POEMs.....

[KHinfcube22]

Hmmmm.....Why doesn't any one here post poems?......I for one, like poems......There express things I'd never say........Kinda like forum posting....by more finesse....(Don't mock my spelling skill please.........).............Here......I'll start us out......

 

I Weep

 

I weep at thoughts

Of mornings dawn

Of what was there

But now is gone

 

I weep at thoughts

Of the days end

For which words

I did not send

 

I weep at thoughts

Of years past

Of the things

I did too fast

 

I weep at thoughts

Of the morrow

For all it brings

Is pain and sorrow

 

But weep not I

For those deceased

For their spirits

Have been released

 

I weep...

[YT2095]

probably because it`s a SCIENCE forum

[Dudde]

poetry could focus on why people find poems so emotional, thus causing them to fit into the psychology or sociology category;)

 

I just don't know any good stuff myself...though my cousin's written some good stuff, I'll ask her if I can post it sometime

[daisy]

I'm rather fond of Rudyard Kipling's "If" myself...and John Donne, T.S. Eliot etc.

[KHinfcube22]

I like some of Mr. Poes...Such nice colorful poems.......And who cares if this is a science web-site...Poetry belongs everywhere....

[Dave]

After having done GCSE English Literature, I avoid poetry like the plague.

[KHinfcube22]

You kind of people should be beaten upon the head with various blunt objects.........If any one wishes to check out any of my other poetry, check out forums.ffextreme.com......Its actually gaming extreme now, but they kept the forum name.......

[Dudde]

try to keep the serious tone of your posts non-directed at other people eh?

 

I'll be sure and check your stuff out;)

[KHinfcube22]

Sorry....I'll try to be nicer........Here is one of me favorite poem which I have written.......I entered it into a contest....Don't mock it too bad...........

 

Forever Illusions

 

I can't believe

The things I see

Are really whats

In front of me

I see her there

Her eyes so blue

Like a song

That I once knew

But is it her

Before my eyes

Or is it just

A bunch of lies

I hope its her

The one I want

For hopefully

My eyes not taunt

And so I sit

And so I stare

Wondering if

Shes really there....

[atinymonkey]

I'll have to side with Dave's GCSE comment here. I won an award for a poem I wrote named 'harbingers of decay' about daffodils, I was trying to mock my teacher through poetry. It backfired. GSCE poetry is goat poo.

 

You try appreciating Wilfred Owen when your 13.

 

http://www.emory.edu/ENGLISH/LostPoets/Dulce.html

[YT2095]

my childhood fave:

 

Twinkle Twinkle little star,

How I wonder what you are,

You`re a ball of burning gasses,

Turning into solid masses.

[greg1917]

I won a national essay writing competition three years ago, got a free trip to London out of it plus a double spread in th Times Educational Supplement

 

Got to see Hamlet at the globe theatre as well, crazy homicidal maniac if you ask me.

 

The play's the thing

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

[KHinfcube22]

atinymonkey said in post #10 :

I'll have to side with Dave's GCSE comment here. I won an award for a poem I wrote named 'harbingers of decay' about daffodils, I was trying to mock my teacher through poetry. It backfired. GSCE poetry is goat poo.

 

You try appreciating Wilfred Owen when your 13.

 

http://www.emory.edu/ENGLISH/LostPoets/Dulce.html

 

I only read the first sentence....I get what your getting at......I still love poems though...............They are all like meaningful......*Sniff*...........

[deamonstar]

might is right

 

might was right when caesar bled

upon the stones of rome,

might was right when genghis led

his hordes over danube's foam,

and might was right when german troops

poured down through paris way,

it's the gospel of the ancient world

and the logic of today.

 

behind all kings and presidents -

all government and law,

are army-corps and cannoneers -

to hold the world in awe.

and sword-strong races own the earth,

and ride the conqueror's car -

and liberty has never been won

except by deeds of war.

 

what are the lords of hoarded gold -

the silent semite rings?

what are the plunder-patriots -

high-pontiffs, priests and kings?

what are they but bold master-minds,

best fitted for the fray who comprehend

and vanquish by - the logic of today.

 

cain's knotted club is scepter still -

the "right of man" is fraud:

christ's ethics are for creeping things -

true manhood smiles at "god".

for might is right when empires sink

in storms of steel and flame;

and it is right when weakling breeds -

are hunted down like game.

 

then what's the use of dreaming dreams -

that "each shall get his own"?

by forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls,

who blindly sweat and moan? no!

a curse is on their cankered brains -

their very bones decay: go!

trace your fate in the iron game,

it's the logic of today.

 

the strong must ever rule the weak,

is grim primordial law -

on earth's broad racial threshing floor,

the meek are beaten straw -

then ride to power o'er foemen's necks

let nothing bar your way:

if you are fit you'll rule and reign,

is the logic of today.

 

you must prove you're right by deeds of might -

of splendor and reknown.

if need be, march through flames of hell,

to dash opponents down - if need be,

die on scaffold high -

in the morning's misty grey:

for "liberty or death" is still the logic of today.

 

might was right when gideon led

the "chosen" tribes of old,

and it was right when titus burnt,

their temple roofed with gold:

and might was right from bunker's hill,

to far manilla bay,

by land and flood it's wrote in blood -

the gospel of today.

 

"put not your trust in princes"

is a saying old and true,

"put not your hope in governments"

translateth it anew.

all "books of law" and "golden rules"

are fashioned to betray:

"the survival of the strongest"

is the gospel of today.

 

might was right when carthage flames

lit up the punic foam -

and when the naked steel of gaul

weighed down the spoil of rome;

and might was right when richmond fell -

and at thermopylae -

it's the logic of the ancient world -

and the gospel of today.

