, Instagram/Minimal, Sonnets, hyper-chaotic Jazz Metre, or something as free form as you feel, share it here.

There are no rules in this thread. All kinds of poetry should be shared here because the poetry community is so small on RR that you can't even find a dedicated thread to it at this point. Ideally, if this gets big enough, it'd make sense to branch off, but until then, let's start here!

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#2
I'll start. This is something I wrote several months ago.

"The Rust of Dreams"

when you sleep up close to me
I can see something blinking
there's a picture in your eyes
a film reel I can't see

when you dream away the night
do you dream of ballrooms lit up
of galas and gowns and smiles
at the miles and miles of nothing?
there's something we haven't seen
but I've heard it
the sound of silk flowing in dance

when I run
I run away as fast as I can
there's nothing left, nothing to stay for
I run through the dew in my dreams
because a dream
is the dew forming
a tear behind the eyes
and it draws forth and dries
until it is the little gold dust
of your sleeping wants

it is your virtue's rust
unrighted wrongs

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WOO POETRY!
ME LIKE!

Ok, here's mine. I got the inspiration from my less-than-happy days in high school, I was feeling really angsty during English class and I decided to write a poem because, well, inspiration I guess? I modified the poem after playing Sunless Sea as well, so yup. WARNING ANGST ENSUES

'The Garden of Lethe'

The garden of Lethe was beautiful
rotting dreams and lifeless echoes
a haunting feeling of something forgotten

the savoury smell, it tingles your nose
it begs to let it in, to free you of yourself

It promises you wonders, liberation
No more failures, no more worry
Just empty happiness, void but absolute
a single whiff of treason, and then you'll belong

but your envy, it keeps the blessing from coming
it screams at you, to get away from the flowers
you won't get happiness, it says
stay with it, embrace the sadness and fear
attain your sinful dreams and wishes, begged to strike the others

but you know that Envy is not the solution,
you tried that before, again and again,
what you need today, is to belong
somewhere, even in this garden

and so, you take the grey flower
it drips of dark oblivion, invites you in
the smell returns, stronger than before

now you have nothing to fear
no more dreams, no more failures
so follow the smell, this powerful direction
it's much easier than trying to feel

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#4
Well, I asked wing for a poetry section just like art section and she said I can just use the art section for it. I have been busy with my writing(and I'm a lazy procrastinator) so I didn't have the time...

So thank you for putting it up! I really appreciate it...

I like rhyming and stuff. though sometimes I do try for depth, mostly it's just plain old fun...

"ENDGAME"

A trial of life 
A trial of death
The stopping heart, the shattering faith
I dream a curse
A silver wraith
of frozen heart, and poison breath

A time of right
A time of wrong
This vicious heart, this cursed song
I draw the sword
If faith is strong
To fool this heart, that does not long

A kingdom won
A kingdom lost
in burning heart, in crackling frost
I end my search
In self exhaust
And stab the heart, To pay the cost

A search of pride
A search of shame
your hungry heart, your nameless fame
I end it all
And give you name
You please my heart, let’s end this game


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#5
I haven't written much poetry in a few years but here is one I got published a while back, I think 2014, in a literary journal which no longer exists. It's called Travelling Back:

Quote:I fill up my car, the churning pump of fuel, my car shaking.
The sky bleeds, soon will drown as the moon rises.
In my eyes an image etched, the expanse of road before me.
Keeping steady, my role a flagpole, the car a flag.
Atlanta is coming up soon, cars near me and getting closer.
Traffic halts and the road becomes a sea of headlights, I groan.
Foot on the brakes, I bide my time, consider honking my horn.
My ears are sore, I turn off the stereo after its fifth loop of songs.
I rehearse conversations I could never have, or already happened.

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This is one I didn't write but I think this is useful for anyone writing. It's a Korean Sijo, which is a form of poetry a little like the haiku, in that it's traditionally written in 3 lines, using a predetermined syllable structure. Korean words are more compact horizontally, so when translated into English, it's more pleasing to separate the 3 lines into 6 so that it's not 3 super long lines. Anyway, here's a Sijo about work and motivation.

Mount T’aesan reaches heaven
but it does not exceed that height
Climb, and climb, just try, don’t stop,
and within time you will summit.
some claim the climb impossible
that the mountain is too high.


Yang Saon

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#8
Well ok, I'll expose your good face eyes to my weird journaling. 

When I was young, and ran down the twists and turns of hills and creeks,
there was no end to the forest.
Nooks were treasures, crannies castles, 
the hiding holes of rabbits and badgers doorways to worlds
on the edge of mine.
But I grew older, and my heart grew harder and less wise,
and I started running through worlds of my own creation. 

