Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community  

Go Back   Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community > Creativity > Tilted Literature


 
 
LinkBack Thread Tools
Old 08-21-2003, 09:35 AM   #1 (permalink)
Banned
 
Location: Where I live? What you say!
Poetic Contributions of a n00b.

Someone told me to post some poetry here, so here's some of my crap...

The Idol Word

Sophistry and wending words;
a hollow coil's wire,
to sculpt and shape a metal place,
in place of a true fire.

Let not my heart be so entwined
with words of fallen earth,
that I might lose that which I find,
in your world of true worth.

The spin of word, the clash of tone,
the sprinkling of the writ full grown,
these are but spice upon your bread,
and but a mint upon your breath,

Is not meaning more than beat,
and feeling more than tune?
Cannot we shake from our feet
the dust, and leave this room,

The dwelling of the human muse,
the home of poesy's idol,
this temple that our minds have wrought,
of that which you divided.

Though speech does link, and bind our minds,
still must our souls seek You,
for life in word too, as mankind,
has staggered from the truth.

All the spirit it retains is but to taunt,
to tempt and call
our minds back to that place that haunts
those who shall endless fall.

So let us seek, in love not word,
to see the face above,
presenting him a speech unheard,
an offering of love.



Laaaa.. what else... ah, this one.

Cage

Passing sands in pinch of now,
I see not here the why nor how,
that fashioned forth this land of truth,
from false and wounded heart aloof.

But is it heart or truth that errs,
in musing and in deed,
from holding that which binds it sure,
that which all truly need?

Thus turn the twisting spin of twine,
the cycle of the errant mind,
not content with self-wrought cage,
but stirring, pacing in placid rage.

Within these bars the heart does see,
the stars of hope spin gently,
and counts each as it cross that line,
at which it passes from our time.

Once again the stars do fade,
to silken black from which they made
the azure light that touched the hearts,
of those who would not reach their marks,

Nor learn from them the promise deep,
but turn instead, and scornful, weep
over the cage that hols them tight,
over the bars they formed with might.


Enough for now... Specially since my copy/paste function is broken...

Last edited by Ierre Il; 08-21-2003 at 09:50 AM..
Ierre Il is offline  
Old 08-21-2003, 09:44 AM   #2 (permalink)
Crazy
 
Location: Hong Kong.
I actually quite like your use of slant rhyme, in several places.

All in all, DEFINITELY not bad
Jaron is offline  
Old 08-21-2003, 10:37 AM   #3 (permalink)
Banned
 
Location: Where I live? What you say!
Thanks for reading =P
Here's some more, since I had such a polite reader and so little to do at 2 in the morning when caffeine seems to keep me going far longer than it's usual lifetime...

Silence

I stand here now before the court,
of tears, and swards, and stars,
the place which he beyond has brought
forth from this love of ours.

My stumbling tongue does wend the words,
to stir their pity, show my pure,
but naught replies, no note is heard,
from this place built on loving words.

Silence my crime, silence my song,
silence my sentence, silence above
the fetters of fear, unleashed not my tongue,
nor freed me to speak with abandon my love.

To fear I submitted, by fear was subdued,
in my pride I twisted, and wrestled with truth,
but from stones I rose up, and as stone unhewed,
I lie still, unspeaking, unknowing, uncouth.

Shall he who can bring forth from stones the true men,
leave me thus silence, thus frozen and rent?
Shall he who has brought forth from men his own son,
leave me unhealed, unmade, unbegun?

Here stands he then, in love he has forged,
in beauty, in majesty, in speech we must seek,
the lord of great mercy my plea not ignored,
but stands still outreaching his hands to the weak.

By those who seek alone he's found,
by those who ask alone he's known,
To those who will follow shall he give a crown,
To those who will answer shall he give a throne.



What else do I have here... No, that one's only for A Canoe and I... ah, this one is vaguely interesting.

Oblivion

From that which sowed my heart within,
and taught my mind to speak,
from all that held me far from sin,
have I run hard, 'til weak

In a land strange, hard, I rest,
but here I find no sleep.
For within I'm marred and dead,
eyes can, afar, not weep.

Tendrils of the bardic muse,
that seek to bind my eyes,
find naught to bar their mournful hues
from reaching, scarring, lies.

Oblivion, in shards, does seep,
through pores lined with age,
and nothing jars my mind from deep
melancholy carved cage.

and why not the one that follows that in my archives...

Faith

Feverish within me flit
the words and writhing schemes,
to follow through these depths torchlit,
shade lanced by putrid beams.

The spiral scythe of vapid air
does echo on my skin,
and deeper still, down my heart's stair,
its meaning echoes in.

