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~*~ Hangout For The Poets (Winning Poem Title: Backwards - By strange_dreams_512) ~*~
~*~ Hangout For The Poets ~*~ It's been ongoing for a while so I'm going to continue the recurring pattern. Thus I release to you the poetry hangout, one of few (if there are others). Be you a poet, writer, artist, or lack any artistic ability at all you are happily welcome to chat here. Welcome Be thou a poet If thy a writer If artistically talented Or have no skill at all You may come to my door Knock once or maybe twice But welcome you I sure will As a fellow Menewshan RULES Quote:
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CONTESTS
On Valentines Day I will commence a poetry contest for Love related poetry (Be it happy or sad) Form for application: [COLOR="Red"][SIZE="4"][B]I would like to apply for the V-Day contest![/B][/SIZE][/COLOR] [B]Author:[/B] Your username goes here (As a signature that you are in fact the author) [B]Poem Title:[/B] Title of your poem goes here. [B]Poem:[/B] Poem goes here. [B]Personal Comments:[/B] For what you want to comment about your own poem. Note: Limit is 2 poems; however you can only win one reward. Judges: Kaze-bear Xandriana fairywaif fuyumi_saito REWARDS: 1st place 100g 2nd place 50g (If at least 5 applicants) Duration: 3 days from Valentines day Wednesday at 6:00 pm PST; however, I may extend it if I don't get enough poems. Current applicants: Acobjum - 3rd place poem 28/40 3rd place strange_dreams_512 - 1st place poem 31/40 1st place 100g prize to be donated to them. Renee the Rabid Squirrel - 4th place poem 22.5/40 4th place Method of Vendetta - 5th place poem 20/40 5th place: While last it was a good poem nonetheless =) Luenola Marxiel - 2nd place poem 30.5/40 2nd place 50g prize to be donated to them. Judges may if they wish post their feedback on the poems as a whole or individually if they wish. |
4 Letter Words
Every day every person uses 4 letter words, Life, safe, love, hope, Star, next, pain, they, Gift, come, gone, dose, Dove, seed, blue, read, Four letter words are not always wrong and obscene. By K R. C My real initials. Worth? Is a life squandered on earthly pleasure, Worth, A well lived life accounted for in many measures? Is a man old in biases, Worth, A child young in wonder? Is a heart old in hate, Worth, A heart young in love? Is a soul young in pain, Worth A sole old in bliss? What are you worth? What path will you choose for tomorrow? By K R. C ~~ Poets Wine ~~ By K R. CPoets wine splashed upon my ears And opened my eyes Suddenly I found it pouring out of my mouth Flowing from my fingers A cascade of words Staining the paper, Capturing the listener, In a flow that never ebbs Dark currents rising and falling Overflowing the cups, Filling a bottle And the stream flows still, Intoxicating those who choose to listen to me Hooking them forever, Splashing upon their ears and releasing their flow of wine When poets meet their wine flows together, making a pleasant mix of many flavors. |
Ooh... =D I really like that first one, simple, yet deep ^^
^^ The second one, the contradictions are wonderful. The last poem had wonderful imagery... the cascading words is a great image =3 like a waterfall of words |
I feel her warm hand,
soft and smooth, so caressing. Love flows through the hand. |
^^ short and simple, quite nice. Does it have a title?
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Whenever the mood is right I do random haiku, esp. pertaining to romance. No title really. I just do them at random. Here's another:
The love of my life, Hold me in your arms tonight. Please do not let go. |
Time to rest, though not at home
We find comfort solace in the known Epic battles wage,screaming voices in our head into the weird, we skip, they fled. Eccentric simplicity Narrow minded eyes glance over me thats how we like it how it shouldn't be into the weird, we skipped, they fled Teenage tocicity screaming music, comfort bliss to be in the weird Candels gently gaze at me While suited society smirk, snicker, laugh at me We who have jumped into the weird remain falling, never to reach the end We laugh at those on thier fool's journey. |
Passion filled his heart.
He embraced his long lost love, His passion flowing. |
^^ You're quite good at Haikus...
@ Blank - Very unique wording. May I ask what "into the weird" means? Sounds like a poem that would fit in Alice in Wonderland or something. =3 |
My heart beats quickly.
I see my love aproaching. Can't contain my love! |
It was a poem I made for a school assignment. It was basicaly something I came up with without emotion... which is probably why it seems all over the place. But when I read it I think about how all my freinds in middle school were a hodge podge of rejects. I whent to a little school at the time and not many people were into anime so we just kinda meshed together.
