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Posted by RudrakshRudranjali • 6/21/09 • Subscribe to this Discussion [RSS] • Report This Topic
Topics: poetry
Pl share some poetry or some random scrible done by you,or any other poetry written by some one else you wish you would have said it or written ..
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"Morning Poem 6/21/09" - By R. Almares
I like breakfast,
eggs,
eggs,
sausage and eggs and toast and eggs and toast.
Oh, and salsa.-
TP: The salsa part really got to me. -
Yeah, it got to me too.
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Long long ago
There was a time
It was neither day or night
but there was a time
long long ago-
how is it? Anybody like to own this poetry? Contact me officially.
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There once was a man from Nantucket... -
Once upon a speckled turkey
Rode a Dip and his pet monkey -
"The quickest
way to
change
the world
is to
like it
the way
it is. " -
THE FOOL'S PRAYER
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
HE royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'T is not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'T is by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!" -
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dosox...say something....
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By saying nothing, he said everything, hahahahaha, maybe the best poem i've ever read, hahahahahhaha, i can't help laughing of these things (or "no-things", hahahahaha)
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Hallowed Heart: Narrative
A planet buried deep within the dark cosmos
Without beats, without sleep,
live continuously weeps for those captured there
Monstrous beings with an unaging,
imprisoned princess who’s beauty is uncompared
Monstrous acts of self-satisfying pleasure,
she remains uncared
She dreams,
hypothetically,
of a reality she believes may never come to be
To be free before her heart becomes hallowed beats for an eternity -
its all a dream until the second after..
its all in my head until its finished..
the imaginary screams that end the laughter..
i only resume life the moment after..
a second after life, and then its over..
a life tangled up in clumsy dreams..
between the fake, and between the real. -
Death, I saw you tonight
stretched out
in the coffin of my loved one
the same white hair, the same round face
identical
to my love in every way-
Wow
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The Virgin-------- By Amrita,
When I moved into your bed I was not alone
--- there weretwo of us
A married woman and a virgin
To sleep with you
I had to offer the virgin in me
I did so
This slaughter is permissible
in law
Not the indignity of it
And I bore the onslaught of
the insult
The next morning
I looked at my blood stained
handsI washed my hands
But the moment I stood before the mirror
I found her standing there
The one whom I thought I had slaughtered last night
Oh God!Was it too dark in your bed
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All my poems are writen in Spanish, but lately i managed to make my first (and simple, though deep)in english.
//Holy madness//
The first is not the worst
and the last is not the best,
but the first is not the best
and the last is not the worst,
'cos I'm all mad,
I'm out of my mind,
and if you think it's fine
you have to be blind,
blind of joy.
PS: it's funny to sing it
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great...
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Thank you friend
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it's called "I'm dreaming forgiveness"
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my eyes grow heavy..
..my breath turns rasp
life seeps away
death's within grasp
shut all my senses
nothing left to feel
my life flashes by
like it were a 35 mm reel
i see all that i've wronged
oh, how i now repent
i see those that i loved
alas, so little time we spent
if.. if only there was time
to right what was wrong
and one last kiss to my love
i wouldn't make it long
i realise i don't deserve my love
with that i've made my peace
but let me have my forgiveness
that's all i ask.. please
oh death.. dont take me now
come back when i am awake..
because while i am asleep
I'm dreaming of forgiveness.
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dsriharsha.blogspot.com/search/label/poetry-
baba...u r cool... u writing is profound and full of meaning and a little bit mysticism.make it quite prolific....
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Thanks for that comment.. appreciate it..
Short of time and ideas to be a prolific poet.. but I do make some lame digs at my lack of inspiration once in a while, like this :
Today, I have nothing to write about
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Today, I have nothing to write about
No coherent thought from my chaotic mind
Nothing to rant, no axe to grind
No inspiration, it’s hard to find
Today, I have nothing to sing about
No tale of happiness, no tale of sorrow
No song about today, nothing about tomorrow
No tune I could steal, no tune I could borrow
Today, I have nothing to paint about
No ethereal vision, no enchanting sight
No beautiful rainbow, no playful light
No paint on my canvas, try as I might
Today, I had nothing to write about
But I did write, a poem of some kind
But I did write, and will write again on the morrow
But I did write, and now I feel alright
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Love this....Do u visit Shri shri Ravi Shankar
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no.. I don't
I am not a big fan of Shamans, though he is the better of the lot.
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This poetry is not mine but i like to share with you peoples.
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Yes this sis what we all strive for.
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wow
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Wow, those are awesome poetry you all shared. I kind of like to write dark poetry with rhyme. Here's one I wrote in 2007:
My Descent
Lying in the depths
Of the darkness of my soul
Feeling life's last breath escape
As the dagger takes its toll...
Listen as the stir
Of the echoes disappear
Listen as the reaper's steps
Are slowly drawing near...
"Follow me to hell,"
He says, "there's no turning back."
Searching for my saving grace
while visions fade to black...
