The Battle of the Hipforums Top Poets!!!

double post.

 

it ain't gonna be me =P

i like lozi's poetry most =)

 

I'm staying away from this thread. And Lozi don't take any of the comments made to you here seriously. They just want to get into your pants.

 

*dry tone* oh joy i feel so.....flattered?

*GASP*

 

Weighty? No... I find them senseless and stupid.

Any moron can connect nice sounding words... but few people can make it work.

 

I like this a lot I can really relate to it

 

Battle? Top poets? = Popularity Contest? *gags*

 

Thanks for your wonderful opinion. Sounds like you are Scared to me!!

A great poet is open-minded and can understand ALL styles of poetry. At least I was real enough to actually post some of my own poetry in this thread, just to get the thread rolling. I didn't want to start a thread and not put anything in it. I really enjoy reading poetry. I used to write poetry, when I had time, but gave it up a while ago. This thread was intended to showcase all styles of poetry, from all age groups, if that fits you, well go for it!!!!

So, if you think this thread is a popularity contest, well you have a wonderful mind, indeed!!!

 

I thought I would post it here, also




Like a fading flower in the spring seasoned sun
I feel most alone when together with Everyone

Petal by Petal, I fall apart
Each time one hits the ground so does a piece of my heart

My hands, I see them, they lie on the floor
Wish for someone to hold them, I can no more

My ears...my ears! Music, I can't hear!
The only friend I've ever had...now dissappeared

My eyes see the world,
but the world only sees itself
At the moment I rose into the sun,
I also began to sink, here, into man's pelf


Petal by Petal
I fall apart.
The landscape may be bright and beautiful
But the atmosphere is dark, dark, dark.

My legs, for them, can't, anymore, dance
Doesn't matter anyway, they never gave me the chance.

Petal by petal
I.fall.apart.

Each time one hits the ground, so does a piece of my heart

How dreadful! I am now just a pair of glassy eyes,
But come to think of it...the feeling isn't any different than the one when I was alive...









...I watch my arms rest silently on Her bed
It's a wonder, we don't notice the beauty in the dead.

 

I am a mountian that stands against your insults even so your words are as the tides taking my soil out to fall to the bottom of oceans of cruelty I may still tower above the waters that drownbut grannit is not my entirety I am built only of smaller stones that make up the whole of me that even your injuros wispers turn to sandstorms that break me down particles at a time .Still plants of love that have taken root replinish that which you try so reletlessly to tair down a neverending process that has sent me towering above yor distructive waves long ago I am a mountian but to a mite so is a grain of sand.

 

As a Willow I bend as the winds of time breeze past me.
As a Shadow I see where I came and where I will return.
As a Star I shine brightly on the shore making the waters sparkle.
As Rain I wash the forests clean from the dust from which I came.
As Life I come forth in beauty and bring love and joy.
As Death I return to the source that created me.
As the River I flow into the seas of eternity.
As destiny I become one with the Light.
As Woman I give birth to the essents of life.

 

my turn

She Dances

"She dances in seven rings of fire
Seven rings of everlaping of baze
The flames kiss her body all over
She is as one with the fire around her

When one flame dies, another is born
creating one everlasting loop of movement
She has the beauty of a goddess
A beautly that can not be denied

Callenge not this firewoman
A creature of passion magick cannot be tamed
many men have tired to touch the fire
many men have been burned by her passon

But one has came close to be with her
a man of ice, the coldhearted one
this one's heart has been warm by her grace
they met at the castle in the sky, he saw her dance

they dance in the sky, never being able to touch"

 

I like that

You may like this I did some years ago http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14553

 

Life is love is truth
Bend your neck and see it
Heaven winning countless hearts
Is never won by force.

Mercy guide me straight
Justice be my footfall
May the pen of journeys' end
My faithfulness endorse.

Charity my path
Patience my good highway
Fruitful are the many boughs
That dangle o'er my course.

 

Thanks guys for the beautiful poetry...keep them coming!!!!

 

Even though I dead and gone
with your life you should carry on
You should feal no remoarse for me
cause my soul is finaly free
Once I used to be so full of sin
see me now as I should have been
When i walked as a mortal man
I never thaught I would understand
Now your mind can be at ease
now I have found my total peace
Finaly I see why I was born
its for your love I so adorn
Now that my life on earth has ended
I can see what the lord intended


written by Jom for John Mark Hood
may he rest in peace

 

Push push back
Youll only have
a chance on a back attack
Always remember
I will react
Retaliation is a fact
Try your luck
if you dare
But you better bewair
Ill loose controle
and just wont care
The way I take you
wont be fair
Please dont make me
take you there
JOM {there is a shit load more where those came from but I dont wanna hog the thread}

 

Riverbed Souls
By Damaya

Rain showering down;
Through my being.
My heart in the mist to drown;
Bone prison ceiling.
Purifying my soul,
Present yourself to the rain.
Cleaning out the hellhole
In my bodies domain
There it goes,
Trickling through the bones.
There is shows,
Stifled between the moans.
Heart pregnant
With the colorless spray of sky’s tears,
Cool wistful current,
All dryness clears.​

 

This poem I wrote is about nature and sex...

Wedded Birth
By Damaya

In bloom through the gentle padded soil
Through the air.
Inhalation.
Nature’s tears pour upon the soft-petaled flower
It feeds on the colorless liquid
Blooming even more beautiful
Growing
From an infant, soiled into a seed
To an outstanding radiant-soft flower
Petals a soft crimson color
Stem a moist green
The sun wraps the flower into it’s
Sturdy, tender grasp.
Feeling the warmth surround it.
Its stem grows into a vine.
A vine filled with pickle-green leaves
Grows longer and longer
The vine swirls like a snake
Packaging itself around the gleaming warm sun
The sun turns a turquoise color
If you stare at it long enough
Wraps itself firmly but surely amongst the hotness
Amongst the blissful wedded sun.
The sun giving birth to earth, to nature…
​

 

"Inside"


There is a place not far from here,
Just beyond my imagination.
A place I run to so far away, this place I stay.
Hidden in the deepest corners of my mind,
Is this place, in this small almost empty space.
The oceans of my place are the darkest of blue.
The sky is dark red always on fire, burning with lost desire.
Emotionally drained, completely consumed by apathy.
My eyes lifeless, from a lifetime of sorrow.
My hands weak and hang at my sides.
I sit upon the sands of silver and gold.
There are flowers in the sand
All different colors, blues, purples, pinks, yellows, oranges,
However some flowers have died,
I look out at the darkness of the ocean
Everything colorful and bright, the colors of all my emotions.
Yet I am painted in black and white.
I dig my toes into the sand I feel no warmth, I feel nothing anymore.
I long to cry, long for a tear to fall, but alas none come at all