Poetry

[Super David Silva 21]

Few things i wrote the other day, i collectively call them utter nonsensical.


Mr Salt and Mr pepper sitting on the table, the pepper got picked up, the salt got left behind and the vinegar laughed it's Sarsons off.

Apples and Oranges sitting in a basket, later joined by the grapes, but the Bananas didn't wanna know.

Two raisins perched on a counter, one of them got ate whilst the other wept and turned into a Prune.

Five Ferries in the river, the river got angry and closed up, everyone had to get the bus.

The rain came falling down from the sky above, clouds where rolling in, but when they parted in the distance appeared a dove and then the Sun, with a cheeky little grin.

 

[Bill Walker]

In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

by Edward Thomas

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

found that very moving clevers

 

[toby]

 

[ali benarbia's studs]

check out lorca from 1800`s Espania.

 

[frankmaggle]

Why do I feel alone?
Is it the darkness of my soul seeping out?
Why do pretty girls grimace when they glance at my visage?

If only a bird were I
Soaring over the ground way below
Flapping and fluttering with the wind blowing my feathers

If a fence will fall
And if grass will grow
And if pavements roll on
Will I always be alone?

 

[Bill Walker]

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin

 

[Bill Walker]

One of the worlds most famous poems..


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

[TangerineSteve17]

I don't want to sully it but this 'Haiku' thread is so unreal to me. Restricts creativity, most posts mean nothing, it reads horribly... what the hell is it?

^This is a better use of words than the shite posted in that thread.

 

[DelToro]

I don't want to sully it but this 'Haiku' thread is so unreal to me. Restricts creativity, most posts mean nothing, it reads horribly... what the hell is it?

^This is a better use of words than the shite posted in that thread.

The discipline of a Haiku acts as a spur to creativity.

 

[TangerineSteve17]

I don't want to sully it but this 'Haiku' thread is so unreal to me. Restricts creativity, most posts mean nothing, it reads horribly... what the hell is it?

^This is a better use of words than the shite posted in that thread.

The discipline of a Haiku acts as a spur to creativity.

To who? Writers are egotistical/emotional. What sense does applying strict rules help?

Reminds of people who say poems have to rhyme.

It is late - I might get there at some point.