Favorite Poem

[alildevilish]

Whats your favorite poem?

It can be written by yourself or somebody elce?

Anybody wanna see one of mine?

 

[chidbar]

Gotta find a copy of mine but I would love to hear yours.

 

[alildevilish]

in that case

Gotta find a copy of mine but I would love to hear yours.

let me get mine to. I cant decide now lol

 

[Moi]

There once was a man from Nantucket.....








Now how did the rest of that go......

 

[brokenbrainwave]

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now–now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people–ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

 

[alildevilish]

one of mine

I cried for you

Following the sighing grin
Ever swiftly moving past the feeling within
Touching for the essence of what will never be again
I can’t forget the feeling of crashing against the wind
The moment burned right through me
I did what I had to do
The moment burned right through me
I cried all the tears I had for you
When will I recognize why you don't need me in your life?
I cried my whole heart to you every inch of my soul
Swimming in emotion these are the tears I've cried for you
Struggling to keep our existence if only you knew more
Drowning in the endless feelings all a part of my life
I'm overcome by oceans of pain only known by you and I
The moment burned right through me
I did what I had to do
The moment burned right through me
I cried all the tears I had for you
Ill never understand why you don't want me in your life
For the fear Id never be near you I cried out my thoughts to you
Blurting out the aspirations of my soul I did what I had to do
I feared Id never be with you, Oh I feared
I feared Id never be with you I did what I had to do
These are all the tears I cried for you
I cried for you

 

[alildevilish]

thank you

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now–now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people–ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

For sharing your soul with me. I can hear the bells.

 

[brokenbrainwave]

Re: thank you

For sharing your soul with me. I can hear the bells.

alas, then for you:
Desire
The temptation that you cause the longing that you hold
All lead to a desire and yearning that is better left untold
My days turn into nights and back to days again
Sloshing through a muddled trail as I am drawn into your den
Inequities and blasphemy it what the masses would say
As they try to drive me to my knees in a vein attempt to pray
Their God can save me from myself and my evil thoughts
If only you give into him and make it them I sought
Alas my fair one I rejoice in not what they see
It is not their idea of happiness but yours that causes my glee
Fear not is what I tell the ones that would lead me from you
I know of what I speak of I am certain this is true
There is no worry of fire and brimstone that crashes from above
Demons, imps, and serpents are merely tales that they love
Others may look down on me from the tips of their nose
For my idea of heaven can be found in gazing upon your rose
Detailed colorful and soft the folds they intertwine
This is my utopian its from this my soul it dines
Your flower it encompasses me yet it bedevils me from within
Fate however mocks me, allowing only expression with my pen....

 

[Dillinger]

I can't say I have a single favorite poem - it depends on my mood... but Octavio Paz is by far my favorite poet.

Touch
Octavio paz

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body

http://www.columbia.edu/~gmo9/poetry/paz/touch1.jpg

 

[perks]

Love's Distresses
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(1749-1832)
translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?
Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?
Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures
Used to taste, and used to give responsive,
Now is cloven, and it pains me sorely;
And it is not thus severely wounded
By my mistress having caught me fiercely,
And then gently bitten me, intending
To secure her friend more firmly to her:
No, my tender lip is crack'd thus, only
By the winds, o'er rime and frost proceeding,
Pointed, sharp, unloving, having met me.
Now the noble grape's bright juice commingled
With the bee's sweet juice, upon the fire
Of my hearth, shall ease me of my torment.
Ah, what use will all this be, if with it
Love adds not a drop of his own balsam?

- 1789

 

[alildevilish]

Re: Re: thank you

alas, then for you:
Desire
The temptation that you cause the longing that you hold
All lead to a desire and yearning that is better left untold
My days turn into nights and back to days again
Sloshing through a muddled trail as I am drawn into your den
Inequities and blasphemy it what the masses would say
As they try to drive me to my knees in a vein attempt to pray
Their God can save me from myself and my evil thoughts
If only you give into him and make it them I sought
Alas my fair one I rejoice in not what they see
It is not their idea of happiness but yours that causes my glee
Fear not is what I tell the ones that would lead me from you
I know of what I speak of I am certain this is true
There is no worry of fire and brimstone that crashes from above
Demons, imps, and serpents are merely tales that they love
Others may look down on me from the tips of their nose
For my idea of heaven can be found in gazing upon your rose
Detailed colorful and soft the folds they intertwine
This is my utopian its from this my soul it dines
Your flower it encompasses me yet it bedevils me from within
Fate however mocks me, allowing only expression with my pen....

I had to stop and look up a word. Speachless now

 

[alildevilish]

i like this piece

Love's Distresses
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(1749-1832)
translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?
Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?
Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures
Used to taste, and used to give responsive,
Now is cloven, and it pains me sorely;
And it is not thus severely wounded
By my mistress having caught me fiercely,
And then gently bitten me, intending
To secure her friend more firmly to her:
No, my tender lip is crack'd thus, only
By the winds, o'er rime and frost proceeding,
Pointed, sharp, unloving, having met me.
Now the noble grape's bright juice commingled
With the bee's sweet juice, upon the fire
Of my hearth, shall ease me of my torment.
Ah, what use will all this be, if with it
Love adds not a drop of his own balsam?

