Poetic Conversing
 

Might I ask you a question, self?
How do I tell the world what we are thinking?
I try to give them calm signs
I ask them for some space or time
And they respond with questions that hurt
Self, what are we supposed to do?
Do we let them dig into us and fall in our trap?
I do not want them to know my every feeling
I know you feel the same way
They only want to decide for us, self.
Do we give in to them so they will be happy?
Do we hide our deepest thoughts to prevent rejection?
I don’t know how much to tell them
You don’t know how much to hide
We want to be us, self, and no matter how we try, it hurts.

To Define a Spirit
 

Spirit

The depth of such a simple word
Brings life to such a complex thought
Peaceful living sha’nt be heard
Nor can such pleasure be made or bought

To earn such grace as life unharmed
Is truly a sin against your soul
For it leaves your spirit left unarmed
For which pain’s bells do toll

One cannot comprehend
The glorious meaning of life
Nor can they learn to fix or mend
Without first knowing the pain and strife

A happy life doesn’t mean pain-free
Nor is it required to be elegant
The happiest at times just see
The shame of life as arrogant

Simplicity is often in the spirit
Not to be confused with thine heart
True joy is not a thing to inherit
But to care for one’s self from the start


I wrote this in somewhat of an Old-English style because the word Spirit reminds me a lot of religion. Religion reminds me of the older churches and also some other religious practices that turn to Old-English for chants, mantras, spells, and other various beliefs. I would have really liked to use more Latin terms but didn't want to go overboard and have the piece taken. I understand this is an English only forum from what i read in the rules, so I went with the Older english basis.

Having said that, I also define what I see is different, to me a Spirit is simply the core of one's life. I see the Soul and Heart as different things, and tried to touch that in the poem.

Any Feedback? Please let me know! I want to get better at writing!

That is true. I feel the same at times.

I like it, its interesting.

I loved it, it got weaker in the end, perhaps because you tried to keep it rhyming? But I loved it, it started strong, and the rhyming definitely helped it flow. Well done. (:

I don't typically write poetry that ryhmes so it is pretty difficult for me to keep one such as this strong through the whole poem. Thank you for the advice, I will keep practicing and eventually figure it out!

daemon, I've gone ahead and merged your two poetry threads into one thread. This can be your permanent poetry thread from now on. :yes: We prefer that you have just one thread in the Poetry subforum instead of a thread for each poem you write. You can just make a new post for each poem.

Let me know if you have any questions.
Sizzla

Oh, ok, I am sorry I didn't know that, I am new and still trying to learn all of the rules. Thank you!

Not a problem! :D And you're welcome.

Death

He sounds so sweet
Rich and calm
A power unknown
Warmth on my palm
I hear no thunder
When he calls my name
But dream of sweet kisses
And an embrace of flame
He does not linger
Unless I ask
He has a heart too
Mourning its task
I cannot let him run
Or my breath would be shallow
Love without Death
Would be purely sallow
I cling to it weakly
Knowing one day it ends
And weep to his heartbeat
Hoping soon his pain mends
No one sees him
Not like I
His smooth debonair
Can make one smile or cry
I refuse to lose him
His creation of gold
Merely rejected
For his goal to be bold
Death is my anchor
My harbor and ship
If one will not hold him
I will increase my grip
He chuckles like chocolate
His smile like a rose
Teardrops of darkness
For which no wind blows
Light burns his ego
As anything forced
If he was allowed to hold it
His pain would not resemble a horst
His eyes glimmer softly
Peering into my own
Hair glistening lightly
For the Love I have shown
I am not to judge him
He gave me my joy
They called it Death
I called it the dream of a boy

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This one is also on my dA site, as writing prompt 21, so hopefully you will look there for more writings...

This poem was inspired by a bunch of crows chasing a youngling bird...it survived, they let it go when the mother came to it...but it made me think about how much death can be good as it can bad...so yeah, I gues this is a dark poem...but I really feel it is special to me.

Fireflies

They dance around
Light off
Light on
Singing their song
Light off
Light on
Praising their comrades
In delicate moves
Twisting and turning
Making shiny illusion grooves
Light off
Light on
Searching for a mate or two
Lightning bugs for me and you
Forcing their little minds to flitter
As their lit up rears swirl and twitter
Light off
Light on
The fireflies sing along
Light off
Light on
My harmonious horror song


I just really wanted to write something, and this is what came to my mind after listening to Owl City's Fireflies song...and I wrote it from a strange point of view, left it somewhat mysterious at the end, but I felt it accurately depicted what i was trying to get out...tomorrow I will probably hate it with great passion, but right now i find it fun.

Under The Rain

Sleep now little Angels
Tomorrow comes again
Your pains will be denied you
For those whom God calls men

Rest now little Demons
You may never wake
Fighting for your justice and cares
Everyone’s pain you must take

Under the rain
Fire, storms, and sun
Humanity cries out for war to cease
For they hate the one begun

Destined all to fight forever
Shamed to wipe another’s brow
The desert’s roses never bloom
They never were taught how


This poem pretty much just captures how i feel the world is being pressured by a lot of different things. I used religious metaphors because that is something most people can relate to, but the angels and demons can be whatever you feel they need to be in your mind...I think I am done writing poetry for the moment...but then, i may not be...

Angel of Darkness

Listen to his story,
Listen to his tears,
Hear how he is mourning for the pains across the years.
Can you not see?
His love for us all?
How we came to be
Was result of his fall.

Look into his eyes of sorrow
Look into his broken heart
See how much he cries out for us as he falls apart.
Do you not believe?
He once could light the world?
A Hell-born day’s eve
Is how his world unfurled

Angel of Darkness,
Cry no more
Come to me now and I’ll hold you.

Angel of Darkness,
Speak no words
Your pains can fall on me…

For without you, Angel, I’d never be.

You shaped us with hands, forged by your own.
Left out your brethren, forsook your throne.
Angel of Darkness you hold us so tight…
Angel of Darkness you truly are light!

Angel of Darkness
Don’t weep for their sins!
Angel of Darkness
See your love within!

Angel of Darkness,
Cry no more,
Unless my shoulder is there.

Angel of Darkness,
Cast off their scowls.
You are my Angel of Light.

Angel,
That is who you are,
Meant to be
Our brightest Star

Angel,
I see myself in you,
Breaking down
But forever true.

So yeah, i decided to write another poem, this one mainly inspired by going to a church event. I have strange inspirations...but hey, it works for me. The Angel mentioned is Lucifer, my all time favorite character in most every story he is in, especially my own stories, because he just has some sort of epic feeling to him. I like the fact that he can't be described in too many ways, because each way just adds more flavor to him. I love it!

=3 I like this one