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Poetry!


Sara1983 Anyone here writes poems, wanna share or even compete?? post up here please!
**here's one I wrote:
Talk To Me
Hold on to me
Look closely…
Don’t drift away
Don’t leave me here
Out on a limb
Don’t take it in your stride…
It was a mishap
I didn’t mean to hurt you….
I didn’t mean the words I said
Be lenient…
Look into my eyes
Hold on to me
Lean on me
Talk to me
Let me know
Everything you wanna say
Spell out what’s
In you heart strings
Unleash those words
Let go off, the things I said
Look into my eyes
Hear me talking
I’ll give you a leg-up
I’ll stand by you
When you’re all alone
Look back…
I’ll be there for you
It’s hurting me
Seeing you sad
It’s hurting me
Looking into those
Sad tearful eyes…
Everything is moving
While I’m frozen in a
Moment of mishap…
Let me talk to you
I’m not so good with words
But, I’ll try to show you
That we belong together
Look into my eyes
Hear me talking
Hear the sound of my heart
Be lenient…
I didn’t mean the words I said
Hold on to me
Lean on me
Trust in me
Let me hold you
Don’t leave me here
Out on a limb
Talk to me…
Unleash those words…
I can be everything
You want me to be.
HP Hey
I only like the last two sentences :P
[color=red]I can be everything
You want me to be.[/color]
Be my guest for one night :P GAB
Two sentences you'll never hear from anything that stands upright and walks the Earth, HP..................well, unless you are prepared to pay.............hope, you've got a plantinum c/card. :P HP
Why the heck no one said "
well said GAB" Or " i am agree with GAB" :P
where are arnie , Fayz and crew .............come and say it :)
GAB;
E.Jewel will say it :oops: GAB And the violins play........................eek eek eek!! :lol: Sara1983 I'm confused hahaha, thnx for the comments anyway!!!!! brutal-romance have a couple of poems i wanna share..although they sound better on my guitar.
Such a Fool
My loss will have you suffocate
your heart for me to allocate
I was your dependent addiction
I caused this internal contradiction
Don’t fool yourself, you can never move along
I’ll be haunting every dream and nightmare you got
Don’t try to convince yourself that what we had was wrong
You know it more than I do, without it your soul would rot
You think it all ended last night
Believing it’ll do us both good
Stop hiding behind your degrading fright
We both know it’s just a momentary lost of sight
Stop hiding away, like a frightened child
Stop running away, escaping to your world of trance
Halt and realize what you could find
If you gave it all another chance
Did you think I would cry for you over the phone?
Beg you to not leave me behind all alone?
If you did, you’re even more foolish than I thought
This is a lost deal you just bought
the other one is...which is a very recent one...
A Kid with a Paper Bag on her Head
Neurotic, persistent phobic
With dreams about something horrific
A kid with a paper bag on her head
A kid curled all day in bed
Day and day, pass by
Sorrow and pity, shimmer from her eyes
Repulsed by the stench of atrocity
Lives by her own eccentric philosophy
A kid with a paper bag on her head
A kid curled all day in bed
A kid that keeps the boogeyman within fed
with the world’s own narcissism that’s tinted with red
a kid that goes wild and paints the city blue
a kid that’s terrified from the heavens crimson hue
a kid that keeps a storm in her pocket
escapes the world with a shining rocket
a kid that is always late
even for her own fate
begs for her lover to go faster
ditches him behind for another bastard
a kid who always find someone new
to hurt, and leave behind as she flew
searching for another dismal soul
to feed on everything that’s foul
a kid who will always be a sinner
mistaken herself for a champ winner
a kid with a paper bag on her head
a kid curled all day in bed

P.S: please tell me what you think. Sara1983
HeLLOoo you, aren't u someone I know... pardon me just online
somewhere :!: :?: I do ... right... u & the devilish angel r frnds yeah????? Sara1983 brutal-romance, good poems.. DON'T stop :wink: RedLion This one's by Wordsworth... I just wanted to share... She was a Phantom of Delight by: William Wordsworth SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; 5 Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. 10 I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet 15 Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. 20 And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, 25 Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.

