Poetry & Creative Writing

[bishopshodan]

I said relax, come on take it slow.

Without this rhythm, we can never know.

So pale for now.

 

Back in sideways, I respect this life.

But I need some help again.

Animosity.

A better friend, she could be.

 

Heaven's harbours save, at least for a little while.

Still I dig this grave and I can't fall a sleep.

 

Let me understand, you drank him back again?

 

An honest vote for fame, for just being you. 

 

[Ilunga]

The black dog sits on my shoulder 

 

The weight of regret, it breaks my back 

 

My shining light, has grown dim 

My strength of will is wearing thin 

 

I thought I knew how to deal with pain 

But now what I feel, is resentment and shame 

 

A better person I could be 

However all I am, I am is me 

 

So from within I must find the strength 

To stumble on and be my best 

 

I owe this not to myself 

But to the one I cannot let down 

 

 

 

 

 

[Ilunga]

On 5/4/2019 at 11:01 AM, Master 112 said:

Good thread.

 

I hope to contribute.

You have written words that move minds 

[luckyjack]

Why did you vanish

into the empty sky?

Even the fragile snow

when it falls,

falls in this world.

Izumi Shikibu, who was a Heian period Japanese female poet

[WilliG]

I love Wallace Stevens, I wrote an essay about his poems. “The Idea of Order at Key West” and “Sunday Morning” stick out as favorites.

[falcon45ca]

On 10/27/2022 at 10:59 AM, WilliG said:

I love Wallace Stevens, I wrote an essay about his poems. “The Idea of Order at Key West” and “Sunday Morning” stick out as favorites.

This is garbage, and has no place in this thread...trying to hawk a cheating website.

 

 

"Thanks to cheating, I did good"

[Bad_BOI_pete]

Stan from zero to hero

 

Intro.

Dear Em,

I heard you got my letters, thanks for writing back
Truth be told though, h***'s been kind of whack
But I'm back on earth, and I'm coming for you
I'm gonna end your l*** and your career, too

 

Verse 1:
It wasn't that long ago, I made a deal with the devil
You crushed my heart, and now I'm ready to take you down
I'm coming for you, and I won't be denied
I'll make you pay for what you did, I won't be pacified

 

Verse 2:
To me, you're the type that pretends to be straight
Just to discriminate against the thing's you hate
But the same sin that you loathe
Is the same one that God punishes, it's not just fate 

 

Verse 3:
Have you ever guessed that it's not just a bad rap song
It's a rant, a false confession, something that's wrong
But I'll wait, have you confessed?
Say the words, Cross your heart
Sub-to-stan-nation, hope I k*** you, you're blessed

 

Verse 4:
You had your chance to break bread, instead you chose to make it
your buns on fire now, consequences of your fake shit
I hope your hungry , here's a cut of my wrap
Now for the tip.... reach around my hips,
Grab my pocket, close your lips
Swallow my pride now honey, you're my b****
Do as I say or I'll face f*** your eye socket, live streamed on Twitch.

 

Verse 5:
From the underworld demons, I learned a trick
I learned to tap dance on lightning, got a mean rhyme
With vocal command, I'll make you s*** my d***
Devil sent me back to earth, one miss shun
Two shots, first shot, don't miss son
Em, I'm sending your life into remission

 

Outro
I had to tell 'em, that the truth will get them,
I had to fake 'em, think that I was that guy
I had to warn 'em, that all things must die
I had to make 'em, think of me as a fool
You broke my spirits, the devil brought them back
Watch yours while I break it, I'm on the attack. 
Think about it Em, why would i lie. 
I had to k*** 'em, now its your turn to d**.

Edited December 15, 2022 by Bad_BOI_pete

[buddhahoodlum]

Falling, Apart I

 

I've been falling apart

for so long now

there's nothing left of me

but the cracks. 

[Ilunga]

In a room full of people I feel so alone 

The love of my life does not share my home 

 

I try to forget, try to remember the times 

When we would laugh and play, and the sun used to shine 

Still the times that we share are golden and bright 

The memories of those me bring joy and delight 

 

The choice that we face, that we all have to make 

Do we focus on the dark, or reach for the light 

 

[buddhahoodlum]

Satan Über Alles!

