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[NamiTheKat]

 Welcome TO Poets & Writer's Cafe 

 I do enjoy good poetry / stories, even though I am not a writer! Post your favourite poetry, stories, haiku, or your own. Share your work with the community. Some one once said "Imagery is perfect doorway into their appreciation".

 Don't be shy, let your talent's blossom.

 

Ok enough talks, I posting one of my favourite Poem... 

 

 

I love the 7th line...

 

"One shade the more, one ray the less"

Lord Byron has beautifully reflected the balance in a women's beauty(Physical,Spiritual,Intellectual), instead of eroticism! This poem is handled in a delicate way.. I overall enjoy reading this poem often....

 

 

[NamiTheKat]

Still in classics, if you guys know modern Haiku or Senryu do share :)

 

 

 

[Scias]

I have a book somewhere of Serj Tankien's poetry. This is one of my favourites from the book, when I read it it was incredible, probably shook me more than the video.

 

 

 

 

And this:

 

I don't want to Shower

I don't want to shower,
I don't want to erase the sweat
That I have persevered for,
don't want to participate in your
Inflated ideals of cleanliness,
Brought to you
By the corporations' profit,
Through advertising, i.e. entertainment,
Willing your souls to scrub away,
All heathen thoughts and actions,
So we can cooperate,
So you can coerce,
And create co-ed zombies of the 21st century.
No thanks, man.
I'll just kick it and deal with my smell
Instead of yours.

Edited by Scias, 20 November 2014 - 01:46 AM.

[NamiTheKat]

@Scias

Misunderstood Rose- I liked this poem :)

 

"Sadness left us the residue of uncompromising love" - A perspicacious way to put what a relationship lacked...

Sweet pedals of a misunderstood rose?

mhm may be artist wants us - To relate his/her imagination/ experience!!

 

 

I stumbled upon this poem few days ago, its is written by young writer Alicia(lav)

 

[NamiTheKat]

A beautiful poem about life, death , funeral &  resurrection....

 

Wake

-Molly Minturn

 

Open your bedroom window in the heart of winter.

Wrap the wool blanket around you, the one

your brother once used to pin you beneath

 

for hours, held down by the chesterfield

and an ottoman. You resisted until

you were underwater, your eyes and lungs

 

filled with light, and you went to sleep

on the carpet. When you stopped struggling

you were left alone. Alone now, let the night

 

air in. The snap of it in your lungs like croup,

your mother rocking you in the bathroom, the tub

filled with steaming water, how she sang your name

 

again and again as if to call you back. Listen now

to the buzzing of electric wires outside

your window, the constant murmur, the way

 

you imagine the world must work—the secrets

people keep and then tell. It must be like waking

to a room full of yellow roses, knowing those truths.

 

Bouquet after bouquet from friends—they did not

forget you after all. Like waking to her humming

in a steaming room, life coming back to your lungs.

Edited by NamiTheKat, 23 November 2014 - 07:57 AM.

[NamiTheKat]

@Milady

Don't worry about English, just keep writing and practising... Eventually you will surpass :) Have you tried Haiku Or Senryu (short poems) ??. 

 

Here is an interesting fact about J.R.R.Tolkien, in-case some of you don't know :p

 

HE WAS QUITE THE ROMANTIC (AND HE'S GOT THE NERDY GRAVESTONE TO PROVE IT)

At age 16, Tolkien fell in love with Edith Bratt, three years his senior. His guardian, a Catholic priest, was horrified that his ward was seeing a Protestant and ordered the boy to have no contact with Edith until he turned 21. Tolkien obeyed, pining after Edith for years until that fateful birthday, when he met with her under a railroad viaduct. She broke off her engagement to another man, converted to Catholicism, and the two were married for the rest of their lives. At Tolkien's instructions, their shared gravestone has the names "Beren" and "Luthien" engraved on it, a reference to a famous pair of star-crossed lovers from the fictional world he created.

 

 

 

 

Pi,Numbers,Love? Try to connect the dots, this is an interesting poem... Read along and enjoy 

 

Calculations: A Love Poem

-Gary Fincke

 

The billionth digit of pi is 9, 

The last month without a full moon, 

February, 1865— 

This morning I am making a list 

Of the last lines of parables 

About the work of numbers, about 

Calculations, marking the speed 

With which blood travels, as if three feet 

Per second were like the blessings 

On the late workers in a vineyard 

Or a son just home from living with swine.

