"Stranger in a Stranger Land"

Once found, twice lost,
thrice bathed in flame,
once again a sinner named,
the world does conspire
to take away your heart's true fire.

For living as you saw true
the punishment is this for you;
live your life in a land not your own,
the land of your birth
now tattered and torn.

Lost in a world far away,
why, I cannot truly say.
I ask this of those who mock,
which is worse, to live a lie
or just to give up and die?

Where is a place where the truth is told?
Where is a place for young and old?
Why do fools mock what they don't understand,
blasting hate and bias into the face
of the unknown?

Why are we punished when we don't agree
that a person is right and we're wrong?
Why are we punished for crimes we can't see,
And for not knowing what is too far gone?

Why are we not informed
when right and wrong do not apply?
Why are the few left alone,
while the majority are reformed
or left to die?

Why can we not have a place
and call it our own land?
Why do we have to deal with hate
and silently ignore the reprimands?

When did our conscience become of less import
than what a man puts in his head?
Why do they let morals die in courts?
Why do killers get their rights read?

"Poor"
The rich send the poor to do their bidding,
Fight their wars when they need winning.
Send the poor to terrorize
and when confronted shift their eyes.

Why should we fight your fight
when we don't believe it's right?
Since when did money make right
and make the poor make way?

Why can you not see the light?
The truth that's obvious to us all?
Why do you make us fight?
Why do you make us your thralls?

Both a little melodramatic, I know. By the way, that isn't the original peom poor, I rewrote part of it from memory. The original was much better, but I lost my only copy to a hard drive crash. Strange how my hard drive crashed whenever I write something personal and save it. I didn't think my poetry was that bad.

I'm too emotionless at this point of time, but I have come up with four lines that someone could use...

When I smile, humans make me frown.
When I frown, people make me smile.
Nothing but hate puts me down,
Life seems to crash in my aisle.


Sucks yes, but I am sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.

Why? Something bad happen?

As long as we're on sad poetry, here's a sad poem of my own.

"Life"

Life is just a state of blue
Tears overwhelming all,
Always ending, sad but true
Everything must fall.

Only dark clouds make me smile
Make me begin anew,
Only for a little while,
Till silver linings destroy the mood.

Life is short and bittersweet
Time always leaves its mark.
Now we know why in light we greet
but turn away in dark.

If life were longer it would be short
Death invites a welcome break.
God left us to hold down the fort
In retrospect, a grave mistake.

Life and death simply must
Go hand in hand for all.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Everything must fall.

Maybe, I do not feel like sharing.

Here's the only poetry I ever wrote. Angsty teenager stuff that's now many years old. Still, not recommended reading if you're already feeling a bit depressed. In patented Histor-o-Vision, including all the original grammatical and spelling errors!

http://www.ravensky.org/momaw/badpoems.txt

"Loneliness"

Loneliness is reality,
Friendship an illusion
Products of humanity
Resulting in confusion.

People are born,
They live and die,
Never to know another's mind.
And all we can ask is, "Why?"

Why do we pretend,
imagine we fit in?
Why do we call strangers friends
and reject others with a grin?

Pessimists are realists,
Optimists are blind.
Loneliness is reality,
Going back through all time.


This is a poem I'm doing for school. We read "Of Mice and Men" by Steinbeck, and we're taking the final test now. We have to do three of nine creative writing assignments for the final part of the test. I chose were a poem (fifteen lines minimum) on one of the major themes of the book, but it doesn't have to be about the book itself, this poem, in fact. The other two are 1, a journal entry from one of the character's eyes (our choice, I chose Candy, the swamper) and 2, a response about why certain characters are lonely. (Slim, Curly's wife, Crooks, and Candy)

I finished the test, found out that I got a 95% on the first part of the test. (Multiple choice, fill in the blank, quote identification, and short response) Ironically, I finished the book the second day we got it (late september/early october, I think) and haven't looked at it since. The poem is done now, I finished it from memory. The only thing part I'm not sure of is the last line, it might have been a little different, but I know I got the gist of it here.

