Raven's Poetry Thread.

Contribute if you can, only original works please.

Remember hearing me mention I used to do a poetry spot on MySpace? Sometimes I still get in the mood to write. Other times I have bouts of writers block that lasts for years. I'm not good at what I'd call "Happy Poetry", so needless to say I haven't written any poetry since I got married as for the most part I've been too happy to write sad depressing stuff, which to me is the only stuff I write that sounds any good. To me, or rather with my writing style, good poetry only comes from real pain or love, something with real meaning with depth. What you're about to read (if you keep reading that is lol) is a poem I did back in 2006 called "Out of Reach". After the poem, if you have any Original Work of your own you'd like to post and share, then by all means please do. Lets see if we can keep this going.

Out of Reach

 

She is sitting there just out of reach,

Beyond my grasp, beyond my speech.

But yet again and again I reach out my hand,

To show her that I truly understand.

So I listen to her when she is lonely,

Just for the glimpse of her heart she's shown me.

Even though it hurts to hear her voice so divine,

It only hurts because I know that she'll never be mine.

 

Yet still I go through it, I take all the pain,

In hopes that some day on me her love will rain.

For that I would wait one thousand years,

For that I would spill one thousand tears.

It goes through my mind every time that I see her,

To the gods up above I pray that we were nearer.

 

These other guys use her, use and abuse her,

These other guys lie, cheat, and bruise her.

They do all the things that I'd never do,

I've tried to show her that my love is true.

But still she's afraid to come out of her shell,

So now I just wait here, sitting lonely in hell.

 

But I still think deep down, still I believe,

Some day she'll realize the love here within me.

Maybe she'll see, as I'd like it to be,

She'll know that it's me that's her destiny.

But until then I'll walk alone down this beach,

Because she's just sitting there, just out of reach.

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Didn't you have one of these already?

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Quoting Jafo, reply 1
Didn't you have one of these already?

Hmm, nope, not here. I've got a stickied list over on my guilds website where I moderate some things when I have the time. There's also a "Raven's Poetry Thread" stickied on one of my old UO sites too. Not one here though, until now :)

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Quoting Raven, reply 2



Quoting Jafo,
reply 1
Didn't you have one of these already?



Hmm, nope, not here. I've got a stickied list over on my guilds website where I moderate some things when I have the time. There's also a "Raven's Poetry Thread" stickied on one of my old UO sites too. Not one here though, until now

Edit: actually Jafo, I might, but I don't remember. If I did it was a long time ago and was archived in the old forums somewhere.

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Quoting Jafo, reply 4
https://forums.wincustomize.com/388711 

Ah...it sort of started as poetry...then went AWOL .....

Ahh THAT thread...lol. That wasn't a "Poetry Thread" per say. I made that post talking about politics actually. THIS thread will be about people's Poems....hopefully....lol.

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Also notice, I didn't write the Poem I used in that post. That was by a author named Thelen Paulk. The poem from this thread is an original, by me. :)

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No-one else has any poetry of their own they'd like to share huh? Bummer...

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violets are blue roses are red, I now have posted in ur thread..  ;P

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Beans beans...where fore art thou beans

Good good...oh so good for the heart

The more you eat...eat up them beans

The more you ...Ah...never mind.

;P  

Dear lord...I apologize for the bean poem/joke...and please be with the starving pygmies down there in New Guinea...Amen. :grin:

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Quoting Raven, reply 7
No-one else has any poetry of their own they'd like to share huh? Bummer...

I could. But in french, sorry (and a translation would lose the slight appeal of them :P)

 

EDIT: and your poem reads nice. I can't say it made me shiver, but that was a pleasant reading.

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Haiku.

 

Little forum thread

Fanboys fill you with their love

Haters come and troll

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And those in between fight the "good" fight (metaphorically speaking ;-)).

Yes Raven, I know that's not poetry, but I also know that the extremes aren't the whole story.

"And all their glory" (metaphorically speaking :P).

Best regards,
Steven.

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The sky was green, the grass was blue, & little chirds were burping in every tree...

Sorry, that was an old radio station lead in where I used to live.  =D

I'll have to dig up some of my old stuff... Need a hazmat suit for the amount of dust it's gonna be covered with...

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Each day we warriors of the heart trudge thru the battlefield of love hoping to survive another day unscathed. Some days we are victorious, others were left with battle scars. Some deep, others only surface wounds, all depending on how close to the landmines of hurt and pain we were at the time of their detonation..
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Quoting HG_Eliminator, reply 14
Each day we warriors of the heart trudge thru the battlefield of love hoping to survive another day unscathed. Some days we are victorious, others were left with battle scars. Some deep, others only surface wounds, all depending on how close to the landmines of hurt and pain we were at the time of their detonation..

I like that, HG, I like that a lot. Well done.

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And what of the claymore of betrayal? Is it more lethal than the fragmentation of slight? Is it colder than the zero of anonymity?

Is the cacophony of the fight worse than the silence of indifference? What protection against death delivered?

What matter to the dead "How" and "Why"?

