YCM Poetry Corner...

[~The Dark one~]

The fields lay bare,

the oceans are tarnished

and The forests are gone.

 

you ask yourself,

Am i happy about Destruction

is this what i want?

Is this what the world has,

Become

 

Is the world worth

Technology and Inventions

You say no no

The world is beauty

not destruction.

 

The beauty of life

 

[Bassa]

Nice Poems guys.

[✪RION]

Here's mine...

 

 

Here I lay

Still and breathless

Just like always

Still I want some more

Mirrors sideways

Who cares what's behind

Just like always

Still your passenger

 

Chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces

These and other lucky witnesses

 

Now to calm me

this time won't you please

Drive faster!

 

Roll the window down this cool night air is curious

Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything

I'm your passenger, I'm your passenger

 

Drop these down then put them on me

Nice cool seats there to cushion your knees

Now to calm me

Take me around again

Don't pull over

This time won't you please

Drive faster!

 

Roll the window down this cool night air is curious

Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees, what tonight

Roll these misty windows down to catch my breath and then

Go and go and don't just drive me home and back again

 

Here I lay just like always,

Don't let me go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Take me to the edge

[Yankee]

*poke*

Idc how long it's been.

 

Here's another one from Yankee.

 

 

Music is the Heart - Yankee

 

I am your pain, I am your joy

I am your very favorite toy

You listen to me talk to you

You listen to me fix your mood

 

 

 

You come to me when death itself

Comes and places it's hand on health

You come to me with so much love

I give you those things with a shove

 

 

 

When pain comes and I see your face,

I brighten the dark, hateful place

And when you don't know what to say,

I say them for you, and I pray

 

 

 

You listen to me all alone,

You listen to me with friends shown

I cry for you when hurting bad

I laugh with you when feeling glad

 

 

 

And when there's a hole in your heart,

Just know I'll be there to fill that part

[Nathanael D. Striker]

War - Mr Striker (War Torn)

 

People have said that war makes men

In the heat of night next to the cold river bed.

 

People have said that war is a lion in its den

Waiting to strike you in the head.

 

I can say from experience that war makes hate

Between two good friends having fun.

 

I can say from experience that war is a date

With death and all the suffering that is has done.

 

From the bottom of my heart, I want it to end.

Yet I know, it has only begun.

[Bassa]

Yay Poems again!

[Clair]

There once was a vacuum named Eugene.

He wheezed up a storm that was obscene.

He was old and decrepit

And reeked of stale armpit.

But Eugene's life was far from serene.

 

By day a good guy

By night an evil spy

Watch out, hide your kids.

Before the vacuum forbids

You to run to a neighbor nearby.

 

And if you ask him "why me exactly?"

He'll reply to you matter-of-factly.

"I don't want your dust, or toys from your sonny -

Just don't make me wait and give me your money."

And with your wallet in hand

The geezer will leave quietly.

 

For now - so it seems - you are clear.

But you'll know if he again comes near.

You'll hear his loud wheezing

You'll see his lights flashing.

And his laughter will fill you with fear.

[Anti-Apocryphal]

Wherever you go,

and whatever you do,

I am sending,

God's blessings to you.

 

 

 

And, I beleive you are missing quite a few of my other poems in the 1st post.

[Grunt Issun]

A haiku, about how awesome I am

 

Wang fire is great

He can do so much cool stuff

I am so awesome

 

Notice how I shift from 3rd person to 1st person because I was out of options

[Yang Xiao-Long]

Storm

 

I ask much, yet demand none

in return when I try to read thee.

As my quests ascend like

a skylark I wonder much of thee.

 

Why do you clap if you strike before?

Surely there's no joy in striking

innocence; why so keen in lore?

What wind is your delight?

 

A gale of such feverish indulgence

that many fear its reverie,

so says many, vanished within its

vortex so frightful in forceful melody.

 

As thoughts disappear into its

unknown song, I feel a presence

pf power unseen: as if peasant

in a noble court of kings.

