Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(11/20/2014 3:44:00 PM)
Time Of Death
The dead and dying are everywhere.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought
a massacre had taken place. There is
neither blood nor gore, but death prevails, nevertheless.
The carcasses are scattered wherever
one looks. Higher above are the sickly,
looking down at their brethren, clear about
their own fate. The color of life has left them.
Soon, they too, will fall to their death, leaving
only skeletal remains behind.
(11/20/2014 5:33:00 AM)
Do you ever find yourself, subconsciously speaking poetically, in general conversation?
(11/19/2014 3:58:00 PM)
Hi, yes. Someone get asians off new list poems?Hogging all space with paw prints. No words.
My mouth mad at chow mein.
(11/19/2014 1:20:00 AM)
in the absence of great minds
only trolls sing around
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hay guys, break the break now
(11/17/2014 2:33:00 PM)
Since our birth until our death / We write our life's pages / We write our good deeds and our bad deeds / When we pass away anytime / Then we will take this book with us / Either we pass our test or we fail /.
Adam M. Snow
(11/16/2014 9:08:00 PM)
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The Day the Jester Died
Written by Adam M. Snow
Twenty one times three, a journey of laughter;
the fool borne clown was he.
Entertaining his majesty - soon after
realize the laughter would soon die with him.
Soon to vanish, he of many voices.
All his jest would soon to end,
all to end by his choices;
a feeling without a friend.
This Jester who proudly gave us laughter,
was dying deep within.
Covering his pain with the joy of laughter.
If it were enough, it would have been,
but it wasn't enough for him.
So this Jester left to wonder,
'Was he truly loved enough?'
Yet he could not see past yonder,
the treasures that loved enough.
He gave his all but lost his soul to grieve,
and grieve himself upon a tree.
Entangled rope among the sticks and leaves,
a last resort, felt for a Jester such as he.
So now this Jester once a clown,
lays to rest within his chamber.
Retiring with him his Jester's crown,
leaving with us a memory to remember.
This Jester left without a bow,
still a mystery to us all.
The thought that struck him and how
he felt the need to fall.
A broken heart, was that his pain?
Thus this day that laughter died.
A reason for sorrow to reign,
O for his majesty, who cried.
O his majesty's courts,
silence fills the hall.
The king is left to mourn,
the Jester who felt the need to fall.
Laughter died with him,
the fool borne clown.
A joyous time spent with him,
now he passes on his Jester's crown.
Zoila T. Flores
(11/15/2014 5:50:00 PM)
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...Conscience, don't abandon me,
Through my journey, on this day,
Keep supporting, as you're always,
On the wisdom, of my say...
(11/15/2014 4:45:00 PM)
I'm burning like a candle everyday / I'm looking for my hope somewhere / Me and myself are two in one / Simply because we can not be one in two / There are many horizons around me / My whole life is confused / I'm a real co-partner in torturing myself / And I'm still looking for myself / But I don't find myself / I'm still missing or I'm drowned /.................. This poem is called - Myself -.
(11/15/2014 1:35:00 PM)
Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a great poet with us. I have checked out her writing and it is superb! Her name is Carmi Basson!
(11/15/2014 10:56:00 AM)
Allure of darkness
Farewell sweet luna;
the queen Nyx is coming
from the east,
let me fade in these parting
hours, like a candle
burns down in the wind.
O! when love fails, tales of the dead rise.but
who tells her:
love not begins but bangs...
And symphony of the autumn breaths in my soul, but
she says, " in darkness
winds are silent."
PS. needs final strokes...