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naruto Excuse me if i touch the sky smoking weed and getting high if u smell my breath u gonna die and dnt blam me im just a guy :roll: Sara1983
gawd gawd bushra21 Virgin eyes the black laugh silenced her Her senses fading Mercy by violence the love ending His crime was desire Deniz EVERYBODY IF YOU DON'T SPEAK EVERYBODY IS OVERSENSITIVE IF YOU SPEAK EVERYBODY IS DEAF.... IF YOU GIVE UP FROM TELLING OR TRYING TO BE UNDERSTOOD, IF YOU COVER YOUR SENSES, A BLIND DARKNESS COMES ONTO YOU SLOWLY.... AND THE ONLY THING THAT YOU CAN FEEL IS YOUR LONELINESS.... IF YOU FED UP WITH SILENCE, AND RUN INTO THE CROWD.... YOUR LONELINESS INCREASES INSTEAD OF DECREASING. IT IS WORSE THAN BEFORE NOW AND BECOMES HEAVIER.... IF YOU GO EVERYBODY IS KNOWN, IF YOU STAY EVERYBODY IS STRANGER.... IS IT THE TASTE OF ABOUT TO BE CRAZY? IF YOU DON'T SPEAK EVERYBODY IS OVERSENSITIVE.... IF YOU SPEAK EVERYBODY IS DEAF.... Deniz [color=darkred]I
YOU AND LOVE
ARE FALLEN INTO A RIVER OF TIME
LIKE A LITTLE STONE...
LOVE IS STANDING STILL
BUT THE TIME IS
STILL DRAGGING US ON.
IT IS CLEAR THAT
LOVE IS HEAVIER THAN
TWO OF US!...[/color] mema
nice guys..but i liked this one a lot rudeboy Someday u may lose ur hair. u may lose ur teeth- ur money & even lose ur mind. But 1 thing u will never loose is ur good looks. coz u cant lose wot u don't have! rudeboy I see your face when I am dreaming That's why I always wake up screaming rudeboy 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT my girlfriend: :( I hate you every time a day passed without a text from you, The feeling of a dark and gloomy day I have to go through… I hate you every time I see you close to another guy, Feels like my heart can’t help but cry… I hate you every time I’m with you and you remain silent, Feels like I’m going through a series of punishment… I hate you every time you keep secrets from me, Feels like even our friendship is not meant to be…. I hate you every time you tell me to go away, Feels like I’m the saddest part of your day… I hate you every time you got angry because of my suggestion, Feels like I’m the biggest obstacle in your clear direction….. I hate you every time when you accuse, taunt and be mean to me Feels like you like doing this to me… I hate you every time you make me feel so unimportant, Feels like the care you’d given before are all with hesitant… I hate you for making me fall so deep, Feels like I’m just been taken for a trip… I hate you for making me believe that your love for me is true, And now I’m left all alone with a feeling so lonely and blue by rudeboy :D
Deniz Love and Friendship
[color=violet]Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.[/color] Emily Jane Bronte Deniz [color=indigo]My luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
My luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile![/color] Deniz [color=darkblue]BROKEN DREAMS
THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake -- that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, 'Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.'
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sake's sake.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.[/color] Deniz by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

[color=red]Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forebore---
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two. [/color] Deniz Deniz Deniz Deniz Deniz Sara1983 Nice One Deniz, thnx for sharin ^^
I like the very last one, u repeated the post more than Once :D
Read this One, I wrote it ^^
Do you want to
Do you want to
Become a complete moron?
Do you want to
Feel so pathetic?
Do you want to
Feel like you’re the dumbest
Person on earth?
Do you want to
Act like a fool?
Do you want to
Become a different person
That is so not you?
Do you want to
Get tongue-tied
And blabber like a schmuck?
In short do you want to become a fool
Just fall in love!
