I wrote this while I still read the Romantics. It was a long time ago but it still is appropriate for Halloween.


Sleeping Halloween
The opened Door of Hell
Hollowed ghostly scene
Amongst haunted fog we dwell

In dreary landscapes of Death
The autumn's skeleton celebration
Brings the atrocious horror breath
To our nightmare's glorification

The day of cruising corpses
To and fro in horrific shade
Smelling abnormal macabre spectres
That fall in silent Darkness and fade

And at the Gate of Hell's closure
All wicked spirits shall return
Through sorrowed and vivid exposure
Into Devil's ardour to burn?

Room

Do not put me on a cold wall
things there being unlogical
living on simple roads
play with grey minds

Amon, Amon, king of lies-
do not be another throphy.


I would stay today

All the reasons why
and for what I live
come and breath last one out of us
on the river's day
if I could jump in the rainbow's shower
Tomorrow would never come
come and hold me still.

Ok fellas

here comes my poetry (lil verse)

the love, it's a purple flower that borns in fool's heart!


hehe

One of my first attempts at poetry(though i might turn it into a song), just something i created in about 10 minutes

I want to run from all this
I didn't bring it on myself
No-one's to blame,
Though perhaps it's easier this way

Divided not by hate in my mind
But a need to escape, I can't really explain
I want to run away on angel wings
Or make these sounds all stop

Neon light and computer screen
Do little to consolate me
So i bleed ink on paper
And these words become little pieces of me

3 hours

3 hours in graveyard
Can make sunshine in afterlife
3 hours of life
Its what I dont need anymore
3 hours in childhood
I cried in hopes of love
3 hours I loved you
Before sad farevall

Mother, Whore, (Slept Whit Me)

Mother, you slept whit me
In my home, in my dreams and my coffin
I know you cryd bloody tears
When you saw me going...
...to eterrnity
I forgot about pain and sorrows from mortal world
You followed me and wend in wrong side of eternity

Whore, you slept whit me
I left you in bloody floor and heroin embarce
I know there's still cild into your eyes
Whit out love and life
Only darkness, roap and death...
...lead you to eternity
Sins of the mother
Can be forgiven
In eternity

Okay, I wrote this in the vibe of boredom that exists in our philosophy class xD
I'm not really good with old English, but I tried.


Oh how I wish that it were long
And not sealed with a reckless mourn
I wish it weren't half as fast
Like summer rain, we thought would last
So delicate of a caress
As if a warm and soothing bath
A paradise was thine embrace
And it still is, I just can't taste.
Our farewell always was as though
I'm gone to war; goodbye was slow
It never ended, filled with care
And mesmer by thine soft ensnare
And fearful feeling, always there
The fragile bond we seemed to share
Devoured by thine deepest eyes
I fed myself delusive lies
But heavy-hearted, now I dwell
Can't seem to break
The strongest spell.

An attempt of a song lyrics for a friend (It was in Italian, so forgive eventual transaltion errors or if it doesn't good)

Shiver of cold,
Shiver of love.
While the snow fell from the sky
And put down faint on the rooves
I understood that was the moment
To do the right move...to conquer what I always desired.
A dog looked for a shelter under the bench
The air was freezing as never before
Oh, how much time i had lost in vain
While you hankered a piece of me
I feel my heart becoming ice
When you tell me that it's too late
"I want to suffer no more"
I think this everytime I repeat
The same painful error
But in my own I know I won't be able to avoid it
"God, listen to my prayer!
I don't want to suffer for love"
And I hear you say: " Life is also pain"
I turn but there's no-one near me on the bench
My cheeks, tear-stained
Are the only witnesses of that whisper brought by the wind.

Anyway I like the poem of the girl above me....Also K7's are interesting

Wow, hello all!

you all write beautifuly..

I remember being a lively writer here years ago, and am heppy to see it is still hanging on.. well maybe by a thread but still.

I am breaking up with my girlfriend after a year, which is hard enough as it is, but trying to explain to her why was much worse.. Well, I hope my lyrics show that rough experience..


