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Post by sirmavers on Sept 11, 2009 15:57:33 GMT
Mr SpiralStaticx came up with the idea of starting a new corner. so here it is. Post and poems you have, look forward to seeing them all, should be great fun. R.I.P. old poets corner  |
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Post by dontask on Sept 11, 2009 16:20:41 GMT
was also gonna suggest that we start a new thread for each of your weekly topics  |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 11, 2009 21:26:50 GMT
I will do mate. This is just for poetry in general, like we have been with the old one, just spontanious scribble like. But whenever I have anew topic I will start a new thread, so we can add and discuss. Will hopefully have new topic up on sunday, give me a day to think of one |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 11, 2009 22:04:43 GMT
I shall kick our general poet thread off with this one just written. Can't find love, and when it finds you, you're just to much of a stubborn fucker for it  I was worried, Any day could be my last, Don’t worry, I think these bad times are in the past, This cruel world, Would curse every breath I drew, This cruel world, Cursed ever friend I knew, It’s never too late, To be touched by love, Maybe it’s my fate, We’ll soon brush by, my love, Reach around me, I won’t slip away, Grab what’s left of me, But promise you’ll stay… My withered heart, Your belated touch, The adoration you send me, Is all too much, Every soul that finds me, Walks through my stone skin, Love me don’t leave me, As my life wears thin. |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 13, 2009 19:59:48 GMT
More really depressing old school stuff about death  My faith in love went a while ago, A witness to so many broken hearts, And of course I can’t turn a blind eye on my own, My heart shattered right at the start, Young people stabbed and broken in two, A regular occurrence these days, Their bodies snatched and taken away, No blood left stained or a graze, All this pain go’s so unnoticed, No grace or sympathy offered, I myself am too stubborn for love, I don’t listen for shouts or whispers, I can’t put up with any dedication, Scratching names into people’s brains, I can’t get my head around broken hearts, Simply nothing to give or to gain, Love is one of the riches of the poor, Please don’t be so wasteful, I’ve seen a million hearts light and burn, If you could all be a little more graceful, A man is driven by dirty money, He doesn’t know of loss or despair, Pockets lined in cotton gold and diamond rings, To me I feel it can’t be fair, I thought she was a little more faithful, But the ring on her finger means nothing, If the man in the mask can give her what she asks, Then maybe it’s true and she was bluffing, This is one of the many many times, That I’ve been kicked in the face, But do it all you want because there’s nothing left to kick, Just a loner in an empty space, I know there are so many more like me, Living on the same dead grounds, Let’s all take turns to take a jump of a cliff, Taking love loss to all new bounds. |
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Sept 14, 2009 19:19:31 GMT
I've been away for a week and so much has changed!!!  Nice ideas though. |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 15, 2009 21:43:34 GMT
I've moved on from descirbing how I feel etc etc, and now I'm just writing, well, different, not sure how to describe it, but this was just casting my mind back a bit and describing, typically, a really depressing hour You can come to find me, You’ll find me where I live, On life’s edge, And death I am with, Bricks built so high, Above where the bus terminates, Please jump off, Please don’t be late, Don’t shout too loud, Or the plaza will crumble, No matter how much you scream, I shall only hear a mumble, Down the rain pours, On the radio tower, My tears where once spitting, Now I cry a shower, I feel a quick breeze, A the train passes by, 12.20 to woodsmoor, It’s time I flied, Bustling shoppers, Only a few yards away, Falling debris from above, Shall spoil their day, Take a dive deep, Heart breaks before fall, You said you would save me, You knew nothing at all. |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 22, 2009 21:05:50 GMT
Don't think I ever posted this on the old archive, hope not. About the only happy thing I've ever written, really like it, need to give it to someone really, make good use of it True friends are hard to find, They’re difficult to leave, Impossible to forget, It’s hard to achieve, You’re one person, To this dark dull world, But to one person, You truly mean the world, You hold out a hand, For a person in need, You hold out your heart, To a person who bleeds, Never forget who they are, Never regret that you met, Never leave their side, I stone they are set. |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 22, 2009 21:58:46 GMT