Quickly I descend
Where I'll pay for all my sins
To where darkness never ends
And the end of time begins...
The poem and illustration is posted on:
liggybee.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-poetry.html-
Liggybee-that's beautiful. Powerful and frightening.
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powerful work.
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Thanks! Modesty aside, I really liked it myself...though I was afraid people might think I was suicidal when I wrote it. Since I wasn't, it made me feel really good that I got it to sound really dark.
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Inspired by a field artillery training (army reserve duty)...
The son of autumn starts to mumble, sending his amoeba fingers through a cloak of mist, reaching for the open neck of the unsuspecting sun too busy melting away into the hundred shades of the foam of the sea.
A long metal snake sails through the vast sandy plane claiming its territory with a spray of gasoline; its camouflaged scales are moaning and clashing in a mythical fencing duel of a thousand brave knights.
A frowning cloud roars an ice-cold command, and its army of drops silently forages the city, transforming stone into marble, asphalt into granite, a shattered street lamp into a treasure of diamonds.
The steel serpent raises its head to the rhythm of drums of adrenalin rush, praying to the lord of man-made thunder, spitting gifts from Prometheus across the pastel horizon, carving coffee trails in the pale porcelain of the Milky Way.
Motion-blurred figures sniff the wet ground through cracks in the pavements, howling to the ivory moon through arrow slits in their Babel glass castles. Skyscrapers piercing through heaven; angels bleeding tears into the winds of the west; chain tracks as far as the eye can see.
Rust in peace ol’ tank.
Scrub the gray ol’ man.
Let us have our rainbows again. -
This is one that I wrote and posted a few weeks ago, but is one of my favs, because it's a little piece of the freeing of my normally quiet and restrained self.
The Dance
The house is quiet
She is all alone
The lights are dim
And the music is down low
Here in her solitude
There is nobody to care
She’s a world away from
All their whispers and stares
So she reaches into her heart
And she sets herself free
Becoming one with the music
Flowing into its sea
She breathes in its beauty
As it seeps into her soul -
Feeling its magic
With each sway & each flow
For one fleeting moment
It’s only her and the dance
A joining between music and self
in this moment of solitary romance-
superb
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Quietwatersrise: Very nice. I know that free feeling very well.
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I frequently publish poetry in The Wordsmith's Forge. I also hold a monthly Poetry Fishbowl, when people give me prompts and I write poems based on those ideas. You can see the poems here:
ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/tag/poem
The most recent after-fishbowl report is here:
ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/697347.html -
My name is Don
And I like to rap
The only problem is
I can't rhyme for...nothin'!-
NO PROBS. LET IT COME.. WE WILL LOVE IT..
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LOL, I don't rap, but saw this thread and wanted to post about something besides politics for a change.
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thatlovedflower.blogspot.com/2009/07/tsunami.html This is the current post of my blog. It is entitled Tsunami and was written some years ago when Tsunami hit the Tamil nadu coast and some Indian ocean countries like Indonesia. -
fly you hve got to add some of yours PLease! -
on days that I am truly happy,
BC's discussions are very sappy.
Link drops, spam and repeats galore,
I click report until my fingers are sore.
It seems that I am oh so silly,
but isn't that why you love me... really?
hehe yay 5 second poem. Okay okay, I may have a few real ones if I look around -
I have a handful of pieces on my blog, which can be found here: svasti.wordpress.com/poetry/
This is one of them...
Tension and complexity
Create the spider’s web
No one leaves the whirlpool
As it swirls us to our doom
Gravity holds the satellite
To its planet, never leaving
The binding force is love
Previous beauty brought undone
Reparations, recriminations
Salving this path is not
Easy, there’s no clean
Cut to suture nicely
No balance, no simple
Answers to banish
Those unwanted tears
Do the strength of
Our convictions create more
Problems than they solve?
Love is no struggle, here
It’s our battle stations
Horrifically dragging us to
Something no one wants
I love you, oh I do, yet
I don’t know the way
From here, to that blissful
Commune of love we
Laughed about, before
The foundations trembled-
svasti.... a superb peice...of poetry..
I love you, oh I do, yet
I don’t know the way
From here, to that blissful
Commune of love we
Laughed about, before
The foundations trembled
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The sweat is dripping off me,
Onto the legs of a pretty girl,
I don’t think she wants to kiss me,
In fact it looks as though she’ll hurl.
I’m travelling under London,
My 24 hour deodorant failed to make it,
My shirt is wet, my pants are too,
Why can’t I strip them off and shout “come on let’s all get naked”?
The whole carriage would be starkers,
We’d make a dreadful sight,
Nobody would stop laughing,
Going round and round all night! -
Pieces of my heart hold hurt in their soul and cry out any life left in them in its tears.
Silent and empty moments filled with broken promises ; is where loneliness lives with me.
Numb and cold memories have become the meaning to my love and meaningless to my reality.
www.luckyless.blogspot.com -
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