Jump to content

Random Poetry.


Recommended Posts

I actually have a deviantART gallery (http://www.charlemaine.deviantart.com) where i keep my poems, songs & artwork, but i didn't put this one there bcoz (a) it's not my usual standards anyway, and (b) i don't think non-fans would appreciate it much. :)

 

based loosely on 'My Interpretation'.... at least that's what was in my head when i wrote it. and i dont care if it sucks! :bleh: woke up at 4am with it in my head and if i didnt get it out i wouldnt get no sleep. :boxed:

 

 

My Infatuation

 

It’s 4 a.m.

Mental bedlam

attacks me like a swarm

of killer bees

Try to keep my heart warm

Talk about love

Talk to myself

Wishing for a dream

of your sugar high

of your violet sky

 

I don’t want to cry about

What your music makes me shout

Want to make-belief

That I became a thief

Of your affection

I don’t need to scream and sigh

I can probably get by

What you put me through

Singing like the song was meant for you

 

CHORUS

Your eyes

melting mine

Swirls of colour in my head

This is my infatuation,

I don’t need an explanation

I just toss

in my bed

Imagine words you’ve never said

Lost in my infatuation

This is mad

This is mad

 

Candy is not good for me

But you have made me see

That a little taste

Can be so addictive

Too much of you can rot my soul

Too little puts me in a hold

Of withdrawal blues

In my days without you

 

I don’t want to be your lover

When the music stops it’s over

Leaping four octaves,

Then slipping into a sweet lullaby

Aren’t you clever, aren’t you sly

Aren’t you just the sweetest guy

Play your piano

Dance like it’s your very final show

 

CHORUS

 

~ ~ ~

 

Alright, now you can throw the tomatoes! :bleh:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Replies 34
  • Created
  • Last Reply

Top Posters In This Topic

Top Posters In This Topic

Finally, a poem thread!! :D

 

So.. here goes..

 

The Poem About A Girl Named Ulli Who Took This Gun, Began To Run And Shot Her Friend Named Nulli

 

I knew this girl named Ulli,

she's quite a little bully,

she took this gun,

began to run,

And shot her friend named Nulli.

 

------------------------------

 

[Escapism]

 

For the roses

that bloom in the

garden

for the sun

who's rays spread

out over

the land

for the rain

that drips in the

little puddles

puddles

puddles

of blood came

together

with the drawing

of the knifes

cutting

the roses

 

the rays

 

the rain

 

cutting

all that's worth

dying for

all that's worth

living for

all that will

only be a mere

memory

of a place

once called home

 

And i'm working on some new ones as we speak :bleh:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

* Joins the poetry-people * :punk:

 

Trying to catch his hand

when it slowly disappears

trying to understand,

the softly dropping tears

on the floor covered in red

the knife still on the bed

One question in my head

why

Link to comment
Share on other sites

You're watching

Falling leaves

Floating on air

Like you

 

With arms widely spread

And legs firmley together

Your eyes are closed

So you won't see

 

..

 

Dead.

Like leaves you'll perish

Slowly.

But for now

Just keep on floating

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Zahara & Sem, you guys rock! :D keep it coming ppl!

 

Btw i really like this stanza:

"With arms widely spread

And legs firmly together

Your eyes are closed

So you won't see"

 

& i was thinking (forgive me) abt how if we reversed it...

 

With arms firmly together

And legs widely spread

 

:naughty: nyahaha........

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I wrote this when I first discovered Mika. It's so soppy, I have no choice but to call it "Ode to Mika":

 

----

 

Your fingers dance like butterflies across the ivory keys

Soft and slow or uplifting, your music speaks to me.

In your words I find a solace I so desperately required

And your smile makes me melt and sets my tender heart afire.

 

Somewhere along my charcoal road I got caught up in a race

Then you came and pulled me down into another time and place

Your talent is a gift, your voice a treasure to be heard

I share in your elation as you spread it ‘round the world.

 

You know deep in your heart this is the path you were born to take

The world that you’ve created is a utopia we can’t shake.

I admit that my inner skies were dark, and painted with shades of gray

Your watercolor daydream now keeps those dreary clouds at bay.

 

With so much of life so artificial now, everything’s a calculated creation

Your art is real and free, and comes from within; that’s the source of your sensation.

It inspires me in unseen ways how you connect with what you’ve created

And as a result you’ve earned my love, unabashed and unabated.

 

Oh Mika, you must think I’m mad, waxing poetic about you here

But you should know how much you’ve touched me; I’d like to make that clear.

With the endless trials of everyday life, it’s so easy to get caught

It’s so deliciously refreshing to hear someone tell you “why not?â€

 

In 23 short years you’ve felt so many things that color your very soul

Yet you took those shattered pieces and created something so very whole.

