Sleeplessness
Tossing, turning, alone at night That same old feeling conjures up inside Thoughts and fears bring me to tears Oh how I wish I could rewind the years Mistakes made, people change We take it with us, as we age As if to carry my own cross If I f
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
The scared air
The breeze rushed past madly in all directions, Seeking only to evade the onslaught and constant barrage of the winged demon attacking it, Howling and Screaming as it took its beating from such a beautiful thing, Wicked carnage , wreckage and af
I
I tried your way of life, but I must have failed I heard no voice from up above Or felt the invisible hand of the righteous But I still prayed underneath the cypress I tried to your way of life, but I must have done it wrong I heard no angel si
A bad dream
Self explanatory
A Message to Humanity
This is my Idea what a message from God to humanity would be.
Life is Pain
This poem is about how dark life can be. We should not give in to despair, there are is beauty in life but people don't stop to see them anymore. People are to wrapped up in what makes us different that we fail to se what makes us the same.
miss
said it all
The Path
The morning sun found me Without the touch Of your hand A wish is A wish I bow my head And smile Have I played The fool? Perhaps I was never Who I thought I was She cannot read My mind And my spirit is Alien to the land O
The Rivers Of My Tears
I originally posted this when I was told life was waving me goodbye only to be told 45 days later that I was going to live long after all. I can only be thankful and grateful. Just revisiting my past. Thanks again for all your peruse.
JUST BELIEVE
this poem may not be explained in words that anyone other than me can comprehend. Its a page from my private diary that i want to share with anyone who can get IT. And if you cant feel it then thats okay also. I am just a woman reaching out
QUESTION......
A trueful answer can differ to what was first implied......because sadly some people are not truthful.......and we have to protect oneself
As Darkness Falls.......
all the signs have passed not a trace ,nothing but a empty space ,like a fighter with broken hands and only them left to give ,a burned out soul waiting to be shoveled in!, the gray clouds overhead materialize in his eyes from within crawling on the
why
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Changes
I occasionally write rap lyrics and bars from time to time when i'm bored or the emotion or an idea/rhythm hits me. I tend to rap with an old school Eminem style with the Slim Shady twists to my lyrics. I tend to have darker, angry, violent, s*xual lyrics. But mostly they're just ways of expressing emotions rather than following through with them and letting them run my life. Just because rappers say things doesn't mean they actually mean or do the things they do... they're mostly metaphors and alternative ways of self-expression. Hell, it's better to get your anger out on paper and deliver a message to influence others to create a talent in expressing their emotions and getting them off their shoulders/chest rather than following through with them and letting them overtake your life and control you. A lot of people hate on artists and musicians like Eminem because he's either considered too aggressive, too angry, too violent, too sexist, too homophobic, too crazy... but little do they realize, Eminem chose to make a living expressing his darker and pent up feelings and emotions. Rather than following through with them and actually committing the things he says. He simply says it like a story. And that's the message he tries to get across to people when he put out the "Real Slim Shady" and songs like that. To explain to people that they should be themselves and not take his lyrics and words so seriously and to heart. After all, it's entertainment. Instead take the message and ideas and create your own way of expressing yourself in a productive manner. And maybe you can touch the hearts of others and inspire others to become artists instead of criminals or murderers, rapists, thugs, etc. Sometimes you get mad and upset when people hurt you... you have messed up thoughts and feelings but you don't actually want those things to truly happen... you just feel that way sometimes. It's like telling someone you hate them one minute, and when you cool off... you realize it was a petty and stupid reason to get mad and say those things... and you really don't hate them. It's just how you felt at that time. Now imagine if you killed someone because at that time you felt like doing it.... now you just committed something that can never be taken back and you basically ruined your life. Some people take things too seriously and they end up getting the wrong kind of message from something like music, movies, video games, books, etc. And they totally miss what the artist or developer was trying to truly get across... Those people are the people you normally see trying to emulate the artist or character they idolize. They lose track of the message and end up trying to be the package that was used to deliver the message. Sorry for the rant, I hope my rap could possibly make people think about life and entertainment... maybe reconsider and have a newer outlook on artists or works of art/entertainment. Thanks for your time.
Dream
inspire from anggun - mimpi ( dream) song.
Man Without A Face
this inspire from man without picture profile that angry because i want to know the truth why he hiding his face so i give him a question. But he is answer me that its me that have problems. As an infj ( i've got 3 times test, it still have the same result), i see that what he saying is reflection of his own self, which is like to blame people without knowing the reason behind my question. The point is dont get mad easily, the more you showing anger to an infj, you will be more easy for us to know that you are hiding something. The more you are afraid of saying the truth, the more i try to analyze your soul deeply. Hello there. Please do show your face. Thank you. Hahaha...