Far more depressing that what I usually turn in to be graded, but I wanted to see for once what kind of grades my actual writing style would earn me. I just hope my teacher doesn't make me read it aloud. She does that with a few of the better compositions from time to time, asks the author to read it aloud. I hope that either that poem is worse than it seems to me, or she doesn't like it, or someone else write something brilliant. Getting up and reading something I actually tried on, enjoyed writing, in front of a bunch of immature freshman (and one somophore) isn't my idea of fun.

This post has been edited by Kindred Spirit: Nov 10 2005, 10:12 PM

Some freeform poetry, mushy stuff, and rather jumbled. I don't really know any poetry forms at all, so I just write whatever.

For once in life my love does strive,
I wish to hold you near.

Above the sea upon the ship,
Over frozen waters glossy glare,
You stand by me and hold me from the water’s rage,
But I can sense no less,
That death itself is coming near.

The water in its maddening state, lashes out to take you in.

Cruelly it swallows you,
And sends you to your grave

What might be done my dear,
That causes us such despair?

Alas my friend we cannot tell,
God above is sure to have a say.

This destiny, we cannot change, is meant to see us part today.

Oh lord, oh why,
Is it fate that one shall die?

No we shall both go,
So gingerly as I tiptoe to face the water’s roaring rage.

I shan’t look back
Just jump to meet my end,
Soon again I shall join my beloved friend.


This post has been edited by gamer10: Mar 3 2006, 11:03 PM

And thence from the land of doctor Seuss
Where the hole meets the electric goose
There will you find the red spruce
And attempt to avoid the fatal noose.

As you can tell I am in no way a poet. That is my best work.

This post has been edited by Sir Radont: Mar 4 2006, 08:26 AM

Since this is not TES I will post it here. Just remember this is my first poem and I don't care if it's written wrong, I didn't write it for that reason. I write this piece over something I've been thinking about tonight. It is now 4am where I live and I'm still wide awake.

The poem will reflect on something that happened to me last night. And there is a certain someone who might feel agitiated and offended by this. However, I assure you this is to the world in general, not a single person. It's just something I must get off my chest, and I figured what better way to do that than in a form of writing.


VENTING FRUSTRATION


I am not the person whom those may think
And if you’re confused let me give you a wink
I’ll enlighten you with a tale with no hint of glory
Then perhaps you’ll understand my story

For those who say I seek attention
Think again, that was never my intention
All this time I’ve lived the lie
Through the ideas and things I thought I could always hide

I dreamt of a world where life runs smooth
And everyones' words were meant to sooth
But I realize now that is the lie
Now I have to read the words I am now forced to abide

It is not anger that dances around my head
But rather baffling thoughts that I will forever dread
All I asked was a simple query
And in the end was given one big false theory

You say I’m a grumbler, but that is not case
Yet still you cut me down with a great deal of haste
I will not hold this against you, your hurtful words
I only wish it was the true meaning you had heard

The world breathes with those who sometimes misunderstand
And for that ignorance I must now take a stand
Heed my advice and use it well
Then all the angry words will finally melt

I will leave you now with this final note
One that burns me to the throat
It is not wise to speak with reparation
Please follow this message and rid me of my frustration

This post has been edited by redsrock: Mar 27 2008, 09:32 AM

Hm, I was going to move this the poetry thread, but I went back I don't know how many pages and couldn't find it. Guess we haven't been posting much poetry up recently I may transfer this to that thread later... assuming I can find it.

Anyway, it's always difficult responding to a poem - especially one that's personal to the writer. So I'm not going to make suggestions. I'll simply say it's nice to see people expressing themselves through language.

Nice to see an example of your poetry Reds, and I hope writing your emotions down has helped you in some way

Thanks, BSD. I was just a little pissed off and then 3:30 in the morning I just got and up typed this up in five minutes. It's just something I wanted to out there, I know it's nothing special. Thanks for reading it.

Dos anyone have a comment for this? BSD, you can give me your honest opinion. It will only help me after all....

I'm glad no one reads these poems.

What's yours

You get long walks out in the cold when selfish drivers fill the road
You get all of the words with Y in Spanish that you don't say right
You get the residue that jetplanes leave that line the sky with silver strings
You get every single thing you've said, it's all recycled through my head

You get dough that's fried into a ring draped in glaze, and stuffed with cream
You get small mistakes that take us to all the places great to view
You get nuget, caramel, chocolate bars so please give them my top regards
You get rainbows that I don't ascend and the world that's over them

You get a guy that's in a hole so deep he can't climb out but won't retreat
You get a mind that wears you like a glove, and a heart that can't let go of love
You get everything I think about that causes me to scream aloud
You get every single dream I've had that makes my mornings feel so bad

Hmmm, lots of classic rhyming. Hope this POS isn't out of place here.