Falling Forever


I thought of a way to write this
It was the only way I could
So I closed my eyes in shame of knowing
It wasn't any good

How hard could it be to write a reason?
Why do you want to go?
Just write in blood or ink or water
Because I really have to know

And here it goes
Falling again
Just like there's nothing left within
I'll carry you out
Into the rain, where we first met
And I'll kiss you, and I'll hold you
Until the sun it never sets
That's why I'm leaving
Until any of this makes sense

As my shadow left her standing
In the ball room of our souls
She grabbed my hand from a distance crying
"Please don't let go"

How could've I been the killer
The one to ruin it all
I love you forever my burning angel
So I guess I'll take the fall

And here it goes
Falling again
Just like there's nothing left within
I'll carry you out
Into the rain, where we first met
And I'll kiss you, and I'll hold you
Until the sun it never sets
That's why I'm leaving
Until any of this makes sense

Or am I lying to myself again?

Man, I like the "chorus", really a good job. btw good luck

Thanks dude =)

I'll try to catch up on a little commenting, but I'm sorry I cant go too far back

@ Bad English - 3 Hours - great poem! in a way, some might say it is kind of short, but I think it adds to the point of the poem. 3 hours.. how did you come to that? =] very nicely executed, and it brings such a dark realism.. tasty!

@ Bad English - Mother, Whore - again very nicely executed. You have a unique gift of knowing how to capture the audience and putting them in your shoes. As for the message of the poem, I dont have to understand it, or have been in that position, in order to feel it, and I think you prefer it that way (?).

@ Heritique - no name - very flowing poem. well, I like rhymes =D still it was deep, and made me feel every word vividly. I'm sure that if you would try to lead the reader deeper and deeper into your mind, you would be able to paint a very emotional world with your words.

@ Elio - the translated song - wow, you can realy feel the sense of a world formed by your desire for that woman, how everything becomes bitter and cold. And I bet that if you had won over that woman, the world would be very much different in the song. I would love to here it played in italian heh. good job.

Written by [user id=922] on 14.03.2009 at 01:30

Thanks dude =)

I'll try to catch up on a little commenting, but I'm sorry I cant go too far back

@ Bad English - 3 Hours - great poem! in a way, some might say it is kind of short, but I think it adds to the point of the poem. 3 hours.. how did you come to that? =] very nicely executed, and it brings such a dark realism.. tasty!

@ Bad English - Mother, Whore - again very nicely executed. You have a unique gift of knowing how to capture the audience and putting them in your shoes. As for the message of the poem, I dont have to understand it, or have been in that position, in order to feel it, and I think you prefer it that way (?).

3 secends-its about life if you know you have to love 3 hours, days, 3 years whatever. Just you know how long you have to live, there so many thiks to do ...

Mother, Whore - its bout unvanted child , drugs, more about mother who left her own child in street,beet him up, tourtute etc, alos irony she left child and work like whor and after 20 years child pay her to ahve sex, .... he dont know he's fucking his mother.... sad

Written by [user id=922] on 14.03.2009 at 01:30

@ Elio - the translated song - wow, you can realy feel the sense of a world formed by your desire for that woman, how everything becomes bitter and cold. And I bet that if you had won over that woman, the world would be very much different in the song. I would love to here it played in italian heh. good job.

Just noticed your comment, thanks

Horoscope For Exotic Plants

You might find yourself
wishing to escape
from a greenhouse
with no doors.


A Good Poet

A good poet is recognized
for his ability to steal.
A bad poet can be
recognized
from the amount of times
he's been robbed.


A Painted You

You drew my feet
Nailed to the floor
You drew my arms
Tied to the wall
And my head pressed against the ceiling

You drew my face
Without the eyes
So I couldn't see
My mouth was shut
And you were pleased

But the more you draw
The less you see
Everything besides me
Until finally you're blind
And then you'll learn to see

All you've painted is a lie
And you're not the artist here
Look the artist from the other side
See, I'm not the one who's yours
It's you who is mine

And I didn't give you anything
That wasn't meant for me
Now you're left between
The invisible reality
And imaginary me


(I'm not really proud of that last one. I first wrote it while being drunk (often a mistake) and I've been trying to make something out of it for some time now (also often a mistake), but I can't seem to make it right.)

