Official Poetry Thread

[cerberus21]

First, let me define the word Apathy.

 

 

Apathy: Lack of emotion

And now for my poem.

 

 

Begging for Apathy

 

To drown in apathy is the greatest gift

A numbing from pain that makes me sick

How could you hurt me this way?

How long had you planned to betray?

Remembering the taste of your lips

All I felt was bliss

But I would forget those memories just to be

Graced by apathy

You string me along like a sewn ragdoll

Give me apathy before I end it all

I don't want to feel another sting

This heart has become a cold dead thing

But still you burn like a twisted blade

Give me apathy before I go insane

Indifference is a blessing, this pain a curse

The words turn more hollow with every verse

Every lie falls on deaf ears

Blinded eyes still rain tears

An apathetic mind needs no Novovain

It is already shielded from the pain

The angel of my dreams has turned life into a nightmare

But still I wish it were one we could share

I'm not over this, and so I yearn for apathy

A natural relief

to cure me of grief

Stabbed out my eys so I couldn't see

That the only answer is a fall to apathy

It feels so wrong to want to be numb

But it's better than always losing blood

From cuts left unhealed, unstitched and left open

Grief breaks me like the waves of the ocean

If you never meant to leave, you only had to stay

You don't get to decide when I change

I'll stay this way aginst my will

Give apathy or go for the kill

It can't end this way, but it has come to be

Why can't I get lost in apathy?

[TrickyPooBoy]

LIMERICKS FTW

 

EDWARD LEAR ROCKS

 

PLEASE DON'T QUOTE THIS CAUSE IT'LL MAKE ME LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT

[~Wright~]

First' date=' let me define the word Apathy.

 

 

Apathy: Lack of emotion

And now for my poem.

 

 

[b']Begging for Apathy[/b]

 

To drown in apathy is the greatest gift

A numbing from pain that makes me sick

How could you hurt me this way?

How long had you planned to betray?

Remembering the taste of your lips

All I felt was bliss

But I would forget those memories just to be

Graced by apathy

You string me along like a sewn ragdoll

Give me apathy before I end it all

I don't want to feel another sting

This heart has become a cold dead thing

But still you burn like a twisted blade

Give me apathy before I go insane

Indifference is a blessing, this pain a curse

The words turn more hollow with every verse

Every lie falls on deaf ears

Blinded eyes still rain tears

An apathetic mind needs no Novovain

It is already shielded from the pain

The angel of my dreams has turned life into a nightmare

But still I wish it were one we could share

I'm not over this, and so I yearn for apathy

A natural relief

to cure me of grief

Stabbed out my eys so I couldn't see

That the only answer is a fall to apathy

It feels so wrong to want to be numb

But it's better than always losing blood

From cuts left unhealed, unstitched and left open

Grief breaks me like the waves of the ocean

If you never meant to leave, you only had to stay

You don't get to decide when I change

I'll stay this way aginst my will

Give apathy or go for the kill

It can't end this way, but it has come to be

Why can't I get lost in apathy?

 

Very, very nice

But bunched up, it's long

And hard to read.

 

It'd be easier to read

If you cut it into stanzas

Like this.

 

That way we can digest it in bite size chunks.

 

Here's some haikus if you actually care. ;D

 

Five Moments

 

Toc. Tic, Toc. Tic, toc.

Five moments of life vanished,

Never to return.

 

The Puppy

 

The fuzzy puppy

Wandering alone is the

Coyote's next snack.

 

A Pebble

 

One in a billion.

Would it really matter if

It disappeared?

 

I like haikus, because they're harmless to read, easy to write, and present a single moment, scene, or idea much faster than other types of poetry.

[Huntar!]

Gosh, this thread is dead.

can't you get it through your heads?

this thread needs a bump.

 

haiku, and I just bumped this thread :)

[Βyakuya]

Need

Nobody knows who I am

I never felt this empty before

Is it because I am excluded?

Maybe of my appearance?

Or the strive in their beings?

I can only hear the tune of a guitar in the distance..

playing a classic tune...

While I touch hear fortitude..

But I never longed for longitude,

of my life...

 

My heart drowns in an ocean of words

I'm afraid to die

But eventually I will give up sometimes...

But it get worse along the way

As woe goes along the day

And somber a tune....

For someone like me,

Mine is misunderstood

 

When I try to grasp, I burden hurts

I'm putting that stress down

Why can't I see a face?

Maybe because as I am unseen outside

But I long to look

And soon, I can see the shore...

[Felix]

[align=center]Haikus can be fun

but sometimes they don't make sense

REFRIGERATOR [/align]

[Yang Xiao-Long]

Emotions swell as easily as does the waves of the sounding sea.

 

Emotions are as dark as the night sky, and as bright as the stars of its illumination.

 

Emotions can be the savior of lives, or the bringer of its destruction.

 

Emotions can make one's soul as heavy as lead, or lift one high as light as a feather.

 

Emotions are the burdenless weights that enlighten one's existence.

 

Emotions are what make us who we are.

 

Emotions let us live.

[Twin Seed]

I grab your hand as you lean in closely against my shoulder,

Forever and ever I wish to be,

By your side and never to be colder,

Now as I shift my gaze from the sea,

My eyes stop when they spot a beast,

A creature as lovely as the moon,

A lady as beautiful as any mermaid.

Rubbing your back as I am now,

I feel no cuts,

No stitches,

No bruises.

But how do angels fall with no pain,

How do they rise with no wings?

