ChibiV Posted May 7, 2003 Share Posted May 7, 2003 There's a lot of depression poems here. I wonder if we can try this. Once a poem was posted up by someone, other can reply to it with another poem (the poem must be related to the original), you know like the stuff in RPG. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted May 9, 2003 Share Posted May 9, 2003 Okay! Sounds like fun. Here's mine then... I call this one wind... I looked outside my window, Thinking and stareing, I listen to the soft wind blow. The sound shived though my blood, It chilled my speical bones, Is wish I could fly like it I wish I could. I was like my friend, My speical friend, I loved the time That I would spend. The person I should be, Is the mighty wind blowing, If only you could notice, if only you could see. I stood listeing to the wind blow How I love to be free, I would like that if only I wasn't so slow. I would love to be the wind, But that's just a dream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shinkoru Posted May 9, 2003 Share Posted May 9, 2003 (my favroite topic, the wind :)) Look in to my eyes and you will see, They way I wish, wish I could be, Soaring high above the clouds, Like a bird without a doubt, To ride the wind so wild and free, To be with the wind is where I wish to be, To as a bird, one with the sky, To be as a cloud floating up high, The wind the clouds the birds you see, Ts way up high where I wish I could be. ~~D.Blume Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sara Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]I used to hear the voices say Just think a happy thought-- A touch of magic, you'll be flying-- I never asked them what. [i]Fly straight on till morning Until you reach the place Where mermaids still laugh And pirates still sail And heartbeat adventure reigns[/i] I never asked them what they meant-- Of course a child can't fly And mermaids, sweet but long ago-- And pirates seemed so scary Who knows the reason why it is That reason never knows The freedom of adventure-- Imagination grows. You know, it's impossible For us to leave behind The cares and worries we now know --We're too old to pretend. Too old, too smart, and now too late To laugh and love and fly But children's hearts still understand [i]What's real is not what's true.[/i] Fly!--any happy little thought-- In skies of brilliant blue I never asked them what they meant-- I guess I always knew.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]What's real-- What's true Sail It'll touch you What's true-- What's real Laugh It'll feel There's this feeling I get When I look to the south There's this moan and wail So quiet and pronounced There's this feeling I get When I look to the south There's this sigh and exhale And it has whispers that're soon As I point out what's true As I point out the land My eyes cold and sand There's this touch I've never had My head's humming--it won't go-- Because I don't know Elated and dead I can hear it call A touch--a tap-- A small, a slap I can't go back[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sara Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1][b]Can't go back--[/b] [i]You can?t beat the phone company You can?t make a waiter see you until he is ready to see you-- And you can?t go home again.[/i] I walk down the sidewalk Cracked, and sprouting dandelions The way it was last year And the year before--and ten years-- I walk down the sidewalk And pass the meeting of Elm Street and Maple Grove-- There was only ever one tree there And they cut it down the year before I left I walk down the sidewalk And find myself at the corner Where I spent one hundred hours of my life Waiting for the school bus. I pause for a moment, unmoving As I gaze down the sidewalk That left scars on my knees and elbows-- a hundred yards further-- I turn, and walk on. [/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1] I turn And walk on Perhaps for life But death's touch is long As your life blinks on You take your palm As the trees rustle on You take your palm This bus is yellow It's engine's sure I can hear it roll As the tress rustle on You take your palm There's something Side-long-- You take your palm-- Something's gone Death's grasp is long It touches--touches sure And on But I turn And walk on[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sara Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1][b]Something's gone[/b] She can't remember what she's missing But there's an emptiness inside And she's positively certain Memories are trying to hide. It's been a week since yesterday She's not sure just how long She's been wiping her own tears away While crying to your song And she's forgotten all her 'membering But she thinks it used to hurt The pain's not there; she's trembling--[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]The pain's not there; she's trembling-- When I ask her before She says she's holding it out Rolling and it's all about I saw the pain beneath the stairs I couldn't hear--for it impairs-- There's a wail like a tongue It's drawled and under-fair And in the morning There was nothing left Just a dream that's leapt This wail's like a tongue It's taste and it's lung It's spleen and it's touch And believe me There was nothing left When you wish upon When you cry down inside Sometimes it's like you've died All I can say--all I can sigh Are you beneath the stairs Perhaps--perhaps it's just there[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sara Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1][i]Star light, star bright... First star I see tonight... I wish I may... I wish I might... Have the wish I wish tonight...