As the world spins around you now, like some crazy carousel

Make sure you don’t lose sight of the inner spirit you know so well.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

 

My Infatuation

 

 

 

I love it, Charlemaine... means a whole lot more if you know his songs. Clever indeed.:thumb_yello:

 

 

Finally, a poem thread!! :D

 

So.. here goes..

 

The Poem About A Girl Named Ulli Who Took This Gun, Began To Run And Shot Her Friend Named Nulli

 

------------------------------

 

[Escapism]

 

 

Ulli Nulli... cuteness :wink2:

 

* Joins the poetry-people * :punk:

 

 

Mysteriously good. :wink2:

 

 

I wrote this when I first discovered Mika. It's so soppy, I have no choice but to call it "Ode to Mika":

 

----

.

 

Love how you put it :biggrin2:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 1 month later...

This thread deserves to be bumped. Big time! :punk:

 

Mirror mirror on the wall

I'll pick you up

then let you fall

 

I told my secrets

told them all

yet, why is it

you make me crawl?

 

You show my tears

My biggest fears

My nose, my mouth

my eyes and ears

 

I can't accept that they are mine

but there you go saying I look fine

 

Well, mirror mirror on the wall

I've picked you up

and let you fall

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Zahara, that's beautiful!

 

I'll post a short one, to keep this thread going :cool:

 

 

I can still see the scars that you left

You almost pushed me too far

I was standing on the edge

And you were being the bitch that you are

But then I realised you still had my heart

And running away would not keep us apart

Still glad that I kept you near

Because you're my everything, dear

 

(Bit personal, it's from my poems-diary ..)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 3 weeks later...
I actually have a deviantART gallery (www.charlemaine.deviantart.com) where i keep my poems, songs & artwork, but i didn't put this one there bcoz (a) it's not my usual standards anyway, and (b) i don't think non-fans would appreciate it much. :)

 

based loosely on 'My Interpretation'.... at least that's what was in my head when i wrote it. and i dont care if it sucks! :bleh: woke up at 4am with it in my head and if i didnt get it out i wouldnt get no sleep. :boxed:

 

 

My Infatuation

 

It’s 4 a.m.

Mental bedlam

attacks me like a swarm

of killer bees

Try to keep my heart warm

Talk about love

Talk to myself

Wishing for a dream

of your sugar high

of your violet sky

 

I don’t want to cry about

What your music makes me shout

Want to make-belief

That I became a thief

Of your affection

I don’t need to scream and sigh

I can probably get by

What you put me through

Singing like the song was meant for you

 

CHORUS

Your eyes

melting mine

Swirls of colour in my head

This is my infatuation,

I don’t need an explanation

I just toss

in my bed

Imagine words you’ve never said

Lost in my infatuation

This is mad

This is mad

 

Candy is not good for me

But you have made me see

That a little taste

Can be so addictive

Too much of you can rot my soul

Too little puts me in a hold

Of withdrawal blues

In my days without you

 

I don’t want to be your lover

When the music stops it’s over

Leaping four octaves,

Then slipping into a sweet lullaby

Aren’t you clever, aren’t you sly

Aren’t you just the sweetest guy

Play your piano

Dance like it’s your very final show

 

CHORUS

 

~ ~ ~

 

Alright, now you can throw the tomatoes! :bleh:

 

ahh I really liked this, are you going to do music to it as well? I can't do music but I do like a good lyric or poem :)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I wrote this when I first discovered Mika. It's so soppy, I have no choice but to call it "Ode to Mika":

 

----

 

Your fingers dance like butterflies across the ivory keys

Soft and slow or uplifting, your music speaks to me.

In your words I find a solace I so desperately required

And your smile makes me melt and sets my tender heart afire.

 

Somewhere along my charcoal road I got caught up in a race

Then you came and pulled me down into another time and place

Your talent is a gift, your voice a treasure to be heard

I share in your elation as you spread it ‘round the world.

 

You know deep in your heart this is the path you were born to take

The world that you’ve created is a utopia we can’t shake.

I admit that my inner skies were dark, and painted with shades of gray

Your watercolor daydream now keeps those dreary clouds at bay.

 

With so much of life so artificial now, everything’s a calculated creation

Your art is real and free, and comes from within; that’s the source of your sensation.

It inspires me in unseen ways how you connect with what you’ve created

And as a result you’ve earned my love, unabashed and unabated.

 

Oh Mika, you must think I’m mad, waxing poetic about you here

But you should know how much you’ve touched me; I’d like to make that clear.

With the endless trials of everyday life, it’s so easy to get caught

It’s so deliciously refreshing to hear someone tell you “why not?â€

 

In 23 short years you’ve felt so many things that color your very soul

Yet you took those shattered pieces and created something so very whole.