Those were the worlds in mirrors, though,
and I got lost. 

I didn't notice until I'd ventured too deep,
that I never kept track of the trail.
Because there were rabbits and badgers here, too, 
I didn't notice the doorway when I entered. 
There are creeks and turns and nooks and crannies,
but these forests do end. They begin and end with me.
It's a little cramped. 
I think I'll follow the shadows back home. 
The path goes through the ashes of what I made.
The part of me that still love those twists and turns from my childhood
can't wait to get home
and tell the world where I've been. 
Then I'll lay my head down in the moss
and listen to the creek. 

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#10
she glanced at the darkened sky...
stars blinked, the moon was shy...
wispy clouds passed them by
                                a veil...

she lay her self on the stone bed...
slowly as her wrists bled...
wondered why the paths led
                                to fail...

what cause and what effect...
why her, the lone reject...
what led them to elect...
                                her name...

foolish she to accept those...
foolish was the path she chose...
quick even though she rose
                                to fame...

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#11
Well, here is a non-native speaker trying to do poetry. Let’s see how it goes.

The Spark

It was so dark.
It was so cold.
A lonely spark
like shining gold
was all there was,
was all to be,
and time would pass
for all but thee.

The clock was mime,
and too its bell.
The spark would shine…
And silence fell.

A world of dust –
an empty shell
and broken trust
would merge to hell.

But hope was there
in all the dark,
’cause that is where
would shine the spark.

A gust of wind,
a breath of air
would turn the spark
into a flare.

The silent spark
will be no more,
but raging flame
from shore to shore.

And all that’s good
and just, and right
will bathe the world
in golden light.

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#12

I Wrote: Well, I asked wing for a poetry section just like art section and she said I can just use the art section for it. I have been busy with my writing(and I'm a lazy procrastinator) so I didn't have the time...

So thank you for putting it up! I really appreciate it...

I like rhyming and stuff. though sometimes I do try for depth, mostly it's just plain old fun...

"ENDGAME"

A trial of life 
A trial of death
The stopping heart, the shattering faith
I dream a curse
A silver wraith
of frozen heart, and poison breath

A time of right
A time of wrong
This vicious heart, this cursed song
I draw the sword
If faith is strong
To fool this heart, that does not long

A kingdom won
A kingdom lost
in burning heart, in crackling frost
I end my search
In self exhaust
And stab the heart, To pay the cost

A search of pride
A search of shame
your hungry heart, your nameless fame
I end it all
And give you name
You please my heart, let’s end this game

Dark but so very touching. I like the rhythm that matches the ambiance of the poem. One can feel this work, not only read it. It was really delightful.  

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#13
Here's five of my poems.

1.
Poems are our homes.
It shields us like a dome.
Yet they let us roam.
Satisfying like popping foam.
It comes in many forms.
Blow our minds like exploding bombs.
The lovely ones make us fine.
Scary ones chill our spines.
TONIGHT WE SHALL DINE.
Lookout! Something's behind...


2.
Tik Tok, when the bell has rang.
When the sell has bang.
Oh, When the yell has sang.

Tik Tok, when the veil's been yanked.
When the bill's been banked.
Oh! When gill's been tanked.

Tik Tok, when they fell deep sank.
When they tell weeb's dank.
Oh, When they cell peep's prank.

Tik Tok, when the clock's been stopped.
When the glock's been popped.
Oh... When the bell's been robbed.


3.
Higher up the mountains.
Flowing down the fountains.
Surpass thy pain.

Flying through the curtains.
Lifting off the Earthen.
Surplus my gains.

Sighing gently.
Frowning tensely.
Love my family.
All... for you.

My heart speaks true.
Breaking through rules.
Finding all clues.
Just... for you.

But sad that it's not.
The nothing i got.
Left alone to rot.
Thus I flew.

Reach wide and far.
Amongst the stars.
Forget the scars.
Depend on you no long-ar.
None... for you.

4.
The Humans are selfish.
They are also greedy.

They played with God's sympathy.
And they are very meaty.

They resect the strong.
They wrong unto the weak.

They ventured onto the waters.
But their boilers began to flee.

The sea is merciless.
It swallowed them and trees.

A being escaped the void.
The humanoid said he sees.

'I am a Prophet.
And yet i was swayed.

The future looks bleak.
Destroyed by a freak.

But we are still alive.
We still speaks.

We must survive.
Then we will thrive.'

The Prophet spoke of Him.
The evil being that brings destruction.

The Humans were shocked.
That their peace were blocked.

They gathered together.
Like flocks of the same feather.

They discussed among each other.
Is their existence going to be over?

5.
When the era of existence and extinction came, a paradox of cause and effect.

The butterfly that changed the future, the grandson that killed his grandfather.

