Poetic Surge (Poetry [what else?])

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Please pardon any, umm, sexual expletives in this. And it doesn't follow any particualr storyline, FYI.

She rose like the moon into the heaven's embrace
She opened her mouth of the dew to taste
And then came the sun!
She retreated in haste!
All scorched with the rays of your burning!

The nightingale lay trembling
In his brutal hand,
Its throat that pulsed
With fear,
Was strangled in a moment of coarse passion,
Dear--
Remember me when I am gone,
If you would kill for love!

Unspent kisses clog my throat,
Unspent smiles lurk
Behind my lips.
Unspent passion dams my breath
And sucks back in
The unspent tongue!
My hands
That ache
With unspent caress
Tremble
When I think
Of you.

 

rather cheerful poem, but netherless it was good it would like to read more of your work. i posted here as the poem had no replys because of the sp battle but maybe people will notice it now

 

I hope so.....

*has evil thoughts about all members, save Dalveen*

 

I noticed it before but couldn't comment. Yes, I'll even admit that the "Battle" has been quite the distraction!

"Cheerful" is not within the first hundred or so words that that poem brings to my mind. It seems to describe a (young) woman's "once burned, twice shy" reaction to a very bad breakup.

Did TakaT scare someone off, AakaA?

 

rallymama it was a bit of sarcism, no offense to AakaA's poem

 

Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I read it then noticed the fight thread :x

Forgot I hadn't posted here.

I think it was a good poem. I like the way it changes as it goes through the poem, the reference from she to me and as it changes from longing, to fear and back to longing.

 

He did threaten Brett, my b/f once.


*glares at TakaT*

 

As creator of 'The Battle for Sorcerers Place' I apologise for stopping this thread getting its just publicity. And indeed, the attention it has is unjust as i must admit, i rather like your poem Keep them coming ... I might post a poem as well sometime ...

And here it is. I hope its okay for me to post my poem here ...
Tell me what you think. Keep in mind that i wrote it when i was in well, you can guess the state i was in.

The field of pain

I walk amogst a field of pain
piercing and stabbing at my soul
The blood pours out freely
Open wounds won't heal fully
Until I walk out and restored
To the glory that was once me
But i crawl, dragging my soul
Sometimes straight on, backwards
or even turn a full circle

I am lain out bare
For all to see
My miserable corpse
Spilling out its ruin
Waiting to be destroyed
but praying for MY angel
of LOVE and DEPRESSION
to lift me out
To her haven of offering far away
With my pierced, stabbed,
tortured, ruined and decimated soul

I can only wait
Only time will tell
What seems a week
Becomes an eternity
How long can i wait
until i fade?
Leaving only my sorrow and pain
Whilst I ponder in ruin
My being continues to soak
This field ...
This field of pain ... my hell

There we go ... tell me what youthink.

[ May 13, 2003, 00:45: Message edited by: Sniper ]

 

Good Sniper,

Does it relate to the SP fight?

 

LMAO! Having read it, it could do but unfortunately (sp) no

I made it back in late March/ early April when i was missing my ex alot.

 

nice poem, poor you about the ex thing, but remeber you have friends here a sp you can lean on

[edit: having read that last bit of my reply again it seems a bit cheesy, soz about the cheese folk]

 

Another poetic surge:

He thought too much like
Me...and we should
Have kissed hours ago.

You hold your breath
When you should hold
Your tongue, and you hold
Your tongue when you should hold
My hand.

And I should delgate more authority to myself,
But I can't help thinking that you are
Thinking, thinking, what is he thinking?

 

Okay here's another poem I made nearly 5 minutes ago. You'll get the idea of how i'm feeling as you read. Hopefully you shall like it and please, feel free to tell me what you think of it. If you want more insight into why i write about it, just pm me. Hopefully, Master of Nuhn will understand what I'm going through? It doesn't have a title i'm afraid ... maybe you SPers could think of a decent name?

I crumble beneath the weight
Of the love I hold for you
As I watch you fly away
And return to my hand
Sometimes its just you I see
Sometimes in the distance,
I make out another
Preying on you
Before turning to me,
Death comes and grins
Blood pouring from its eyes
And tears of fear from mine
Begging me to ask
Why? Why?
Why do i put myself through this?
Surely i have lost?
Lost the battle and the war?
But recollections breath faintly
Leaving me a ray of hope,
a twinkle from a star
Edging me to not give up
And fight back for her - my love

 

yeh that is really good sniper ive got a good title "why?"
it suits the middle bit of the poem and i think i can see what your going through judging from the poem

 

Beautiful rose, you must live in that infinite darkness that exists when I close my eyes
Travelling tirelessly along the endless reaches of my mind and back
Never truly vanished from my thought but hiding momentarily
Only to burst out bright as never before, like a warm sunrise
Bright and empowering after a night of death and mourning
And I the Earth, once cool and shivering
Now basking under the prismatic aura of the heavens
Let us stand in perfect alignment
So that you may bless me with your auburn gaze, strong and elegant
Let us be lke the harp and flute
Intermingled in perfect harmony and bliss
Both leading the interlude to a kiss

 

Getting older is hard to face . . . as the years march on
Nobody wants to pay attention to me anymore
No one calls no one visits.
Time piles on the years the aches the pains
Sometimes I wish I was dead
But most of the time I feel beautiful vibrant
I want to run through the leaves
And fall and tumble laughing
With yellow, orange, and green tangled in my hair

I flirted with lots of young men and danced the night away . . .
I was happy especially if they sent flowers
The house smelled like a garden the flowers have all died.

