Another Random Poem Thread (BECAUSE I CAN)

[quote=The_Nameless_Bard]Unnamed poem written with words/phrases from the book Night by Elie Wiesel I can see fire! Dark flames of night, Burned away the spring sunshine so bright, Burned away the spring sunshine The depths of my heart were in pitch darkness, Surely it was a dream, a dream The Angel of Death had not yet found me? Was I still alive? Surely it was a dream, a dream, A dark assassin’s face I saw, Surely it was a dream I was afraid, afraid to stay Surely it was a dream, a dream, Surely it was a dream, But sleep had fled, had fled my mind Surely it was a dream, a dream, Do not lose courage, Drive out despair, Surely it was a dream, a dream, Find the true answers in yourself, Listen to the violin, And listen to your heart, I cannot go on, Surely I’ll have good dreams, good dreams Surely I’ll have good dreams Whose tear was that, that fell so soft upon the ground? Whether tears of sorrow or tears of joy Never shall I forget the face that shed those tears That fell so soft that day, that day That fell so soft that day The snow that fell relentlessly It fell so soft and drearily It fell so soft that day One last night for me to say Surely it was a dream, a dream Surely it was a dream But sleep had fled, had fled my mind Surely it was a dream, a dream Surely it was a dream I can see fire! White flames of…day! And they bring the spring sunshine so gay, They bring the spring sunshine![/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS]Dreams fade like fresh chalk on wet walls Dysfunctional reality like a girlfriend who never ever calls Bad days mix with good like a dirty martini Drinking it up in the shadows where no one will see me The saying goes, "All good things come to those who wait" The issue being that good things won't come unless it's fate No such thing as coincidence when bad things come in threes All one can do, is sit back, wait, and try to breathe Faded glory like the new-style faded jeans Intellectualism is nothing more than "have yet to fade dreams" The doers do what they can and when But the rest of us are stuck like a writer with no pen The truth of life lies in death Some people try to wait, holding their breath Those who know what comes when our days are over Are those who won't waste a wish on a four leaf clover. Dreams are what we wish to come true But I won't make a wish on things I can't do. I can't force her to love me anymore than I can make a fish dance But I know that there is hope, some slim, minute chance It's not a wish but hope that keeps my heart alive The energy I feel, like when I'm speeding down her drive It's no wish to make her come back to me Simply hope that someday we can both be Together.[/quote]

[quote=The_Nameless_Bard]It's so depressing...but one of my better poems imho EDIT: Epic poem jeffy EDIT 2: I wish my guy would write poems like that to me, except he's too intellectual to write poetry XD[/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS]:D TY I'm just inspired it seems...Maybe I'll write one that's a bit more cheerful.[/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS]Intellectualism is creativity in its weakest form. Creating something from nothing except pure inspiration is the power of the mind at work. Anything else is just an excuse not to have to talk, or write, or engage with anyone except to express their own personal take on any situation....If that makes sense. TL;DR: Intellectuals deal with infinite problems, and a set number of solutions. Creatives work with infinite problems attempting to derive infinite solutions.[/quote]

[quote=The_Nameless_Bard]Why can't I remember the damn poem... I just had it in my head and now I can only remember half of it.... DX[/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS]Spring rains bring forth what beauty the world holds Summer heat brings forth the beauty in woman more priceless than gold Fall sets us up for some late night masquerade fun Winter brings a lot of snow, too deep to run All four seasons love is in the air Spring rain breaths it into her hair Summer makes her sweet skin wet and tan Fall means comfy quiet kisses her lips Oh! So grand In winter we cuddle comfy and quiet by the fire In all four season our love is to be admired. Quiet nuzzles, bites, and licks Seasons bring out the most in all chicks To end this sweet poem I'll have to say this Nothing beats the kisses from her deep red lips.[/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS][quote=The_Nameless_Bard] Why can't I remember the damn poem... I just had it in my head and now I can only remember half of it.... DX [/quote] Ohhh nuuuu[/quote]

[quote=The_Nameless_Bard]What on earth is wrong with writing sonnets? Deterred by making then "pentameter-ed" I am so sick of trying to ferret- Out rhymes for me to use in my tethered- down poetry, so hard for me to write I wish that I could really write a poem but my emotions I can and will fight And my terribly bad rhymes you do comb this is all I can remember. It has one more stanza and two lines after that, because it's actually a shakespearean sonnet if you check the form. It was intentionally a badly written sonnet...[/quote]

[quote=JEFFY40HANDS]I likes it :D I'd have gone crazy as Shakespeare. Iambic pentameter FUUUUUU I'd say :P[/quote]