A Poem Thread

Mr.Jack4WAR said:
sargant, i was joking around... u think those silly rhymes were serious?? haha no no no my friend. just a fun thing
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Wasn't reffering to your buddy. I was impressed by Avatar's.


Don't know if I posted this already. Thought of this at the beach

This was more of a thought I uttered to a friend, which I turned into a poem while I slowly sunburned.


Colors

sargentlard


Eyes closed,
I am surrounded by serene black as it tip toes around me.
Rested, I open my eyes and I am,
enveloped by the sun kissed blue.
As I lift my head from the pale glow sand,
I gain sight of the quiet, thundering green.
A smile begins to form on my face.
I turn to my left to see the ever lasting you,
There and then I realize,
The colors of my life are complete.
 
Pretend

sargentlard

Ours is a game of pretend.
You pretend you're not scared,
I pretend I am not angry,
we both pretend nothing is wrong.
We both smile, sit by the window and sip our coffee.
For the time being, I love you,
and for the time being you think you love me too.
 
I like pretend. I think the first one has more depth, though I seem to relate to pretend more then I do your other one sargentlard. Both good though
 
i also like lyrics or poetry not with depth and deep meaning, yet with unusual metaphors.... that is what pulls me to the band incubus... even if all of yall hate them, please read some lyrics.. i bet u will find many good metaphoric meanings:):) well cya in a week.
 
Sauce

Cheers mate



This was about the time I started to lose belief in god and religion....A weird transition in life....This is very old.

Paper Flowers

sargentlard

We were the paper flowers
In likeness of god.
Promised great fortunes, and
Thought’s piercing sword

We came heavens blazing,
We rose from the beast.
Shed the cover of nature’s wild
And kept it in hidden keeps.

We were the paper flowers
Natures last child
To appease our content
We caressd our inner wild.

Smudged, torn and shredded
The longer we grew
Our strength in our pain
We did what we did because he was true.

Lost we are
We were the paper flowers
But look at us now
Burned in our own power.

Let the fire burn
There are still a standing few
But they are paper flowers,
They’ll burn too

Let them out and see
the escaped, hidden truth
The garden of our life is fading,
Burning with us too.

We were the paper flowers
In god’s name we mend
We are the crumbling ashes now
In god’s name we shall end.
 
Mr.Jack4WAR said:
i also like lyrics or poetry not with depth and deep meaning, yet with unusual metaphors.... that is what pulls me to the band incubus... even if all of yall hate them, please read some lyrics.. i bet u will find many good metaphoric meanings:):) well cya in a week.
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I bleed Incubus....Incubus is god and Mike is a diety.
 
INCUBUS LYRICS


Just a Phase

I am bottled fizzy water
And you were shaking me up
You are a fingernail running
Down the chalkboard I thought
I left in third grade
Now my only consolation
Is that this could not last forever
Even though you're
Singing and thinking how well
You've got it made
Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, it's just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, it's just a phase
Yeah, it's just a phase

Call it women's intuition
But I think I'm
Onto something here
Temporaryism has been
The black plague
And the Jesus of our age
I know that
I sound opinionated
May be biased and
Quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
They'll be throwing quarters
At you on the stage

Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, it's just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, it's just a phase
Yeah, it's just a phase

And I am waiting for
It to be over too
copywrited to incubus.. 2001
 
Starlit sky

sargentlard

A starlit sky is the most marvelous carnival in the world and not a sound can be heard. It only echoes beauty, through it shimmering light and the soft breezes that sneak up upon us. It’s the most beautiful irony of all and the sweetest metaphor for love and humanity.

All without a single word uttered.
 
Rationalize

In the dark the floor boards rattle
and the wind creaks through the rotting wood.

You live,
you die,
and in between
the fury is the stream the animals drink from
as decay sets in
with the dirt and fog and poison,
the bitter worms,
the swamp swarming inch by inch
from experience
up the clearing
where the structure stood.

It rocked and bent to the bog
saluting it's fierceness and greatness
knowing it was more than it could stand.
Like an old moral,
or an old truth,
sacrificed and let loose
for some great cause,
or some great lie.
 
Dropped on its head
the whole vast myth of existence
wasted, violate crowds
sucking at the barren tits of universities,
fighting over used ideas
there weren’t any sparks the first time
so we light them again
and wait…

Bang!
now someone’s missing two fingers,
another an eye
hopeful, the crowd covers their ears.
 
America: Year 2150

Jesus is gone, nobody cares

The sound of his name just brings indifferent stares.

People grew tired of his vanishing act

and finally decided he ain't coming back.



Relieved of the burden of fancy and fable

Society since brought great minds to the table

Biological research brought extension to life

To those who had once lived in pain and in strife



Society still has its few who believe

They cling to the myth that there is no reprieve

They just sit and stare at the moon in great awe

While men in white coats feed them meals through a straw.

By: JudasChrist@aol.com

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I've been laughing my ass off at this one. (It's not mine)

Nice poem sargentlard
 
In this world
love has no color
yet how deeply my life
was stained by yours

~ Izumi Shikibu


simply beautiful.
 
Yes, it's really beautiful, sarge. :m:

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Here's one I just wrote.
One more of my which I have devoted to IRA.
I have no idea why I write about that subject.. it's entrenched in my scull.
Past life, huh?

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[One more song to IRA]


You said...:
remeber quitars playing, strings breaking,
and that shouting
towards the sky, towards the end?

I said: yes, listen, it's only screams now,
and those guns, and those friends
now dead, in this soil, cursed soil:
I curse you!, curse you...

And their bones are in a forever embrace
with landmines, with soaked guns;
this never fades, never fades
away,
can't get out, can't turn back,
already knee deep in mud.

And You too will never leave,
this rain of led has ******** our blood;
take my shouler,
it is warm, still strong
for now,
let's go.


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damn sciforums and their banning of the word "********" <= p0isoned
 
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Boy

Sargentlard


We moved the stars with our fingers
and watch them take shape as the
spaceships float on by

All in a boy's dream

We take gentle steps from one moon
to the next and fall
into an ocean of toys

All in a boy's dream

You enter his world as a moonlit silhouette
and he dreams of us following the animals
in the safari throughout the night.

all in his dreams

When each night passes he wakes up a man
strong and willing, all untill you
put your arms around him and smile like you do.
Clock turns back and he is just a
boy again, dreaming of you and I
moving the stars with our fingers as
the spaceships float on by.

Dreaming of you makes him happy and
whenever he is in your arms he
is that boy he used to be...

...and I never want to let go.

Cpyrighted
 
Rudyard Kipling

If


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
 
the phone is silent,
all lines are dead,
people like little fish at every end -
dead, dead,
hanged, hooked to each other
have annihilated themselves.

modern age
like every other that has been before
won’t save, won’t help,
won’t chase away the nightmares and screams
won’t bring justice and peace,
it’s up to you to leave

go catch your plane,
the cemetery awaits,
there’s a gateway there,
in your bed,
there’s a gateway there
 
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