My heart descends,
And cannot be brought back.

Weakened by your presence,
Yet made so much stronger.

My only wish: To convey my love to you.
Or to take you in my arms;
But it'd be no good;
Causing only harm


Unto us both.

Resisting temptation,
Staving frustration,
No chance for elation.

You've caused me to feel;
No longer so callous and cold.
You, I long to hold,
As we age and grow old.

I feel no longer so bold.

Yet my love remains, forever

Untold.

And to think I almost gave this to my crush too. Foolish.

Another one writen when I was seven, with a little tinkering.

Lost Potential

We put our baggage over our heads, to protect from that which we, ourselves cannot survive. With the pleasurable thought that our possesions will be found by our new selves again.
Unused reused thrown away, forgotten again and again as life dictates we should.
We open the door.
Through life and death, insubstancial material.
Again and again. Unused, forgotten.

The potential behind the door now unlocked;
To be unused reused thrown away forgotten.
The door we opened now shut.

The boy asks the man:
"May I go through?"
And the man says:
"You're $hit out of luck."

He stares at the man with envious eyes;
Who has seen through the door.
Once opened, twice closed.
Glaring with hate and despise.
The man is oblivious, can't tell, doesn't know.
Unused and forgotten.
Seeds of death that we sow.
Our possesions unused.
Fury at an unseen foe.
Potential forgotten.
Life reused.
Everything thrown away.
Could it have been different?
A fate we will never know.

You are what you eat, and I have tasted the flames.
The fire hath consumed me, so it has become I.

Opressive liberation,
Constant contemplation,
Complete saturation,
Useless infatuation,
My... indoctrination,
Denied salvation,
Self-preservation.

Fire has me.
Firestorm is all that I am, consuming my everything.
(Has it become my emotion?)
Gripped in release, a fire in wait; explosion.
The uncontainable contained.
Truth in lies. Lightening in a bottle.


Nihilistic sociopath,
this is not power,
Have I become too powerful?

Just trying to flood this place with my poems. I wish someone else was on to tell me if this is crap or not.

Prarbola Nexus,
When One Is Made


one is made two
two is made four
four are one
five is one
six is one
-when one becomes too.
Separate the sixth,
destroy the seventh
betrayal of the three
one is none as well.
Outside; the seventh, the eighth, the ninth.
Will and control; the one.
Power of mind; second.
Ravenous rage and cruelty; third.
Honor, strength, fury; four.
Past and pain; fifth.
Love and sorrow; six.
...And all become one again.

This post has been edited by 0rimus: May 26 2008, 09:10 AM

On This Night

I see her this night,
her face beautiful,
under the starlight,
On this night.

I try to get closer this night,
as close as I can get,
it feels right,
On this night.

I pull her to me this night,
our bodies meeting,
my goal in sight,
On this night.

I force her this night,
as she pulls away,
she's so tight,
On this night.

She resists this night,
futiley,
restrained by my might,
On this night.

Her screams pierce the night,
I hold her down,
don't look so contrite,
On this night.

She hits me this night,
sobering quickly,
she tries to fight,
On this night.

She gives up this night,
laying paralyzed, crying,
I fill her, flowing, white,
On this night.

She's so sad this night,
"Why!?" she cries,
the source of my plight,
On this night.

I leave this night,
towards the shadows,
I take flight,
On this night.

I watch from a distance this night,
people gather,
Saying, "It's alright.",
On this night.

This isn't the first night,
many times before,
I've filled her with spite,
On this night.

She'll never accept me, this, or any other night,
I love her, hate her,
in my life, the only light,
On this night.

I'll do it again tomorrow,
to be consistent,
moon shining bright,
On this night.

She leaves this night,
I've known her,
her caress, her bite,
On this night.

Every night,
I serve her in this way,
the only constant in her life,
On this night.

I love this night,
keeping her aloft,
wind to her kite,
On this night.

