Post your emotion poems here {poetry club}

[denial]

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" ...softly ... I caress your breasts ... can you feel me ....

in love....."


-denial

[rosh]

awesome, cant wait to see what the 2 of you come up with ! =)

[QueenBee]

Wow Denial... *Wipes a tear* You have no idea how touched I am by that poem.. ohh.. *wipes another tear* I promised myself not to cry! "I caress your breasts" = I am so touched by that..! I can feel it in my soul, such a powerful emotion.

[denial]

awwww.. I don't know.. is it grammatically wrong to "caress your breasts" ? ..well . this poem is hard .. you know my english .. ..........s....u...c...k.....

[QueenBee]

denial, huh? Nope it's not grammatically wrong AT ALL! And your english doesn't suck

Rosh, congratulations on your 300th post

[denial]

" ...I closed my eyes .. in desperately ...wanting you ....
in my silent .. can you hear me .. screaming ..?"

[rosh]

Originally posted by QueenBee

Rosh, congratulations on your 300th post

hehe yeah after a yr ive finally made it thanks queenie ! i was born a month late [my poor mother] my brother always said i took my time being born and have taken my time through life ever since. that must be why i took so long to get to 300

[QueenBee]

rosh, cool I was born 3 months too early.. donno how that changed my life

[cirrus]

I'm very proud of you denial. I couldn't imagine writing poetry in a foreign language. You've got skill!

okay, I guess I'll get in on the action

I wrote this for my senior english class. The assignment was to write a poem about a painting. I chose Picasso's "the Tragedy". we could interpret it any way we chose, we just had to write what the painting was to us. You can see it here : Picasso - Tragedy

Tragedy

We are dry on the land,
But drowned in the blue
That touches every shore of our hearts,
And washes away every grain
Of our existence.
These ragged clothes are heavy,
Like a life we have worn thin,
With no defense against the cold
That burns in our souls.
And we are hungry for the sun
Outstretched in your hands,
To warm our worries,
And melt our fears.
But we are forgotten.
Rags on the seashore.
We stand small.
Eaten away by the waves
Until nothing remains.
This is our tragedy.

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This is one more. I originally wrote it to a song by a russian artist. i couldn't understand the words, so I made my own lyrics. I believe it works better as a poem on its own.


This Life Again

you told me
to believe
but I couldn't see

you told me
not to bleed
over stupid things

It's not for me
My heart
your hands
this life
again
And all that's left
It's not for me
my heart
the same
you're not
to blame
this life
again

[QueenBee]

cirrus, WOW.. what can I say? I absolutely love it. I'm kinda speechless.. The words are connected so well and.... it's just completely awesome, I think it reflects a meaning of the painting .. one of many meanings, since it's how about people interpret it I love it very much.. I donno what to say. :/ *Speechless*

Hehe, I usually make up words for songs because I can't make up melodies.. So I just take some melody I really like and add words to it, then I go singing it in my head..

[denial]

cirrus, thank you .. I like your "This Life Again" ..very much ..

[TaTu^HeRo]

The guitarist silently emerges from between the cruel darkness,
With his guitar polished with guilt and masked misery,
The silver trees witnessing his fingers plucking the strings,
In perfect silence he converses with his lost love.
The world spinning around his glass made dome,
Shattered stained glass watching his poignant journey,
The singing birds holding their breath and paintings stand still in awe of inspiration,
Lights reflected on his innocent virtue converge to draw one ray on his pale face.
Knock, Knock the strangers try to invade his solitude dome,
With fake smiles, fake youth, and fake sentences they strive to capture his essence,
But there is no answer only tunes that penetrate the glass in the speed of light.
The dancing shadows of the water-blessed creek mesmerized by his talent,
Like a lone star he stands still with no sound only his fingers playing frivolously,
The roman gods blessing him with the sensitivity of Orpheus,
His music enchanting the living souls and curing the crying eyes.
His tunes crawling into the book of mortality,
But finding no space for his beliefs and tunes.
The guitarist stands on the verge of infinity where no answers can be told or said.
Meeting his fatal end isn’t soon, cause his tunes are carved into the stones of immortality,
He lurks there in every corner of your thoughts the never-ending story of the Immortal Guitarist…

[febrika]

it manages to be expressed in any kind of way some say,
should someone do somethin about it in reward?,
it is there.
another expression that could not be fulfilled yet,
or never?

see,
hear,
touch,

unless we cheated with destiny

[Lux]

to decide
see light
hide for five
take fleight
they cry
no lies
make slight
blue eyes
your plight
her might
lift high
out of sight

[TaTu^HeRo]

whoaaaaaaa we're beating the www.poetry.com writers, everyone is posting amazing poems I think i'll create a poetry site for this forum hehe

[denial]

Feel

.... but I don't
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.
ignore...
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........*gone*
......
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...
..
.
then
everything is fine

[denial]

Я хочу спать
И мечта о Вас снова
И путь Вы берете мою руку
И путь Вы смотрите на меня

Я буду смущен
Но я буду следовать за Вами

Гора
Океан
Река
Люди

Это.. Ваши глаза...
И ваша доброта...

[denial]

Remember

I remember a pain
As a rain
In Southeast Asia

I remember desire
Someone
Loading the gun
Then shoot from behind
blow off this heart

Then
It is possible to start again
Or
Only disappear in the air

[noki_the_cat]

Life as we know it is merely controlled insanity!

[denial]

..bitter..
by my game

screwed facts .. intellectual f..
u..
.........................c..
k

.... done...

two fingers....

type...

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