Such is man.

[Bassa]

Cool poems everyone...

[Jack of All Spades]

I am quite sad now,

No one responds anymore,

To my arguments.

 

Do they lack the skill?

Are they at a loss for words?

Maybe they're stupid...

 

My points are concrete,

They can't be shaken or hit,

They will not falter.

 

Try me, I dare you,

Counter my truthful statements,

Have fun, little fools!

Are those the tears,

from arguements unresponded,

or are you just crying?

 

I can argue with you,

through serene poetry,

and I'm smart, no lying.

 

If your points are concrete,

I'm a jackhammer,

and I'll make your pillar fall.

 

I've argued with your poetry.

I realize you want to argue now,

If your fit to make the call.

 

*starting to feel the beginning of a poetry war.*

[Lunar Origins]

Can you breathe?

With all this dust

Of shattered memories

remaining

 

We may greave

but never trust

In our hearts

Diminishing,

Shining

 

Never ready yet to move on.

 

Yet we still do.

Run, run away.

But face it headway, in the future, in the past.

Run away.

[Clair]

Chains binding choices

Pinned down by the penalty

Total oppression

[Dark]

A POETRY WAR, YOU SAY?

 

I'll respond whenever I get time. Damn graduation and finals and college and whatnot.

[Jack of All Spades]

Chains binding choices

Pinned down by the penalty

Total oppression

I like this.

The theme is...past, fear, racism, history, or choices. From what I see.

[Jack of All Spades]

Come on in, my friend!

Have a seat beside the fire!

The message is clear.

Tell me what you desire!

 

How exciting is this?!

You and I, don't you see?!

I don't want you here

If you can't take along me!

[Βyakuya]

The Lust

 

What is a heart?

Is it an object of desire?

Or rather a symbol of relation?

What is a heart I say?

If I cracked your head open,

can I find it?

If I tore open your chest,

can I find it?

What is a heart?

Could it really be

a throbbing pouch blood?

Or is it just a 2-D shape?

What is a heart?

Why a heart?

How is it meaning full?

Could I have one?

What is a heart?

If you say it is invisible,

Where is it particularly?

It is all confusing for me to look at

Why is it so important?

If you keep mentioning this,

I'll ask pound you with more questions,

such as,

who am I?

 

Melody of the Wild Dance (I already made this poem but I edited it so don't add!)

 

Rush, rush,

A footstep after another

And another

Corrugated arms reach to

another,

gives out lukearm colors

to the scene

A chirp, a cry, and hustle

It's loud as the radio

when its up loud

The ground, barren

shares feet of all kinds

running and jumping

A bounce, and uniformity

comes, as a beat

comes all at once

then it stops, and

returns again.

But pain to

see, no foriegner ever

bothers take

glimpse at this

natural scene

For such irony that

their antecedents

once dwelled in that hall.

Is this a sign,

that we all are,

afraid to dance?

 

Taken

 

It has come to me.

That moment.

The fine weapon immigrates in my chest,

scarring the scarlet creations.

There is nothing but blurs.

There is nothing but anguish.

Anguish, given by

the gatekeeper of hell.

It has come.

The warriors of my domain lost.

As the arms of the abyss drag me,

I drag myself forward,

and saw nothing but my love

anguish over,

I think,

As she kneels and touches my palm,

"I'll never be alone"

With that, I dropped the pen of fate.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

Doing something for the sake of doing

a good thing makes me question if

what I did was good at all.

 

I did it for you,

yet I only hurt myself in the end.

I still wonder why I am so foolish.

 

My heart aches for you still, I shall admit,

and I miss what you had once given me.

Why was I so foolish to think otherwise?

 

Because I thought doing something

for the sake of doing good

was right.

 

And now my heart is Soundless.

