Post Your Poetry

[Guardian of the Skies]

Post any poems you like here to show the world the creativity and beauty or horrors of your mind. Others can read it and either tell you where you need improvement or give you thepraise and encouragement you deserve.
~Manga Kokoro~  

[Guardian of the Skies]

The Ocean
~Manga Kokoro~
The water placidly ebbs and flows,
Reflecting the beauty that the night shows.
The water tries tranquilly to go to sleep,
But the moon wants nothing less than to play,
So she shines bright lights in the oceans eyes until day.
The ocean tosses and turns for sleep,
But the moon will win while the ocean will weep.  

[Otulissa]

manga kokoro

The Ocean
~Manga Kokoro~
The water placidly ebbs and flows,
Reflecting the beauty that the night shows.
The water tries tranquilly to go to sleep,
But the moon wants nothing less than to play,
So she shines bright lights in the oceans eyes until day.
The ocean tosses and turns for sleep,
But the moon will win while the ocean will weep.

I love your rhyming scheme! This poem is lovely; beatifully written. Nice word choice. ^_^  

[Guardian of the Skies]

Otulissa

manga kokoro

The Ocean
~Manga Kokoro~
The water placidly ebbs and flows,
Reflecting the beauty that the night shows.
The water tries tranquilly to go to sleep,
But the moon wants nothing less than to play,
So she shines bright lights in the oceans eyes until day.
The ocean tosses and turns for sleep,
But the moon will win while the ocean will weep.

I love your rhyming scheme! This poem is lovely; beatifully written. Nice word choice. ^_^

Thank you! whee I write a lot of poetry during class. My English teachers have actually suggested I enter some of my poems in contests, but everytime I try, I lose my stamps to mail them.  

[Otulissa]

I remember back in 5th grade, my teacher mailed a poem into a contest for me... but she chose a poem that was not really my best poem. xD;; And I didn't win anything. sweatdrop  

[Otulissa]

Hm... I write poems whenever I get inspired (if I can). I try to refrain myself at school because last time I wrote a poem in class, I got in trouble because I was supposed to do "school-related stuff" in my spare time. emo Even if I finish a test and have nothing to do...  

[Silver Nephilim]

Hi. I'm the newest here, invited, Silver Nephilim, and here's a poem I wrote after reading Hesse's Siddhartha.

Turning Leaves
Turning leaves
settling on the skin.
Turning leaves
swirling in the water.
Dancing, spinning,
ever, ever,
a wild dervish of green.

 

[Otulissa]

I like that poem! It's simple and deep at the same time. I haven't read that book yet, so I probably cannot connect it. sweatdrop What is the story about?  

[Silver Nephilim]

It's about Siddhartha (who's the parallel of the original Siddhartha who became the Buddha) and his quest for enlightenment...by going on an ancient Indian-style roadtrip. XD  

[Unseen Daydream]

oops! i acidently posted my poem in a seperate topic! Here i'll post it here

Synesthesia is a medical conditon/disorder/symptom in which the sense basically get cross-wired; people can begin to 'see' sounds or 'hear' colors. If a person who suffers frequent and hgih class migranes, has done drugs like ecstacy, or even been in a very bad accident, said person can experiance this efect. Some People are born with this ability though, several famous painters were said to experiance Synesthesia.

Anyway, i just want to know what you all think of it, so I would love to hear feed back!

Synesthesia

We, the insane, gather here today
to celebrate a new member into our folds!
And we're running, running far away
See me? Breathing? Never!
Synesthesia, Synesthesia
I'm seeing music, I'm hearing colors!
Beat me down and build me up.
Doctor, Doctor, don't you know?
You can't fix what ain't broke.
Am I insane in a sane world?
Or sane in an insane one?
Are you? How can you be so sure of your sanity?
See the music, see the music
Maintain a healthy level of insanity!
The color of your voice is oh-so beautiful
Synesthesia, Synesthesia
Warp me, Change me, Dance with me
Show me the world as it was meant to be
The rain falls with a pitter-patter and a scream
Lovly, lovly, my beautiful-ugly
See the Music! See the Sounds!
Colors! Colors! Synesthesia!
Doctor, Doctor don't you know?
We, the insane, gather here today...  

[Ava850]

The frist sentence just poped up in my head oneday siting in math class i wrote it down and when i got home that day this was writen. Hope you like it.(I worte it back in February)

You never truly loved me; you never really cared. You just used and abuse my love until you no longer needed me there. You used my love for your own cause; you made me powerless and at your will. I became someone different just to please you, but I hated who I became. And as soon as you could no longer handle me you left saying “let’s just be friends”, and when you said you wanted me back I said “I have other plans”. You got mad and told me thanks for breaking your heart; well, what about mine? You took it from me. I’m finding myself all over again, no thanks to you. I will work on finding my way back to my heart because you lost it. You are fading into the back of my mind; and it is becoming easier every day to stay ahead of the game. Is this what I really want; is this what I need? Yes it is. I tell my self I’m doing right, and I will always love you no matter how long we fight. You were my first love and will always be that, no one else can take that from me. I hate how things ended, but it happens. You have moved on faster than I, but that is ok. I’m on my way to finding out what I really want from life; as well as whom I want to be. But right now I find me.

 

[pigmite]

ive got a poem in the arena and i would write it here but i lost the original print and i cant copy and paste it here  

[Silver Nephilim]

Poem written after seeing a ghost in my house.

Scullery Maid

The lady moves around the house.
Hurtling, bustling, doing all the dirty work.
I don't know, at first.
Too busy half-doing laundry on the floor.
I break and lie back,
happen to look up.
She has on a headwrap--
does she have hair?
Her dress is old and puffs out
as she's leaned over.
Her eyes are reproving,
one hand's on her hips.
The other one's wagging a finger at me.
She's saying something,
but someone's put her on mute.
Later, I find out what it was she said:
"Why'd you leave the lights on?"  

[Otulissa]

Silver Nephilim

Poem written after seeing a ghost in my house.

Scullery Maid

The lady moves around the house.
Hurtling, bustling, doing all the dirty work.
I don't know, at first.
Too busy half-doing laundry on the floor.
I break and lie back,
happen to look up.
She has on a headwrap--
does she have hair?
Her dress is old and puffs out
as she's leaned over.
Her eyes are reproving,
one hand's on her hips.
The other one's wagging a finger at me.
She's saying something,
but someone's put her on mute.
Later, I find out what it was she said:
"Why'd you leave the lights on?"

You saw a ghost in your house?! Was she like in the poem?  

[Silver Nephilim]

Otulissa

Silver Nephilim

Poem written after seeing a ghost in my house.

Scullery Maid

The lady moves around the house.
Hurtling, bustling, doing all the dirty work.
I don't know, at first.
Too busy half-doing laundry on the floor.
I break and lie back,
happen to look up.
She has on a headwrap--
does she have hair?
Her dress is old and puffs out
as she's leaned over.
Her eyes are reproving,
one hand's on her hips.
The other one's wagging a finger at me.
She's saying something,
but someone's put her on mute.
Later, I find out what it was she said:
"Why'd you leave the lights on?"

You saw a ghost in your house?! Was she like in the poem?

Yeah. She had on a red headwrap and a dress with an old-fashioned pattern. I think she's a slave ghost. She hangs around between my house and my friend's house with the other lady ghost that comes around--the other lady ghost's a Civil War nurse.