 

where pendant suns in millions swing,

around this whirling earth,

it's might, it's force that holds the brakes,

and steers through death and birth:

force governs all organic life,

inspires all right and wrong.

it's nature's plan to weed-out man,

and test who are the strong.

[deamonstar]

this one is my favorite. it is far too long to post here though...

 

rime of the ancient mariner

[atinymonkey]

KHinfcube22 said in post #13 :

 

I only read the first sentence....I get what your getting at......I still love poems though...............They are all like meaningful......*Sniff*...........

 

That particular one is especially meaningful, as Wilfred Owen was one of the great war poets. He died 7 days before the end of the war, after writing prominant anti war poetry during his service. He only continued to fight as he felt a sense of duty toward the men that he lead, that he could not ignore. The telegram informing his parent's he died arrived on armistice day (as peace was declared).

 

Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori

~translated means 'How sweet and noble it is to die for you country', the recruting line the Army used at the time for the most bloody war ever to be fought.

 

It was all just a bit to much for a 13 year old Monkey to take in though.

[KHinfcube22]

hmmm.....he sounds cool.....maybe I'll read it........rime of the ancient mariner rocks!......but thats not all of it is it..........oh well............................................................................GO POE!!!!!! (that last out burst has about as much to do with the previous sentences as rice and shoe leather......)....

[ydoaPs]

here is one i had to write for english class today:

 

Monkeys drink Vodka

and eat french toast.

Can I say that first line?

Man, that was close!

[klanger]

On February 13th 1989 I was a 25 year old mother of one 32 weeks into her second pregnancy. The following day I discovered a blister on my body and within an hour had several, I had chicken pox.

 

My doctor assured me that my baby would be fine, so I carried on as normal. Within three days my chicken pox had turned into a deadly but rare condition of two diseases, chicken pox with viral pneumonia.

 

I was put on life support systems due to being unable to breath for myself. Sadly my baby died that same day through lack of oxygen in my blood, it seems that when faced with extremes like this, your mind takes total control, oxygen rich blood was re-routed to supply my brain only. All my internal organs went into failure and as far as the doctors were concerned I was not going to survive. One month from the date I was finally strong enough to take a trip to the morgue to see my babe, a 5.7lb girl.

 

Well as you can see, I made the medical history books by being the only person to survive this particularly aggressive illness in the history of the Celle Krankenhause (German Hospital in Celle). The loss of my baby to me was huge, and for quite a while I blamed myself, after all it was my mind that re-routed the oxygen.

 

What does this have to do with poetry? Getting there lol just needed to give you a little history so that the two poem's I wrote four and five years on would make sense to you, so here goes.

 

Cassandra Jane 17th Feb 1993

 

Time heals the wounds or so they say

though long ago, feels like yesterday

the pains so strong it wont go away

 

I miss you like I'd miss my heart

the ache of an empty space

where once you lay trusting me

to do right by you and keep you safe

 

I let you down

now I must pay

till the end of my life

where we'll meet once again

 

I promise you my dear sweet babe

that when we are as one

I'll never let you go again

to spend your time alone

 

You have two brothers a sister too

she is the living image of you

I vow to you to keep her safe

as I know I should have you

 

 

 

 

 

My little girl 20th August 1994

 

Tonight I can't sleep for thoughts of you

they why's and if's I wish I knew

it's now five years along the track

and still so desperately I want you back

 

I never held you close and tight

on that cold February night

when you needed me where was I

sleeping drugged up floating high

 

I wish I'd given you something to wear

and placed beside you a teddy bear

instead you went just as you came

no goodbye kiss.... its me who's to blame

 

I never shall forget your face

the feel of your body my fingers traced

the sleepydust in the corner of your eye

my life was so shattered I couldnt even cry

 

 

 

Poetry isnt something I have studied or do particularly well, however I found it a very useful tool at time of great happiness and sorrow.

[Nevermore]

http://www.scienceforums.net/forums/showthread.php?t=9043&

[ydoaPs]

check the dates, yours is the repeat thread.

[Flareon]

I've always liked

 

'Fire and Ice'

 

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

 

Robert Frost

 

 

My favorite poet(ess) is Emily Dickinson. They are clever, concise, and many are like little puzzles to solve. I think this one would belong in a science forum:

 

"Faith" is a fine invention

For gentlemen who see;

But microscopes are prudent

In an emergency!

 

Another one less humorous one that I like is

 

My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —

In Corners — till a Day

The Owner passed — identified —

And carried Me away —

 

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —

And now We hunt the Doe —

And every time I speak for Him —

The Mountains straight reply —

 

And do I smile, such cordial light

Upon the Valley glow —

It is as a Vesuvian face

Has let its pleasure through —

 

And when at Night — Our good Day done —

I guard My Master's Head —

'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's

Deep Pillow — to have shared —

 

To foe of His — I'm deadly foe —

None stir the second time —

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye —

Or an emphatic Thumb —

 

Though I than He — may longer live

He longer must — than I —

For I have but the power — to kill

Without — the power to die —

 

Another one I like, very enigmatic yet poiganant at the same time.

 

I died for beauty but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.

 

He questioned softly why I failed?

"For beauty," I replied.

"And I for truth, the two are one;

We brethren are," he said.

 

And so, as kinsmen met a night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.

[YT2095]

Jack be Nimble, Jack be Quick,

Jack jump over the candle stick.

Silly F**ker should have jumped Higher,

Goodness Gracious, Great balls of Fire!

[klanger]

ouch!!!!!!!! lol YT2095

[Bettina]

You started it YT.....

 

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To have a little fun

Stupid Jill forgot her pill

And now they have a son.

 

Bettina