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[Takuya]

We have an Official Picture Thread, Official Desktop thread, and Official Art thread. Why not an Official PureZC Poetry Thread?

The Rules:

• Post Poetry
• Critique Poetry
• Do not flame other poetry
• Get inspired!

Simple and Clean.

Now let the poetry begin!!
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Summer Rain

The summer rain silently swarms the sidewalk
some promenade under umbrellas and raincoats
others scurry like lab mice -- but instead of cheese
they get a warm room and protection against the elements.

Watching from my window, waiting with melancholia as the storm moves
The clouds hold their anger, and start to sigh off to other places
suddenly I spot the tell-tale gleam, and slow pace
you are walking in the rain, arms outstretched.

I sit up quickly, and watch the puddles
as the rain ends, so does my ephemeral --
I flick the window amusingly, and raindrops haste
just as quickly as you smile when you see my face.

The summer rain silently leaves the sidewalk
and the only signs that it has been
are the puddles that you step in
reaching my door
and the smile
on my face
when I say
hello
.

[Moonbread]

Takuya, excellent thread idea

I can tell your poetry style is a lot different from mine. Mine ignores the laws of grammar, and I write in the sense of making the entire poem a metaphor (forgot the term for it, but then again, I have no poetry terms.) Yours seems more literal, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Now here's one of my own that you've probably seen before:

(Name Pending)

Reincarnation, what it defines-
Constant changing, staying the same,
How do you view it?

It may appear fruitful in its labors,
But its souls they soon must fall,
To be swallowed by the beauty of death,
To be forgotten as new takes old.

Illness is such a beautiful sight,
And it cannot be defined as one,
It is here that they're remembered,
For the final time.

Death is seen as doom and destruction.
Utterly foolish, its beauty beyond comprehension.
Its awe will never stop,
And many realize it's impossible to.

It is here that they're forgotten,
Illness and Death seems such a morbid,
When it is yet that new life is reborn.

This is reincarnation.
It occurs not without promise,
After all, whether you choose to believe or not,
You must follow it, for it will eventually-
swallow you too.

[sigtau]

I have the mind of a poet, but not the pencil of one... if you know what I mean. I'm trying to write a poem, as at the moment, it's what my English class is covering...

[I'll insert a poem in this spot later.]

[Takuya]

Moonwhisper, I have some really weird poems too actually. If I find one I'll post it. I like writing very abstract poems, as well as literal ones. I also like visual poetry. As for the metaphor term.. I forget what it's called too. I really like your poem. *oh snap it's raining must close my window*

Nice theme, nice use of adjectives, except wow you do use a lot of punctuation haha.

[Taco Chopper]

This is really just one of the six pieces I wrote while I was in America. It sounds a lot more better when it's got music over it. Mind you, I have got some stuff I wrote in English last year, so if I can find that I'll put it on here too.

Anyway, this one is called Holding a Gun to God's Head. The title was taken from an American Dad episode where Stan meets God and puts a gun to his head. I think Los Angeles itself was the main inspiration for the work.

Sirens ring
People sing
There isn't really much to gain

Officers shout
Everyone's out
Except for the soothing pain

It's all quiet now
It's all too quiet now
It's all quiet now
But it's too quiet now...

As we sit and ponder
And as we pray to the dead
It is all just like
Holding a gun to God's head

[Gleeok]

Ode to blue disks. By Gleeok:


Blue disk, blue disk,
from which my nuts do you attach?
Pretty and shiny, yet kiss my ass.
Always biting me.

Error, error,
You ****ing suck.
Why must they make you blue?
My eyes, they pee.

Some obscure language you must be writ,
for no one can read you.
except my balls,
from which you attach.

reset, reset,
I'll try again,
to detach you from your suction grip
and fail.
Yet again my balls begin to itch,
And Idle thumbs to twitch.
May as well stick them in my ass.

The end.

[Mitchfork]

edit: removed

[Russ]

This has special meaning to me...

Lost in a web of tangled mistakes
I feel like I'm fighting- but my pulse says otherwise
Just treading water in the widest of lakes
Trying to stay alive 'til part of me dies

Like a knight with no country
Or a priest with no God,
I'm wandering, wondering, when I'll be free…

Caught in a trap of iron and ice
I'm lying there silent- stuck on proverbial prongs
A prisoner of my own device
Matches melting fast, but won't last long

Like a knight with no country
Or a priest with no God,
I'm wandering, wondering, when I'll be free…

Wow. Very good. Somewhat sad, somewhat dark, yet, at the same time, beautiful.

[The (s)]

would lyrics count? it's about the same as poetry.

[Moonbread]

Yeah, I'm a bit embarrassed about this one ._. But I really like it, so I'll show it.

Snow flakes falling, pillows swimming through the air.
A blanket coating the Earth, freezing my heart,
From the inside, my body is being frozen.
I stand alone, nobody at all, colder than the snow.
My body slowly turning into ice...

Atop this lonely hill, here I stand,
I am blending in with the white,
Becoming a figment of this blanketed land.
There is naught about me that stands out,
Nothing important about me...

But with my last gaze, I thought I may have been seeing things.
A figure walking up to the lonely hill at which I stay...
A girl. Far away in distance, but I could immediately tell by such beauty.
I gazed at her. She gazed at me. Those sparkling pools of rain...
A breeze flew by. My blond hair rustled with the wind.
But my gaze met her. Black hair, flowing like a waterfall...

