I thought it might be nice to have a place where members can post up some examples of their poetry. Usual rules apply, no flaming, no spam etc. I would also ask, if you're going to comment on a poem, not to just do a one line reply, along the lines of, "yeah, thats cool." Nothing is more soul destroying than putting up a piece of yourself, and then getting a response with no thought behind it. Anyway, this is one I wrote a couple of months ago, and with the departure of Sinder today, I'd like to post this up as it sums up my feelings quite accurately.

As you leave
the birds, who've been patiently perched on my window sill
fly up in unison
heading towards the sunset
heralding the darkness to come.
Golden shades of summer start to fade
as the night sneaks in
stripping my colour away.

And so I sit here.
Lit in a room of false hope.
The light of a smoke, burning into ash.
The glow of a screen, showing words in black and white.
Choking on my tears.
We've lost some of our sparkle
with one less star glinting in the sky.

Some of mine, not that good: Rain falling, coming down


Making puddles, on the ground
Windshield wipers, trying to resist
And what is my fondest wish?
To stand out here in the pouring rain,
Feeling no pleasure, feeling no pain






Happiness, it comes and goes
Life, it has its highs and lows
Sadness, it won’t stay,
No matter the month, no matter the day
Nothing will last forever
No matter your feelings, no matter the weather


Clouds filling up the sky
On my bed I lie
Looking up towards plaster and wood
If I only could, maybe I should
Take flight, into the air
Watching below, taking care
Lights burning far below
How would anyone ever know?
So many things people never see,
Lucky, lucky, fortunate me
But now I fear I must retire
Back to my land of wood and wires



Howling at the midnight moon
Others will join us soon
Blood and flesh is what we seek
Strong and powerful, never weak
They’ll run and scream and cower in fear
And we won’t shed a single tear


Walking the streets at night
Lights in lampposts, burning bright
Streets cracked, pavement broken
The salt of the earth, just awoken
They roam the streets, in search of sin
What they’ll find is uncertain
Life hidden behind a curtain

Wow thats really good, I don't know much about poetry but each of those poems tells a story of it's own to me. Good job guys. Sorry my comments are so short but that's all I wanted to say.

Thanks for the nice commetns, Kiln.

My poetry ?? Meh, I burned it down when I was 15 sorry

p.s.: Good one Star, really decent one :jona:

Thanks !

Running, running, ever faster
Sprinting farther, from disaster
What’s behind me, I don’t know
I feel the wind behind me blow
Must keep going, I cannot stop
All my possessions, I have dropped
Survival is my only thought
I’m almost there, almost safe
Stay with me, keep the faith

Well done indeed, that last poem reminds me of my RP character fleeing from the Imperial legion.

<--- three happy smileys for you

Thanks.

Some more.








Edit: Some more.

Why should you care
it's just a rip, just a tear
Millions upon millions die
and yet every evening, there you lie
self satisfied and contented
Why should you care?
they don't deserve a passing stare
just a bum upon the street
don't let him get in the way of your feet
begging for a piece of food to eat
just a bum upon the street
Why should you care?
Starving, starving ribs shone through the skin
the way they live is a sin
but you go by, on your way
just another sunny day


I’ve fought many wars
And paid many whores*
You could say I’ve lived a full life
Outlived my child and my wife
I’ve killed too many to remember
I’ve seen villages burning in embers
Blood dripping from swords
Horses and footmen charging in hordes
Bodies stacked up, in great piles
Each killed in one unique style
A stab to the stomach
A cut to the throat
A whack with my axe
These are the facts
I’ve lived a warrior’s life
Wielded a sword, a pen and a knife

*=Burntsierra said that this was all right to post, so if there are any complaints about this, foward them to him.


Edit: Some more from Bongos and Berets:


Sky darkened, turned to black
What does this day lack?
Her, gone away, to never return
For this I mourn
Why did she leave?
To make me grieve?
To hurt me, make me regret?
The trap is set, she has suceeded
For it is her that I most needed
Empty, all alone, what am I to do?
Perhaps shove this dagger through.....

Tears that stain upon my face,
A promising life, now a waste
So many opportunities,
All lost in one final breeze

Years have passed, and here I sit
A victim of my own sharp wit
Perhaps If I had not spoken,
the Dragon of wrath I would not have awoken



Not very good....

Spring, spring, spring!!
Finally it has come at last,
bringing back memories from many years past

Trips into uncharted lands
stepping on uncertain sands
Sipping jugs of lemonade,
working with a garden spade

These joys of spring
make dreams take wing

Once again, not very good.


