Poetry Thread

[Noir Trilby]

Thanks, man, I will. Mostly its just older stuff I've done, but it'd be cool to put more up. I'll have to get round to writing more poems/stories too rather than just sitting on my arse gaming all the time because it's easier to do.

[TurboKill]

Necro'd because I've been bored lately and had a laptop with notepad handy:

To Fear

Dear fear,
I don't see what you see.
Doom looming near?
No, that was a shadow behind me.

Dear fear,
I don't believe what you say.
Sure it hasn't been top-tier,
But it's been a good day.

Dear fear,
I don't think you're right.
Don't give me that sneer.
I'm not afraid to fight.

Dear fear,
How much attention have you paid?
For you are the one who should be afraid.
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Love Adventure

It started with a smile.
One I had not received in awhile.
It continued with a thought,
"Lets go on that adventure we've always sought."

We agreed to go.
Where we'd end up we did not know.
Nor did we see the challenges we'd have in tow.

Our adventure did not last long.
Still, it was worth many a song.
This had been a great idea all along.

However, the notion was soon tossed...
But, better to have ventured and become lost,
than to have never ventured at all cost.

It started with a smile,
it continued with a thought.

[Panzadolphin56]

Those are good.

I think I need to write some more.

[TurboKill]

Those are good.

I think I need to write some more.

Thanks.

And I think I'd like to see you do that.

[kannaaashi]

wow.. given that this community is hyper active, didn't know members had a soft side

[Panzadolphin56]

Thanks.

And I think I'd like to see you do that.

Ask and ye shall receive!

No idea how good these are but hey ho:

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The Blood

Drip, drip, drip,

A finger twitches,

A limb moves,

Drip, drip, drip,

The water cool to the touch,

tepid, calm,

a single drop slides down the porcelain,

Drip, drip, drip,

A moment's careless abandon,

Wasted youth and spent potential,

those forgotten dreams of yore,

all come to mind,

Drip, drip, drip,

She can hear them now,

in the distance,

the shrill sirens as they draw nearer,

streaking down the country lanes

towards the house,

Drip, drip, drip,

As the life oozes away,

as the light dims,

and she breathes her last, poignant breath,

and the open wound is spent,

with one final

drip

drip

drip

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And keeping it videogame related:

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X-COM

Flickers, shapes move in the dark,
fleeting glimpses of inhuman forms,
the darkness stirs, out of the night they come,
to steal their victims away,
A cry, a shrill unearthly bellow,
as things scurry from out the shadows,
cutting between the pot-marked cars
and rancid alleyways,
gaunt, mishapen things,

Cut down in the street as they try to run,
some huddled in the dark,
the sirens in the distance sound so far off,
The night has come to take them,
and plaintive cries reverberate through the houses,
as the dead watch on in muted horror,
But even as they cower,
even as the darkness look as if it will consume them,
something is coming to turn the tide back,

A glimmer, a metallic sheen,
the roar of engines as it turns to land,
and a sleek black craft hits the tarmac,
The hammer of boot steps,
lasers streaking the night's sky,
Screams echo down the burning street before us,
The darkness contorting in forms ahead,

An inhuman roar, a scream,
and a hulking behemoth emerges from the shadows,
followed by other, mis-formed creatures,
The darkness lights up, perforated by our lasers,
the shapes crumble to dust and the shadows recede,
and only we remain,

Now the darkness is afraid,
Now the darkness should run and hide,
from the things that go bump in the night,
Because there is us now,
we are the guardians of the night,
we are the unseen heroes,
we are

X-COM.

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I usually like to write stuff more where everybody dies horribly but I thought a hopeful note would suit X-COM fiction a little better.

[TurboKill]

Nice. You definitely did well with the imagery and garnering a reaction. I really want to play X-COM now, but I has no moneys for it.

wow.. given that this community is hyper active, didn't know members had a soft side

I'm very soft. Just look at that dragonbear, it's so fluffy!

[DJEnhancr]

Wow it's been a LONG while since I've been back on this thread. I'm pleased to see it's still going on. Panza & Turbo, those were some damn strong lines you both wrote out. See, gamers have a soft side. If I may add a little something to this...

“Come Undone”

She finger-strokes sadness away
Palms tainted of crimson silence

A wanton fixation towards penal dilation
She mounts her shadows
Lost identity, she comes in the name of
Unknown

An amplified mute
Wandering towards desert stars and
Cracked mountaintops

Climbing towards downfalls,
Loneliness will envelop
Her committed hands

As I, watch from Cloud 9 heights
Tiny waterfalls coating cumulus exhales

Victimized by echoes of shedding satin
Impulsive thrusts into vulva dialect

She came
Undone
Into her hasty, distant shadow

Miles away from what matters

©D.J.E.