As the world spins around you now, like some crazy carousel

Make sure you don’t lose sight of the inner spirit you know so well.

blimey it seems MR M has a similar effect on all us poetical beings, the one I'm in the middle of writing has some similar ideas in it, he must be a hypnotist lol.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

This thread deserves to be bumped. Big time! :punk:

 

Mirror mirror on the wall

I'll pick you up

then let you fall

 

I told my secrets

told them all

yet, why is it

you make me crawl?

 

You show my tears

My biggest fears

My nose, my mouth

my eyes and ears

 

I can't accept that they are mine

but there you go saying I look fine

 

Well, mirror mirror on the wall

I've picked you up

and let you fall

 

Ooo this one has a sort of nursery rhyme quality to it.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

i have tons of poetry but i only like some of it.

this is one of my favorites, i doubt it will have thesame meaning to you as it does to me but id like to know what it means to you.

 

Smiled For You

 

Rascal Flatts

Benadryl

Overload

Hurting Still

 

Red Lawnmower

Pots and Pans

Compfy Pillow

Spinning Fan

 

Drunk on Happiness

High on Life

OD'ed on Despair

Sharpened Knife

 

Unpure Innocence

Questionable Lies

Cowboy Boots

Sanity Dies

 

Unworthy Tears

Uncomprehenable Pain

Jesus on a Keychain

Sock Puppet Slain

 

Pointless Screams

Tried Something New

Wasted my Time

I Smiled For You

 

 

*i dont mean to offend any1 with the jesus part, so im sorry if i did.

 

so, does any1 get what its about???

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 7 months later...

Hi, this thread faded ages ago, but its so beautiful, and some of the lyrics are fab and I want to get it started again, even though I never participate din the original one...I know there are loads of poets among us, so get sharing! I might as well start with one of mine...this is quite embarassing but hey, none of you know me face to face so I should be OK! lol

 

Sitting from across the bay

Why can't you hear me?

Screaming your name

 

First, only, one true love

I need to be with you now

Need you reaching from above

 

Splashing legs into the sea

My reflection darkens

'Cause I can see me

 

I remember your big brown eyes

Open to your soul

With no chance of a disguise

 

I remember your messy hair

Once in my dreams

Now turned to nightmares

 

And so I sit across the bay

Waiting for you

To whisper my name

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Journey till death

 

All alone and lost again,

With no one to hold and nothing to gain.

I am being scolded and criticized from left to right

Should I just accept it all, or stand up and fight?

I don’t know how much more I can take

To keep up that smile although it’s fake.

I need to know the reason that everyone’s upset with me

I need to find a reason to shake it off and be free

I know I mean a lot to few in this place

So I’ll think of them to keep strong as I begin this race

This race this race that needs to be completed

The anger and frustration that needs to be defeated

The worry and paranoia that faces me ahead

The hatred and jealousy that wants me dead

But I will stand strong and try to make it through

Enjoy my time and live every moment knowing I succeeded,

Before I’m due.

 

dont know if it makes any sense!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Journey till death

 

All alone and lost again,

With no one to hold and nothing to gain.

I am being scolded and criticized from left to right

Should I just accept it all, or stand up and fight?

I don’t know how much more I can take

To keep up that smile although it’s fake.

I need to know the reason that everyone’s upset with me

I need to find a reason to shake it off and be free

I know I mean a lot to few in this place

So I’ll think of them to keep strong as I begin this race

This race this race that needs to be completed

The anger and frustration that needs to be defeated

The worry and paranoia that faces me ahead

The hatred and jealousy that wants me dead

But I will stand strong and try to make it through

Enjoy my time and live every moment knowing I succeeded,

Before I’m due.

 

dont know if it makes any sense!

 

Ahh, its really good! It makes a bit of sense to me, but in a way that probably wouldn't make sense to you, and vice versa I imagine...:thumb_yello: :thumb_yello:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Ahh, its really good! It makes a bit of sense to me, but in a way that probably wouldn't make sense to you, and vice versa I imagine...:thumb_yello: :thumb_yello:

 

thanx and yeah im assuming it gets interpretted in different ways... i write a lot, but im not that good lol

Link to comment
Share on other sites

thanx and yeah im assuming it gets interpretted in different ways... i write a lot, but im not that good lol

 

I think most people here write.....it might be a Mika inspired thing or not

I think your fab! Much better than me! lol

I dont mind that I'm not great though because in the words of Mika "I write for me" :thumb_yello:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I think most people here write.....it might be a Mika inspired thing or not

I think your fab! Much better than me! lol

I dont mind that I'm not great though because in the words of Mika "I write for me" :thumb_yello:

 

iv always written.... but personally i think its mainly coz i like rhyming (like a small child) lol!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

Privacy Policy