I actually forgot I ever had this, got a feeling I posted it before, but ey it's one I love and hold close top notch little story from Ant: My words will be whispered in only your ears, But in everyone the echoes will be found, All I’ve told you in the ever distant past, Will never hurt us and never make a sound, Swiftly forgetting the torment I suffered, And all the knifes that were thrown at my back, It’s not how you go down but how you get up, Because the desire for life is something I’ve never lacked, Beaten down to the dirty ground, Knees grazed as I weep on the floor, Only one thing kept me going through the rain, And it was you behind that closed door, You’re the reason behind the words, That will one day change the way we live, I simply couldn’t say this whilst bearing life on my own, Because I would have nothing to say or give, The reasons behind most good in life, Seek refuge in a distant lie, But on this occasion I dug out the truth, And you’re in my world living in my eyes, From the moment dawn breaks through my door, To the second I sleep for good, You’ll be there with a reason for me, So I’ll live like I always should. |
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Post by Darren on Sept 23, 2009 16:13:34 GMT
Really good those last 2 Ant, I do enjoy reading all the poems in here and hopefully something will rub off and I let myself go haha Hope more members will start to get involved soon, if I can have a go anyone can |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 23, 2009 20:21:01 GMT
I'm working on making this place big Daz lol. Going to get some thinking done and hopefully everyone will start writing |
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Post by Darren on Sept 23, 2009 20:28:10 GMT
Nice one and I'll help as much as I can, already been thinking of a way to get people posting but it's looking too expensive! Was thinking of getting some S&C "Thoughts" notebooks printed to giveaway to the best posts each week or something?? But it works out about a quid for each one!Maybe cheapo pens instead?? Sorry to go off topic a bit  |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 23, 2009 20:30:17 GMT
I like that Darren, f*ck it if it's to expensive though. Cheapo pens sounds good, anything like that. I'd post more if there was an exclusive pen involved, adds extra incentive Will look at stuff like that myself, good thinking |
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Post by dontask on Sept 24, 2009 23:30:26 GMT
I actually forgot I ever had this, got a feeling I posted it before, but ey it's one I love and hold close top notch little story from Ant: My words will be whispered in only your ears, But in everyone the echoes will be found, All I’ve told you in the ever distant past, Will never hurt us and never make a sound, Swiftly forgetting the torment I suffered, And all the knifes that were thrown at my back, It’s not how you go down but how you get up, Because the desire for life is something I’ve never lacked, Beaten down to the dirty ground, Knees grazed as I weep on the floor, Only one thing kept me going through the rain, And it was you behind that closed door, You’re the reason behind the words, That will one day change the way we live, I simply couldn’t say this whilst bearing life on my own, Because I would have nothing to say or give, The reasons behind most good in life, Seek refuge in a distant lie, But on this occasion I dug out the truth, And you’re in my world living in my eyes, From the moment dawn breaks through my door, To the second I sleep for good, You’ll be there with a reason for me, So I’ll live like I always should. look ant im happy for you! and im gonna let you finish, but scruff had one of the best poems of all time |
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Post by dontask on Sept 24, 2009 23:38:50 GMT
Processed meat and plastic gin,
thinking differently is a sin,
you couldnt ask for anything more,
when you lived in 1984.
the slightest rebellion takes your life,
you feel resentment towards your wife,
they tell us the rules of war and peace,
disagree? you'll face the thought police.
Then it occured, so peculiar,
the confession of love from Julia,
perhaps we could hope for something more,
trapped in 1984.
Risking life to see the other,
the slightest mistake could blow your cover,
the mistake this time is trust,
and the hopes of happiness turn to dust.
You wont sell her for anyone,
not until visiting room 101,
no chance for change anymore,
forever in 1984.
rebellion and love is what they sought,
yet its still an encouraging thought,
that even within the endless night,
they could find the tiniest of lights.
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