For far beyond this clamorous realm,
of sullen shuddering stone,
there is a land of reaching elms,
where lights shine not alone.

This stirring in the stillness deep,
though bitter on its own,
does induce me, not to weep,
but ever onwards roam.

Somewhere beyond surge chortling streams,
sigh forests in the breeze,
somewhere beyond this tomb unclean,
beyond lives felled with ease.

Ever shall I follow thus,
deep sure of hope unseen,
for pond'rous stone shall not hold us,
nor shall doubt come between...

Hmmm... *rummages some more in archives* Ah, here's the first poem I wrote after I returned to school.. I started writing during a holiday period, you see.

Ode to General Studies

Vagaries of slothful thought
dry eyes that sleepy weep
a head in custom's vices caught
and sunk to depths beneath.

The chortle of the thoughtless
hangs distinctly in the ait,
and crushes me meaningless
with apathy laid bare

The sordid echoes, slurring ways,
do hold this drearoom right
in ethically forged maze
of days and endless nights.

This subtle chatter draws my mind
from all with meaning true
and once again consciousness fades,
and intellect resumes.



Right, I'll finish with this, more a crazy ramble than a poem... something that came to me when my mind and fingers had naught else to do...

Rant

See the green of sky maintained
by constant push of work fogged brain
hear the endless muttering
the cries for meaning cluttering
I feed my brain upon the shelf
with pellets given by that elf
that once was here and now is gone
leaves me alone with my song
the aching jaw and scar stained robe
that clamorously seem to flow
the waves that never leave the hand
that called them forth upon this land
here I stand or sit or lie
write words that still refuse to die
but meaning yet eludes my pen
as I pace with within this den
this home of thieves whom unafraid
have by our tangling minds been stayed
and in this mist have ceased to roam
so civilised have made their home
no stirring now within the eyes
that once this silent word defied
who sund in silent, fought the ade
that stone with which our lives are paved
now to stand not rut nor stain
lives unfeeling void of pain
yet from all this my spirit quests
caught in maddened blind behest
onward in unmeaning haze
a useless rant of he half-crazed
but surely more these words can sing
within my heart whittled musing
what I know, feel unfusing
rattle bars within my soul
demand of me all be made whole
moss crusted my statue stares
what is asked I cannot bear
banish instead all but these words
that 'pon these curtains are conferred
that from my prowling hand pour out
and in this flow of ink I drown
like many more before my time
I sink beneath this stormy brine
of coiled lies and stinging truths
that crept upon me softly hoofed
unheralded by coconuts
or baying of the wagging mutt
once more this binding maze does spring
within this place cold withering
for all around there's naught I see
which shall not pass away from me
ready to leave uncoloured ways
but these sought havens too are grey.
Tiredness still grasps my eyes
like hungry ghoul that waiting lies
and even words on parchment thin
appear as naught, uncaged yet dim
as circling speech besets my ears
my mind is called by nothing here
echo instead, no way but hurt
within these lands of dark and dirt
amongst the paths that we must choose
it seems at every turn we lose
I lose my vision, lose my way,
lose all but he who my life saved
yet I wander this veiled realm
wonder whither it once fell
and still my oozing time does spill
from hourglass heads so full still
and stare 'pon unending stars
so old these lights, far beyond ours,
the night and chill, ah, my old friend,
where in this is there an end?


To answer my own question, the end of this post lies here. Goodnight... if I haven't already deadened your mind with my bleating perhaps I'll post again sometime... I'll certainly post in other sections of this board, a most interesting place...
Ierre Il is offline  
Old 08-21-2003, 07:37 PM   #4 (permalink)
Junkie
 
Location: Utah
Yes, I'm glad somone told you to post here. Very good. i like your sense of humor. Thanks
__________________
And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
J.R.V.A. is offline  
Old 08-21-2003, 07:38 PM   #5 (permalink)
I demand a better future
 
HeAtHeN's Avatar
 
Location: Great White North
I like Cage.... but they're all very good. Thanks for sharing.
__________________
Quote:
Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
Douglas Adams
HeAtHeN is offline  
 

Tags
contributions, n00b, poetic

Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are On
Pingbacks are On
Refbacks are On



All times are GMT -8. The time now is 05:58 AM.

Tilted Forum Project

Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.7
Copyright ©2000 - 2024, vBulletin Solutions, Inc.
Search Engine Optimization by vBSEO 3.6.0 PL2
© 2002-2012 Tilted Forum Project

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344 345 346 347 348 349 350 351 352 353 354 355 356 357 358 359 360