Post by Archagon on Nov 24, 2003 2:25:55 GMT -5
I wrote these poems for my English class. Some just plain suck. I have an excuse though - these poems were written under pressure, so I basically hated doing them and didn't try as much as I could've. But, I thought you might want to see 'em anyways.
PROTEST (I don't like this one, but I want comments on it please - after working on it and revising it (for 10 minutes), I got so sick of it that I couldn't tell its value anymore)
Les Animaux
I walk alone under the falling leaves.
Under the fallen leaves
I walk alone.
I see her.
I love her at first sight.
I love her like I’ve never loved before.
I want her now
Because I love her so, and I can never let her go.
So come to me, my darling
So come to me,
So come eat lunch with me
And then come date me;
For, after all, it doesn’t matter what we do
Between the periods of where I got you in my bed.
For they are mediums of getting what I want
For now,
And that is you
And only you.
And what I want
Is to be dominant.
I want to dominate you
For you are mine
Forever.
Forever you are mine
Because I love you so.
And we are animals.
We are but animals, my darling
And so I love you,
And so we love like two dogs should.
So come to me.
Don’t look at me that way
Don’t look at me ever again.
Bow down to me.
Bow down to me, bitch
Bow down to your knees.
You are a dog, I am your master;
Now bark for me.
She ran away. Dogs don’t have knees.
I walk under the falling leaves
Under the fallen leaves a dream
Is kept beneath
A slip of paper in my pocket.
HERITAGE (about my cat toy/doll/thing)
She Was My Love
The silent sweltering heat of childhood misery
Was but a hood put over many heads;
And thus, nobody dared to steal a look
At the expression of the dark within.
There was a cure – itself it brought
In form of Cat, a plush and pompous
Showcase of ennui to older men,
Yet something real to someone of my stature.
Together then through life we blared.
Wherever I may be, she was right there,
And sitting at my side to share my tears.
Could she be called a Love? My Kiska,
Something of plastic, fur, and thread
Injected with the caring of the hands that placed her into mine,
So, thus, with every squeeze, I felt their care,
And a delightful, raspy squeak.
Those times have long since lost their way.
My favourite childhood memory and wonder
Is now relaxing deep beneath my mattress
And gathering dust upon her weary eyes.
I know I’ve changed. You see that I am not
A little child anymore. But, if you can,
Please find it in your heart, whatever that may be –
Forgive my ages of neglect, oh little Kiska.
GAUNTLET (about hypocracy? irony? who knows)
Passé
Oh irony, you caught me at my worst;
You gnashed your teeth into my very chest.
I bled; I bled my truth away,
My knowledge and convincing truth,
My truth alone, into the silent darkness
Of merciless Hypocrisy.
Oh irony, you caught me at my worst;
You pounced upon me like a hurricane
And swept away my power,
My prowling lies and glowing power,
My power then you bled from me
And left me all alone.
MOMENT (nacht)
An endless sea beyond the clouds,
A plain devoid of screaming crowds,
A seaside splash, a gasping breath,
A brush with brothers Life and Death,
An icy wind to wash your face,
Eternity and its embrace,
An iron fence that stands alone,
The place it guards, entombed in stone,
The soul of poetry and song,
Quintessence of both right and wrong,
A marble plate, an opal ring,
The odes the shining raindrops sing,
The Night of Water, Black of Blue,
The bliss which touches but a few,
A dream, a touch, a breathless plea –
That’s what the night brings out in me.
I AM (comment please)
I
Am
A lie.
I slither in between
Forgotten words, and when
Somebody’s back is turned, reverse.
I spew forth strange, forgotten thoughts,
And sometimes people look at me, astonished
At my brilliance. In truth, it just conceals the morning dew –
Few quickly disappearing drops. And as they fade,
Within this life, I find that lying to myself
Is easier as time goes on. So thus,
Most likely then it is the truth
That this entire poem
Is but a lie,
Like
I.
ODE (I hate this one, it's too, erm, sugar-coated. comment)
Oh, how I seek a natural and glowing waterfall
Diffusing through my tangled hair,
And yet instead sandpaper scrapes away my skin.
Oh, how I desire to see a smooth and creamy smile
Lighting a warm and ageless face,
And yet I always see a scarring grin.
I’ve long since realized that I am but a barking dog
Clashing my teeth against the bottom of your dress;
I know I am to blame for tears of age
That long since trickled down your pale skin
And plinked repeatedly into the bleak abyss below
Where darkness reads another page of angst.
And yet, you might not know it, but all I seek is your caress -
Without you I could never shine.
Forgive me please, oh mother of mine.
RECIPIE (hmm...i kindof like this one)
Modern Love
Preheat to teens.
Take a pair of long legs,
A river of blonde,
And a vibrant voice.
Mix together;
Pour into a lonely heart.
Let it boil.
Pause only when mix
Distills to parchy shyness.
Reheat, then repeat
Until shyness turns white
And is condensed to hope.
Let hope flow forth
Pausing only when lost.
