[Aimless]

I didn't write it, but I have to share this gem by Neruda...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, topaz.
or the arrow of carnations that propagate fire.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you like the plant that never blooms
and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where.
I love you directly, without problems nor pride;
I love you this way because I don't know any other way to love.
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that when you close your eyes I fall asleep.

[Shield Anvil]

a good one!

[Grimjust Bearegular]

I wrote this after having read Memories of Ice:

Quiet as the grave
Silent as a tomb
Deep as the Abyss
Tranquil as the womb
There is no sound
I am chained, bound

Break the chains!

Unleash the furies
Unleash the rage
A torrent of anguish
Impossible to gauge

Let their screams
Clasp high heaven
And their wails
swarm forth like bees
The chained one
Knows no mercy
I will not heed
Their pleas.

Their deaths will cover the land
Like a crimson flood
And those arrogant gods
Will drown in the innocents’ blood.

Quiet as the grave
Silent as a tomb
Deep as the Abyss
Tranquil as the womb
There is no sound
I am chained, bound

Remove my chains, petty mortal
Release me!
Everything will be better then
You’ll see!
I would rule absolute
In an empire of pain
Lo! How I would revel
In the flesh and blood of the slain.

Lo! These chains burn my skin
They sear my bones deep within
My soul moans and writhes in pain
As I try to break free again and again.

I am not dead
Yet I hear no sound
I am not alive
I am chained to the ground

[Gem Windcaster]

I had an idea for this poem, maybe you can fanthom it?
It is not directly related to the Malazan empire, but is influenced by fantasy.

Sibling Tweak

Suns sleep beside us
in our dreams.
Melting gifts of sorrow
wherever we fly.
Heating the eaves
of eternity.

Hold the hand you held
before.
Tomorrow, today,
yesterday.
Sleep and dream,
for lo
the Twilight ever keep us

Beside we lie
on molten gold.
Never really reaching
down
to earth.
The Earth.

Cleanse your brow
dear brother.
Sing me tears
my sister.
For the Twilight
ever keep us.

Suns sleep beside us
in our dreams.
Making wings of web
lest we leave.
Lest we Weave
our own destiny.

Beside we lie
on molten gold.
Never ever reaching
down
to earth.
The Earth.

Hold the thought you held
before.
Tomorrow, today,
Yesterday.
Weep and dream,
for lo
the Twilight ever keep us.

