Poetry thread?

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  1. Hercegovac

    Hercegovac Empathy is the yolk of soul

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    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
     
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  2. Peteyandjia

    Peteyandjia Saku Spring Staff Member Forum Administrator

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    Ban
     
  3. Hercegovac

    Hercegovac Empathy is the yolk of soul

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    Have to admit that is kinda funny lol
     
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  4. BigGucciSosa

    BigGucciSosa Red Belt

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    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
     
  5. DataBreach

    DataBreach Cocaine Fueled Decision Making Belt

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    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)
     
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  6. Nonsense

    Nonsense Silver Belt

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    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.
     
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  7. Nonsense

    Nonsense Silver Belt

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

    Peteyandjia Saku Spring Staff Member Forum Administrator

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    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
     
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    DataBreach Cocaine Fueled Decision Making Belt

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    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.
     
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  10. Pugilistic

    Pugilistic Red Belt

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

    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
     
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  11. Nonsense

    Nonsense Silver Belt

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

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    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!
     
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  13. DataBreach

    DataBreach Cocaine Fueled Decision Making Belt

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    Long overdue.

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

    Nonsense Silver Belt

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    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.
     
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    DataBreach Cocaine Fueled Decision Making Belt

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

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    Nonsense Silver Belt

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    Yes it is, which is why I think it comes across as so whiiiiiiny.
     
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    DataBreach Cocaine Fueled Decision Making Belt

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

    Peteyandjia Saku Spring Staff Member Forum Administrator

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

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    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"
     
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