 

Someone continues the division 

That computes the decimals of pi—

He is telling a story, numerals 

Spilling out toward infinity, 

The counting a language, a life 

Beyond this one, as difficult 

To believe as the number of hours 

We've slept together, darkness returning 

And vanishing, the moments, nightly, 

Between your breaths, the hesitations 

In your deep sleep; my own held breath, 

Listening, and then, temporarily 

Relieved, turning toward the window, 

Reciting the autonomic lesson 

Of your lungs that swell and shrink 

At last, in rhythm, their vital 

Capacity, in liters, 3.1.

Edited by NamiTheKat, 28 November 2014 - 08:59 AM.

[Krabs]

A krab's life
-krabs

I eat
I sleep
I play
I flirt
Repeat

[Innomite]

Kanal, bring your fanfiction back pls.

[Scias]

Tried hitting Kyrie up on skype yet? Just in case there's a vRO forums backup ufuf

[NamiTheKat]

This poem was written by an African child and nominated by UN as the Best Poem Of 2006.

 

And you calling me colored??

 

When I born, I black.

When I grow up, I black.

When I go in sun, I black.

When I scared, I black.

When I sick, I black.

And when I die, I still black.

 

And you white people.

When you born, you pink.

When you grow up, you white.

When you go in sun, you red.

When you cold, you blue.

When you scared, you yellow.

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you grey…

And you calling me colored??

 

Masks

She had blue skin.

And so did he.

He kept it hid

And so did she.

They searched for blue

Their whole life through,

Then passed right by –

And never knew.

 

- Shel Silverstein

 

 

[Innomite]

Tried hitting Kyrie up on skype yet? Just in case there's a vRO forums backup ufuf

 

I think she deleted me from Skype lolol

 

@edit: Oh wait, she didn't rofl

Edited by Innomite, 02 December 2014 - 07:23 AM.

[Scias]

Pffft, you of all people should be familiar with peoples "borders" >.<

[NamiTheKat]

This time i am posting 2 poems, one a Xmas and other a love poem. I enjoyed reading both, hope you do too. Have Merry Xmas 

 

Candlelit Heart

-by Mary E. Linton

 

Somewhere across the winter world tonight

You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;

Christmas extends its all-enfolding light

Across the distance...something we can share.

 

You will be singing, just the same as I,

These familiar songs we know so well,

And you will see these same stars in your sky

And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

 

I shall remember you and trim my tree,

One shining star upon the topmost bough;

I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see --

Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.

 

And all the time that we must be apart

I keep a candle in my heart.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

“I Love You, Do You Love Me?”

-Unknown

 

The moment I think about you

I go to the another world

A world where you love me too

And where I can never be hurt

The truth is I don’t know what to say

My mind goes completely blank

I have never in my life lost my way

But my heart with your love simply sank

If letting go was a choice

Then I definitely would

But I can’t control the strong voice

That’s telling me I never should

I have no clue

On how I should let you go

What is it that you do?

That’s making me love you so…

Maybe loving you isn’t a mistake

Maybe I can close my eyes and smile

Maybe in your presence my heart wouldn’t break

Maybe I can just dream for a while…

I sometimes wonder if you feel the same

I wonder if you think of me

I sometimes wonder if you silently call my name

I wonder if you’ll ever see…

In the beginning I thought it was fake

I didn’t think I’d go this far

I thought it was just a mistake

Now I can’t stop wondering where you are

The question is do you care?

Do you even know?

Will you always be there?

Will you ever let me go?

If for any reason I cried

Would you take all the pain away?

If for any reason you lied

Would I still want you to stay?

My love for you is way too strong

For me to simply forget

Some people might think it’s wrong

But your love is the one thing I shan’t regret.

 

This is very very sweet poem, i loved it so much first time i read it.... 

 

[Psor]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm the best sorc
Everyone - fuck you

[Syncope]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm the worst socialist sorc
Everyone - fuck me

[Psor]

You are just mad
Cuz your rhymes are bad

[Sky]

Scias & Pasta

Pasta is yummy
Scias once thought
They agreed with his tummy
They were wonderful hot!

[Innomite]

Scias & Pasta

 

Scias is Yommy

Pasta once thought

They agreed with his Pepper

and then everyone shut the fuck off

[Sky]

Pasta and Noodles

Pasta and noodles
Scias couldn't choose

Scias wanted faster food
For that was his mood
He decided noodles lose

Pasta and Noodles.

[Gionelles]