She was getting closer and closer.
And with each step, warmth reaching me.
She was getting closer and closer.
Life returning to my lifeless soul...
She was getting closer and closer.
All I could do was stand still, though.
She was getting closer and closer.

She faced me, inches away.
I faced her as well, inches away.
A warm smile reached her lips.
I wanted to smile, but my face stayed solemn.
But then, out of the blue...

A kiss reached my lips.
A warm, welcoming kiss, one enough to revive the coldest soul.
And I was that coldest soul. But it melted away into a puddle below.
A puddle that slid down the hill, and eventually,
The warmth of the love between enveloped it.
And I wouldn't even turn to say goodbye.


Yeah, I use too much punctuation, Tak.

[CastChaos]

So artistic people are here. Thread gets

Sometimes I feel like writing such, but it ends up being a parodies, or better say, "modifications". I can't even count how many songs and poems I "modified". I will eventually try to come up with something original. And this time, in English.

^Moonwhisper, this last one is my favourite in the thread.

[Moonbread]

So artistic people are here. Thread gets

Sometimes I feel like writing such, but it ends up being a parodies, or better say, "modifications". I can't even count how many songs and poems I "modified". I will eventually try to come up with something original. And this time, in English.

^Moonwhisper, this last one is my favourite in the thread.

wow, that... means a lot to me. I try pretty hard, after all...

[CastChaos]

This is about an idea of a book that I made up long ago:


It never had beginning, so I can't tell,
How the Earth became the very hell.
Some say it was the crime of ignorant masses,
Others blame a girl with apathetic madness.
Nevertheless, war was resulted,
Thus became the universe ultimately scared.

When you look around to see what's the matter,
You can see downright selfish slaughter.
Caring only for yourself all the time,
Is motivated by fraudulent pride.
Sneaking in the shadow of immorality,
You soon realize the Power of Thievery.

Slaves come, mindless puppets,
To worship what control it gets.
Sacrificing everything for the unseen,
Blind faith leads them to ritual keen.
If you think your soul as pure as a pidgeon,
Your belief becomes true with the Power of Religion.

It's not a must to watch the universe scroll,
If you can be in charge of its control.
Seeking the ultimate power can be a reality,
But being wrong can be just masked as victory.
Getting what you want will make you hectic,
Thus will you manage the Power of Magic.

The Power of Strenght is so simple,
It doesn't get line, just two little.

Raw materials are improved,
Expect the unexpected.
Philosphical thoughts amaze everybody,
So they fade nature's beauty.
Put your mech armours on,
You also can develop the Power of Construction.

I don't know if you experienced how
The Nature doesn't need rhymes...
Changing the prime power just
Makes it worse.
Power of Nature.
Just beautiful.

Logical examinations lead us to the understanding of systems.
Establishing rules and following them creates the good senses.
Everything has a place, and so I will find it right on.
That's why I'm the lawyer of the Power of Civilisation.

Some beings met the ultimate need,
They realized they didn't need greed.
Always doing what is right, what is needed,
They were pit against the evilest breed.
It can't be explained through words,
Grave danger brings the true feeling.
The ultimate perfection: the Power of Virtue.

And so the eight was together,
This virtually was the slaughter.
Butler killed lord, brother tortured sister,
The whole planet became a blood blender.
The Tyrant wanted it this way,
Nobody knew he had good reason.

[Moonbread]

2 New poems... NOW with titles (first one may be temporary... but I like it for now.)

(Credits to GoldenChocobo for inspiration on this first one.)

"Rotating Hourglass"

It's inescapable, but just out of reach
Constantly outrunning you
It stops for no poor soul,
We are left behind, trying to catch up.

It never turns to look back
And yet we do
We look back upon the pain
Wasting- as it moves forward

You only keep what you have
They always seem to fade, to vanish,
Like a ripple within the water.
But it forever burns within the mind.

Keep them as you will,
For you may remember as the pain takes its leave
When it has begun to slow
Catch yourself up and look back at it.

Remembrance.
When you have it.
Memories.
When it's gone.


"Acidic Ignorance"

Shelter me
Shelter me from the rain
Its existence I can barely bear
I wish to be sheltered

Its mere touch is acidic
It burns right into my skin
Paining me intensely
To the verge of death

I'm standing alone in this rain
Dying on the inside
Soon it will be the light in my gaze
Unless I can be... sheltered.

Edited by Moonwhisper, 04 February 2008 - 11:36 PM.

[Golden Chocobo]

I don't write much poetry because I'm not much of a writer, but this is something I had to do in English last semester.
The assignment was to write a spoof of the sonnet "The Passionate Shepherd to his Love," and then write the Lover's response as well. So I wrote this sonnet and my partner wrote the other [the other which I won't post, because I didn't write it myself xP]
Anyway...

"The Actor to his Critic"

Come live with me upon the stage
And we will recite, page by page.
Rehearsing late with cups of tea
Thou shalt not be my enemy!

Here on the stage is where it's at,
We'll wear all kinds of funny hats.
All sorts of costumes wait for you
Put this on, I'll try it too!

Pay close attention to your cues,
We want a good show, rave reviews!
Let's hope it is a great success,
Hurry now and put on your dress!

The velvet curtain soon will rise
Go on now, and feast your eyes!
We have a full house, yes we do
Are you nervous? Try not to spew!

Eight shows are left after tonight,
Are you excited? I just might
Steal the limelight with my skills
This sort of thing gives me the chills.

I will continue to assuage
You, my love, to pretend on stage.
It could be a wonderful life
With you as the star, and my wife.