Any users write poetry?

[Danielson]

If you do feel free to share in this thread. I'll start

These are two I had written in June when a friend passed away..

When life's not fair,
so cruel and obscene,
I retreat into my world,
a most curious dream.

My world's a world
of possibility,
a world where imagination,
hope, and love are key.

No tossing, turning,
sleepless nights
No death, tears,
or hate-filled fights.

Instead I go
to a place with no pain,
without any hurt,
and life is more sane.

Friends and loved ones,
would be there,
and people around you,
would love and care.

If only this place could be
non-fiction and reality,
then you and I would see
a world where life is beautiful.

------------------------------------------------------------------
Little by little,
The memories die,
Fading into darkness,
With no reason why.

Triumphs and trials,
Will soon disappear,
Total oblivion,
Will soon be here.

People you love,
All become the same,
Unrecognizable faces,
Without a name.

Confusion sets in,
As you fight to remember,
When you were born...
Is it August or November?

What a nightmare,
To have your brain become rotten,
Living in a world,
Where all is forgotten

 

[Lacky]

They are beautiful Danny, I prefer to read poetry than to write it.

 

[Danielson]

Thank you and I understand

 

[Big Hoss Rambler]

I assume KiaKia does but she's gone. (

 

[Danielson]

Is she ever expected to return?

 

[Lacky]

Not from what I'm aware, hopefully one day.

 

[Stopspot]

I dawdled in it years ago. More into writing novels to be honest

 

[Danielson]

You should think about sharing some of your work with us. I enjoy reading as well as enjoy your federation x stuff.

 

[lileilou]

Love your stuff Danny, it's beautiful. Here are some of my recent ones.

This is her bedroom,
Don’t weep too loud,
You’ll wake her memories.

You are nice clothes,
You are not dark,
You are midnight tea with jam tarts.

My luggage limit won’t allow,
For our bottled up words,
Only for dreams and skirts.

You are pretty bags,
You are height charts,
You are chapters before new starts.

Europe runs past,
I embrace eagles,
Forgetting the fields.

You are pen pals,
You are shit art,
You are lonely eyes on my heart.

The mermaid got us into trouble,
Please don’t tell the press,
I paid up the rent on your womb.

You are the queen,
You are the park,
One day we’ll meet again for tea with jam tarts.

---

We’re on our knees together, I touch our lips,
sweat betrays us when we say,
we are not afraid of techno eyes.
Our face lives in a frame, on a page, in pixels,
our body was sold by heat and the mirror,
in a seedy off licence in Tottenham.

---

Ahead of her time, falls down a pole
murders, smiling, remains a woman.

Eats, blue soup, sews up the hole,
left in my heart, by another woman.

Japan cut me up; she glued with eyes,
locked onto my own, an awful woman.

Trips over her words, a diary of lies,
I gave her new words, to the simple woman.

Suddenly dead, I fall through her heart.
My hands, now glass, I fight for a woman.

 

[Danielson]

Love your stuff Danny, it's beautiful. Here are some of my recent ones.

This is her bedroom,
Don’t weep too loud,
You’ll wake her memories.

You are nice clothes,
You are not dark,
You are midnight tea with jam tarts.

My luggage limit won’t allow,
For our bottled up words,
Only for dreams and skirts.

You are pretty bags,
You are height charts,
You are chapters before new starts.

Europe runs past,
I embrace eagles,
Forgetting the fields.

You are pen pals,
You are shit art,
You are lonely eyes on my heart.

The mermaid got us into trouble,
Please don’t tell the press,
I paid up the rent on your womb.

You are the queen,
You are the park,
One day we’ll meet again for tea with jam tarts.

---

We’re on our knees together, I touch our lips,
sweat betrays us when we say,
we are not afraid of techno eyes.
Our face lives in a frame, on a page, in pixels,
our body was sold by heat and the mirror,
in a seedy off licence in Tottenham.

---

Ahead of her time, falls down a pole
murders, smiling, remains a woman.

Eats, blue soup, sews up the hole,
left in my heart, by another woman.

Japan cut me up; she glued with eyes,
locked onto my own, an awful woman.

Trips over her words, a diary of lies,
I gave her new words, to the simple woman.

Suddenly dead, I fall through her heart.
My hands, now glass, I fight for a woman.

You are very talented. Your writing is very descriptive and I can almost imagine everything you are writing. Job well done

 

[lileilou]

Thank you! I still have a lot to learn though, hence why I'm still studying.

 

[Danielson]

Thank you! I still have a lot to learn though, hence why I'm still studying.

Keep up the good work and if you ever want to throw ideas at me PM me.

 

[Danielson]

Every life will end in death
And there is pain for every breath
You ever take, and you will break
In thousands of pieces,
As consciousness releases ,
Its side effects
it injects you with addictions,
Afflictions for which there is no pill
I am alive so I am ill
Because I am , therefore I feel
I dont just think about what thinking means
But also feel for other feeling things
And end up with a bleeding heart
Watching us tear this world apart
Can we stop now before alls gone ?
Can we undo the damage done ?


Yes, I am part of the game
And though I know Im part to blame
For all of this
I still see hope under the mess
And beauty in the Universe
I ponder on it in silence
Wonder what will be left of us
Before our sun finally bursts
And ends our cry and joy and lust
Before we all become star dust ...
again
Will we destroy ourselves by then ?
And leave behind just pain and shame
Or will we ever find the ways to win the game
The ways
to earn our place
as the enlightened consciousness
That creates art and conquers space
I hope theres hope for us ... but how ?
Look at us now ....

We invent Gods who bless our wars
And justify the hatred flooding our pores
We feed on life and kill our kind
Yet we pretend we were designed ...
intelligently ?!
Consequently, we find reasons
to commit evils
By falling on our knees
and asking God to please
Help us make bombs and do violent acts
To serve religions of peace
While trusting our kids to pedophile priests
This is us!

We close our eyes and praise the skies
Anesthetize our minds and fill our hearts with lies
About eternal paradise in afterlife
While we give birth to Hell on Earth
Is it worth it ?

 

[arianna]

@[DannyWoods] That's awesome! I don't write poetry anymore. :downer:

 

[Danielson]

@[DannyWoods] That's awesome! I don't write poetry anymore. :downer:

Thank you and you should give it a try again.