Locked inside is a caged beast
Drop your guard and watch it's rage unleashed
Rip you limb by limb,piece by piece
Comitting sin by sin this monster feasts
Call the police,call your priests
As this beast clears the streets
Tear and rip though one and all
Good and bad,small and tall
It's a blood soaked free for all

People Never Read the Signs
(Drinking 50 dollar wine straight from the bottle.)

I found the truth
that you've been after
for the last 6000 years

past your fields
your diamond mines
your offices
and expensive wine

I got rich
without a dime
when I saw past
your apocalypse

and now at last
for what it's worth
just look back and see

a child to whom
you all gave birth
but forgot to feed

the tower fell
she made of bricks
of ivory you didn't need

and now at last
for what it's worth
just look back and see

(The bottle had a sign:
?If you look back, you'll become a pillar of salt again."
Everyone did it and so did I.)

Something I just came up with real quick out of boredom

A black metal poem:

Within the Carpathian Forest
Upon the highest mountain,
There sits a great palace
In its pentagram form and malice.

Within those darkened walls
And through the ancient halls,
You'll come upon a stone
Upon which lies the Darkthrone.

Many years it's been since wrought
The reason why many battles were fought,
The light has vanished from the land
And in its scorn has left no man.

Thick the storm of arrows flew,
Loud was the din, black was the view
Of close array of shield and spear
Of Vind, and Frank, and Saxon there.
But little recked our gallant men;
And loud the cry might be heard then
Of Norway's brave sea-roving son
'On 'gainst the foe! On! Lead us on!'

I Lie

I lie, I lie, I lie.
I lie even when I'm telling the truth, I lie,
I lie, I lie, I lie.
I lie 'till I forget that I lie and lie some more and then I lie,
I lie, I lie, I lie.
I lie with an honest face. I lie, my intentions are sincere - I lie,
I lie, I lie, I lie.

Someone sees
from far away,
rain falls into
the ocean.

(Souls become fish.)

Becoming

I opened my eyes, and thus I became.
Without any knowledge of how or why;
So when I first glimpsed at the profane,
I dropped to my knees and to heaven cried.
I searched for the answer to my question
But not a single soul was willing to aid,
Instead, they were all in my objection,
Pointing and laughing at my endless pain.
I questioned the Creator Himself
"Why am I here? --To contemplate vanity?
If I'm a mere reflection of yourself
Then you are, just like myself, empty."
I drink from this glass still not quite knowing
The essence of my painful becoming.


my attempt/fail at a sonnet, it has a lot of slant rhymes =B

Decepted Hope

Searching the truth in the
world of lie and misery

Searching the faith and believing in your god
...it seems like hopeless dream for a better life

Standing alone beyond the unforgivness rain,
dropping slowly on your tired face

Hopes fading so quickly away,
all that remains are just bitter memories
lost somewhere in the dark corner of mind

Listening the silence above all,
shallow brightness in your eyes
burden of life becomes to big
everything is meaningless

Torn soul, frezzing in coldness
Constant pain inside the head
Noise from everywhere
Freedom so far away
Trying to outcast all dark thoughts...


Just trying to write something ...

I haven't written much lately but here it goes:

give and take

i give and take the minds
of those who dare
to think outside of heaven.

i give new bones
new skulls
new gestures
of peace

i take old mirages
old sacrifices
old manifestations
of hate.

i give and take.

Written by BloodTears on 06.05.2009 at 13:22


give and take

i give and take the minds
of those who dare
to think outside of heaven.

i give new bones
new skulls
new gestures
of peace

i take old mirages
old sacrifices
old manifestations
of hate.

i give and take.

