Poetry thread?

[Hercegovac]

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Anyone want to put aside their mma gloves, and swap it for pen for a second?

Does not have to be poetry, post anything you think is worth a read.

And lets give honest feedback.

I will start.


Here is a couple things I wrote:


Title: Shamans trance
Description: What if your are not alone in your mediation?

I'm floating; neither here nor there:
through sedated space,
upon the vastness,
then upon more vastness...
with only the promise of more darkness.
Dream...it's yours...everything.
Who... are you?
Everywhere...It's yours.
Who are you!?
Dream... it's yours...everything:
when you see your blindness
you will awaken
with your eyes open in the darkness.
What...are you?
Silence!
You're amongst the shadows!
Embrace stillness.
Relinquish...awkwardness in tune and tone
to a state of finesse.
May your strongest perish-
so your weakest can flourish.
If ever you lose your footing:
swap space,
retrace,
and follow
the soundless humming grace.

​

Second one:

Title: Free your mind
Description: A question asked



With ample air left
a breath bereft of breath
tries to explain the depth
But to know the unbeknownst
Is to know the unknown
Which cannot become
until the affinity of illusion
lives with the illusion of infinity

We have all been lied to
We do not need to know hate
to realize love
The great lie of man
Love does not need anything
Love just is
Like two breathless thoughts
That thought of love,
Therefor it had to be,
And just was
​

 

[Peteyandjia]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Ban

 

[Hercegovac]

Have to admit that is kinda funny lol

 

[BigGucciSosa]

First off, fuck your bitch
And the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
n***** fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them n***** know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled

 

[DataBreach]

I'm a poet.

I'll post one in a few moments.

Edit:

And to the ghost – bow
And to the hippie – the tail of a pony
This mild, wild, child creates;
Bound to no wall. I must reflect.
I play as a child; crow at my feet.
I vow, a bow; shall defeat me.
This place, such grace; hath blessed me.
And if I try, I will cry; Deny.
Lye on my back, I will ape; my highest climb:
And to the existence of such vine, inter-creation twine; yours and mine – the seed to me.
And to the sky cap!
I am see-more, evaluate my training.

(I use wrong spelling of words on purpose. More drama)

 

[Nonsense]

This is my favourite poem, obv not written by me:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

 

[Nonsense]

Are people really posting poems they wrote? I have a few. I could pick one but only if I'm not alone here.

 

[Peteyandjia]

Love is a rose,
but you better not pluck it;
it only grows,
when it stays on the vine.

A handful of thorns,
& you'll know you've lost it;
you lose your Love,
when you say the word 'Mine'.





^^
just a little something I whipped up

 

[DataBreach]

I have become limited with my train of thought
My road narrowing since my service was bought
And even though my thoughts restrict I feel I’ve got
A broader view of humanity which I never sought

More in tune with what’s right and neglecting the wrong
In tune with hidden humanity like a forgotten song
Knowing life becomes worth it once the struggle becomes long
Feeling you might have some presence and you finally belong

Believing your own influence is all you can do
Lying dormant making mistakes you thought you knew
Underlining abbreviations while thinking them through
Growing up seven years after you finally grew

The mechanics of my life are left in the middle
Whatever was inside or outside is weathered and brittle
And the value of my life is torn between my riddle
Every ounce I give is taken so I’m left with little

And something makes sense because it kind of makes sense
And the irony of my labor starting to finally commence
Everything has been forgotten except for what I threw over the fence
But it’s retrieved in my subconscious because its value was dense

Deep rooted for the long haul but shallow for life
So shallow it produces agony in the form of a wife
And I want to bleed its purpose with my habitual knife
And throw it in the back seat so it’s devoured through strife

So shake me tonight and see if anything falls
I’ve been running so long I have erected walls
And the strain of my journey will linger its halls
And will bounce back with fever because of its laws

And as I touch his hand I have fallen to the ground
I heard nothing before and was convinced it was sound
So the ringing in my ears became more like a pound
Because what I felt in my heart became more than I found

There’s nothing left to say because it's been said before
I want to knock and enter but I’m lying on the floor
And I can see my desire eclipsing the door
Just to stand up now and become something more.