 

 

The music of the night

Is a love song from hell to me

And as much as I wish it were true

You can’t put your arms around a melody

[buddhahoodlum]

This pome is about not being able to put your foot down and proclaim “Not today, Satan!” because your demons currently have the upper hand.


Satan Über Alles!


I’m living in the shadows
Cast by misremembered days
Searching for a candle
When my whole world is ablaze

I’m cold as only hot blood can be
Squeezed from a heart of stone
I’ve endured life’s incessant cold shoulders
Chilled to the very bone

I’ve got one foot on a tightrope
The other’s walking the razor’s edge
Like the Ministry of Silly Walks
Running from one crisis to the next

But I can’t run away from my thoughts
Even though I’m always losing my mind
I started this race in a hurricane
And ever since I’ve been two steps behind

We place flowers on the altar
Of every abyss Man has ever raised
We’re just preaching to the choir
Where we pretend we don’t know who’s insane

Satan Über Alles!

My redemption arc is on a downward spiral
Trapped inside the tomb that is my head
Full of the sound and none of the fury
Signifying everything I wish I’d never said

So I wash off the writing on the wall
With hard alcohol and tears of regret
You get tired of reading between the lines
When the in between is all you have left

It’s the words before the rhyme
I always thought should matter most
But in my mind’s echo chamber
The inconsequential sounds grandiose

The music of the night
Is a love song from hell to me
And as much as I wish it were true
You can’t put your arms around a melody

We place flowers on the grave
Of every abyss man has ever praised
We’re just preaching to the choir
Where half are mad the other half are insane

Satan Über Alles!
Satan Über Alles!
Satan Über Alles!!

If you wish to create a truly monstrous demon
Pluck the wings from an angel ‘til it passes out screaming

Satan Über Alles! after all

 

[Kurt Nirvanagut]

I just discovered this thread. I have been a freelance writer for about 15 years now, because, frankly, I'm not talented enough to do anything else. But here are some recent samples of crud I've written: 

 

400 Different Canadian Wildfires

 

The rat at the end of an error
taping drugs for later underneath the sink basin of the motel room
the height of their powers in the age of shots and prayers
takes this chaos outside to stimulate the economy
quietly shelving projects forever unfinished
with headphones on
the rent wasn't the slumlord's child, but they did choose to raise it

 

you don't get to bless this mess you made then hit the road
while your conscience goes on sleeping, unbothered
by consequences calling all the way down the hall

 

it's a wild age
it's a wry old age
it's a wilder age
burning thyme, time and sage
paid an unfair wage

 

evaluate your practices and learn where they came from
the Canadian wildfires spread an eerie haze across most of the eastern states
alive in purgatory
cannot believe the sky is as raw pummeling orange and ruined as the west coast sees every summer
but have you seen my new chainsaw and hockey mask?

 

return everything to the status quo
sweet disposition but expert hater 
wrecked homes while cuck's wife became overprotective of her phone
whenever he was around 
this is in fact everyone's first rodeo

went awry
self-consciousnessly miserable cringe by design

thematic pivot to 11 o'clock, sunday morning
wiggle room to spontaneously combust is kind of like passing out in peace
or peacing the f*ck out
skin wouldn't stop sticking to the sheets
never going to stay up with you all night
who taught you to hate yourself like that?

 

sighilist doesn't remember their first beer
gaythiest will never forget their last
surrendering cobras and nifty little sleepers looking further afield
than was physically possible 
they all had two bottles of something on their mind 
but life usually liked to pull the rug out from underneath
and the fires are catching up to themselves. 