So high this night,
up here,
can we see from such heights?,
On this night.

More pain this night,
the world left to see,
so many wonderful sights,
On this night.

A breeze this night,
a jostle,
causing her a fright,
On this night.

So pretty this night,
beautifully attractive,
too much to write,
On this night.

Seeing her this night,
long hair, blue eyes,
such an amazing sprite,
On this night.

Touch the night,
can't hold back,
as my sences ignite,
On this night.

I plan this night,
I scheme,
my ions excite,
On this night.

A school night,
this night,
entertaining? quite,
On this night.

Disturbed this night,
her intoxicating smile,
her looks invite,
On this night.

I hold this night,
I saved her,
Her shining knight,
On this night.

Torn away this night,
our hearts come back,
to reunite,
On this night.

Another night,
she'll come again,
to my delight,
On this night.

Next night,
previous nights,
I dream of her tonight,
On this night.

Last night,
what I want I'll take,
no need to be polite,
On this night.

Other nights,
they say it's wrong,
but they're uptight,
On this night.

This night,
I can't control my emotions,
no aid of poems to recite,
On this night.

As they stormed the city, she watched in horror
Men bathed in the darkness, they burnt everything in their path
Killing friends and family, the advanced to her corridor
Breaking down her door, they beat her, raped her, stole everything she had
She cried and wept, but made no sound
Enraged from the lack of ...'enthusiasm' they began to abuse her even more
She let but one stammered breath, and they crushed her mouth
Leaving the small city, they left her battered and broken.... till nine in nine in the morning

'Why am i alive!' she spat dryly,echoing down her house
And then... when all was but lost, The embodiment of darkness reached out his cold hands
'Lovely morning...my new sister' A man in robes said, wiping the blood from her mouth
And then she was lifted, taken away to a loving, dark , foreign land

She was made anew...her body stronger, her heart colder
Loved by her new brothers and sisters, Her family anew
Mother and Father, They Blessed her with nothing more than a loving hand on her shoulder
Blood soon bleed through her fingers, so did remorse and regret too

And so she became the very thing that had bested her
Embraced by the night's hold, She had fallen across a traveling bunch
Men of great terror, the men that caused her constant torture
She advanced to one man, holding herself to his own lips... smelling her own blood with his lunch
Being a young marauder, he reached under her robe...hoping for a feel
But all too soon, he fell limp, throwing him onto the dirt road
Undressing her self, she donned the darkness apon her throat... to her heels
Cloak hitting the dust, it seemed like the bright stars themselves passed their clothes' folds
And stood alone one man....the main man who took everything she used to love and feel
Grasping his hilt, her hands sent his own into paralasys
Brought to his knees, he wimpered as he felt his fear overcome his battle hardened heart
And then he looked to the skies, asking for anu's forgiveness
But all he saw was a woman lost within her own thoughts....her emotions falling apart

And then... she locked on to his own eyes...both sharing the same memory
Then, her hands became like the claws of an eagle, falling apon the preyed
It came down with all her love, hate, pain, and agony
It tore through his eyes, his throat... his soul was severed and frayed

And soon came the rain...ever so peaceful...ever so cleansing
Then the blood was washed away from her soiled hands
She felt all the pain and heartache in her soul...there was no space for mending
Glaring out into the open, she felt that... returning to her family was the next big plan

Please tell me what you think...what can be corrected...and your overall thoughts of my piece!
(if i can delicious... u can too:)

This post has been edited by ucandelicious: May 27 2008, 01:04 AM

I wrote this poem to make you happy
Because I decided that's all I care about
When you're ecstatic to your bones
I feel it doubly so

I hope that this can make you happy
Cause I decided I can't stand it when your down
When there's displeasure in your soul
I feel it doubly so

And I always feel so god damned happy
Whenever we're together and you laugh out loud
So laugh for reasons that you don't know
I feel it doubly so

And let the little things be at peace
Because I always know when you're upset now
And when something's not in your control
I feel it doubly so

And don't get caught in tragic gravity
Where air feels like it can make you drown
Or I would have to follow you below
And feel it doubly so

Have how ever many people that you need
Use me in any way that you can dream how
Maybe some day you'll need me alone
I'll love you doubly so