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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:09 pm
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:59 am
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Me likey. I always enjoy seeing poems on the internet that are dark and a little eerie, but not emo. Emo poetry gets real old, real fast... So kudos. You have an interesting rhythm, almost uniform but varied enough to hold the reader's attention. The only suggestion I have is to clean up your rhyme scheme a bit. In the beginning, it's every second line, but that deteriorates about halfway through the poem. Other than the rhyme scheme, though, I liked it.
Here's mine. It's called "I quit."
I quit. by Ikki. smile
I quit. I don't want to play the game any more. Cash in my chips, Knock over the white king, Lay down my cards. Am I allowed to quit? I've never seen anything about it in the rules. I've never read the part that says, "Once you've been tricked into playing, You have to keep playing until you die." But everybody seems afraid. "Don't quit. Don't do it, man. You're making a mistake." Why is it a mistake? Why the shifty eyes, the shortened breath? Are there big men (With guns) Hiding just offstage, Waiting for someone to step out of line? Or does this game have a bigger jackpot than I realize? Does the winner get a big pot of gold and a lifetime supply of pop culture? Gold calls to its own, and pop culture smells too much like 1984. I think I'll pass. Thanks for inviting me, though. Glad to see someone's enjoying it.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 11:27 pm
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I like them both very much. I'm not sure exactly what the second poem was about but I'm sure it was intended to be that way. Here is one of my own. It's called My 4 boyz
There's one who holds my body, And one who holds my soul, But the one who hold my love for me Is the one who'll never know.
He's the one who holds a firery touch, That burns with passion and with lust. He's the one who holds my body close, Though it seems we never touch.
He's the one who seems to know me well, Enough to read my thoughts. He dreams along the same lines as me, But dreams in the wind are almost always lost.
And though we speak a lot of times, And somethimes not at all. We'll stare up at the night sky, Or watch the rain as it Falls.
And though I'm grounded to the earth, The chose is still as hard. Though love and happiness is what I want, I fear lust and pain is all I'll gain.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 3:21 pm
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 11:30 pm
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I love reading other people's poetry. It always broadens ones horizon. I don't expect to either broaden anyone's horizon, or even to enjoy it, but artist never pass by an opportunity to brag about their work, and I am unfortunately no exception! lol. Here's one of my favorite abstract poems that I have written. biggrin lol
The Gift and Curse of Inspiration
My pen screams at me Telling me to pick him up: I obey Wondering what mystery will unfold As I feel the slim, firm magic; The scrolling black sleuth of knowledge-of the unknown.
The sharp smell of ink permeates Into my thoughts, like wine into the blood, Making me hear that which I never knew.
I can almost see the bitter fire of touch As my hand grips his throat. I’m on the cruel drug of inspiration.
Oklahoma City, the first appearance of My muse, the foreteller of Eryn Brooks. My pen never really screamed at me. I had felt the urge, the need to find him The necessity of holding him.
The tocsin of the harsh voices of reality Held me in their grip, telling me I can’t understand, I can’t do it, I don’t have a pretty nose. Sucks to their assmar!
The pitiful thread of dreams and wishes That depress me like a blank page I snap my fingers, the paper disappears. It’s as if Eryn Brooks never lived Then she begins anew, creates again And she will succeed, beyond her greatest dreams.
The dancing pages alight; my pen laughs I must obey him or never succeed. Na i ahie ya meril cene Ambaresse. Is the motto my pen quotes to me So I go to my desk and obey.
© Eryn Brooks 2007
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 8:22 am
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Wow fantastic poems. I will comment them all;
Roo-your poem leaves a lot to the imagination, and though it isn't exceptionally depressing, there's a sense of darkness which comes across strongly and gives the poem depth
Ikken-i loved this poem because it has a story to it, and not only that i believe it is metaphorical too, which i always love in poems. I don't know whether you meant literal death, or symmbolism of how individuality is dying due to your pop culture reference, but i really liked it. I'm probably way off but that's what i get from it
This is-again, you can conclude what you want, but i'm guessing it's a mixture of feelings really which are placed well in the poem and really gives the poem character. Perhaps a sense of longing?
Vincent-it's really great how you can give something like a river such meaning, and bring it to life. With your words you make it sound really mystical and beautiful, and perhaps it is symmbolic to something personal?
Eryniel-another great poem. You've put so much detail into something as simple as writing. You've used some fantastic vocabulary which really draws you into the poem, and gives it visual strength
Kresha-both poems are really sweet, and you can tell how personal and special they are to you. It didn't make me cry, but i rarely cry, but i did find them really touching and moving
Nano-i love your twist on key parts of humanity; dreams, heart, soul and life. A really energetic and meaningful peace which you obviosly put thought into
So great job everyone heart
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 6:53 pm
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