General Poetry

[SamGreen]

General Poetry
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I did a quick search and didn't find a recent poetry thread, and I didn't look too far back in fears of doing a necro, so I decided to set up a new thread. Anywho, how about a good old-fashioned poetry thread? I'm not massively into it but every now and then I get the urge to write something. This thread is for posting your own works of poetry, and discussing some of your favourite poems/poets.


First and foremost, my favourite book of poetry is Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy, I feel like it's a book absolutely everyone can relate to, whether you've been in a relationship or not, almost everyone (possibly excluding asexual/aromantic people) can relate to the feelings she so masterfully expresses.


Here's a somewhat intimate and personal piece I wrote about my mam and her life. It may be confusing to some and to completely understand it might need a bit of dissection, but I enjoy that about poetry. A lot of people say that dissecting and over analysing poetry ruins it, but I for one love it and it makes me appreciate it even more so.


What a life

Spoiler

Young girl disliked and cherished, you meant so much


Confused, you try better. No, your best


You were hopeful maybe then


You laugh-play, hurdle; get beaten down undeservingly


Confused, you do your best


Fleeting is childhood, too mature already





Mother, and your mother’s mother


Overwhelming love and pain


Mistakes


The only consistency,


Overwhelming pain


You were hopeful maybe still





Happiness is…


Never always fickle.


Chained to disappointment there’s a price


Happiness is your own and another’s


You appreciate her more


You made your bed but you refuse to admit you did not do it alone.





Three more


Hectic and impractical.  You have help


But it’s your battle


Three more


(Ir)rational joy you let others share


That is not just yours





Mature contemporary woman


No time for vacation


No time for sand and sea


You cry in the shower-


you want to run


No time for sand





“Sick”


Ensues laughter, life is joyous on occasion


Masking, you laugh


Responsibilities and weight; so much weight


It devours you, your optimism


Accepting, you laugh





No longer you struggle to fight


How you hate routine


Pay the toll, hope is gone


Praise God that bastard contract is ending.


That darling contract is finished,


How you loved routine





You think yourself undeserving


But you are loved


Your fight acknowledged


Your self-worth so very apparent


You think yourself unworthy


But our gratitude is disproving





Mother disliked and cherished, you mean so much

 

[Starmage]

Wow SamGreen!! your poetry speaks of such a painful story and I can feel it.. but all the more it becomes very beautiful!! a well-written piece I must say!!  


I agree!! a thread for sharing poetry is such an interesting idea!! I have actually written some poetry pieces myself a long time ago!! maybe I'll share one that I wrote about a dream I had.. this dream speaks of heroes in the past who had no written legends nor memoirs to acknowledge their good deeds (also people in the past who fought for a cause but were unjustly murdered or executed) and I feel like writing a poetry about such an idea.. (I submitted it to wattpad, but anyway..)


"Broken Helmets of Grandalle"

Spoiler

With Faith and Vigor  


The Saints Have no Feeble


Forging the Lore of Old


Sought Surfaces of Gold


For the Lonely Gravestone in Grandalle


Beneath lies the Warrior of Age and Cull
    


No Lies and Ill


But Sight and Meek


Listening to the Whispers of Fade


Hearing The Owl's of Sage


For the Ancient Grandalle Seeks no Overtures


Beneath it's Ambients are work of an artful Corsair
    


But Sundered is the Dead Ill


And Blessed be the Dead Meek


As The Hourglass of Hamelot


Age the Broken Helmets


For These the Judging of the Sorrow Ends


As the Marsh of the Yellow Swans Mend the Broken Helmets

 

[SamGreen]

"Broken Helmets of Grandalle"

I like it, if you hadn't said beforehand what it was about, it would have taken me a lot longer to determine the meaning behind it. It's a nice concept, and something we don't think about often. Had to look up a few of those words though, haha, my vocabulary isn't so extensive!

 

[Starmage]

Hahha!! oh!! I'll have to hide their meanings next time then!! xDD  Thank you!  Your usage of words are actually good too!! you're able to capture the story and pain quite perfectly! xDD

 

[SamGreen]

I'll have to hide their meanings next time then!! xDD  Thank you!  Your usage of words are actually good too!! you're able to capture the story and pain quite perfectly! xDD

Put the meanings in a spoiler maybe? I love it when I think I figure a poem out only for the author to be like "um, lol nope" haha


Just another poem I made, it's kind of a work in progress but I'm liking the way it's shaping up, I went through a lot of phases of "killing my darlings" with this, but I like I said, I think I'm getting there:

Oceans:

Spoiler

There is an ocean in which I wish to drown.