[AsianGuy1137]

Two Sides of the Same World

 

They say we are the blessed

To live in this golden age

This pinnacle of the human race

Which Divine Providence has graced

And we endow with endless praise

 

But there’s a secret they don’t profess

Of a portrait embellished with stains

From a palette of splattered paints

Of an age of gilded disdain

Bound by materialistic chains.

 

They say we are the blessed

To live in this golden age

Full of compassion and charity

Of universal prosperity

And increasing longevity

 

Yet I would beg to digress

Because freedom isn’t universal

And prosperity is artificial

Governments are controversial

And full of corrupt officials

 

They say we are the blessed

To live in this golden age

When the price of all is known

And happiness can be owned

Through paper bills and cheap loans

 

But I say we have regressed

For the price of a luxurious life

Is paid by another’s strife

Is happiness worth the cries

Of the child laborers on which we rely?

 

They say we are the blessed

To live in this golden age

In a world of united nations

Of a million vaccinations

And boundless aspirations

 

But our world seems so decrepit

Where resources are constantly strained

In cities plagued by acid rain

With an economy that cannot be sustained

Where only corporate greed remains.

 

They say we are the blessed

To live in this golden age

I say this world is oppressed

By moral values gone astray

I say this world is possessed

By the worth our money pays

I say this world is distressed

As hope dies to meet dismay

I say we are the dead

As we whimper till the end of days

[Cody Frost]

It's been a while since I was here, but I like this piece, alot.

 

Quizás - Enrique Iglesias

 

Hola viejo dime cómo estás,

los años pasan y no hemos vuelto a hablar

y no quiero que te pienses

que me he olvidado de tí.

 

Yo por mi parte no me puedo quejar,

trabajando como siempre igual,

aunque confieso que en mi vida

hay mucha soledad.

 

En el fundo tú y yo somos casi igual

y me vuelvo loco solo con pensar.

 

Quizás, la vida nos separe cada día más,

quizás, la vida nos aleje de la realidad,

quizás, tú buscas un desierto y yo busco un mar,

quizás, que gracias a la vida yo te quiero más.

 

Hola viejo dime cómo estás,

hay tantas cosas que te quiero explicar,

porque uno nunca sabe si mañana esté aquí.

 

A veces hemos hido marcha atrás

y la razón siempre querías llevar,

pero estoy cansado,

no quiero discutir.

 

En el fundo tú y yo somos casi igual

y me vuelvo loco solo con pensar.

 

Quizás, la vida nos separe cada día más,

quizás, la vida nos aleje de la realidad,

quizás, tú buscas un desierto y yo busco un mar,

quizás, que gracias a la vida yo te quiero más.

 

Quizás, la vida nos separe cada día más,

quizás, la vida nos aleje de la realidad,

quizás, tú buscas un desierto y yo busco un mar,

quizás, que gracias a la vida yo te quiero más.

 

Hola viejo dime cómo estás,

los años pasan y no hemos vuelto a hablar

y no quiero que te pienses

que me olvídado de tí.

 

Translated Version

 

Hello old timer, tell me how you are.

The years have passed and we have yet to talk.

And I don’t want you to think,

that I’ve forgotten of you.

 

On my part complain is something I cannot,

But you’re still working everyday and night,

And I must confess that,

There’s a hole in my life.

 

Down to our souls, we are so much alike,

And it drives me crazy to realize …

 

Perhaps, each day wants to separates the both of us.

Perhaps, reality gets in the way of who we are.

Perhaps, you‘re searching for a desert and I for an ocean.

Perhaps, but thank god I still love you with all my heart.

 

Hello old timer, tell me how you are.

I still want to ask you questions I’ve held for so long,

Because tomorrow may come,

but no one really knows.

 

Confrontation we’ve done more than once,

And you’ve always wanted reason by your side,

But I’ve been tired out,

And for once I don’t want to argue.

 

Down to our souls, we are so much alike,

And it drives me crazy to realize…

 

Perhaps, every day wants to separates the both of us.

Perhaps, reality gets in the way of who we are.

