Poems

[IJesusChrist]

Feel free to post your own. I had compiled all of mine from 2009-2010 winter in this file.

Some are stream of thought, some are giddy, some are dark - but they all revolve around the absence of sun, the importance of life, and the reading of not what is there, but also that which is not... enjoy, or get very confused.

https://rapidshare.com/files/926931339/ ... _Poems.txt

 

[ararat]

Sometimes I forget who I am
it makes me sad
at times I remember
and I feel glad


I'm a poor poet

 

[Crimzen]

*sigh* i wish i could add to this thread but the vast majority of my poems got lost in hyperspace when my old hard drive broke

this threads a great idea, im surprised it hasnt been made until now..

 

[ararat]

don't trust your personal belongings to hyperspace, it's a bitch. lost a few photos that way as well. a pen and a moleskine notebook, that's all you need and it doesn't need power and you can write anywhere, it's lovely and even a bit romantic

 

[Crimzen]

yep, i've learnt my lesson, i now use pen and pad for most of my scrawlings
I still have an old poem that i printed out from when i was about 18, wen i get a free minute, possibly later today, i'll type it up
its kinda long and vastly unstructured as its meant to be spoken word

 

[IJesusChrist]

These came from my other computer - it was the only reason i salvaged the hard drive, to get these poems. heh.

Here's a very grim one (sorry) that I wrote in highschool, but since its right here I'll write it out:

I saw what is was,
I was not impressed.
I dreamed, I hoped to lay to rest.
But such a truth did not conceive.
So here I remain,
So hard to breath.

ehh.. thats a bit of a harsh poem. How bout one off the top me ol' head?

The moon and stars shine the trail
Letting us dance upon our sail
We drift and swim upon the sea
Forgetting life's irony.

Our love so strong on a night like this,
Only in empathy can I trade my bliss.
Take a dip, a swim, a dive,
And here we merge all divides.

eh? nice? yay. happy.

 

[Crimzen]

thats cool man, you clearly have good timing(?official word for this elludes me atm, metre?)

So i dug out my old book and found the poem i mentioned
Its got about zero structure but content-wise im happy with it, kind of marks a time in my life where i was a confused teenager but finding a sense of self
(forgive the personal references and the mumbo-jumbo in the poem plz)

Who am I?
The bastard son of an immature father
the strong child of an only mother, one and only parent
its apparent that i hold no defined identity
a normal life and knowledge of self, i lack these amenities
i dont know my ancestors, i hardly know who i am
i wish a had a family tree, or at least a diagram
pointing me in the right direction, not an intersection
nor misconception of depth perception, leading me astray
for a stray is all i am, I am, the name of your god does not describe me
the souls of old spirits sent scribes from different tribes to try and bribe me
yet which tribe to call my own is yet uncertain
i look at different people but see only a single person
Who am I?
The bastard son of an ignorant father
am i the son of an immigrant farmer or a soldier wearing silver armour?
i know not what i am but i know who i am
i am me, i am myself, and myself is I
but who am I, i know who i am but who am I?
do i live to die or is there a higher reason?
should i prefer a colder climate or the warmer seasons?
im part norwegian, part irish, part german and now i hear part french
i dont know the entire mix and im missing the other half entirely
its tiring not knowing the past of my ancestors
the paths that they had left us are all but washed away
lost to me and to my children for forever and a day
oh no my children, what will i tell them when they are born, that they're australian?
a nation born of convicts, murderers and thieves, founded on oppressive beliefs?
no, i'll tell that that they're angels, not gods but my own
when my seeds are sown i'll wait until they're grown to tell them im an unknown
Who am I?
The bastard son of a senseless father
in the words of the christian god, I AM
and though my heads weighed down with thought, my heart weighs half a gram
I am I

Aaand thats it, re-writing it i realise that i've changed so much since i was 18

 

[Crimzen]

Found another one in another old book (thanks IJC you got me looking through my old books and bringing back memories and i missed my bus lmao)

What a perplexing perspective behind perspex,
inspecting, persons objectives and learning their lessons
im yearning her essence, this burn is unpleasant but spurn is a blessing
I'll discern evanescence
Are these words or sentences? syntax is evidence
of certain elements
everything relative

 

[IJesusChrist]

haha, both interesting in different ways.

The first is some late teenage angst I see. My father was also a fairly ignorant man in raising me, however he was there, and lucky for me - he has radically changed. Very amazing in fact when I think about it how much anger he has lost since my younger days. I blame him for my social ineptitude at times, but I also realize he has given me the chance to avoid what he once had, and that experience, although dreadful, will be constructive if I am to have children. I don't think I would be grateful for his early ignorance, had he continued with his anger...

The second I like too - more of what I started with, playing with words, stream of thought. I think it is good for creativity.

 

[Crimzen]

thanks for the feedback
the first is definitely loaded with teenage angst haha
i never met my dad til i was 13 and even then i spent some time with him for a couple of days and havnt seen or heard from him since, i dont hold any real negative feelings towards him anymore, hes basically non-existant to me, just a person who i met once
i did have some hang-ups for awhile about not having a father, missing out on certain lessons and experiences that i could have had but it is what it is and i am who i am because of this, long since accepted

Yea i really enjoy playing around with words, i had a poem that i filled with contradictions that in the end made sense, i wish it still existed so i could put it on here (dammit)

I wrote this earlier this year

This perplexed vexation has got me fixated upon,
the convex and concave, complex foundation that im on,
theres no remedy for thoughts and memories forever gone
do we straighten out the lines cause the curves go on too long?
see i dont really seek the answers im just tracking down the question
i wonder if the things ive learnt really postulate as lessons

 

[nomibucha]

I really like the poem daffodils .daffodil is one of the my favorite poems

 

[Malouz]

"I got a pocket full of med
Everything but sudofed
No fear about the fed
I feel like i'm going to end up laid
Either that or the streets will be my bed
Damn, these benzos are getting to my head"

Benzodiazepoem

 

[PeterPete]

nice set of poems how i wish i can create a piece like yours