An ocean foreign to me
With terrors I've never known,


To be swept away and pulled under


And my lungs and body be asunder


There is an ocean in which I've never drowned.


An ocean foreign to me


With silence being the sole sound,


To be smashed against the rocks below


My limbs broke and bullied


My bones fractured and my soul sullied


Seems to me the most bliss one could know


There is an ocean in which I'm sure I'll drown.
An ocean foreign to me


Facing frailty and ferocity not alone,


To be held and caressed


To be reprimanded and blessed


To be so sweetly cursed and hexed


There is an ocean in which I see many continue to drown.


An ocean foreign to me.

 

[Starmage]

Oh wow, It would seem I can feel the curiosity with death in that piece! I don't know.. hmm, I know this may sound morbid.. but suicide perhaps?? It has such a monotone feel and it's telling quite a tragic tale! But behind this tragedy lies a sweet happiness and freedom found in death.. Well, correct me if I'm wrong though! hahah xDD


Anyway, here's another old poem I made:


Violet Gardens

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The Hearts of Lions Dwell the Living Plant


The Laid back Dandelion Fine as Summer


Caressing Her Midnight Braid


Harnessing An Honest Fate


Beautiful was the Violet Gardens


Lustful were the Senile Vendor


As She Drinks from the Holy Grail


Not a Gypse Thinks of her Gale


Rinse She must


Sinned They Have


Clean The Land


As The Scarlet Scent Lingers more and more and more....

 

[SamGreen]

@Starmage


I like that interpretation of it, although it is morbid, the suicide interpretation I like. But as cliché as it is, the "ocean" is love hahahaha


I'm taking your poem very literaly, but is it to do with how such beautiful things are cut down because of other peoples' desire for wealth, and they're lust to exploit things for their own benefit?

 

[Starmage]

Ohhh!!! So the poem was about love!! lol!! I guess I mustv'e made quite a grim interpretation of it!! xDD Still, the words really screams out both pain and sweetness combined to me!! so I guess Love and Suicide both have strange correlation with each other! xD That's why some don't want to fall in love cause it'd be like suicide in the heart when love just shatters you!! xDD


And your interpretation on my poem are actually very accurate!! it's about how mother earth is exploited for man's own benefits! xDD  

 

[Magixe]

Here's something -( ^ _ ^ )-


Definition

Spoiler

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The unspoken tools[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I have to know to survive[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Can someone explain[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Why the color of my skin[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Has to describe who I am within[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Can someone explain[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Why inequality[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Has to define reality[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Definitions I can’t find [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In a dictionary[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Am I confined[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]To who I’m defined[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]To be[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Let me tell, you [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]This is not, who[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I want to be[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Definitions are they always reality?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Can someone explain[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Why I can’t decide who I am [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I can’t understand[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Can someone explain[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Why something’s true[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]If we believe to[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Be so?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Definitions I can’t find [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In a dictionary[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Am I confined[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]To who I’m defined[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Let me tell you [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]This is not who[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I want to be[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Definitions are they always reality?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]What is reality but what everyone agrees on?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Society does not have much to stand on.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So hatred is the path we often took[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hatred is the path the hook[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That we thought would lead[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]To everything we believed…[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In definition.[/SIZE]

 

[SamGreen]

@Magixe


In light of what's just happened in Colorado, not to mention the general atrocities across the world, that poem was really heartfelt and sincere. Love it!

 

[Magixe]

I'm assuming you meant Orlando, and thank you. I was talking about society in general judging and stereotyping minorities, but I was also talking about hatred in general. Here's another one of my poems. It's about isolation.


"Holes"

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Some people build fortresses to protect themselves[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Empty chairs, empty pages, empty shelves[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No one can see them from the outside[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No one can hear them when they’re fortified[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Some people know when to open the doors[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Opening doors and opening shores[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But has no one seen them on the inside?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No one can hear them when they’re fortified[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]If you have no holes in your fortress[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]You will never breathe.[/SIZE]