Werry simple but werry good and interesting poem, havnbt read your works since ages

Written by Bad English on 08.05.2009 at 19:35

Written by BloodTears on 06.05.2009 at 13:22


give and take

i give and take the minds
of those who dare
to think outside of heaven.

i give new bones
new skulls
new gestures
of peace

i take old mirages
old sacrifices
old manifestations
of hate.

i give and take.

Werry simple but werry good and interesting poem, havnbt read your works since ages

Thank you sakis. I read your poems whenever I can. And I haven't been posting here lately.

Written by BloodTears on 08.05.2009 at 19:41

Thank you sakis. I read your poems whenever I can. And I haven't been posting here lately.

I havnt write anything lately because maybe its soring

I got inspired by Poe´s "The Rave" and I had to do "my version" of it. Maybe a song some day...

Nevermore

One midnight just as any other
came the tapping
came the rapping
at my chamber door.

When I opened that door
darkness I met
darkness I fed
wondering I ended my peering.

In my chamber I heard rapping
louder than ever before
I was sure it was just tapping
at my window lattice.

Raven flew in
and perched upon Pallas
and just sat above my chamber door
and nothing more.

And the Raven uttered:
”Nevermore”

No living human wasn´t blessed
with seeing this bird
with seeing this beast
that sat above my chamber door.

”What it utters is its only stock”,
I muttered,
”caught from some unhappy master”,
I uttered.

Its burden so melancholy
must it ease
with this grim chant:
nevermore.

Quoth the Raven:
"Nevermore."

”Prophet!
Thing of evil
porphet still,
if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us
by that God we both adore
tell this soul with sorrow laden if,
within the distant Aidenn,

it shall clasp a sainted maiden
whom the angels name Lenore
clasp a rare and radiant maiden
whom the angels name Lerone.”

Quoth the Raven:
”Nevermore.”

Still this Raven sits
above my chamber door,
and my soul on the floor
shall be lifted...

nevermore!


I hope you like it. I would love to hear some comment... for I am a beginner in poetry/lyrics.

Written by Peuranpuolikas on 21.05.2009 at 11:02

I hope you like it. I would love to hear some comment... for I am a beginner in poetry/lyrics.

Craving for feedback and comments is poetry cancer, believe me, I suffer from that same disease. Nobody but you knows the true value of your poems. Don't be afraid to write poorly. (That's the advice I'm giving to myself usually. It sounds good .. doesn't work though.)

Written by therest on 31.05.2009 at 00:52

Craving for feedback and comments is poetry cancer, believe me, I suffer from that same disease. Nobody but you knows the true value of your poems. Don't be afraid to write poorly. (That's the advice I'm giving to myself usually. It sounds good .. doesn't work though.)

though it is true that one may be the only one to understand the poem that one itself writes, still feedback on it can be very valuable. not in terms of meaning, but in terms of the words you choose to use, or the order of some stuff. for me, poetry is writing for ourselves, but it's still very useful to receive feedback on them. i have, and it has helped me.

First time poster in the art forums

Here's a short poem I came up with:


God spoke thus
"See divinity in a big G.
Don't touch the fruit of the tree.
You must stay a child for me.
Destiny, only I can create,
And to serve humbly is your fate.
So hide the face of your hate,
And know: your life is a test
Of how you come to rest.
Still, without a sound is best,
For truly, the peaceful are blessed."

"No," spoke I,

"For truly, the warriors are blessed.
Furious, with a scream is best,
And the peaceful do naught but rest.
To overcome your afterlife is my test.
Your hiding face I hate,
So forever will I fight fate.
My own destiny will I create.
I'll be the man I want to be,
And eat the fruit of the tree.
See divinity in a big P."
Passion spoke thus

I havnt written any poems since february, no isnpiration, since last fiew days its rainy I wrote this, dunno, sounds cheep

Once

I have a friend once , in dreams she was real
I have a life once, it ends 24 winters ago
I have a love once, as I shared , it withered
I have e once, in pitctures what I still have it

I have a soul once, I didnt sold it
I have a ''smoke'' once, inside I quit
I have a girl once, made from from doomed sand
I have a life once, like all it ends