The last line relates to Tarot cards, which I was into at the time. |
^^ Well I suppose that makes it make more sense... normal is overrated anyways... but the use of weird makes sense now =). Glad that it has meaning to you
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The wind blew her long hair,
Her eyes close and she lays back. I am enraptured. Her ev'ry movement; Sighing, relaxing right there, Enslaves me to her. She turns on her side. Enjoying the bright warm sun. How I wish for her! I go to my love, She notices me and winks. Forever our love. |
If you look at the shape of the third poem in my last post I wrote it to be centered. When it's centered it bears a good resemblance to a wine glass. One more on poet's and Poetry. A Poet A poet is not deaf, Yet does not hear all whispered upon an idle breath, A poet is not blind , Yet there are many things they do not find, A poet will speak of a beautiful shell, Or describe a wondrous smell, A poet will speak of beauty and power, Or of horrors that happen in times dark hour, A poet will speak of common things, A poet will speak of exquisite things, Yet a poet speaks of nothing, If no one is listening, A poet can be blind, And still see things others can not find, A poet can be deaf, And still hear things whispered upon an idle breath, A poet is one who listens and watches, A poet is one who tells what her heart says, A poet is one who tells and shows things to many, But without the listeners, of poets there wouldn’t be any. By K.R.C. And a love one. I had to recheck the imagery, I didn't remember how explicit I got. In the Sand We lay together in the sands of time, Your strong arms encircling and protecting me. Your hands drawling circles over my body, The warmth of your breath brushes against my neck. In this plane you love me. In this place I know I will always find you. I turn in your arms to watch you sleep I breathe in your scent, trying to burn Every thing into my memory. You twitch ever so gently, And your arms tighten as if to remind you that I am there. I lay my head on your shoulder and Sigh, a sad and regretful sound. For I know that I will soon awake, And I will be alone in my room. I wish I could take you out of my dream, Take you into my conscience reality. Do you exist outside of the dream? Is that why you want to know That I am always here for you? Do you live a life like mine, Alone and missing that part of yourself That you only know within the dream? Do you miss me in the waking world? Do you remember your dream lover? Will we ever find each other And hold one another outside of the dream? By K.R.C. |
I love reading your haikus =3 they're so cute XD
Sorry I keep vanishing ^^" age old habit... |
Most of my love poems are not Mene friendly so I'm having to go back through my old stuff. In the sands in my last post and this poem were written right as I was getting out of the love hurts phase of my writing but right before I got into my explicit imagery. What can I say I was frustrated.
DREAM MAN I close my eyes and see him My heart beats for him He is kind, sweet and genteel Time with him is delightful He is funny and wise He has dark somber eyes He is perfect, but… He is just a dream. By K.R.C. |
@ Xandria- your poems are very pretty ^_^
i need to go dig up my sonnets >.< The love poems I write are far and few between, I mostly write when I'm sad. However my love poems are quite good. |
Thank you.
I like to write. I'm still contemplating yours. It has unique imagery and there is more emotion there than one can deduce at first glance. You put more into that bit of writing than I think you realize. May I ask how old were you when you wrote it? |
I was either 17 or 18? I dont remember which.. It was my senior year of highschool
This one was based on Sonnet 43 for my boyfreind >.< Is it enough? To only love thee to the farthest depths of despair travel would I and in the cold I'd rather lie than to cese to comfort thee if its not enough I would more than love thee as if charity belonging to the poor as if a patient sitting on a therapists door my deepest devotion I'd supply happily the sincerest smiles I'd supply each and every day to thee in your eyes I'd look and never lie each and every day to thee or when silently asleap by your side my dreams you'd fill untill I die |
Very nice.
I like how you mixed Old English and modern English as well as time honored imagery with modern imagery. |
I was looking at the original Sonnet 43 when I wrote it, I can't remember I bit of it now though... >.< it did take me a while because I had to break it down first.
And thank you for your compliments. ^_^ I don't think anyone has realy looked to much into my into the weird poem. |
These are from my love hurts phase.
~~~~ Chilled Heart My hands are growing cold in the sun light My feet are as blocks of ice My head has been stuffed with snow I cry the tears cold as Ice on my chilling cheek I turn away not wanting you to see my pain I hurry away from the window I run from the room I leave your house Out side the warm summer sun does nothing to warm me I do not sweet while running My love has been toyed with My passion has been hosed down My blood boiling with love has been replaced with glacier snow And you have chilled my heart with your words "I have found someone else, I don't love you any more." In the heat of the summers hottest day my heart has frozen to death By KRC Tears and Rain I stand in the cold rain Not bothered by the wet the rain drops washing away my tears My pain is soothed by each clean drop I hear my mothers voice saying It is better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all That saying tears deeper For Three years I have loved But only today found it was never returned We met at a fair Our relationship cut short by his parents They moved him away We wrote once a week then as time grew longer once a month But I always thought he loved me Until today’s letter, "My dearest friend Laura. Great news Mary said she would be my wife. We would love it if you would by Mary’s Maid of honor The wedding is in three months Please call. Sincerely Rie" Those words cut deep as a knife, he does not love me at all I lay down on the wet grass and cry for the wedding that will never be mine. "I have loved Moma, but I have not been loved." I hear my voice say As I fall into the dark sleep of despair On the ground in the rain my love has been killed and I weep for it By KRC I was a maudlin little thing back then wasn't I. |
Thats realy sad T_T
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I guess so but aren't we all at one point or another depending on where our life is going...um i double posted what do i do?
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