Poetry
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We have a topic for movies, talented people & music but it seems there isn't one solely for poetry; thought this might be a good thread after seeing a post of poetry in the sports bar this morning.
Do you love poetry? favourite poet? do you write yourself?
Feel free to share your thoughts and/or others work
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Yes, I do write and have a lot of inspirations. So let's start with a guy who I had the pleasure to hear and hang out with at Manchester Metropolitan University -
And the last one with a great message about the form itself -
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@d-chosen-1
Well if you ask for own poetry, once in one strange day at 3 a.m., inspired by one song, I wrote something, in which better don't search much sence, but anyway it was just a trial
THE WOLVES DIE ALONE
There where the winter's sun
meets the dark horizon
is our omnipotent panacea.
Staring in the dark shadows
of centuries-old trees,
I am trying to find
the hard and excruciating way
to the majestic knowledge.
The knowledge of happy death
and non-existence…
In front of me, LOVE
measures for a moment,
I reject it with a swish.
What is even this, whether
it is something subjective,
it's just another person -
a bag of blood and bones!I climb up the ladder and
she! she stays behind me ...
I yell: what a secret is
hiding this cursed universe?!I hear moans and pain…
somewhere far away
a lonely wolf is crying
He is not so different than us,
another creature of the mother nature.
His life is losing sence ,
the death is coming,
he won't survive.And we will all die?
But how: sad or maybe…
happy, defeated by the life
or with a smile on our faces.
It all depends on us ,
but for him is already later:The wolves die alone!
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Great stuff guys!
Here is a poem I wrote for a song with my band (poem/rap)
Violet Daze
The violet hill
It stands so tall
A violent kill
Yet we really know it all
Shades of blue
It quenches through the flames
Shades of red
As we venture to the games
A mountain dew
A quest to the fame
True and undead
How we feel when it rains
Feels of dred
Run deep through your veins
A little bit of lead
We'll make it to planes
My soul is growing thin
Too small
From treacherous things
Will I fall?
I'm seeing rings
I made that call
To glorious kings
I will busk
Even if I fall
From dawn to dusk
I will stand tall
If you hear me out
I can prove it to you all
If I win this bout
I can crash through this wall
This is the start of the quest
The phoenix and the goddess
The way I'm laid to rest
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@alexander-6666 Oh, that's really good! I love the metaphors
~Manny M
"I either win or I learn, which in itself is a win."
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@d-chosen-1 That last line gave me chills. Great work. Keep writing!
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My only football-related poem -
Legend passed
A blood tarnished broadsword and battered shield lie in a lost tomb.
The Knights now wear their shield on their chests.
A club emblem replaces their breastplate.
A black band is worn like a Queen's ribbon, laced around the arm.
Shirts and shorts their battle dress.
Shin pads their rusty spurs.
A match their honour fight.
The pitch their battlefield.
The defence their armour.
The strikers attack the back line like the siege of an enemy's castle.
A pass replaces a parry.A dribble and tackle is footwork
like fray and clash of metal was swordplay.
A foul is a Black Knight's deed.
A red card is banishment, like Lancelot, to the tunnel.
A free kick like a lance in a joust;
breaks through the wall, knocking the Champions off their steed.
A shot cuts into the net like a blade into a foe's chest.The shout of female fans is the siren of modern damsels.
Feet wound supporter's pride.
Knights no more.
Teams fall through the divisions
like Kingdoms through history
Blood is spilt but no men fill the open graves.copyright 2004
Stewart TunnicliffAnother example on a different topic can be found on a webzine I have wrote for -
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@manchester-munch
tnx, buddy