©2006 ~Sara zam where is intimacy??? this is his forte!!! :roll: Sara1983 maybe he's jst hidin somewhere! Deniz THE BLUE-EYED GIANT, THE MINIATURE WOMAN AND THE HONEYSUCKLE He was a blue-eyed giant, He loved a miniature woman. The woman's dream was of a miniature house with a garden where honeysuckle grows in a riot of colors; that sort of house. The giant loved like a giant, and his hands were used to such big things that the giant could not make the building, could not knock on the door of the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colors at that house. He was a blue-eyed giant, He loved a miniature woman, a mini-miniature woman. The woman was hungry for comfort and tired of the giant's long strides. And bye-bye off she went to the embraces of a rich midget with a garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colors; that sort of house. Now the blue-eyed giant realizes, a giant isn't even a graveyard for love: in the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colors; that sort of house... Nâzım HİKMET (translated by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk) Deniz ON LIVING I Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example- I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, your hands tied behind your back, your back to the wall, or else in a laboratory in your white coat and safety glasses, you can die for people- even for people whose faces you've never seen, even though you know living is the most real, the most beautiful thing. I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees- and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don't believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier. II Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery - which is to say we might not get from the white table. Even though it's impossible not to feel sad about going a little too soon, we'll still laugh at the jokes being told, we'll look out the window to see it's raining, or still wait anxiously for the latest newscast ... Let's say we're at the front- for something worth fighting for, say. There, in the first offensive, on that very day, we might fall on our face, dead. We'll know this with a curious anger, but we'll still worry ourselves to death about the outcome of the war, which could last years. Let's say we're in prison and close to fifty, and we have eighteen more years, say, before the iron doors will open. We'll still live with the outside, with its people and animals, struggle and wind- I mean with the outside beyond the walls. I mean, however and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die. III This earth will grow cold, a star among stars and one of the smallest, a gilded mote on blue velvet- I mean this, our great earth. This earth will grow cold one day, not like a block of ice or a dead cloud even but like an empty walnut it will roll along in pitch-black space ... You must grieve for this right now -you have to feel this sorrow now- for the world must be loved this much if you're going to say ``I lived'' ... Nâzım HİKMET (translated by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk) Deniz Daffodils" (1804) I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. By William Wordsworth (1770-1850). Deniz Do You Still Have Hope
If you can look at the sunset and smile,
then you still have hope...
If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower,
then you still have hope...
If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly,
then you still have hope...
If the smile of a child can still warm your heart,
then you still have hope...
If you can see the good in other people,
then you still have hope...
If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep,
then you still have hope...
If the sight of a rainbow still makes you
stop and stare in wonder,
then you still have hope...
If the soft fur of a favored pet still
feels pleasant under your fingertips,
then you still have hope...
If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism,
then you still have hope...
If you give people the benefit of a doubt,
then you still have hope...
If you still offer your hand in friendship to others
that have touched your life, then you still have hope...
If receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings
a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope...
If the suffering of others still fills you with pain and frustration,
then you still have hope...
If you refuse to let a friendship die, or accept that it must end,
then you still have hope...
If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection,
then you still have hope...
If you still buy the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree
or cook the turkey, then you still have hope...
If you still watch love stories or want the endings to be happy,
then you still have hope...
If you can look to the past and smile,
then you still have hope....
If, when faced with the bad, when told everything is futile, you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase... yeah....BUT. . Then you still have hope...
Hope is such a marvelous thing. It bends, it twists, it sometimes
hides, but rarely does it break... It sustains us when nothing else can... It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in...
Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage... Hope puts our feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it... Hope moves us to act when our souls are confused of the direction... .
Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished and nurtured, and something that will refresh us in return... And it can be found in each of us, and it can bring light into the darkest of places...
Never lose hope... rvp_legend Nâzım HİKMET is a wonderfull Poet. Great Taste Deniz :-) teşekkürler bear written a long damn time ago.... They say: “silence is the greatest passion”. For all the feelings you wanted to show and all the words you wanted to say can be shown in a single look, expression or smile – a gaze which seems to last forever is interrupted by a sparkle in her eyes Her presence like a flash of daybreak to the fray and her beauty imbued on angels wings. But no words are needed for we share the silence. This silence is like a strain of music, easy to remember, impossible to catch. And when the silence is about to be broken…a kiss. No words are needed for as they say: “silence is the greatest passion”. susuomar [color=darkred] "fa alnas hatha hath- oohou maalan wathaa 3lmin wathaka maakarim al akhlaq" who said this poem please if anyone can help post ur replies thank you, [/color] [/b] Deniz Priceless Gifts
Life holds so many priceless things
The falling rain -- the wind that sings
Each star on high -- a big full moon
And sunbeams dancing in your room.
