Caro_H Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 If poetry is an artform Then why does it feel like Someone has cut all the bristles Off of my paintbrush And slashed my canvas? If words can paint a picture Then why did someone stop talking For long enough To invent the camera? Isn't art all in the eye of the beholder? And isn't form all just a question Of viewer or reader Interpretation? Or perhaps I'm just not so good With words. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesper Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 I wrote this one off the top of my head with the magnet poetry on my fridge.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScarredEyes Posted March 5, 2008 Author Share Posted March 5, 2008 I wrote this one off the top of my head with the magnet poetry on my fridge.... This one is fantastic. It's got assonance and rhythm and some really nice alliteration, like screaming symphony. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScarredEyes Posted March 5, 2008 Author Share Posted March 5, 2008 Slowboats on the river No course to follow No dreams to pursue Just travelling the endless waters Looking for someone who knows their name. (Music - Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesper Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 This one is fantastic. It's got assonance and rhythm and some really nice alliteration, like screaming symphony. thank ya! At first I was trying to write something that I had already thought of but got frustrated because of the lack of certain words, so i just randomly plucked words out at thats what I ended up with. I must've looked like freak standing in front of my fridge for a good 10 mins. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
museaddict16 Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 If poetry is an artform Then why does it feel like Someone has cut all the bristles Off of my paintbrush And slashed my canvas? If words can paint a picture Then why did someone stop talking For long enough To invent the camera? Isn't art all in the eye of the beholder? And isn't form all just a question Of viewer or reader Interpretation? Or perhaps I'm just not so good With words. Awesome! This one is fantastic. It's got assonance and rhythm and some really nice alliteration, like screaming symphony. +1 Agreed! Okay...i'll give it a go... Like the angels you were watching me, But you've been gone for oh so long. Like the brightest stars in my nighttime sky, You have never led me wrong. But now the clouds have come and covered you, Leaving me to fend for my own; I wander aimlessly about this world, Knowing i am now alone. You left me to my own emotions With nowhere left to run. I'm drowing in my own dark oceans; I have now become undone. Not the best, but still okay.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tokamak Posted March 7, 2008 Share Posted March 7, 2008 Life is not about who stands or falls, It's about who sucks the monkey balls. Sorry just shot into me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 The light a simple glint Is enough to make my heart squint And crush itself. Why do you shine so strongly? That my chest starts moaning softly To crush itself. I could forget about you But my heart believes it's true I crush myself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 I am distance defined awkward but helpful consoling and hurtful worrying but reassuring as far and as long as the eye can see but only ever a child's step from your loving arms Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carrotie Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 There's no chance in hell that this is going to rhyme, but here goes: (I'm listening to Hyper Chondriac Music at the moment so it might be a little sad ) The piano keys are covered in dust The guitar strings are all broken And all around there is nothing but this deafening Silence Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Murray Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 My dick is full of cider My dick is full of brie My dick is full of chocolate eggs There's lots for you and me Hamper penis They all did cry Hamper penis I stuck it in their eye Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 My dick is full of cider My dick is full of brie My dick is full of chocolate eggs There's lots for you and me Yeats came back from the dead and took happy pills! Serious props. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Shaking and rattling your petty little box of false hope and broken dreams. Lie, cheat and steal, twist and contort until any truth is lost in the roar of that petty little box. Intellectually inept, indecisive, incapable, intrinsic flaws veiled by eloquent rhetoric. Rarely heard, extending towards our repetitive ideas, constantly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
That Little Animal Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 A poem fell From the top of my head It's not looking well I think it's dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScarredEyes Posted March 9, 2008 Author Share Posted March 9, 2008 Dope-filled Underskilled Never learning Always turning Into death Without a breath Take these hands Across new lands. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pubicmage Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! drone! viola! glissando Conrad! Zappi (Zappa) Faust I am Allen Ginsberg. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WutDaFucksy Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Hair Hair Hair Hair. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
colonparenthesis Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Postman Pat, Postman Pat, Postman Pat, And his black and white cat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 11, 2008 Share Posted March 11, 2008 My darling Spin around with me In a glorious Katamari It would truly be my dream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ritos Faar Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Hahahahaha... Okay. Fire in the eyes Unwanted pesticide? Kills all the weeds Choking all your dreams The narrow cut Wound would not shut Bleed in the dirt Lie down, you're hurt Smash off the neck The body's a wreck Whipping steel; Your eyes, I feel Unexplainable dark Don't run too far The darkness hides A darker side And in the gloom, The deathly moon Hangs overhead One quick mistake and then you're- Was listening to Deadwing by Porcupine Tree. It seems that this fits in the breathy, almost rappy bit - most of the time. Aaaanyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rainbower Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 i wrote this when i was 13 6 years ago Times are running and staying with us, Times are making us cry.. Come to me, we will live into my dreams, Come to me, we won’t die.. There is no crime on your beautiful face, There is no death in your eyes.. I’m dancing in sorrowful, innocent dreams, I wish that you’ll come with sunrise.. Dreams had been changing the romantic sky, Dreams now are colored with blue, I’m thinking about the end of the life, I’m still thinking about you.. Times are running and staying with us, Times are always grim! Stay with me, we won’t die in love, Stay with me, we’ll live in dream... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Liquid rust from your leaking heart Oozing from your lips Onto palest skin and softest neck You're as dead as they come The zombie comes alive and blinks After feeling the flash of light I turn the snipe, and then my wife Beholds my strangest dream Pale is wiped to life-filled cream She wonders as she looks at me How death in my much darker scene Could be seen and called 'beauty'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ritos Faar Posted March 15, 2008 Share Posted March 15, 2008 Little Piece Of Heaven much? =p Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*~SugarSnow~* Posted March 15, 2008 Share Posted March 15, 2008 Oh shag. Didn't realise there was an arty poem place here... I've gone and posted my Muse poem in Other Muse Topics... GO READ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pop-a-pea Posted March 23, 2008 Share Posted March 23, 2008 Its not off the top of my head but I found this one in my files so i thought id post it Once upon a time I walked down a rocky road, That simply made all my happiness just corrode, I wandered down dark paths all the time, Which left me with nothing that I could call mine. I stumbled into a dream of all dreams, That held happiness and no more screams. It made me want to live once more, As I opened and stepped through this new door. I could breathe, I could dance, I was given a second chance. I could sing, I could shout, And not get hurt for what came out of my mouth. This story began with a once upon a time, And I told it in the simplest of rhyme, It even has a happily ever after, Which allows me to enjoy life and much more laughter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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