[/i] The little girl kneels on her bed Beneath the window, looking out Across the housetops Of suburbia, and wishing... For a pony, for a dollar, for a brand new baby brother For a pair of roller skates (sugarplums dance figure-eights) For a yellow box of crayons, for a trip to Disneyland For a necklace, for a ring, for a talking doll that sings Or a frosty ice cream cone, dresses, makeup, a room of her own-- The evening's prayer is at an end... Always wishing for a friend.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1] Fire stars are hearts And figures are ribbons They cut and they see String and lace and being Hearts are lava As they kneel on the bed This is her--her prayer--her said String and lace and being For a yellow box of crayons Is a sun and sand This window hides a spider Black willow for the night You might wish You might to-night For this fire star Is here and bright[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Asphyxia Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]Bright -- like the sun Her face shines with hope Tomorrow is another day And all it promises is... The wind whispers And holds itself true Locked in the powerful Thrust of tradition. She stares at the tree And mouths the words Eye pleading with no one For the hope she recieves.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]Laying everyone low Stepping out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, These promises we hold." Laying everyone low With this tree's shade Mouths and words Leaves are beautiful--fain-- He steps out of the shade Says something like, "It's going to rain, babe, Let's never let it fade." She stares at the tree-- This beautiful, this fain thing The leaves are falling like string But she stares at the tree Says the words Mouths what's heard He smiles Branches and brown lines This bark and old nectar-wine Letting out a long heard sigh His leaves wither And die[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Asphyxia Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]Echoing sighs She weeps for her loss Eyes downcast and sad But she's learnt a good lesson Her innocence calls Beckoning mutely For protection For prevention Safety first Impulsiveness final She grows with sorrow And learns to smile.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1] Seeking words of wisdom She cringes and smiles Death and desire It's entire For what design This smile lies She lays it down And cringes her smile It's heartless and sure Like a dark side of leaves It hits and stings Like a scorpion and leaves This poison hits her face Makes the stretch and place She's learned to smile An ugly taste Certainly affable and placed Like her skull's displace And the tears begin to race[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Asphyxia Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1]Drip after drip Acid tears roll down Burning their path Through her body Through her mind Through the looking glass Just like Alice she stares Eyes wide, lips parted And sees what she's become A shadow of a smile The ghost of hope And all she can see Is her big blue eyes Downing in pools Begging for her reality Begging to be let out To return To the other side Of the looking glass.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 [size=1] I look through this glass It's clear and passed Taking my hand I feel a puddle And stand Saying don't be afraid I looked back And waved good-bye Looked into the glass And came to stand This glass's opaque I take the puddle Feel its taste Saying don't be afraid-- 'Cause some say it's soon To her--to him This glass is opaque Let go And taste[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klinanime1 Posted May 15, 2003 Share Posted May 15, 2003 My feet are drenched, the puddle deep, Oh God, I fear The dreaded sleep. The dark light, The short eternity, The wind that pulls My soul's journey It hurts, the pain The twisting grasp Of death, of life, Of this meaningless task. The tunnel is long, It will not end The light is gone No more hope to send Death is waiting My soul is pulled, Apart, I fear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted May 15, 2003 Share Posted May 15, 2003 Souls... I live for my soul, It lives for me, Walking though me, Walking the endless strolle. The soul lives on in me, After death, It lives forever, Soon each for you to see. If your heart is fine, Your soul is strong, The light of your soul, Will begain to shine. In me the soul, Keeps moving on, Pushing though my body, Walking passed our heartless holes. Theres a soul in me, There a soul in you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klinanime1 Posted May 16, 2003 Share Posted May 16, 2003 To fall in a deep,dark pit, A hole with no way out. This is what I fear. Tricks and wit abandon me. This is what I know will happen. Perhaps, not to me. I fear it will consume the world. