My Poetry!!!!

[Im Still Ill]

I decided last night that i would start sharing some of my poetry with the rest of the world! It's alot easier sharing it with random people (no offence). I realised that if other people didn't read it then in a strange kind of way it didn't really exist!

I'd like to warn you now that i wrote this when i was in a dark(er) place;

I expect you all to hate it but here goes;

Life, oh what is life?
Nothing more than trouble and strife
The world is full of disgusting disease
The human race being the worst of these
People are cruel, selfish and unkind
I'm ashamed to be a part of mankind
If there is a God, he'd take me from here
I guess i'll just settle for another beer
Oh how close i am to the brink
I guess i'll just settle for another drink
The most complex thing is the human brain
Capable of delivering so much pain
Stealing food from my garden, a revolting white dove
Is any living thing really capable of love?
Where did it all go wrong?
When did life ever go right?
I'm so drained from lifes pointless fight!

I know it's a bit rough around the edges but i'd really appreciate any feedback...

Mark

 

[Robert Neville]

would you like to start a joint poetry thread?

 

[Im Still Ill]

would you like to start a joint poetry thread?

Feel free to post some of your lines...

 

[Robert Neville]

Feel free to post some of your lines...

we could start a poetry thread where we both post a poem a day It would be good, trust me!

 

[Amy]

This is a song, not a poem and I don't want to be bollocked for trolling the thread, but it's a Paul Simon one that really reads like poetry and that I often prefer to read rather than listen to the song itself.

The Dangling Conversation

Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
Youre a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

 

[Im Still Ill]

This is a song, not a poem and I don't want to be bollocked for trolling the thread, but it's a Paul Simon one that really reads like poetry and that I often prefer to read rather than listen to the song itself.

The Dangling Conversation

Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
Youre a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

Er... thanks but this thread is dedicated to my poetry. Not some songs that you prefer to read than listen to!

 

[Robert Neville]

Er... thanks but this thread is dedicated to my poetry. Not some songs that you prefer to read than listen to!

oooh get you

 

[virtually dead]

I quite like your poem

do all your poems rhyme? i find it hard to rhyme when i have..words in my head hat i need to write down. Does it come naturally to you this way?

ps: I thought that comment no6 was a bit rude, i thought poets appreaciated poetry?

 

[Robert Neville]

I quite like your poem

do all your poems rhyme? i find it hard to rhyme when i have..words in my head hat i need to write down. Does it come naturally to you this way?

ps: I thought that comment no6 was a bit rude, i thought poets appreaciated poetry?

I use the internet

 

[Im Still Ill]

I quite like your poem

do all your poems rhyme? i find it hard to rhyme when i have..words in my head hat i need to write down. Does it come naturally to you this way?

ps: I thought that comment no6 was a bit rude, i thought poets appreaciated poetry?

When i'm depressed, words flow freely from my tongue, i'm actually annoyed when i don't have a pen and paper to record them.
They rarely ryhme but you could mix them around to i suppose!

I know i can be bitter and horrible at times but to be honest i'm past the stage of worrying about others' feelings!

Maybe that's why i'm despised but who cares?

Not i!

 

[virtually dead]

can you write when you're happy or at best...indifferent?
probably is why, but i doubt you're despised

 

[vicarinatutugal]

I decided last night that i would start sharing some of my poetry with the rest of the world! It's alot easier sharing it with random people (no offence). I realised that if other people didn't read it then in a strange kind of way it didn't really exist!

I'd like to warn you now that i wrote this when i was in a dark(er) place;

I expect you all to hate it but here goes;

Life, oh what is life?
Nothing more than trouble and strife
The world is full of disgusting disease
The human race being the worst of these
People are cruel, selfish and unkind
I'm ashamed to be a part of mankind
If there is a God, he'd take me from here
I guess i'll just settle for another beer
Oh how close i am to the brink
I guess i'll just settle for another drink
The most complex thing is the human brain
Capable of delivering so much pain
Stealing food from my garden, a revolting white dove
Is any living thing really capable of love?
Where did it all go wrong?
When did life ever go right?
I'm so drained from lifes pointless fight!

I know it's a bit rough around the edges but i'd really appreciate any feedback...

Mark

Well, I have never composed poetry, so I think well done to anyone who can get their thoughts out in this fashion.
I think it is a sad piece that seems to reflect your painfull feelings well.

 

[Robert Neville]

Rocks Lane

A bus past rocks lane
Tells me I will never be the same
Again.
I wasted Friday night, where everyone got wasted
This isn’t what I wanted to become
Although this may be alright for some
I will never be the same again

My bus was delayed
Typical London, rocks lane
Signals impending doom
The bus zooms round the corner, I’m still wasted
My eyes are red, my head is sore
My lips are bitten, and my hair is torn
I will never be the same again

Group drinking may be ok
Drinking alone, is a cry for help
Rocks lane is the reminder
Of what I was
And what I’ve become

I don’t want to go back to you
I don’t want to do the things you do
I fell down the stairs
Into your arms
As I check the football scores on my phone
I realise I don’t want to go home.!

 

[Amy]

I know i can be bitter and horrible at times but to be honest i'm past the stage of worrying about others' feelings!

Maybe that's why i'm despised but who cares?

Not i!

All I can say is: if you don't respect the feeling of others, how can you possibly expect them to care about yours?

 

[virtually dead]

That's very good, Robert Neville

 

[Amy]

Er... thanks but this thread is dedicated to my poetry. Not some songs that you prefer to read than listen to!

Sorry, oh mighty Thread-King!

 

[Robert Neville]

That's very good, Robert Neville

thank youuuuuuuu, I can still see nodding heads!

 

[Amy]

Thigh-deep in sedge and marigolds, a neighbour laid his shadow on the stream...

 

[Im Still Ill]

All I can say is: if you don't respect the feeling of others, how can you possibly expect them to care about yours?

I don't care about anyone else's feelings.

I suppose this stems from a lifetime of not being cared about by anyone else!

To be honest with you i think i'd prefer it if everyone said they hated the poem!

 

[Amy]

I don't care about anyone else's feelings.

I suppose this stems from a lifetime of not being cared about by anyone else!

To be honest with you i think i'd prefer it if everyone said they hated the poem!

That's very, very upsetting.

But you are human and you need to be loved, just like everybody else does, remember? Greet the world with open arms