Is the silence of the tomb deeper than a home broken by parting and departing?

Where do the sounds of laughter go when they so swiftly depart? Why do the cries of pain linger beyond reason?

 

 

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Before

by *PoSmedley

Before Apollo left the ground
Before recorded sound
Before the Dead Sea scrolls were found
Before, before, before, before


Before they built the Great Wall
Before the Roman Empire's fall
Before Barabas' name was called
Before, before, before, before

Before the Ark found solid ground
Before Eve bit down
Before God stould back and looked around
Before, before, before, before

Before all of that
and all of this

Before I ever spoke it
Before I ever wrote this
Before you ever heard it (did you know it?)
Before, before, before, before

Before all of that
and all of this
I loved you

Before this moment ends
Before we pretend
this never, ever happened
Before, before, before, before

Before we lose another moment like this
could I steal just one kiss
and if it's not what we both have missed
I'll leave it like before
Before all of that
and all of this
Before I knew a love
could exist
Before, before, before, before

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That was Excellent, Po. There's a lot of feeling in that. Well done my friend.

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at wc
we all agree
that for customising
it's the place to be

gamers drop in from time to time
to show that they can write and rhyme
they're pretty chilled, not temperamental
their love of games is elemental

us customisers share our space
and gamers always show good grace
for this is both our shared home base
our little home in cyberspace

a frog is head of our cyber state
and a chameleon with his cheeky gait
atop a page lies in wait
for noobies to assimilate    

*_*



joe user on the other hand
can be seen as anything but bland
to set off a full swing attack
one only has to mention mac

republicans and democrats
choose their sides and have their spats
from a few short visits I could glean
a real good place to vent your spleen

but WC is where I go
from a first visit long ago
I dipped my toe, I took the plunge
and Winky went in for the lunge
my veins were pierced and pixelated
I was well and truly assimilated       :borg:

 

 

 

 

deep   huh..... :lol:

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that's lovely Po'...and ravens too....and HG & doc... :)

lol @ web   

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A Kookaburra marks her place

though none can say they've seen her face.

A witty gal from a Harbour "down under",

ARRRR! She takes no prisoners with her plunder.

 

A certain skinner of skill quite clear,

has toasted her with white russians and beer.

At cards she's proven quite sharp,

playing Striped Poker with skill and art.

 

I place my bet she'll be the first

with great screen shots that boast

graphic skills that're quite the toast!

 

But for me, her wallpapers did surpass

all before in any class.

Though Ethan did capture my heart,

Sydney has decked it with her art.

 

 

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:lol:     I love that poetry can make you laugh as well as cry.....that's very sweet doc....*chuckle*....

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Here you go rave, something i wrote a while back

Sweet Molasses

Published on April 7, 2008 By Vampothika In Poetry

 

 In the sweetness of dawn I rose and bathed,

 The daylight awaited for yet to be seen.

 I recalled the passage of which I strolled.

Fair minded and free in which I roamed.

With a bow most gracious to the ladies that passed me,

A demure lit smile formed apon mine lips,

 I felt indeed like a true souled man.

 Upon turning the corner, in my well leasured journey,

 A bedazzeling site, stole my breath away.

A woman so brazen was in a scandelous notion,

Her bathing was public, from a bucket of ankles depth.

I froze in my postion as I clearly saw the beauty glistening with water.

Her hair fell like sweet sticky molasses down her dainty spine,

 Curving, and clinging like a sweet aftertaste.

The blackness of its colour, bewitched me if you will,

 'Who are you?' I heard myself ask in a voice not quite my own.

 "Satsify this tormened soul..........Fullfill your promise to be eternally mine"

She began to turn and I caught the glimmer of her eye,

 To my horror, it was such a colour I had never beheld.

I was driven to my knees but yet, I could not help but stare.

 Twas the colour of true lavender, so fine and so rare.

Hypnotized and haunted I moved not an inch,

As I watched, something utterly incoherent occured.

 Her garment of pale cotton wrapped about her body,

Beckoning me softly with a deceptive glow.

She sensed my innard struggle of soul's tormenture,

 And offered her hand with a nocturn's persuasion.

 I cannot deny I accepted this offer, as I rose feebily, to steady ground.

The molasses now dry, was trickled with delicate plaiting.

It blew softly with a scent to intoxicate all senses.

'Please forgive my rash words sweet sister' .... I begged

'Your beauty is most unworthy of my.... soul.'

Yes clammered I most surely did, for my poor heart had now seen,

The situation I was under, was of no presence that it ought to be.

Sweat broke my forhead and ran slowly down my temple...

Her scent had oppressed me, with intensions so clear,

She moved ever so close to me that I dared not breath.

 For a moment, time itself exsited not around me.

 It fled my side as my heart pounded deafingly so.

With a fouling swoop, not to be mistaken for anything but,

She kissed me most deeply as my throat ran dry.

 I groaned with a horror, and yearning passion combined,

 But as I returned the sweet favour I failed to see,

That her sweet molasses hair was choking me.....

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that's cool vamps.... I could see you doing an artistic interpretation of that.... would make a cool wall....