The river as it rushes on
A sunset when day is gone
No wealth can buy a mountain tall
These priceless things belong to all.
An autumn tree lends beauty rare
With leaves piled deep most everywhere
As nature wears a glowing smile
to make each day a day worthwhile.
Could anything be quite as dear,
As laughing children that we hear
The gift of friendship that is ours
The miracle of growing flowers.
Each magic moment -- treasured time
These priceless gifts are yours and mine...
~ Author Unknown ~
[/list] Deniz TOUCH MY HEART -
Touch my heart and I'll touch yours
With a gentle word or two,
For kindness bears the sweetest fruit
That makes our dreams come true.
Touch my life with tenderness
And fill my cup with love.
Share my dreams as I share yours
Beyond the stars above.
Take my hand as I grow old
And lead me when I'm blind.
Show me that you really care...
Good Friends are hard to find.
Touch my heart and I'll touch yours
A little more each day
And then we both find happiness
Somewhere along the way. Deniz Let me be a little kinder,
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me,
Let me praise a little more.
Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery...
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother who is weaker;
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be.
Let me be more understanding,
And a little less demanding,
Let me be the sort of friend
That you have always been to me.
[color=red] let me love you
let me shine into your world
let me give you happiness
let me let me....
[/color] Deniz
With the darkness closing in, I gaze into the light
The darker my past, the brighter my future
The emptiness ahead is filled with my dreams
With my actions
You never know when stepping in the light
If you are blinded by your future
Or skeptic from your past
Tired of your present
You need a change, you need hope
No more darkness in your life
This leap may be one you fear
But now, the future is near Deniz SONNET LXVI Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. William SHAKESPEARE Larissa20 Rainbow, heaven, night and sigh, Ocean, tender nestling’s cry, Yearnings, laugh, distress and smile, Apple blossom, cheery stream, Love and death – about him alexandra i totally love the one about the blue eyed giant. thanks for posting Deniz keep them coming :wink: Ironklad I read "poetry" and I got all excited, only to realize when I actually started reading the poems in here that this forum is female-infested, and is thereby full of lovey-dovey "why did you leave me?"-type work.
I'm not complaining. Most of you have done a beautiful job, It's just that I guess my raw lyrics won't quite fit in here.
Anyhow, I do have this one poem that I wrote as an exception to my usual war-mongering style. It's supposed to be a sort of will for my first born son (totally hypothetical situation; I don't have a son nor am I expecting one anytime soon). There is a fair share of double meanings and metaphorical tripping (I was totally stoned when I wrote it) but It still won me a few competitions. So you guys let me know what you think. Here goes:

Son Of Nefertiti
(last words to my first born)
Son of Akhenatun…
Son of Narjez…
Son of Nefertiti…
These Are My Last Words To My First-Born…
My miracle, my warrior, my vow to reign superior/
Sacred is your blood, never bow to your inferior//
My ultimate triumph over hell and damnation/
My rising dragon, upcoming pride of my nation//
My fruit-laden trees amid faminous times/
My lyrical eruptions during scarcity of rhymes//
My king among slaves during times of despair/
My ultimate justice in eternities unfair//
My vicious wrecker of tyrants, my just erector of nations/
Known will be your name for a thousand generations//
You will grow my prince, to be a king in your own right/
Learn that you'll be seen weak if you don't charge//
You'll wither and fade if you don't fight/
Exercise your right, elaborate your might//
Be the reaper of souls and be the bringer of light/
Envision and create, you CAN subdue fate//
Be a player of roles but lever let - your stars out of your sight/
By any possible means keep your dreams unharnessed//
Individually, ride on TEN armies and still win regardless/
To make them love you or fear you, of all questions, the hardest//
To have them serve or endear you, never fear seeming heartless/
Give them alternate to ancient glories they mourn//
Lead them through battlefields and make THEM blow your war horn/