I loved the summers at the ocean
Hiking in the mountains sleeping under the stars.
Everyday was full of new people and laughter
Now I sit gazing out the window at the snow covered mountain tops
Aware that someday like the clouds on their way to another storm
I too will pass . . . .
=============================================
If a heart could beat cold,
My blood would run hot.
If a man could be bold,
Then I would be not.
If a love could be born
With one who not knew,
Then I myself must I scorn,
For I am in love with you.

If eyes could be read
Like the pages of a book,
Then stories I would tell
With the simplest look.
If love could be won
Through suffering and pain
Then you would be mine,
And I would do it again.

If a touch could mean something
Like an emotion thought of,
Then I would hold you tightly
To prove to you my love.
If a kiss could be felt
From a distance afar,
Then I would embrace
From wherever you are.

If knowing my thoughts
Could make your heart turn,
Then of you I would think
Till your love I could earn.
If you liked to talk
And wished me to listen,
Then my mouth would fall silent
While my eyes would glisten.

If a heart could beat cold,
My blood would run hot.
If a man could be bold,
Then I would be not.
If a love could be born
With one who not knew,
Then I myself must I scorn,
For I am in love with you.

 

Waiting...

Kasandra, standing at the wall of remembrance
Screams silently into the black fire.
Her ego drowns in the dark emptiness of Hell
Into the ebon stillness she descends.

Surrendering...

Her thoughts, webbed as the cracks in a mirror,
As she kneels before a living throne, where no man sits.
Here, beyond the realm of Death, she patiently waits.

Consummating...

A blasphemous, incestuous alliance
With dark bloody lusts and lost innocence
Her dry soul must drink its goblet of wet pain.

Enduring...

His touch upon her cheek and throat,
while he licks and bites, then at last feasts.
Resigned, she waits for her ultimate fate.

Waiting...

Alone Kasandra walks through the passages of Hell
and utters only silence. Here there is no day or night
but only ebony shadows that weep for light.
Now, once upon the dark, she welcomes damnation.

 

Haven't posted around here for a while...my avatar gone too. [EDIT: Oh, it's not gone. Who told me it was?] But...I have this one, and I'm rather proud of it. "Cheerful" as all my writing tends to be....


ROADS


No emotion
Unwound, run dry and empty
Never meant to be frozen, never needed warmth
Always smouldering in evanescent anger.
Now I am only my sorrow, which is
Slate-grey clouds, ready to pour rain.

Can't write
No more streams of prismatic ichor
Should I cut myself again to bleed rainbow
Drown myself in water that I might
See roads of seaweed, which are

Infinite and
Paved in bones, the road that will take me
Home to Emerald City, gilded cage of
Glass gems. It will glitter, beneath the slime
Beneath the rotting corpses. I will belong.

Don't know
What I'm looking for, or how to look;
Some is maya, but I no longer care.
If the road I cannot see is there, all I need to do
Is wait. And it should move my feet.

I will no longer be alone. Take my hand,
For I am blind Teiresias, and
Lead me into light.


Oh, and in case you don't know; maya is the Hindu word for the illusion that obscures the nature of reality, and Teiresias is, in Greek mythology, a blind seer who lost his vision in return for his gift of second sight- he comes up a lot giving prophecies of doom.

 

I float in the space.
I was, I am, I will be
I am your reflection in the mirror
So beautiful outside,
Rotten and corrupted inside
You feast on the souls of the ignorant
To be beautiful, to be forever
But none escape Death and I will take you away to the land where Dead Weep.
/\
I
I
I
SUCKS

 

Is it ok to post comments in this thread?
This is my humble (and highly subjective) opinion.

@ Kasandra, that poem is very disturbing, and it is great because it is disturbing, it manages to invoke an involuntary emotional response.

Is it about vampyres or something much worse? Maybe if I knew what it was actually about, that would spoil it. What do you think? Please give it a title, it deserves it.

@Tiamat. Great prose, I especially liked its form. The last stanza feels like it needs a couple more lines, especially when you have introduced such a great metaphorical character such as Teiresias. The protagonist (for want of a better word) seems to lack Teiresias' Clear Sight ability but the text in the last stanza seems to indicate that he/she has it. Is he/she like a blind Teiresias or like a blind 'Blind Teiresias' ie. Teiresias without any sense of his surroundings (present or future) at all?

@Eze. There's a message in there somewhere, maybe too many messages all at once, If it was spread out, with maybe one slap of my vain face at a time, it would probably work.

@Everyone. Thankyou, most enjoyable.