[Hukka55]

Since this is the Alan Wake community, and Thomas Zane is a big part of AW Season 1, I wanted to bring up this one thing: Any other self-taught want-to-be-poets here?

Here, I'll wave the flag first:

Down the Window

You step inside
take your gown off at the door
give me a glance that says:
"You should've known better.."

I don't seem to care
can't bring myself to say a word
nothing to describe
how sorry a guy can be

You have no right to be there
looking all sexy, you know?
Dress up again, would you love
and walk out now

That way we wouldn't
we wouldn't, would we?
after all, breakup sex
is not that cool anyway

You don't leave then
you still look like an angel
You still know how to touch me
and I am still yours to take

after, the world is still
we're both just raindrops
slowly down the window of life
we go

[Hukka55]

Anybody?

Ok, one more and then I will leave this thread to it's slow descent.

A Peace to Last

We, the Dreamers, are thus alike.
For our dreams we will fight, and we'll write
the future history less bloody than the past,
with our dreams we'll build a peace to last!

[pocketbannana]

Poems, everbody! The laddie reckons himself a poet!

[Hukka55]

Quote:

Originally Posted by pocketbannana

Poems, everbody! The laddie reckons himself a poet!

Yes. And I seem to be the only one here.

[shorty]

Roser er røde
fioler er blå
satan i helvette
hold kjeft

It got me into trouble at school when I was a kid. I'm never going to forget those lines.

[Hukka55]

Thats a limerick,not a poem. But hey, what the hell. This thread was a lame idea anyway.

[Fairbourne]

would song lyrics count?

[Salt The Fries]

^ If they are yours, then why not

[Fairbourne]

they are mine. lol I am a lyricist.

Here's a song based on (but not entirely on lol) Alan Wake that I wrote for my band Ghost Children.

I m Aw ke
©2010 Alicia Guy

There’s a message, in a letter
That you left there for me
In the sunspot, in a dark room
Where I was certain to see
I am missing, come and find me
The letter had said
I am lost now, in the shadows
With no place to lay my head

Believe me
I am awake
Find me in the house
By the lake

There is something in the shadows
That is coming for me
Left me empty, left me wanting
Made a shell out of me
Need to focus, hands are shaking
Furious words are typed out
Tell a story, of lovers missing
And the darkness that lies about

Believe me
I am awake
Find me in the house
By the lake
These nightmares
They cannot take
These are the things
That shadows always make

There’s a mystery, in a small town
A feeling that I can’t shake
Deception behind warm smiles
Everybody here is fake
In shadows lies the answer
In light salvation saves
Got to find the truth from lies
Before we meet our graves

[Fairbourne]

they are mine. lol I am a lyricist.

Here's a song based on (but not entirely on lol) Alan Wake that I wrote for my band Ghost Children.

I m Aw ke
©2010 Alicia Guy

There’s a message, in a letter
That you left there for me
In the sunspot, in a dark room
Where I was certain to see
I am missing, come and find me
The letter had said
I am lost now, in the shadows
With no place to lay my head

Believe me
I am awake
Find me in the house
By the lake

There is something in the shadows
That is coming for me
Left me empty, left me wanting
Made a shell out of me
Need to focus, hands are shaking
Furious words are typed out
Tell a story, of lovers missing
And the darkness that lies about

Believe me
I am awake
Find me in the house
By the lake
These nightmares
They cannot take
These are the things
That shadows always make

There’s a mystery, in a small town
A feeling that I can’t shake
Deception behind warm smiles
Everybody here is fake
In shadows lies the answer
In light salvation saves
Got to find the truth from lies
Before we meet our graves

[Hukka55]

That's very good, actually. Lyrics of course are very close to poetry.
I like to think lyrics are poems that have been fit to music.

[Fairbourne]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hukka55

That's very good, actually. Lyrics of course are very close to poetry.
I like to think lyrics are poems that have been fit to music.

Thanks. Here's the actual song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjNL1GdZZo0

[Hukka55]

Thanks, I actually was going to ask you for the song itself. BTW, would you mind if I transformed your lyrics into a poetic form and posted it here? Or just PM'd you the result?

[Fairbourne]

Go for it, should be interesting to see the results.