Bend your bow
dear brother.
Thrust your spears
dear sister.
Let the Twilight
ever leave us.

~~~

[Grimjust Bearegular]

wow, that is a great poem,I really liked it:)

I like the repetition, the imagery and the somewhat archaic language..nice work!

[Gem Windcaster]

Grimhilde said:

wow, that is a great poem,I really liked it:)

I like the repetition, the imagery and the somewhat archaic language..nice work!

Thankyou, I'm glad you liked it

[GaesII]

A snippet of something I wrote to go with a piece of art I made.

Probably more rambling than poetic though.....

While I slumber in a world devoid of dream
Dark creatures watch over me
And become me during my waking hours.
I sit, silently weeping as wires, barbed and steely
Tear through flesh and sinew to grapple
With my dessicated soul.

[Orfantal]

Lovely little piece hun...very graphic and gripping...saw it with your piece ..very dark and emotive

Hardly rambling!

[GaesII]

Thank you ...was just a few scribbles on a tattered piece of paper really......

[Orfantal]

That's alright hun No ..really .. it was a poem..length is irrelevant... in poetry

Hm so if it had been typed neatly on clean paper that would have made a difference?! LMAO...most of mine have been scribbled illegibly on scraps of envelopes and the like

[Sir Thursday]

I.

Drawn into its cavernous maw,
walls daubed bloddy from twisted design,
I sit, cowering and cornered,
fighting the tidal pull of relentless monotony.

Disconnected from craved company,
my fellows having offered quick surrender,
I watched their infection, tracking
their zombie-like forms' progress
to the place of gathering.

They are gripped by a synergistic fever:
it seems some unseen force coordinates, unknown.
But wait! Invisible yes, but my pounding drums
reveal the order in the seething mass before me.

Horror possesses my imagination,
as from the mindless morass of mush emanates
the intellect of youth, impaled
upon spikes that hang from the ceiling
like the incisors of some monstrous beast.

Someday, it shall eat me too.

II.

A point of entry, a flood of humanity.
The respected mingle with the despised,
and glorious intoxication blankets all,
save the corner I have purloined
and will not relenquish.

No drunken stupor this; rather
a celebration of regularity, of trustworthy beats.
Euphoria lives next door to the metronome.

Nicotine clouds crowd out the oxygen,
but the smokers' best efforts
cannot kill the party.
Regardless, these youths will bask in the glory of empathy
through the bass connecting their souls.

Disconnection is the price paid for a clear head...
would that the decision were not so simple.

-Tales from the Discotheque



I wrote this after being dragged to a disco...does it make me look a bit insane? [To be said in the same tone as "Does my bum look big in this?"]
And do you think it is better for the title to be at the top or the bottom, given that I don't actually say anything about it being in a discotheque in part I?

Sir Thursday

[Demon X]

That is Brilliant

[Sir Thursday]

Thanks, Demon! Do you think it would have worked better if you had known the title before you started reading it?

I'm looking back through this thread now...there are some very talented poets around!

Sir Thursday

EDIT: Yay! 200th post!

[GaesII]

I love the fact that you put the title at the end, makes it take on a style of it's own. Have to say love this poem...love the imagery you've created, very striking

Take a look at Orfantal's poetry...there's some damn fine pieces there

[Dr Trouble]

More of Trouble's poetry!

I know I should stop myself whenever I go to write it, but I never do
This is something I wrote in my lunch break:

Hierarchy, My

Tonight we shall dance!
In such a way to laugh at all
That has come before.
We will sing!
We will shout till our voices
Are struck raw.
Ladies, converse about your children,
Gentlemen, converse about your triumph.
Ladies, don't think about your pride,
Gentlemen, put away you ghosts.

Tonight we shall stumble!
In such a way to cry at all
that is to come.
We will beg!
We will beseech until we have
No more pride.
Ladies, confess your pride,
Gentlemen, relive your ghosts.
Ladies, think of your children,
Gentlemen, put away your triumph.

[Grimjust Bearegular]

Sir Thursday;104921 said:

I.

Drawn into its cavernous maw,
walls daubed bloddy from twisted design,
I sit, cowering and cornered,
fighting the tidal pull of relentless monotony.

Disconnected from craved company,
my fellows having offered quick surrender,
I watched their infection, tracking
their zombie-like forms' progress
to the place of gathering.

They are gripped by a synergistic fever:
it seems some unseen force coordinates, unknown.
But wait! Invisible yes, but my pounding drums
reveal the order in the seething mass before me.

Horror possesses my imagination,
as from the mindless morass of mush emanates
the intellect of youth, impaled
upon spikes that hang from the ceiling
like the incisors of some monstrous beast.

Someday, it shall eat me too.

II.

A point of entry, a flood of humanity.
The respected mingle with the despised,
and glorious intoxication blankets all,
save the corner I have purloined
and will not relenquish.

No drunken stupor this; rather
a celebration of regularity, of trustworthy beats.
Euphoria lives next door to the metronome.

Nicotine clouds crowd out the oxygen,
but the smokers' best efforts
cannot kill the party.
Regardless, these youths will bask in the glory of empathy
through the bass connecting their souls.

