Thread: poems ud like to share

i sent this too a few forums grrrrrrrrrrr

tell me what you think and get a break down thanx

ok read this poem i wrote like 5 mintutes ago, i wrote it in like 5 minures
tell me what u think warning languge


whipsers i hear them in the halls
in the cafeteria as i stand in line to pay to pay for the hurt you caused me
stand by friends theyll back you up.
sisters like gang
are you still in love with the whore you mistook me for ?
thats not who i am
i am more than my body
phone numbers
i push ,beep beep beep
so loud
turn it down
shut it off
ill never get the guts to call you anyway
to say im sorry
im who u think i am

i know ..cliche

I'm an old fashioned type who likes Milton and Byron and Elliot. Something with some scansion and maybe a few rhymes thrown in for good measure.
Doesn't really do it for me.

Originally Posted by Ophiolite

I'm an old fashioned type who likes Milton and Byron and Elliot. Something with some scansion and maybe a few rhymes thrown in for good measure.
Doesn't really do it for me.

ok ill try. thanx for being honest

i liked it. second one more than the first one because i understood it better. props, good job.

Originally Posted by SealOtter

i liked it. second one more than the first one because i understood it better. props, good job.

awe, thanx sealotter!!

no title - Hildegunst von Mythenmez
In tiefen, kalten hohlen Raeumen
Wo Schatten sich mit Schatten paaren
Wo alte Buecher Traeume Treumen
Von Zeiten als sie Buecher waren
Wo Kohle Diamant gebiert
Man weder Licht noch Gnade kennt
Dort ist's, wo jener Geists regiert
Den man den SchattenKoenig nennt




no title - Hildegunst von Mythenmez
in *deep*, *cold* *hollow* areas
Where shades *pair* with shades itself
Where old books dream of dreams
Of times as they where books
Where *coal* *bears* diamond
One neither light nor *grace*
knows Ist's, where *that* ghost *rules*
Which one calls the *shade king*

you would have to learn german to understand the text, if you translate it to enlish you wouldnt understand the meaning. I'm bilingual and can understand both enlish (not so good but enough) and german. I see that there are words that don't exist in that perticular way, it is often the case that books written in german and then translated in english have a other style or show a different meaning.(I often mix meanings up in both languages or just know the word in
one of the 2)

why the post?
this is to show that poems are no good in another language, have a different style and stuff. You're poem might be emo in one language but also have a whole other meaning in another.


the upper poem is ununderstandable(in english). I have maked the words that are not how they should be but are the right words(confusing but true)
In enlgish it has a touch as if it where sayd by some guy who is predicting the end of the world....

in german it has a philosopical touch with, how should i say it? It makes you look down to youre self, how great this writer is and any text you have brought to paper, is nothing compared to this.

sounds scary but it's the truth.

wow!!! thats intresting, thanx for the enlightning post! i really agree, it has a cryptic meaning to me, and a different meaning for anyone who reads it, thanks again!

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow--I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone--
Then--in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of the mountain--
From the sun that round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder, and the storm--
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--

Edgar Allan Poe

Wamba samba - Jamma zamma - Wikkity tak to -

Deep the jungle - the vines so long - the monkeys swing through -

Above, the birds - beneath, the ants - behind is yesterday -

Beyond, the beast - He waits for me - the weak, the slow, the prey -

Time to die.




Kolt

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

(Rudyard Kipling)

If i could write the worlds most perfect poem,
i'd turn into the world most egocentric man.
If i could change the world with my words,
i'd be sure to make all new friends.
If i could show the world to share their wealth,
i'd hoared it for myself.
If i dould tell everyone to be fair,
i'd become the only hypocrite left.

Humanity can't handle heroism
It's too weak
too self centred
too ready to believe

To believe in all the compliments the crackpots,
the starry-eyed and the complacent give.
Forgeting far too quickly, where they came from and
never able to get it back

Humanity isn't modest
it's desperate,
always searching
looking for affection

Humanity isn't heroic,
it's greedy
and always looking for a way
to prove that it wants to "help@

Humanity is nothing and
i can't wait until the day
that the cockroaches take over the world

some of my own stuff


I felt a breeze run through my hair
alone in my loft one night,
To think it came without a care
was certainly a fright.

I threw a random antidote
at the venom on the wall,
She stole the song that I had wrote
about the leaves of fall.

My cold and ransacked wooden horse
had to be redrawn,
From timber and heartfelt remorse
it ran across the lawn.

And why haven’t you believed me
all the times I’ve told you true,
I run my thoughts so freely
to keep on even ground with you.




and another one





Perhaps we are not supposed to know
The feeling that will tickle us until we show
Delight, Exalt, Delight, Delight
Fight, No Never Fight

Perhaps we are not supposed to see
The way we disrupt our reality
Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit
Then perhaps we will see

If only time would lend our race a hand
To cease and feed the need to rise out of the struggle land

If only time would lend our race a hand
To cease and feed the need to rise out of the struggle land

Perhaps we are not feeling the way that we once did
As children, when the whole thing is fun
Adventure, Wonder, and of course Delight
And even a healthy dose of Fright

Perhaps we do not understand the simple point of life
To look around and lend a helping hand
If ten legions came this way with muskets and new hats
The wind would rouse the grass and I would stand

Oh what is life if you don't feel some sense of mystery
To see the endless fields and sacred hills
To see the very core of the ones who you like most
And putting that charm well over thrills

Line

Standing in the line
Why am i waistin my time?

Wonder if i'll be the first
to discover life thirst
and see why it passes so quickly
Bang