Perhaps, you‘re searching for a desert and I for an ocean.

Perhaps, but thank god I still love you with all my heart.

 

Perhaps, every day wants to separates the both of us.

Perhaps, reality gets in the way of who we are.

Perhaps, you‘re searching for a desert and I for an ocean.

Perhaps, but thank god I still love you with all my heart.

 

Hello old timer, tell me how you are…

The years have passed and we have yet to talk,

And I don’t want you to think,

That I’ve forgotten…of you.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

It's been a few days since a poem's been posted here, so I'll post one that I wrote a few weeks ago.

 

Thoughtful

 

If I am a robot, does that mean

I have no worries in life?

What is "life"? [begin log]

 

I don't think, but at times I wonder: [Record]

Why is the sky blue in color?

What is "blue"? And "color"?

 

I know I can hear things, but this melody is quite soothing.

What makes something so soothing? [Pause]

Process, process, emergence, consciousness...Phenomenon?

 

So many questions, yet still moreso than answers.

What do eyes equal? Surely, it must be -

One for liar; one for truthteller, no? [Resume]

 

These meanings pass me by - what's "meaning"?

Why is "why" such an important word - [Forwarded]

What is "importance"?

 

Would "copy/paste" work in life? [save]

Wondered dissonance? No more what's;

How is music? No more why's; Will see?

 

I'm like electricity, I believe. I can be negative, and ask

all day; be neutral and wonder all day. I believe I like

positive - keep moving forward. But one more what: [Reply]

 

Will the me of today be here tomorrow? [Close]

[AsianGuy1137]

Solus

By Spoonbolt

 

(pt. 1)

 

A hopeless aspiration

How the darkness waits for light

And I as the night

I have been waiting

 

Denied what is deficient

As fallen petals wish for life

For warmth, all this time

I have been waiting

 

Tranquility's persuasion

A deceitful parasite

For what I'll never find

I have been waiting

 

Reassured by lies

And as the soulless hope to die

For what can never be

I will be waiting

 

Forsaken

I behold

The desert

Of my soul

 

A counterfeit utopia

That beckoned me inside

Then bid me lay alone

And I am waiting

 

Sorrowful the shadows' song

That echos in my mind

By innocence confound

So I am waiting

 

A halo and an oath

Ensure a liquid paradise

Susceptible and silent

I am waiting

 

Occasional epiphanies

Reveal another side

But I never could discover

Why I'm waiting

 

Forsaken

I behold

The desert

Of my soul

 

Waiting for an answer

With open wounds to mend

In taking flight, decline impends

As seasons wait to end

Waiting for assurance

With negativity condoned

Knowing, though my hope has grown

I've always been in this alone

 

(pt. 2)

 

Waiting for a reason

To believe the tides have turned

Distracted by my hope

Forgetting everything I've learned

Waiting for a promise

Made of words that aren't hollow

Growing, though inside I know

I've always been in this alone

 

I want you to see

What I want to believe

So I'll paint you a picture to keep

Of the dreams that have planted

This madness I reap

Of disappointments I've sown in my sleep

 

For what can never be

For what I'll never find

Susceptible and silent

I am waiting

 

I'll find a place

Where no one will see

Where I can burn into ashes my love

Lock myself in

And swallow the key

And paint all my pictures in blood

 

For what can never be

For what I'll never find

Susceptible and silent

I am waiting

 

Drawing closer to a resolution

As another delusion revolts

Maybe this is just evolution

And I'm not fit for this world

[Brinolovania]

Well, I can write haikus that are mildly amusing because they suck.

 

Unfortunately,

This haiku has no purpose.

Sorry about that.

 

...Yeah, I have skill.

[AsianGuy1137]

Well, I can write haikus that are mildly amusing because they suck.

 

Unfortunately,

This haiku has no purpose.

Sorry about that.

 

...Yeah, I have skill.

Nice :lol: You should check out Mr. Burnham's awesome

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