I glance up at the crescent moon above the sea,

Bright as day,

Calm as she,

She the sea.

My eyes lock into yours,

My heart races as your love burns into my soul,

The aching in my chest quickly leaving with my worries and doubts,

"I love you", I whisper as my heart shouts the three simple words.

 

 

Made it for someone special <3 <3

[Yang Xiao-Long]

Note: This was made on the spot.

 

[align=center]Kindness

 

Like the plucking of a string, so beats our heart in the flow of time.

Like the ever-pulsating aura that surrounds us all, so radiates kindness.

 

As the river of time flows on, the desire to be kind, as eternal as time, radiates from our hearts.

 

A simple "hello," or maybe even an insignificant hug. Symbols of the eternal kinship towards one another.

 

Kindness.

From the seed of kindness, we reap the reward of love.

What more do we truly need?[/align]

[Βyakuya]

[align=center]The heart falls beneath

The bond is broken apart

Now who is there left?[/align]

[Yang Xiao-Long]

[align=center]So I heard that you like colors?

 

Is it this bright blue? Or is it this ruby red?

Perhaps this printed purple?

 

From day by day I'll search for that color; from hour by seconds gone I'll search for that azure sea of color's palette.

From every day by passing day I'll search for that sapphire sea, or maybe that one ruby's rhyme.

 

Is this your favorite color?[/align]

 

 

Review it if you so wish.

[chedbonlahor]

Has anyone read the poem the lovesong of J alfred Prufrock?? I actually have a card that I made, inspired by that poem!!!

[A King by Rights]

Why do you oppose

My Reign as a King by Rights

Now, Kneel before me.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

I beat "Fullmetal Alchemist and the Broken Angel" the other day, and something inside me clicked and made me write this.

 

The Flower Alchemist

 

A flower in the blooming breeze, winding to sides,

Revealing a hidden seed. I ask myself why things happen,

Making me realize only that you were more than a person; if

Only I realized sooner what I was missing.

Not only were you that red-haired obnoxious apprentice,

You were- are- my friend. Thank you for everything.

[Kagamine]

[spoiler=MILLIONS]

People are the millions of stories,

In the library of life,

They are never ending stories,

No one can ever read.

 

The author of each story,

As gifted as they are,

Will find many things wrong,

With there story of life.

 

The stories are just there,

No one will ever read them,

They must continue writing there own,

And not steal ideas.

 

People are the stories and poems,

That are lost in the library,

Always cheched in on time,

But then never out.

 

People may just glimpse a page,

Always the closest friends,

But then no more,

For they to, are the authors.

 

there are millions of stories,

But we only, truly, know our own,

the people out there write a page every day,

To add to there endless tale.

 

You may think you cannot write,

But trust me as I speak,

Our stories will live on as art,

amoungst the millions of other tales.

 

Don't stop writing,

Even if it is something dreadful,

Do not stop,

For you and i truly know that this life is not fair.

 

Life is not a fairy-tale,

For life is life,

And as good as life can be,

We truly know that is not the best.

 

Our lives will not live on forever,

But our stories will,

With the millions of others,

In the library of endless shelves.

 

Our stories might be short but also might be long,

As soon as we enter this world,

we are authors,

No matter how young or old.

 

Our stories are stories,

no one will understand,

No matter if they siblings,

Lead the same life,

Our stories are ours,

No one will understand.

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=HEARTPATHS]

People come into our lives,

Leaving footsteps of misery,

Or Joy,

In our hearts.

Friends leave long paths,

Enemies leave short,

then we reach an end of a path,

And someone else,

Will make a fork,

In our heartpaths,

That no one else will follow,

Because people we meet,

Are never the same.

 

 

 

[spoiler=WIND]

Wind,

Though it's strong,

Though it's fierce,

It will not intrude,

Our warm comforting home,

We hear it,

It howls,

It tries to get in,

But the warmth of our home,

Is to strong,

For the icy cold Febuary wind.

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=THE KEYS]

8 keys are dead,

they will never play,

Their sweet notes,

Ever, ever again,

The person reasponsible,

For this tragity,

Will get out of tune,

And eventually will,

Too, stop thier song,

Most songs are good,

But there may be,

Just as many bad,

In this disc of,

Nver ending life,

8 keys are dead.

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=HOPE]

Some can not see any point,

In continuing this long journey,

Of fullfillment,

Instead of sun they see rain,

Instead of love they feel hate,

Instead of smiles they see frowns,

We know we will die,

But the whole point of dying,

It to appretiate your life before,

It happens,

They feel no hope,

Because they have no hope,

We all know these are bad times,

Because they are,

In the past,

People made it through The Depression,

Through wars,

Through life,

People in the future,

Who have no hope,

Will look back on us,

Knowing tese times were depressing,

Frightful,

Hard,

So they will have hope,

Knowing that people suffered,

But survived,

They will have hope.

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=The Fire Will Never Die]

The fire,

The warmth,

The meaning,

Of the fire,

Will never Die,

As we circle it,

Like a moth does a lamp,

We think what life would be like,

Without this fire,

That will never die,

It would be dark,

It would be cold,

It would be meaningless,

Without the fire,

That will never die.

 

 

 

thought I should spoilerize it so all my poems wouln't be all over the place.

Yeah, um, I think they're pretty good.

So, uh, critique and offer suggestions if you want. FEEDBACK please.

please note: if you have a short attention span, they're not as long as they look. ;D