 

Professor of Logic

 

Go smiling, all the whiling
something else has caught up with you
be it unresolved debt or flippant thought
vital organs become more inflamed
than the moth attracted to an illuminated phone screen
it mistook for a candle, lit

 

a series of inferences
looting tonight — take all you can carry
split too much fat of no real use
rendered down to soap to wash off this thirst of anger

blood libel — it’s logical
or topical, dueling spit-takes of lifelong students
meant to entertain, not mislead
gathering recruits, the rhetoric breeds
.5 led breaks on the page, gets in your eyes

 

a series of differences
bass lines become flat lines
later disbelief budded
the soil is lush and giving
he smoked the whole damn cigarette and the bus never came

 

this is a prison cell of learned doctors
this is the cancer ward of ghosts to come
just a passing thought, in the parking lot
might as well learn to haunt while we’re here

it’s black or it’s white
but mostly it’s just static.

[vancan2233]

Science

 

Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism!
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect,
in all its compelling branches;

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight.
A kite flying with great height.
A curve ball thrown with might.
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics" allows such sights.


The amazing structure of the human body such as the heart;
Eyes that view a visual art.
Ears that tune Mozart.
Without the extraordinary systems of "Anatomy" we truly depart.

The fascinating studies of humankind.
Values help us to be kind.
Beliefs are a part of how we are designed.
The enthralling and humble "Anthropology" allowing us to be refined.

The remarkable mystery of reconstructing past societies.
Bio-facts help pieces together ancient aristocracy.
Artifacts help determine historical tendencies.
Adventurous and valuable "Archaeology" traces of our ancestries.

The wonderful feeling and marvel of observing the night sky...
Planets are the starting point in charting the galaxies, nothing to defy.
Calendars, how else would you know it's July!
The mystical stories of "Astronomy" is where our answers lie.

There is a fabulous world of the living that the human eye can not see.
Bacteria without you there would not be food on land or in sea.
Earth's microscopic decomposer and carbon releaser, nature loves thee.
Most see it as disease I see "Bacteriology" as exquisite, maybe it's just me!

What could be more delightful then knowing our genetic code?
DNA the carrier of our complex traits, an imperfect human mold.
Chemical processes in living organisms, a sight, if able to see, to behold!
Unbelievable and monumental is "Biochemistry" to mapping the human road.

I admire the ability to see every aspect of life in a living organism.
Classification of species helps define humanism.
Behavior the study of stimulus-response may help destroy racism!
I find comfort in "Biology" and in its explanation of this organism.

I could not be more grateful for the importance in plant life!
Oxygen is life, without it we be in the afterlife.
Medicine is the healer and prevents the surgical knife.
We all should be thankful to lifesaving "Botany" and its lab in the wildlife.

There are so many other branches of science: Climatology,
Entomology, Ecology, Marine Biology...
And this is just a poem, not a report, to marvel at science.
Beside this scientific mind has run out of rhymes

Edited June 19 by vancan2233

[grumpyone]

Where O where has my sanity gone?

Flushed out the window

 like yesterday's song.

My body aches

for the minds return,

I feel empty still

 tho no one can discern

the hollowness inside me

as I mourn the blankness

my eyes can't see.

Thoughts race around

with no place to stop

the inside of my brain

 is about to pop.

Fragments of phrases

 bounce to and fro

as I still wonder

                      where did my sanity go?                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My sanity's gone and

all is a blur,

no one to help me

that is for sure.

Sanity, sanity won't

you come back,

too many voices

behind my back.

I've always wondered

where sanity goes,

how it survives and

whether it glows.

The blank piece of canvas

inside of my head,

waiting for no one to

paint it with red.

Red is the colour insanity craves,

bright, live and cheery

like sanity's graves.

All I want is my

sanity back,

to  live out my dreams

and have nothing

to lack.

 

 

 

 

 

Its back, its back

colours once long gone

are no longer black.

My lazy, crazy, zany

brainy days are long gone

'cause my sanity less days

are long forgotten.

Yes my sanity is back in town

and those plain white days

of mindless drivel are history.

 

 

Sanity leaves your brain all behind,

while flashes of colour

flood through the mind.

If the sanity's gone,

what will appear?

Probably blankness,

a void or thoughts all a mess.

Never before has it left in a hurry

than scattered ideas seem rather blurry

and once a blue moon

when it leaves in a rush

your face tends to redden

all flushed with a blush.

 

 

 

I've always wondered where sanity goes

Does it escape through the ears ?

Or is it the nose?