I've seen so many wars I'd grown bitter and forlorn//
But despite my scars I'm thankful, I lived/
Just to see the first tears of my first-born//
I bear no more scorn, my fears are long gone/
I changed all that sworn and brought forth a new cycle//
New prime objective: Educate my disciple/
I took an oath in blood, no Korans and no Bibles//
On my tombstone I swore to eradicate your rivals/
Chase them into graves, obliterate their vitals//
Never again the fate of your forefathers/
These are, my blood, the ABCs of survival…//
{Verse II}
Blessed if I live to see you blossom and bloom/
Freeze time at your conception, until YOU see fit that the world resume//
My venerable standard bearer, my gentle wiper of tears/
My lion in the battlefield, be respected and feared//
Seek absolute power, but never get greedy//
Salvate the poor and be a hand to the needy/
Preserve your blood and be kind to your people//
Don't expose your mind but make sure your heart is see-through//
Be loyal to your brothers and never let a friend down/
Good friends in this world are very rare to come around//
Be gentle with your mother, she's a wonderful woman/
You'll disagree at times, but then again, she's a woman//
Always keep the struggle very close to your heart/
Never you and the cause spend a moment apart//
When you give life to life be a fierce protector/
But never let anger govern the way you act out//
Never take a life unless it takes another/
And be as just as you know best in this life and others//
Fourteen hundred years and I still can't forget/
Everyday I pray that a better fate you get//
Keep up the fight until the time of my revival/
These are, my blood, the ABCs of survival…//

- Kemikal Ali alexandra u say it's a raw poem and by this i assume that u want to portray urself as a macho in this women infested forum...however i think that it takes a great deal of sensitivity (apart from talent) to write this stuff...and i personaly think it's great... :wink: Ironklad LMAO :lol: I knew I was going to get my ears pinched by at least one chick, wait till the others read it, then I'm REALLY in trouble lol. If you had read what I had written more carefully, you'd have seen that I stated that this poem was an exception to my usual style. I didn't say I was macho nor insensitive, I just said my style was raw, and in almost every other poem or song I've ever written, it is just that. You would know what I meant if you read any of my other work. Anyhow, thanks for reading it and giving me your opinion, its much appreciated. And most of all, thanks for thinking it was great lol. alexandra lol dont fear "the the other chiks" they wont hang u lollllllll :lol: :lol: but it really was great, i loved it. keep them coming... :wink: Ironklad
Lol you wanna bet ? Women can be mean evil creatures when you push the wrong buttons.
Anyway, here's a part of something else I've written. You'll notice the difference in style. This still isn't my most grimy, that stuff would be way too complex for females to fathom (I'm sorry I just couldn't help teasing :lol: ).
Anyway, this poem is unfinished (as is half a ton of scribblings I have stashed all over my house). It's just one verse, but I thought sharing is caring so I might as well lol.
Apocalypse Sunrise
Erratic distortions of war-time emotions/
Render obsolete whatever think-tank precautions//
Despite all attempts at the enforcement of notions/
Earthquakes of wrath will inflict upon the reckless the same effects with which - they'll hit the cautious//
Said anonymous dark forces repatriate to mother ships the world's vital resources/
Puppet kings and android heirs-to-thrones await the grandmaster's orders//
Total galactic eclipse, Army of the apocalypse will now come to order/
From the mountains will descend titans and from the valleys arise fighters that make the dunes smolder//
Inhale - the wrath of the beholder/
Legions of doom that bring forth the new order//
Annihilating arsenals, char-broiling soldiers/
Tell who dares to ask, These are the Jeneral's orders//
Insurmountable fury strikes foes with toxic mortars/
Jaw-dropping outbreak of phenomenal manslaughter//
Bloody corpses washing up-shores in numbers light years beyond murder/
Apocalyptic seas,
Downfall of regimes,
As legions of regents kneel down and pledge allegiance-
All praise the almighty for all seems in order
All seems in order
All seems in order ...