An eagle soars through the skies,
everything seen, through it's eyes
The poor, the rich, the middle class
The eagle gives them all a pass

Undjudging, unbias, without prejudice
The Eagle has but one wish
to fly free and soar above
to feel no hatred, to feel no love

Crisp autumn day,
perfect in every single way
leaves falling from the trees
Listening as the animals sneeze

Rooms in hotels
and the stories that they tell
Stories of cheer, fear, death and joy
Stories of young children fighting over a toy
The depressed teenager, the abused wife
the aged grandfather, at the end of his life
The optimistic mother, the newborn baby
Another child on the way, this time a boy, maybe
Stains on the floor, so far gone in the sands of time
the stains of tears, the stains of crimes
Joy, love, cheer
these are things we all hold dear
Hate, anger, envy
these are things of which we try to steer clear
Rooms in hotels



Stars shining, bright in the sky
I ask myself why
Feeling so sad, what to do?
Everything's old, nothing is new
So exhausted, so worn out
Feeling like a dirty, pouting lout
so upset, so depressed
all because she wasn't impressed

Walking on a forest path
victim's off nature's love and nature's wrath
Trees like giant guardians, watching over me
Feel so open, so unrestricted, so free
I gaze up at the sky
as upon this grassy path I lie

Wait, I think I hear a deer
Wonder if it will come near
I promise I won't frighten it
for this path is well lit

So it approaches
so it encroaches
coming closer, closer still
of it's own accord, it's own free will

Wait, now there it goes
I'm sure it knows
Running faster, faster still
like a hunter, after a kill

I rise to my feet,
no one to greet
no one to impress
to no one's level, must I digress
No judgement passed
No supporting cast

Freedom, freedom, free at last
Something never in my past



He speaks with a kind word and a grin
But follow and he will lead you to sin
His words, silky and smooth
You try to leave, but you can't move
You've dug your grave, it's too late
His eyes, once full of love, and trust, now full of hate

Fire, fire, burning bright
Sacrficial light, burning deep into the night
Lighting the path ahead
Illuminating the bodies of the dead
Fire, fire, burning bright
Follow the path, follow the light

Arrows fly through the air
landing somewhere, everywhere
hitting rich men, poor men too
hitting me and hitting you
the bow has no eyes, cannot see
it can strike you or me

Walking, destination unsure
Just know to get out of here
Out of hope, out of fear
Sun shining, far away
the only light I've seen today
Being able to move freely,
my expression still steely
Wondering what the next corner will bring
A man with a knife, or a bird that sings?
Unsure, unconfirmed, unworried

City of a thousand lights, bright as the sun
Walking in Times Square, you see her, could she be the one?
In New York, anything is possible
In New York, you feel unstoppable

Up to Brooklyn, or maybe Queens
Travel by any means,
Cabs, buses, subway
One thing for sure, I'm here to stay

New York City, town I adore
Your thirst is not whetted, you need more
Exotic cities, Paris, London or Berlin
Nothing can match this city of love, this city of sin

Walking, destination unsure
Just know to get out of here
Out of hope, out of fear
Sun shining, far away
the only light I've seen today
Being able to move freely,
my expression still steely
Wondering what the next corner will bring
A man with a knife, or a bird that sings?
Unsure, unconfirmed, unworried

Bones rattle, underfoot
bodies covered in layers of soot
puddles of blood, on the floor
trying to get toward the door
A few more steps, almost there
You're close, beware


Whew, all done.

This post has been edited by Stargazey: Jul 18 2005, 07:59 PM

17 November, 1980

I was six when I lost my cousin
in the city of my birth.
They walked on
never pausing, never slowing.
Their eyes remaining fixed ahead.
Not once did they glance across.
No tiny flicker of acknowledgement.
All the time she lay there
face against the concrete.
Whilst their feet stepped around her.
Later they expressed their shock,
their outrage against the monster.
In the stories they'd sold to the tabloids.
Delighting in the details.
Her eyes stabbed out.
The back of her head caved in
where he'd smashed her with the hammer.
A ball-pein hammer to be precise
as the newspapers delighted in reporting.
My parents never told me that detail,
it was years till I found that out.
The seventeenth of November
1980.
I was six when I lost my cousin
in the city of my birth.

Wow. That was just...wow......That was good. WOW.

This post has been edited by Stargazey: Jul 20 2005, 12:36 AM

I told you on the chat yesterday what my feelings are....so no need telling here.....You are a gifted poet Burntsierra, the more I read the more I wish to read.

I hope you will be ok soon, and my thought are with you....all the time

This is good stuff lads.. Very nice..!

I have to agree. thats some really good stuff. i havent got the foggiest idea how to do it so i wont. Some powerful stuff there Jon

I can't top Sierra's, but here's something I whipped up:



Heart, as chill and cold as stone
White, empty the texture of bone
How can you live this way?
Torturing yourself, every day
Feeling no emotion, feeling no love
Feeling like a caged bird, a dove
Freedom is what you seek
So much you can barely speak
Trying to break out of your prison with no bars
Your only question "How far?"

Now I don't normally care for poetry but this is actually quite good and each poem tells a story of it's own. Some are sad and some are happy but each one is good in it's own way. Thanks for sharing guys.

Looking to the stars,
The pain creeps through me.
A phantom blade slides,
I wake to the cold.
She was there,
Alive in my dreams.
Creating an ache,
That only i can see.

What is life if you have no other?
The flow of breath, useless.
The light ahead is dimming,
Losing the fight against the darkness.
A flash of memory,
A twisting memory.
The pain of memory.
Dark enough to smother.

Why love. Why love?