Disconnection is the price paid for a clear head...
would that the decision were not so simple.

-Tales from the Discotheque



I wrote this after being dragged to a disco...does it make me look a bit insane? [To be said in the same tone as "Does my bum look big in this?"]
And do you think it is better for the title to be at the top or the bottom, given that I don't actually say anything about it being in a discotheque in part I?

Sir Thursday

I think the title should be at teh end to give the poem an extragavant ending..this is very funny(after you've read the title..it's very dramatic before you read it ) and well written. I like your choice of words and the vivid imagery:)

[Orfantal]

First new thing in a while .. and I'm not very happy with it

Night Thoughts

My thoughts were strangling me last night
as I lay taut and tense,
a million guilty secrets cried
demanding recompense.
So many painful memories
all clawing at my face
and beckoning me mockingly
from paths I daren’t retrace.
Regrets hovering sullenly
to piss into my eyes
with acrid acid streams to show
disdain for all my lies.
I flushed them out with burning tears
that etched my face with pain
and left twin scars of misery,
a silent shameful stain.
I wrestled with my tormentors,
responding to their spite,
and fought with them relentlessly,
my anger burning bright.
I grasped my self-loathing and guilt,
I faced my growing doubts
and battered them into retreat,
a bloody bitter rout.
I took a hold of everything
and wrapped it up so tight,
then locked it in a secret place
that’s hidden out of sight.
This morning as I climbed from bed
I felt a sweat break out,
as I struggled hard to control
a rising, swelling shout.
A bitter roar of defiance
from everything held back
and I knew with stark certitude
that tonight I’ll face a new attack.

[Orfantal]

Sir Thursday - found yours very interesting, and a very creative idea. Would say I liked it a lot but for some reason just don't like the first half, feels a bit disjointed and the phrasing doesn't seem to fit quite together. On the other hand I much prefer the second half. It seems to flow together much better, have phrasing that impacts more, and catches the attention much more. Don't normally like the idea of title's at the end.. but agree with Grimhilde and Gaessi that in this case it sits better there.

[Sir Thursday]

Orfantal said:

Sir Thursday - found yours very interesting, and a very creative idea. Would say I liked it a lot but for some reason just don't like the first half, feels a bit disjointed and the phrasing doesn't seem to fit quite together. On the other hand I much prefer the second half. It seems to flow together much better, have phrasing that impacts more, and catches the attention much more. Don't normally like the idea of title's at the end.. but agree with Grimhilde and Gaessi that in this case it sits better there.

Thanks for the feedback...very interesting, as I personally prefer the first part to the second.

Orfantal said:

Night Thoughts

My thoughts were strangling me last night
as I lay taut and tense,
a million guilty secrets cried
demanding recompense.
So many painful memories
all clawing at my face
and beckoning me mockingly
from paths I daren?t retrace.
Regrets hovering sullenly
to piss into my eyes
with acrid acid streams to show
disdain for all my lies.
I flushed them out with burning tears
that etched my face with pain
and left twin scars of misery,
a silent shameful stain.
I wrestled with my tormentors,
responding to their spite,
and fought with them relentlessly,
my anger burning bright.
I grasped my self-loathing and guilt,
I faced my growing doubts
and battered them into retreat,
a bloody bitter rout.
I took a hold of everything
and wrapped it up so tight,
then locked it in a secret place
that?s hidden out of sight.
This morning as I climbed from bed
I felt a sweat break out,
as I struggled hard to control
a rising, swelling shout.
A bitter roar of defiance
from everything held back
and I knew with stark certitude
that tonight I?ll face a new attack.

I really admire your ability to stick to a rhyme and meter pattern...I can never seem to get it right myself. The images are very striking, and I like the way you use the alliteration to emphasize them. The only thing I'm not sure about is the meter scheme you've used. The subject matter is quite dark, yet when I try to hear myself reading the poem it seems a little too bouncy, if you know what I mean. Perhaps it is just a product of the rhyming couplets...

Sir Thursday

[Chaos]

Just rummaging through a drawer and found this on a very tired piece of paper, I think I wrote it a few years back during a thunderstorm at work.


---

A hungry roar from the darkened sky,
A familiar sound, A comforting cry,
The voice of a parent calling its child,
A child born as equally wild.

A searing flash tears through the night,
This is so good, this feels so right,
A savage unleashing of natural powers,
I chuckle with glee at the world while it cowers.

For centuries now I've been forced to roam,
Looking for Daddy, Searching for home,
But now I have found him up up above,
Owed a reunion of undying love.

I open the door and step outside,
No need to worry, No need to hide,
I open my arms as I bathe in your tears,
Salty and Warm, Disolving my fears.

The truth emerges so crystally clear,
For I am the one, My destiny near,
This is the time to claim what is mine,
A father, a mentor, a throne Divine.


--

Now I just gotta find a moment to read back through all the stuff I've missed in here