The Eternal Fall
Not a light read, but an insight into a time when I felt alone and abandoned. Not for my taste, but how I felt after a rather dark time in my life. I also write childrens stories, ironic isn't it. 180 degrees from my poem I posted yesterday. I have more let me know what you want. kindly---Penwick
Switch of Time
best to wear a life jacket
My Endless Mission
I sit alone. I write, I think. Searching for just one conclusion, One ending. To feel complete. There's a missing piece, a cold black hole, Which never ends... Oh! The quessiness it sends! Where's the way out? Why am I stuck? Am I a prisone
Two little lives....
My name is David, That is true, A simple man with manual works, I treat ill people, not the kind you like to meet, I find comfortable surroundings a plus, Where exchange is the past, And sanitised and professional is the future, I say I
look at one self
Into the abyss One ventures in time From birth to Heaven One dwells in time As we age Changes we not notice for we change With a blink of an eye from childs knowledge We gain matter and thought are knowledge expands we gain Are mi
DESTINY
I wrote many of my poems during my black depression years as a young lady (mind you I was still a virgin up until my late 20s by my choice so maybe that's why I was depressed lol) I was very spiritual and into a lot of spiritual things like heaven, hell, destiny, Fate, tarot card readings, etc
Drifting Away.
Gushing in with such a forceful rage, Wave, after wave of words, pulling me down, Into their deep And violent, Deafening sea, Breaking, and crashing Against me, Before I drown.
Trolls
Trolls beg my beliefs, in an instance you are cowards, To stink your smell in my land God Damn you, In brilliant ignorance you left without saying goodbye, Just an agreement to hit back, How brave are you cowardly typing your muscle, When m
A WARNING
sometimes I see clearly man's destruction of self.
they don't
Two parallel lines never cross Even if you start drawing them at same time A circle is a circle Green leaves are not blue A typewriter with handwriting letters Can be useful Would be nice And easy 9th line of this poem 10th line of this
Poem Poem Girls
Winter is colder than sun Sun is hotter than winter Some cats are very meow, others are not Mice are very tricky Mars is not so far So let's be together
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
Ghosts at Work
The plant is in Dubuque and I have been in it twice, though I didn't get to experience any ghostly disturbances.
Drama Much
At the time of this writing, I had been reflecting on the gossiping and backstabbing nature of some of my co-workers/friends I used to hang out with regularly. After much observation, It seemed to me their relationships with one another were just a pretense. Really they only enjoyed degrading one another and gaining favor within the workplace.
The Mind And Body ch3: two sides of the same coin
Chap 3 of my fable as it where is about personalities and the existence of infinite possibilities enjoy and comment tell me what you think
The Mind And Body ch2: the Lady Black
This is the second part to the poem. And the struggles within are not light hearted and to those who have over come them be proud of what you have done and hold not regret for the past but hope for the future.
The Mind And Body ch1 : The free spirit.
I have been writing stories for a long time but this the first one I've ever done done in poetry it will be covering a lot of dark subject in a manner of metaphorical exaggeration. I hope you enjoy and If you do get some inspiration from this feel free to use what you want I have never tried to claim fame from my works but I also have never try to take from anyone.
Heed the Warning
I enjoy writing on all topics, this topic and that of Celestial beings would be my fav.
THE DANCE (II)
From moment of birth the rot sets in We know our days are numbered For some the days in thousands count While others with shortness lumbered Life is but a dance with death Let's dance onward While up above the gods they jest And send their
it's funny
It is funny you don’t wear blue anymore Wore it to shreds tore? it's funny you look for a place to go So Alone, quiet, inside. a long forgotten woe? Its funny how you ceased to be you An alien force gone all awry spent too Its funny your
Mysterious CS women
The mystery women.. Their poetry can be Somewhat cryptic They can tease your Sensiblities within The lines of their Veiled desires They contemplate you In their midnight Smiles They wonder if your Hand is strong enough To grip their Pas
A dream
About a person who was only thinking of herself .....................
It is sad
AdamsAnt ended up with this being my comments relating to his poem. It specifically relates to the wastefulness of suicide when there is so much out there to look forward to experiencing. 30 years ago when my wonderful marriage was escaping me. 20 years ago when my children wanted nothing to do with me. 10 years ago when my children started back. 0 years ago when my grandchildren mean so much to all of us. 10 years to come and I so wish I will be there to share that day. Looks like another poem.
Subjugated Reverence
With eyes of the lost, from the distant past, I beget dead stars, perfection at last. I weave my words in through their mind, I twist and bend what they have defined, they'll never know why they are confined and as I rip and tear at their shal
Decisions
I would love to see you dressed in me, red where i bled. Sticky fingers and all, where i wept and moaned, i, just on loan… Slip and slide, you couldn’t decide whether to eat or repeat…