Poetry

[banes]

sup ya'll come here to post your poems, get some feedback leave some feedback, discuss theory, the principals of poetry, how to channel the muse, how poetry affects you, and its impact on art, anything poetry related is up for grabs

ill start it up with a poetry submission

Lack of Progression
in the Rain's Procession

Rain travels down the line;
pours down on the people.
The people, they see, only
our own ancestry, instead
of looking for their
descendency.

Divided from the cloud,
the drops take form:
a solid round body,
that splits again
and again, multiplying
to ten thousand more.

They fly and fill
And will themselves
Where they wish,
Knowing still with
Blurry eyes, the concrete
Floor that await
Them all.

Some find that a
Note on the page
Is all they could
Hope to achieve,
And so many drops
Find their niche on the page:
A single note in someone
Else

[themuffinman]

This is quite genius:

Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
between two chunks of bread.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
her clothes all tattered and torn.
It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,
But Little Boy Blue and his horn.

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too, cause he was gay.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to have some hanky panky.
Silly Jill forgot her pill
And now there's little Franky.

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she bent over
Rover took over,
And gave her a bone of his own.

Mary had a little skirt
with splits right up the sides
and every time that Mary walked
the boys could see her thighs
Mary had another skirt
twas split right up the front
and every time that Mary walked
the boys could see her ......
(but she didn't wear that one very often)

[myamagical]

This was written more than a year ago, back when I didn't have writer's block.

An Evil Force

by: Mya

1-17-04

In the swirl of confusion and fear,
Only darkness and shadows appear.
There is a distant and miniature light,
Preparing to fight....
In this neverending story,
Of long malevolent history,
Will our hero conquer over evil,
Or will the shadows prevail?
Come save us from despair,
Before we all disappear.

[Moving Shadow]

The hum of machines. The squealing of breaks. Mechanical feelings, iluminated by the sounds of electronic diversity. The station is is filled with people waiting to leave. And this driving noise takes me home. It takes me home to you.

If you listen close enough, you can hear the soundtrack of our lives playing

on the rails.

[Om3ga]

This is quite genius:

Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
between two chunks of bread.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
her clothes all tattered and torn.
It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,
But Little Boy Blue and his horn.

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too, cause he was gay.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to have some hanky panky.
Silly Jill forgot her pill
And now there's little Franky.

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she bent over
Rover took over,
And gave her a bone of his own.

Mary had a little skirt
with splits right up the sides
and every time that Mary walked
the boys could see her thighs
Mary had another skirt
twas split right up the front
and every time that Mary walked
the boys could see her ......
(but she didn't wear that one very often)

LoL

[banes]

nice nice, im glad everyone is contributing their pieces

real funny ones there corn, did you come up with those yourself? theyre pretty good

i liked yours as well moving shadow, and mya your poem reminded me of something i had written a while ago, you should read this outloud as it is very metrical

Fly True

As darkness falls across the continent,
The earth shakes and crumbles, dividing lands
That were inhabited, into a thin,
Myriad of isles. And from fires within
The faults, concrete and steel pillars arise
To spy the newly formed islands of man.
A bell will toll to tell the toll suffered.

The pillars hold the switches to the lights,
And flood the waste that fills the streets and rivers.
The social ills the pillars spill only
Increase the distance of the isles of man,
And darken days too dark to begin with.

The lights too dim, emit within all of
The scattered TVs, yet on they remain
Like children's night lights in order to ward
Off the darkness, when really someone ought
To turn the lights back on. The TV you
Kept on was only made of sugar pills.

Who dares to bear the seeds to grow the wings
Of angels? Black to bear the mark of arch
Angels, these wings will fly the ones who sprout
Them high into the sky, where switches hide
To light the way to fight the night and find
A way to reunite the isles of man...
But only if you choose to bear the wings.

[themuffinman]

real funny ones there corn, did you come up with those yourself? theyre pretty good

I actually heard em a while back. I forgot how they went so I had to look em up 
I think all kids should learn THOSE in elementary 

[Art]

Art(s) poetry:
Poetry is a window to the abstract and sometimes surreal portion of the human mind.  -me

[quadz]

This surely ain't mine--I wish--but it's a poem I've always liked the dark portentous sense of -

[banes]

i love that poem so much quadz, good taste

i actually did a close reading analysis of that piece

[themuffinman]

i actually did a close reading analysis of that piece

Me too *ahem cough cough* {expert poet Cornholio!} 

[banes]

really? did you do it for yourself or did you do it for a class

[themuffinman]

really? did you do it for yourself or did you do it for a class

No I didnt do it for no class! I just heard those waaaay back and I just remembered em recently 
I dont do no poetry/rhymes

[LaMont=GSN=]

Nice pieces, Banes! 

Here's one I wrote near the end of my daughter's teenage years...

Hard Echoes

I am too numbed to remember
How many times
I have embraced fire
And smothered coals with my flesh
Carving acrid smoke into words of praise
Wearing a warm stencilled smile
Because it was the right thing
The only thing
The armor of faith is a threadbare cloak
Framing exhaustion
There is no quit

And there are no regrets

That which I fed with my soul
Has grown slowly
Near smothered by weeds I missed
Stubbornly thriving
Reaching for the light of the fire
Shielded from the flames
To find the brighter light inside
Rising power

Soon raise a well-earned cup
And ignore the cracked rim
Night winds blow
Grains of time
Through deserted corridors in my life
Burying the hard-fought trail
In a warm blanket of dust


LaMont

[banes]

wow excellent work lamont, that is the best amateur poem ive seen submitted so far very good imagery, id like to discuss poetry with you, and take this chance to change the focus of this thread from submission, to discussion

two questions for everyone to answer

what is poetry to you, and how do you go about channeling your poetry from your heart on to the page