- Jeneral ECS Deniz [color=violet] Love needs a beauty
Beauty wants effort
Beauty is not on body
It wants a fire in heart
[/color] PARANOID Everyone was running toward some unknown destination, Beyond time,beyond space. I didn't know it was a race. They're all gone now, and I'm still here, By myself. Nobody noticed, but I got left behind. Deniz Love is like magic and it always will be, For love still remains life's sweet mystery. Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange And there's nothing in life that love cannot change! Love can transform the most commonplace Into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace. Love is unselfish, understanding and kind, For it sees with its heart and not with its mind. Love is the answer that everyone seeks... Love is the language that every heart speaks. Love can't be bought, it is priceless and free, Love, like pure magic, is life's sweet mystery!.... Deniz SONNET 66 by Shakespeare Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. Deniz I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL by Orhan Veli KANIK I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; At first there blows a gentle breeze And the leaves on the trees Softly flutter or sway; Out there, far away, The bells of water carriers incessantly ring; I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; Then suddenly birds fly by, Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool, A hubbub at the hub of the market, Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons, At the docks while hammers bang and clang Spring winds bear the smell of sweat; I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; Still giddy since bygone bacchanals, A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep, Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed, I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk: Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks; Something falls on the ground out of her hand, It's a rose I guess. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; A bird flutters round your skirt; I know your brow is moist with sweat And your lips are wet. A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees: I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes Deniz THERE'S SOMETHING I HAVE LEARNED FROM WHAT I'VE LlVED by Ataol BEHRAMOGLU There's something I have learned from what I've lived: lf you're to live something, live it to its fullest Your beloved should fall exhausted from your kisses You should fall exhausted from smelling a flower One can watch the sky for hours Can for hours watch the sea, a bird, a child To live on earth is to mingle with it Growing roots that cannot be eradicated When you hug a friend you should hug him vigorously You should fight with all your muscles, body, passion And once you stretch out on the hot sand You should rest like a grain of sand, a leaf, a stone One should listen to all the beautiful music on earth So as to fill all his being with sounds and songs One should dive into life as if Diving from a rock into an emerald sea Distant lands should lure you, people you do not know You should burn with desire to read all the books, to know all the lives You should not exchange for anything the pleasure of drinking a glass of water All the joys should fill you with the yearning to live And you should live grief also, with honor, with all your being For grief also, like joy, matures a person Your blood should mingle with the great circulation of life In your veins must circulate the eternal fresh blood of life There is something I have learned from what I've lived: If you're to live, live big, as if you are mingling with the rivers, the sky, the whole universe For what we call a life span is a gift to life And life is a gift to mankind Deniz LOVE IS FOR TWO The wind changes direction Suddenly the leaves fade The boat at sea loses its way Searches for a port in vain The smile of a stranger Has stolen your beloved from you The poison accumulating inside you Will kill itself only It is death which is lived alone Love is for two Not a single trace is left From nightlong lovemakings Thousands of years away is The skin you've touched a thousand times The poems you could have written Are written and done with It is death which is lived alone Love is for two No consolation to you Are the songs you know Pain is unchained Waters flow backwards Even if you draw your love like a dagger It serves only to kill it The wayward bird of love Has flown away with no warning It is death which is lived alone Love is for two You're simply a lost song Consumed and degraded A child weeps in your dreams As the night brushes against the windows For no butterfly Lives its love alone No insect is alone No bird is alone when in love It is death which is lived alone Love is for two Deniz By Atilla ILhan ILLICIT LOVE come through my other door you cannot open this come with your former eyes come at the time to kill and be vigilant lest someone should follow you I have been hiding in this house for a long time I have changed my name they call me something else day and night I wear sunglasses come through my other door you cannot open this come toward daybreak come with all your eyes I am getting darker and darker behind the shutters troubles engulf me and so does the Fall I am unable to recognize your voice on the phone your face flows and vanishes away through my fingers something neeting something broken forever come toward daybreak come with your former eyes come through my other door you cannot open this and be vigilant lest someone should follow you I no longer exist for anyone they conjured my loves with enormous violins my fears have been lonesome for eternity I am a lonely verse is that why I am getting wet a revolver completes my novel the play is over they tumed off the lights come as if you do not exist come at the time to kill come through my other door you cannot open this they locked and sealed it from the outside and be vigilant lest someone should follow you FLOWER OF MISERY exhausted they were at the alsancak train station flower of misery in the night was the clock at the station nothing existed but themselves a treacherous trembling seized the man his hands were tom they were handcuffed the wife was canying his bag nobody knew who they were flower of misery in the night was the clock at the station they got on a third-class car it became clear the man would go they seemed to have given up something try what he may he couldn't look at his wife standing they smoked cheap cigarettes flower of misery in the ni~ht was the clock at the station they had already fallen in solitude past and future in darkness suddenly they turned pale quietly the cars began moving Deniz I WANT A COUNTRY I want a country Let the sky be blue, the bough green, the cornfield yellow Let it be a land of birds and flowers. I want a country Let there be no pain in the head, no yearning in the heart Let there be an end to brothers' quarrels. I want a country Let there be no rich and poor, no you and me On winter days let everyone have house and home. I want a country Let living be like loving from the heart If there must be complaint, let it be of death. Ironklad Deniz, I think I'm in love hahaha. Deniz
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
[...]
