Thanks guys. I found some poems I wrote in year seven, I might post some later in an attempt to lighten the thread up a bit. :hugs: :)
*hugs* I know how you feel. But it will get better, in the end.
I adore your ability to rhyme. I have been reading your writing without commenting, as I usually do with other peoples writing, and I just wanted to say that you have such a great talent that you should persevere with. Don't let anything get you down - or, if it does - keep writing. Use it as a source to ensnare your feelings until you are ready to set them free.
Removing a few bits to keep this thread from depressing me every time I look back at these posts, leaving all the poems of course. ;)
Gazing out the window
Writhing on the floor
Longing with both heart and soul
To be with you once more
Sighing with the ocean
Staring into space
Sifting through the sands of time
Until I find your face
Here is another I wrote several weeks ago.
As the future heads towards us
And what it holds as yet unknown
I stand and wonder, sick at heart
Must I go on from here alone?
Your writing is amazing, Thalia! I love the first one, but I understand the second one completely. You're not alone. Never think that. We are always here for you.
Plaster dust, like snow
A flurry of white falling
Upon my table
Not sure why I am writing Haiku about the dust at work, but hey, who really cares?
lol, it works.. i love how you say it's like snow, it makes it look pretty. :)
Thanks Dakosha. It is kind of pretty, but it makes it jolly hard to breathe with that much dust in the air. Oh well, nothing I can do about it at the moment. ;)
Ha ha, inspiration comes from the most unlikely sources. I like it. I can just see you using this as a warcry as you go and furiously beat up the people responsible for suffocating you :P.
Indeed it does, indeed it does.
Travelling through the mists of time
In the forest of the past
There, deep within a darkened glade
To the future lies a path
A morning filled with horror
Sewer stench arising
To mingle with the paint fumes
A cocktail of disgust
Hmmm so... was yesterday a good day, and today a bad day?
lol, i love the first one, but i'm one those ppl that like hope and good stuff like that... and imagery. Beautiful!
The second one.. i love the flow, it just kind of works, and it gives me a sort of.. laughing flow. Does that make any sense? Anyways, i like that one too...
I like them both- short but sweet.
I especially like that the second one is describing something unpleasant- so much poetry is about beauty and loveliness etc that its nice to read something about the mundane (and less pleasant side) of existence.
Do you know how sarcasm
first came into being?
It was English once.
Taken by the Dark Powers...
Tortured and mutilated...
A ruined and terrible form of speech.
And now... Perfected.
Not exactly poetry, but hey. Methinks I have watched LotR one too many times to hold any pretence at normalcy.
I like that Thalia. I could almost believe that it is exactly how sarcasm came to be :)
Thanks guys. I really need to get over this habit of quoting LotR in RL situations, it tends to confuse people. It was bad enough back home, but living in a country where most people know English as their second language means hardly anyone knows what I am going on about. Especially once I start on Hitchhikers as well....
I like the description of sarcasm, first noticed it in your sig, it works brilliantly. :) Your previous poems flow beautifully also, like Kaylan said waaay back your rhyme is amazing. I like also how you can take inspiration from so many things around, not exactly deep-and-meaningful topics but simple everyday things that you transform in your poems so nicely. :D Keep it up.
Apple needs only brainwash the consumer market to cover all the lands in a second darkness...and the world of men will fall...They are close now, so close to achieving their goal.
But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of gamers and die-hards stood against the armies of Apple, in the webs of the internet they fought for the freedom of the computer realm. Do we leave them to their fate? Do we let them stand alone?
*Of course not*
They think we’re weak, a broken people...how wrong they are. We will fight them in the forums until the last thread collapses and the last post is silenced. We will fight them on facebook until the last status is lost...but we will never surrender!
I'm trapped inside this all pervading cloud of dust
Smothered by the plaster embedded in my skin
The world outside a haze of white composed of grime
The desert sands through every crevice pouring in
You're still struggling with that plaster?? I didn't know dust could be so poetic :P. Your topics are so unique - I love reading your stuff :).
I love your writing because it is so worldly. You write about anything and everything - you make people feel what you are talking to, like I can feel the dust on my skin. You are such a wonderful poet!
Thanks so much guys. :) I thought it was a little strange writing poems about dust in the first place, but I feel a little better about it now. Or perhaps we are all strange? I wonder....
The Scent of Green
The snow has gone, a chill wind blows
Yet even it shall pass away
The verdent buds are sprouting now
The sun increasing day by day
The trees, which long were stark and cold
Are clothed again in raiment fair
A thousand birds are twittering
The scent of green is in the air
I love The Scent of Green Thalia. You've really captured the essence of the beginning of spring. Beautiful :D