- 1789

I missed who wrote it

 

[alildevilish]

me again

Crashing

I ask myself lately
What's a girl to do?
When the waves of emotion come crashing in
Write me sonnets oh the picture
You create when you paint it for me
Its a little girls dream shed surely fall for you
Don’t be confused understand its me not you
I don't share the feelings you grow so well
You'll fall in love
Ill get lost, Ill get twisted
In the feelings you'd like me to be
Overwhelmed by the whole scene
When the waves of emotion come crashing in
Ill wait till my heart beats again
It’s completely an illusion to your soul
When you don't understand
I don't share the feelings you grow so well
Ill get lost, Ill get twisted
In the feelings you'd like for me to be
Emotions so raw crashing around me
You’ll fall in love
Ill get lost, Ill get twisted
In the feelings you want me to be
Ill wait till my heart beats again
What's a girl to do?
Emotions so raw crashing around me
Ill wait till my heart beats again
Let my heart beats again

 

[Demian]

I Cried For You...Now this is Writing

I had to turn the music down, because it interupts the flow...wow, that wuz Beautiful...I can't remember the last time that I saw threads like these...but then again I don't always remember past the last beer...but I'm really enjoying these threads...

You may not know it, but as well as your writing, I love Edgar Alan Poe...He always somehow touched the core of the Melancholy that I could never shake...And I've always had trouble getting past the Old English of Shakespeare...When I rented Titus, it made little sense...but then I watched it again with subtitles...and I loved it...but it wuz a pretty fucking sad movie

I don't know too much Emily Dickenson, but her story is so amazing...This thread has made me want to delve into her writings...

I also love the writings of Solomon

 

[alildevilish]

Re: i like this piece

I missed who wrote it

lol not anymore I see it

 

[brokenbrainwave]

I may have forgotten to say that Poe is the author of "Bells". Must give props where they are due, for in my humblest of opinions, he is the greatest American Poet to ever live.

 

[alildevilish]

Re: I Cried For You...Now this is Writing

I had to turn the music down, because it interupts the flow...wow, that wuz Beautiful...I can't remember the last time that I saw threads like these...but then again I don't always remember past the last beer...but I'm really enjoying these threads...

You may not know it, but as well as your writing, I love Edgar Alan Poe...He always somehow touched the core of the Melancholy that I could never shake...And I've always had trouble getting past the Old English of Shakespeare...When I rented Titus, it made little sense...but then I watched it again with subtitles...and I loved it...but it wuz a pretty fucking sad movie

I don't know too much Emily Dickenson, but her story is so amazing...This thread has made me want to delve into her writings...

I also love the writings of Solomon

Thank you .... blushes

 

[alildevilish]

now everytim

I may have forgotten to say that Poe is the author of "Bells". Must give props where they are due, for in my humblest of opinions, he is the greatest American Poet to ever live.

I see you I will hear bells...

 

[perks]

Re: i like this piece

I missed who wrote it

Goethe

Goe·the, Johann Wolfgang von. 1749-1832. German writer and scientist. A master of poetry, drama, and the novel, he spent 50 years on his two-part dramatic poem Faust (published 1808 and 1832). He also conducted scientific research in various fields, notably botany, and held several governmental positions. –

Here is a poem I wrote inspired by the time period and mentioning Goethe's poem. Not my favorite, but the style is.

Heavy Retribution
by perky_baby ©

So, ye thought to label me a whore?
In days hence I was lust’s courtesan
Staining my lips with thy cum,
And love’s distresses.

Thy cock whispered sultry sonnets to my skin
Delving, dipping as quill to ink
Discovering my liquid secrets,
And sweet fucking poetry.

Truth has shown herself scarce
Amidst the flapping of thy forked tongue
That drips lies, flattery,
And the essence of my foolishness.

Poor Bastard! Ye cannot beat Fate at her game!
For even as thou hast quit my cunt
Thy cum did not...
And a daughter ye shall have.

 

[brokenbrainwave]

Tie me break me make me scream in pain
My spirit is to strong I need to feel more shame
Life is like this its all merely a fools game
For we are the rotten bastards this is our stake and claim
Fate is what binds us fate makes us the same
We are her puppets we are glared at with disdain
Our strings are tugged we are brutalized then flamed
All for her amusement is she really this insane
At times I think I have broken free escaping from her mane
Then I see my hands in stocks and I hear her call my name
With a thunderous crash her whip attacks my frame
Beat me take me make me long for the sound of your cane
I am under your spell and it was back to you that I came

 

[alildevilish]

i

I can't say I have a single favorite poem - it depends on my mood... but Octavio Paz is by far my favorite poet.

Touch
Octavio paz

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body

http://www.columbia.edu/~gmo9/poetry/paz/touch1.jpg

love that picture

 

[alildevilish]

dark poem caution

No



Did you even hear me
I wonder if you heard me
Did you, did you hear me
When I said no
I don't know how to write these lines
The signals Id been sending out the fault is mine
A kiss on your cheek
You say there's a point where you cross a line
Then you have to expect the love is coming
Did you even hear me
I wonder if you heard me
You cant really love me
Did you, did you hear me
Did you even listen when I said no
I had to hold on tight
Can you help me write these lines
Tell me how to find the strength
I can feel my heart aching
How do I let myself be loved now
After you touched me
No, No you never heard me
No you never listened
When I said no

 

[brokenbrainwave]

Re: dark poem caution

No



Did you even hear me
I wonder if you heard me
Did you, did you hear me
When I said no
I don't know how to write these lines
The signals Id been sending out the fault is mine
A kiss on your cheek
You say there's a point where you cross a line
Then you have to expect the love is coming
Did you even hear me
I wonder if you heard me
You cant really love me
Did you, did you hear me
Did you even listen when I said no
I had to hold on tight
Can you help me write these lines
Tell me how to find the strength
I can feel my heart aching
How do I let myself be loved now
After you touched me
No, No you never heard me
No you never listened
When I said no

wow, thats rather personal and powerful. ty for sharing

 

[alildevilish]

Re: Re: dark poem caution

wow, thats rather personal and powerful. ty for sharing

lifes short ... so I always just go for it!

 

[brokenbrainwave]

Re: Re: Re: dark poem caution

lifes short ... so I always just go for it!

LOL is that not what got you into the vodka, at least according to another thread, LOL!