When the terror of Earth and it's inhabitants begun, common sense is no longer true.

Then with life brings death, the law that nothing can forever rule.

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Light-years Away


Just like a star
in the wide and dark sky
that inflates its brightness
in the endless cosmos.
I love looking 
at your beautiful
blue colored radiance 
that melts my eyes 
in the shadows.


I want to get close
and ask your name.
But you are too far 
Like how stars
used to be.
Even though I bend
my knees,
Or stretch my
arms so hard,
still it's not enough.
You're still 
out of my reach.



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#15
The Silent Men in White and Red

A mantle of snow keeps the little seeds warm,
And if you disturb it, they may come to harm.
It blankets and covers our plot overgrown --
Secrets and winter are best left alone.

The dog whimpers loudly and scratches the door,
The furnace roars quietly under the floor,
The water, dyed red, gurgles deep in the drain,
The trespasser's silent, and thus shall remain.

He delved in our hidings, he ate of our fruit,
He trampled our lane with an iron-nailed boot,
He blotted our marks with an arrogant fist --
His blood is our pigment, his shinbones our grist.

We crept through his walls with a promise to keep;
His children saw nothing, and so they may sleep.
They breathe in the stillness, and dream unaware.
We do what we must; we do not call it fair.

Outside, as the snow falls with nightfall, it cloaks
The bramble-choked garden, his ashes and oaks,
A scattering of dust and a fragment of bone --
Secrets and winter are best left alone.

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How did it take me this long to find out that RR had a poetry niche.  I love poetry and I sprinkle them all over my story 'The Tournament' (shameless plug. This is one of those mini poems.


Attention attaining arguments agonized about alarming ailments applied auspicious assuredness around.

Barring bright blistering burlesque balancing business, banter, bodies bewitched breathed buzz.

Counting counters can’t calculate course, correcting claims cancelling conclusions continuing controlled cogitation carried calling coins, charming chance champions.

Denominated deliberately doomed disputant’s defeat, dancing discussions drew devotees.

Echoes egressed exploring estates enticing ears eloquent effort; everyone enlarged, ensnared eggheads erasing escape.

Foes’ franticly falsifying fact fortunately failed forcing finish.

Growing grades generated guarded golds' gravitation, granting gamers great glory.

Honest heretics hemmed hawed, hearts harmed, hours hewed hailing halt hereinafter honor heralds.

Idiots increased indemnity; Idol’s idea invade intuition imbibing infamy.

Jester jabbers joyfully jailing joiners.

Kae kea karma khat kep kef.

Losers longing learnt lessons leaving leader lavished.

monetized minds, mocking masters married monstrous mistrust, moreover mild madness misinterpreted marvelous man’s muddled mention.

None noticed neglecting notable noble nearly numb; numen narrowed now nestled nicely.

Orienting objects oscillated onwards; overtly open options omitted outbreak.

Parents protected panicked pupils; philosophers perplexed; petrified player pondered.

Queer qualm quelled: quitch!

Rim reeled reaching roused rex retaining regal rag.

Shallow shots shared.

Terrified, triceps tardily took token.

Unbelievable undertaking.

Valor vented vice.

Worry wholly wasted.

Xylotomize

Your

Zenith.


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#18
In my story DOTS, I start every Chapter with a poem. It's in the Pre-Chapter Author Notes.
I also use a poem for my bio, which I figure I will change about every other chapter or so.

My last Bio Poem was
this:

Ah, but for the faint fay of light
That says, 'We are here! We are here!' 
May you light shine ever bright
As you journey grows.


Today, I changed it to:


Oh to write like Ray,
To kiss pomegranate lips, and see noon in her eyes.
Throwing open winter windows one December morn, to find
Rocket Summer shattering the icicles, and redden the sky.
In the swelter of the dog-mad days, or February cold,
I want to pluck a bucketful of apples,
Golden, from the Sun.
Oh!  To write like Ray!


And here is one just cuz.


GREATNESS

May my love inspire greatness.
May your God lift up your heart.
May your future glow before you.
May we never be apart.
May the memory of this moment
Live within us evermore.
Let me let you take me with you
So I may be forever yours.
 

:-)

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Writing Wrote: What we see in the Dark

For some reason, I'm seeing waffles.  And bunnies!  Ha ha. 😃

I recently changed my Profile Page poem to this: 

"Arise!" The star-studded empress of night 
Gave me the keys to her city. 
Bathed me in breath, told me of plight, 
Force-fed my conscious with pity. 

Pointed toward East, down past the yard, 
Through revolving doors of her courthouse. 
Megaphones cry. "A guinea a head!" 
"Everything's fun at the Circus!" 

😃