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shy Posted May 16, 2003 Share Posted May 16, 2003 [size=1]We can't lose the world until we lose ourselves. And if we lose ourselves, then what difference does it make? To consume is to live. To consume is to destroy. Life and death. Nothing can be created until something else is lost. What did we lose for my existance? What will we gain from my loss? -Shy[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 17, 2003 Share Posted May 17, 2003 [size=1][font=gothic][color=gray]Achilles took his last stand The green the sand For the heavens and the Earth This quiet place this floating city Of the heavens and the Earth There was a silent moment when they told us so I turned to you smiling, my face quiet. "How can we say no?" These arms these feet these bones Those who claim they know But the devil's in his hole To the south and to the east The pieces on the ground And to sail away To laugh so loud To die and never be found The sweet refrain Wondering and wondering One place to rest my head The heavens from the Earth For the mighty arms of Achilles' hands For the mighty death of this land I'm going to rain For the mighty death of this land For the mighty arms of Achilles' hands For the heavens of the Earth The ethereal and beatific hurt I'm gonna rain Achilles took his last stand His arms his hands This green Earth this land For us for me For you for thee Achilles took his last stand It's going to rain Going to rain Like stars and love Gonna rain As I turned to you you turned to me All we said and all that's done Gonna rain When the mighty arms of Achilles hold Of the heavens and the Earth This city flying in twilight's birth Achilles' last stand What fun can be had Live those dreams The ones we've always had And as you turn to me and touch me so All I can say is, "How can we say no?"[/size][/font][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sara Posted May 21, 2003 Share Posted May 21, 2003 [size=1]Cassie smiles as the combs her hair Watches her reflection in the mirror there It's early morning, getting ready for school Just a few more minutes, she'll be out the door And ready to climb up the school's front steps Cassie sings as she walks past the school crest She gets back her math test--she's among the best But things aren't always as clear as they seem Even crystal waters may be murky beneath It's been a long week, and she's ready to rest "I want it to be over," she says to her friend. The girl laughs and smiles. "It's almost the end. Just a few more weeks, and we'll be off free-- It's already May, and summer's nearly here." Summer, the promise that's so far away. Her smile fades as the day goes by She's so very tired, and speaks with a sigh But the faces and voices of the school don't see The tired little girl in the midst of them Walking a little bit slower, and wondering why. She speaks to her teacher, "I'm so very tired." The teacher smiles. "Sleep a little bit longer." That's not what she meant...the whole world seems a mess But you can't force people to understand Richard Cory words flicker through her head. Cassie the poet, the muse, and the prophet Unlucky in love, and nearly forgotten Somehow unheard when she asks for advice Somehow unnoticed in the bustle and noise She shakes her head sadly--doesn't anyone care? But no one seems to listen to the girl standing there. Late afternoon sunshine burns bright on the walls It'll be there again when school starts in the fall But one girl's been saying all week that she won't Spirit broken and tired, she's ready to stop. Cassie the poet, the muse, and the prophet Spoke visions of future, somehow forgotten-- Pleaded for help, in her own quiet way Prophesied endings each long warm spring day Some time now past, spirit threatened to leave her-- Cassie spoke--her heart broke--but no one believed her. [/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted May 23, 2003 Share Posted May 23, 2003 [size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray]It is quite funny To say as they will That her heart broke As the sun rose in the east Her shoulder was under her wrist The bones pushing constant on her never remember to exist And as she spoke they all turned in hushed lisp Skully's mind just couldn't forget And she asked him with a voice that hurt even Ms. Velmer To think it hurt even Ms. Velmer is harder as it is Because she was a nice lady--one that was always reserved You will hear Skully's mind redress For Skully's mind just couldn't forget "Why did you do it?" was all that Skully said It spun around the room on wings and angels that were dead The entire room was quiet almost forever until he said The only words that would come to his mind "Because I loved you," was what Calvin said No one even knew what this was all about Not anyone but Skully and Calvin as they stood and shout Skully was now in tears that wouldn't shout But these tears were more powerful than anything Ms. Velmer tried to calm her as she put her arm around Skully And told her it was going to be all right That she didn't need to argue in this classroom This night Skully spoke but her voice wouldn't come All that came was a long sigh and a dead hum So she sat down because she knew that this wasn't the place To cry and talk about what had happened and been done It is quite funny As she lie in bed When she was dreaming this all over again In her head It is quite funny To say as they will That her heart broke As the sun rose in the east[/color][/size][/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shy Posted May 24, 2003 Share Posted May 24, 2003 [size=1]It doesn't matter what they say Opinions change and move and sway It doesn't matter what they do But when it matters most to you The sun will rise as it does set So you will never have to fret These things can happen, things can change Another day is not the end But only the beginning -Shy[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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