[TurboKill]

I really liked that one. Especially the "amplified mute" phrase.
And yeah, I am impressed with DTOID too, that we've managed to keep this thread going for so long. Regardless of the quality of the submissions, which is not bad actually.

I'll see what more I can make by tomorrow night perhaps, or later this week. Things I've been working on in the real world have me feeling creative.

[usedtabe]

Wow it's been a LONG while since I've been back on this thread. I'm pleased to see it's still going on. Panza & Turbo, those were some damn strong lines you both wrote out. See, gamers have a soft side. If I may add a little something to this...

“Come Undone”

She finger-strokes sadness away
Palms tainted of crimson silence

A wanton fixation towards penal dilation
She mounts her shadows
Lost identity, she comes in the name of
Unknown

An amplified mute
Wandering towards desert stars and
Cracked mountaintops

Climbing towards downfalls,
Loneliness will envelop
Her committed hands

As I, watch from Cloud 9 heights
Tiny waterfalls coating cumulus exhales

Victimized by echoes of shedding satin
Impulsive thrusts into vulva dialect

She came
Undone
Into her hasty, distant shadow

Miles away from what matters

©D.J.E.

Good shit Panza and Turbo.

And DJ what's up bro? How you been? Love the write dude.

[TurboKill]

Thanks. Anything new lately from you Used?

[usedtabe]

I've written enough thoughts and lines down to probably have 5 decent ones over the past year. Usually text it to myself while driving because that's when 90% of my stuff comes to me. Haven't had the time to sit down and throw them together though.

TL;DR: yes and no.

[TurboKill]

Fair enough, that's cool. And I'm somewhat the same way.

[usedtabe]

Untitled

There was a need to impress everyone
Leave the world with something to be remembered by
That died the first time I looked into your eyes
The best gift to I could give this earth
Rests beautifully in my arms

You will carry the name better than all who came before you
You will carry the name better than all who came before you









Wrote this in my head while watching my daughter sleep in the rear-view mirror on the trip home. The version in my head was better but I didn't write it down and couldn't recall it perfectly.

[PhilKenSebben]

So here's the first thing I wrote in 11 years. It's called Dearest and was written shortly after my wife left:

Cold, black, raw
an exposed nerve I've become
pain, constant and terrifying, paralyzing
How?

What has put us here?
Love is not enough
Nothing is for you
So tired, but sleep cannot have me

They cry for you
I cry for them
You laugh in your freedom
I die in my chains

[Panzadolphin56]

That's pretty good!

[PhilKenSebben]

That's pretty good!

Blech. Emo as fuck and churned out in seconds. I hate what I write, but I need to do more. Thanks man.

[Panzadolphin56]

Yeah, I don't like much of what I write, but it's a good outlet for creativity, or just stray feelings.

[Brightside]

I've only been writing poetry for ~4 months, and I haven't wrote all that much of it, but I have enjoyed what I've done. I haven't posted any so far--although I have been enjoying everyone else's-- because I didn't want to self-plagiarise (I've been writing these for a Creative Writing module), but seeing as though I'm only submitting prose, I thought I might as well share some now. I kind of like them, but I can't help seeing them as hollow because of their being written for assignments. I think I might try writing some for myself sometime.

Anyway, here goes:

Spoiler!

05:52 AM

The moon is a bright puncture in the film of the night sky
Pendant above
Breath escapes my mouth to join the procession of fog
Flowing down the deserted roads
Teasing the lampposts with its grip of chill
And flourish of frost

The lights atop are little dull suns
Awake at the wrong hour
Trying to reclaim the day by smothering the stars

Slam of a door, purr of a car, roll of wheels
Some sleepers stir, but most sleep still

Spoiler!

‘Tenth Tallest Structure’

Cuts through the clouds,
With a belt of bright flies,
White and red,
Coming and going,
Crossing at dusk.

Arches up, green and glistening,
With an evening’s drizzle.
Reflected in the river,
Lower jaw rippling,
Ethereal and black.

Spoiler!

Tempest

Waves crash against the hull
Ice currents grasp and pull
Spilling up onto the deck
Iron creak of future wreck.

Ice currents grasp and pull
Claiming the ship its own
Iron creak of future wreck
Grey on blue, a tiny speck.

Claiming the ship its own
To dead, black depths below
Grey on blue, a tiny speck
Raging tide, a broken neck.

Waves crash against the hull
Spilling up onto the deck
Lights swim as horizon flips
Waves crash against the hull.

[Panzadolphin56]

I like those, especially the way the repetition works in that last one.