"Fools" said I,"you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
Simon And Garfunkel Ironklad Guys, I was looking at all the poems posted on here and I noticed that most of it is cover poetry. If we wanted to read something by Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe we could find that easily online or in a library. The idea here should be to share what WE write and get feedback on it. Wouldn't that give more substance to the forum ? farthestpoint I had written this poem a year back.... The Promise I am keeping your promise Close to thy heart Holding on to trust That was once set aside I am living in peace Mind clear of confusion Life hanging without illusion Grains of sand loosened along I am keeping your promise In that morning accord When my tears had fallen A tear of joy I am keeping your promise Connection all bounded In that hard book written As if by our angels I am keeping your promise My heart won’t be broken The last of my heart beat Locked and reserved I am keeping your promise Of everything altogether Closing thy eyes Seeing the day of your return Your promise My promise One day we shall be Together again ....then after a while, as they say, promises are meant to be broken, this poem followed... I Know Not I know not what lies ahead I know not if heart's at stake I know not how strong I'll be I know not the way to me In those daily doses I breathe In my disappearance it cease The crazy irrelevance Is a chase no one desires Tap the bullet of the gun Hardly hammer the nails down Breaking those bones in my leg Is bearable than last caress Tell me when this will end Like an armour shield down Fighting internal war I am bare naked, I am This is my last surrender Mustering all courage I don't intend to falter I know not, I know not ....and then, this followed... Five Eternal Minutes The light on top of the ceiling Activates a virtual voice of your being A soft and funny welcoming home One day it will be your voice alone Drops of rain, winds of change It’s coming slowly, path in place All tears that drop, questions unasked It’s coming slowly, unhidden, unmasked The buried truth, lights itself bright I don’t even have to asked On your own, you opened up wide My soul within, this very night, suddenly felt light It’s a continuous everyday reminder Never to stop moving further The simplest thing no man can comprehend Is the most special thing that kept me bend The sky I saw as dull as it can be The night of rainfall sucking our very soul In five eternal minutes, it lightens itself Suddenly turning the rain to togetherness I may have grown over the years Setting aside unimportant things When one felt he had it all It’s time to question, what is wrong? No, that question no longer is For one peaceful heart stopped the fear Trust...only in its purest form Laid the foundation of it all Conclusion: Writing poems is a big help to get over it!!! hahahahahaha :blob5: Jane_msk
nice one :D bhomes Good poetic sense prevails in Dubai. Skyper it may not always be so; and I say that if your lips,which I have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as I know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that I may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands. unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home ...lovers alone wear sunlight. Skyper oreos dip it in the milk sh*t i dropped it now my oreo is to soft orea orea, orea orea, why do you have to be so round i have no place to grip you orea orea, I will drink the milk. hush. Miss_lolly Alone I know this place from time of old, Dark, scary and very cold. To be left alone to stand and stare, Out of the shadows of despair, To be left to feel so tired and stranded, The doubt of a liar branded? With no-one there to understand, Who's with me to hold my hand? Left to cry myself asleep, I alone will secrets keep, For I must learn how to cope, From this dark place with little hope. Heavy baggage forever to be carrying, Will it prevent me from marrying? Can I ever again feel whole? At least this has to be my goal. All I long for is a hug and a cuddle, But that's what started this awful muddle. I tell you one thing that's a definite must, A dependable man to love and trust, One that's patient and tolerant of baggage, To sweep me off in a golden carriage, To a new life, uninhibited and free, But most of all to love me for me. But that sort of thing only happens in books, And besides, I know I don't have the looks, Someone please strike a match or a light, Just so I know an end is in sight, I know I won't feel like this forever, I would like to think I'm just that little bit clever. But please will someone share my path? To chat to drink and have a laugh, To say everything will be all right, To share my load and make it light, Now it's time for this to end, Guess what I need is a very close friend.



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