[Hukka55]

Yeah, I'll try. It's not a huge difference, just that poetry allows for more rhymes and larger bending in wordage, as where a song need to follow a different tempo and thus needs to be more.. concise?

[Fairbourne]

Yeah I know what you mean. I've written poetry as well and have played around with the bending of words... but then I always end up turning it into a song anyway.

[Explorer]

Trying to publish some of my poems ( ) later.

[arenee]

i wrote poetry through high school but not much after i grew up. my favorite poet is maya angelou. she's phenomenal.

[Zhinarkos]

Well, I already posted this on the art thread long ago, but since this is the poem thread..

Nature, Nature

Nature nature, what have I done?
Did I swim in your waters' blue, or pray on the land, heated by the sun?
Had I no clue of the beauty of the sand

Did I see the crown, on the top of the oak
Did I float above, the beluga below my boat

Was there no animal bigger then the whale
or a tarantula, smaller than a nail

Where oh where, did all the trees go
Like the flowers in the field, I miss them so

Did I see the blue of the skies above
or love, hate of friend or foe

Why is it so?

Why did I go?

Now there is no light or animal in sight
Spider and snake, oh how we hate
Why is it so? We all must have a mate
Don't fight, don't brake
The natural state
Of our planet's shape

For it is sacred and beautiful
not for us to take
but for something beautiful to make
for all of us sake

A place of piece
A moment to cease
place for men and mice

I am not worth for this perfect land
but I wish I may
Give the world my hand
As a sign of my side
I wish not to fight
Nor to take pride

Because I pray
of forgiveness of my crime
I will do the time
just to see the shine
of the light of my life

Nature nature, what did I do
I am humble, for thee I stand
for my world will crumble if I lose you

[Master_Moridin]

Here's my attempts:

Alone in the dark, the black of night
I wander along, lost and afraid

But then I think I see, out of the corner of my eye
A light to guide and show the way

But then it's gone, and I'm left alone
Within the darkness of my mind


Here be another:

Cursed Fate wrought a path,
I thought led to Paradise.
But from that way it turned,
And instead led to a briar patch.


And another:

Turtles dancing in the rain,
Frogs flying through the air,
You know you're not right in the head,
When an elephant's talking to your bed.

The clowns are riding penguins,
The gorilla's wearing sequins.
What the hell is wrong with me,
Stick around and we will see.

A bull ran into a rainbow,
Oprah Winfrey's vomiting snow.
I think I've got it now,
It's about the purple cow.

The cow's singing a ballad,
While I sit there eating a salad.
His words hold the clue,
Pointing to the car's shoe.

Perhaps its the smell,
The leprechaun won't tell.
I sip some tea,
That's the key.

The answer's in my eyes,
They're blueberry pies.
I scoop them out with a spoon,
Now I'm a cartoon.

I know what's going on,
All the butter is gone.
My mind is a maze,
Covered in sugar glaze.

It's a constant loop,
Bringing me back to the chicken coop.
To get the crocodile out of here,
I must do battle with fear.

The snake is my jailer,
The tree is a tailor.
My mind must not stray,
As the fox continues to pray.

The thoughts are more clear,
I'm pushing back the fear.
I open my eyes and see,
That I am free.


I was so bored when i wrote that^

[Explorer]

Later means soon.

[Viceroy Phoenix]

Non rhyming poem:

The axe falls hard,
slashing stone,
hewing metal,
fear writhes in their stomachs,
as the executioner,
masked and doubtful,
raises his axe one last time.

Rhyming Poem:

In the darker age,
the men stand fast,
against the evil phase,

for darkness blows within their minds,
and thought turns to the deeper mines,
where they imagine their bodies lay,
while slowly and surely they decay,

they draw their swords,
valiantly fight,
return the evil,
with such plight,
not even evil,
in all it's might,
thought of such,
a blacker night.

And so the lords ride fast,
against the time,
in which heads are hewed
and strung in stone,
the swords clash and shatter,
and thoughts turn to other matters,
the embodiment of evil himself,
rises from the ashes of his dead shelf,
and on the brink of Hells Deep,
he kills those in his way,
and laughs while he strides away.

Odd attempts from my stories, and relate to that of unspecified history; I'll do better next time.

[Explorer]

Wait just a little longer....