If its gone for a long time

and thoughts tend to lack

If I don't know where its gone

how can i call it back?

There is never an end to those

thoughtless moments of yore

of endless ideas hatching

both cons and the pros

Didn't I have that idea before?

If ever a day lasts too long there my friend,

I always can count on it returning to mind

my thought into ideas and

then in the end

It vanishes before the whole thing to paper I send.

Written by me back in 2007 

 

 

[Kurt Nirvanagut]

22 hours ago, vancan2233 said:

Science

 

Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism!
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect,
in all its compelling branches;

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight.
A kite flying with great height.
A curve ball thrown with might.
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics" allows such sights.


The amazing structure of the human body such as the heart;
Eyes that view a visual art.
Ears that tune Mozart.
Without the extraordinary systems of "Anatomy" we truly depart.

The fascinating studies of humankind.
Values help us to be kind.
Beliefs are a part of how we are designed.
The enthralling and humble "Anthropology" allowing us to be refined.

The remarkable mystery of reconstructing past societies.
Bio-facts help pieces together ancient aristocracy.
Artifacts help determine historical tendencies.
Adventurous and valuable "Archaeology" traces of our ancestries.

The wonderful feeling and marvel of observing the night sky...
Planets are the starting point in charting the galaxies, nothing to defy.
Calendars, how else would you know it's July!
The mystical stories of "Astronomy" is where our answers lie.

There is a fabulous world of the living that the human eye can not see.
Bacteria without you there would not be food on land or in sea.
Earth's microscopic decomposer and carbon releaser, nature loves thee.
Most see it as disease I see "Bacteriology" as exquisite, maybe it's just me!

What could be more delightful then knowing our genetic code?
DNA the carrier of our complex traits, an imperfect human mold.
Chemical processes in living organisms, a sight, if able to see, to behold!
Unbelievable and monumental is "Biochemistry" to mapping the human road.

I admire the ability to see every aspect of life in a living organism.
Classification of species helps define humanism.
Behavior the study of stimulus-response may help destroy racism!
I find comfort in "Biology" and in its explanation of this organism.

I could not be more grateful for the importance in plant life!
Oxygen is life, without it we be in the afterlife.
Medicine is the healer and prevents the surgical knife.
We all should be thankful to lifesaving "Botany" and its lab in the wildlife.

There are so many other branches of science: Climatology,
Entomology, Ecology, Marine Biology...
And this is just a poem, not a report, to marvel at science.
Beside this scientific mind has run out of rhymes

"Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect,
in all its compelling branches"

 

I like this. I like this a lot. 

[vancan2233]

43 minutes ago, Kurt Nirvanagut said:

"Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect,
in all its compelling branches"

 

I like this. I like this a lot. 

Thank you.

[MeanSeanBean]

Wrote a couple of Haiku out at the fishing property that didn't fit my Canuck Haiku page.

 

Rocking on the waves

Surrounded by hilltop trees

I feel I can breathe 

 

 

Don't startle the bear

Alone, patrols the forest

Alone, she should stay

 

 

I ponder deep thoughts

How much does this water weigh?

Keeps me up at night

 

[luckyjack]

All time favorite poem is Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I often read a wide range of poems from various poets and styles. Exposing myself to different forms and themes will expand your poetic horizons and inspire your creativity. I'm working on research proposal about famous poets right now and I found proposal writing service to help me paint pictures with words and evoke emotions through my descriptions. As for me writing poetry is a process of discovery and refinement.

Edited July 31 by luckyjack

[smithers joe]

have you ever looked at a picture, put yourself in that picture and then write down what you see and how you feel?

it is the back half of august and i just noticed the picture on the calendar. the picture is of a boy and his dog daydreaming in the shade of an oak tree, beside a small brook. this is my first attempt;

lying back against a sturdy oak, with my best friend teddy. as i lay there, all the hustle and bustle of the day and life, seems to fade to a stillness in my mind.

a brook breaks the silence with a gentle lapping. cares, disappear as if gobbled up by the places and adventures of my mind. hello universe.

[Citizen Erased]

So many great poems here. Wish I could write as well. I wouldn’t know where to begin.