Take a droplet of angst
(Rejection will do)
And possibly, if steaming,
A cube of icy Leave.
Leave fizzing until cool;
When mixture simmers down,
Repeat from #1.
PROTEST (I don't like this one, but I want comments on it please - after working on it and revising it (for 10 minutes), I got so sick of it that I couldn't tell its value anymore)
Les Animaux
I walk alone under the falling leaves.
Under the fallen leaves
I walk alone.
I see her.
I love her at first sight.
I love her like I’ve never loved before.
I want her now
Because I love her so, and I can never let her go.
So come to me, my darling
So come to me,
So come eat lunch with me
And then come date me;
For, after all, it doesn’t matter what we do
Between the periods of where I got you in my bed.
For they are mediums of getting what I want
For now,
And that is you
And only you.
And what I want
Is to be dominant.
I want to dominate you
For you are mine
Forever.
Forever you are mine
Because I love you so.
And we are animals.
We are but animals, my darling
And so I love you,
And so we love like two dogs should.
So come to me.
Don’t look at me that way
Don’t look at me ever again.
Bow down to me.
Bow down to me, bitch
Bow down to your knees.
You are a dog, I am your master;
Now bark for me.
She ran away. Dogs don’t have knees.
I walk under the falling leaves
Under the fallen leaves a dream
Is kept beneath
A slip of paper in my pocket.
HERITAGE (about my cat toy/doll/thing)
She Was My Love
The silent sweltering heat of childhood misery
Was but a hood put over many heads;
And thus, nobody dared to steal a look
At the expression of the dark within.
There was a cure – itself it brought
In form of Cat, a plush and pompous
Showcase of ennui to older men,
Yet something real to someone of my stature.
Together then through life we blared.
Wherever I may be, she was right there,
And sitting at my side to share my tears.
Could she be called a Love? My Kiska,
Something of plastic, fur, and thread
Injected with the caring of the hands that placed her into mine,
So, thus, with every squeeze, I felt their care,
And a delightful, raspy squeak.
Those times have long since lost their way.
My favourite childhood memory and wonder
Is now relaxing deep beneath my mattress
And gathering dust upon her weary eyes.
I know I’ve changed. You see that I am not
A little child anymore. But, if you can,
Please find it in your heart, whatever that may be –
Forgive my ages of neglect, oh little Kiska.
GAUNTLET (about hypocracy? irony? who knows)
Passé
Oh irony, you caught me at my worst;
You gnashed your teeth into my very chest.
I bled; I bled my truth away,
My knowledge and convincing truth,
My truth alone, into the silent darkness
Of merciless Hypocrisy.
Oh irony, you caught me at my worst;
You pounced upon me like a hurricane
And swept away my power,
My prowling lies and glowing power,
My power then you bled from me
And left me all alone.
MOMENT (nacht)
An endless sea beyond the clouds,
A plain devoid of screaming crowds,
A seaside splash, a gasping breath,
A brush with brothers Life and Death,
An icy wind to wash your face,
Eternity and its embrace,
An iron fence that stands alone,
The place it guards, entombed in stone,
The soul of poetry and song,
Quintessence of both right and wrong,
A marble plate, an opal ring,
The odes the shining raindrops sing,
The Night of Water, Black of Blue,
The bliss which touches but a few,
A dream, a touch, a breathless plea –
That’s what the night brings out in me.
I AM (comment please)
I
Am
A lie.
I slither in between
Forgotten words, and when
Somebody’s back is turned, reverse.
I spew forth strange, forgotten thoughts,
And sometimes people look at me, astonished
At my brilliance. In truth, it just conceals the morning dew –
Few quickly disappearing drops. And as they fade,
Within this life, I find that lying to myself
Is easier as time goes on. So thus,
Most likely then it is the truth
That this entire poem
Is but a lie,
Like
I.
ODE (I hate this one, it's too, erm, sugar-coated. comment)
Oh, how I seek a natural and glowing waterfall
Diffusing through my tangled hair,
And yet instead sandpaper scrapes away my skin.
Oh, how I desire to see a smooth and creamy smile
Lighting a warm and ageless face,
And yet I always see a scarring grin.
I’ve long since realized that I am but a barking dog
Clashing my teeth against the bottom of your dress;
I know I am to blame for tears of age
That long since trickled down your pale skin
And plinked repeatedly into the bleak abyss below
Where darkness reads another page of angst.
And yet, you might not know it, but all I seek is your caress -
Without you I could never shine.
Forgive me please, oh mother of mine.
RECIPIE (hmm...i kindof like this one)
Modern Love
Preheat to teens.
Take a pair of long legs,
A river of blonde,
And a vibrant voice.
Mix together;
Pour into a lonely heart.
Let it boil.
Pause only when mix
Distills to parchy shyness.
Reheat, then repeat
Until shyness turns white
And is condensed to hope.
Let hope flow forth
Pausing only when lost.
Take a droplet of angst
(Rejection will do)
And possibly, if steaming,
A cube of icy Leave.
Leave fizzing until cool;
When mixture simmers down,
Repeat from #1.