 

[Pugilistic]

Are people really posting poems they wrote? I have a few. I could pick one but only if I'm not alone here.

I’ll post one. It’s the only one I had published

Spoiler

Blocks of neon green and black

Waiting to hush the colorful noises

So no one can hear the gray

Your turn.
also, @Brampton_Boy made a thread about poetry not that long ago

 

[Nonsense]

I’ll post one. It’s the only one I had published

Spoiler

Blocks of neon green and black

Waiting to hush the colorful noises

So no one can hear the gray

Your turn.
also, @Brampton_Boy made a thread about poetry not that long ago

That's beautiful. K I have to look for one. I haven't written in so damn long.

 

[Osculater]

This a poem of a long lost love

"Nero-love"

Your silent caress I desire


nothing can take me higher
Loving you till your body break
Another one has to dread
Come draining from my dance
Feverishly to the core
Can't take this anymore
My brain is driving me insane
Nero-lust

her gown were burning out of her soul
Eating the soul of a thousand crowns
Blood draining from all around her
Eating her silent arua that is gold
Come to me so I can die again!

 

[DataBreach]

I’ll post one. It’s the only one I had published

Spoiler

Blocks of neon green and black

Waiting to hush the colorful noises

So no one can hear the gray

Your turn.
also, @Brampton_Boy made a thread about poetry not that long ago

Long overdue.

Poetry says, "Put some respek on my name."

 

[Nonsense]

Ok I found an old notebook with some and here is one but in retrospect it seems whiny and angsty and too artsy. Also it is obviously about my dad abusing me which makes it pretty specific and therefore generally inaccessible. Anyway:

It happened

that your legs kept crossing, and something
(a black scarf? the smell of melting snow?)
scratched at my chest just now
(the taste of blood? salt? lipstick?)

I came to this slowly,

remembering your socks pulled up to your knees
and your fingers, tugging
at the ends of my hair,
your belt onthe floor
(gathering dust, fathering bruises).

I try to preoccupy myself with whether
or not vertical stripes lengthen or widen, but I
can't bring myself to give a fuck

which is what I consider self-
destructive behaviour.

 

[DataBreach]

Ok I found an old notebook with some and here is one but in retrospect it seems whiny and angsty and too artsy. Also it is obviously about my dad abusing me which makes it pretty specific and therefore generally inaccessible. Anyway:

It happened

that your legs kept crossing, and something
(a black scarf? the smell of melting snow?)
scratched at my chest just now
(the taste of blood? salt? lipstick?)

I came to this slowly,

remembering your socks pulled up to your knees
and your fingers, tugging
at the ends of my hair,
your belt onthe floor
(gathering dust, fathering bruises).

I try to preoccupy myself with whether
or not vertical stripes lengthen or widen, but I
can't bring myself to give a fuck

which is what I consider self-
destructive behaviour.

Please tell me this isn't based on a real life experience...

 

[Peteyandjia]

http://forums.sherdog.com/threads/tank-abbotts-beautiful-prose.3429367/

 

[Nonsense]

Please tell me this isn't based on a real life experience...

Yes it is, which is why I think it comes across as so whiiiiiiny.

 

[DataBreach]

Yes it is, which is why I think it comes across as so whiiiiiiny.

A lot of my poetry was selfish. I think the best poets break away eventually and that is why they become so good.

 

[Peteyandjia]

in retrospect it seems whiny and angsty and too artsy.

Don't feel bad, you pretty much just described almost all poetry.

 

[Tuf_guy]

I stare with the wonder of a sailor who gazes at the sea
My beloved is my horizon.
Her smile blinds me with its glare.
I become dizzied as I gaze upon the peaks of her mountains.
Her moon shines bright, as it takes me to new lows.
"Beloved..." I say, "you are queen amongst Big, and Beautiful hoes"