I'm Rob! Hi there! So I notice quite of people post around here so I was hoping to gain some CnC for some works of mine? :3 thanks guys and I hope you enjoy my little corner of poetry~I literally just wrote this...I very often take peoples troubles and try to ramble on until they see some sense ^_^ Tonight I was inspired to write about it after a friend of mine threatened suicide (I figured that the best poetry comes straight from the heart...So I figured I'd show y'all where I was coming from with these~ If it just sounds stupid or anything I can always edit it out ^_^) Nattering on about nothing~ My life is fine, my intentions are pure I have an angel, her heart is one with mine I embrace anything that comes my way I take it with a smile And any time a problem arises I start nattering on about nothing As if I confiscate your knife Nattering on about nothing The story of my life I offer you my shoulders I offer you the world To make sure you don't erase yourself To make sure you smile once more So you come to me with your troubles Just like I insisted So I can start nattering on about nothing As if I confiscate your knife Nattering on about nothing The story of my life I watch over you with a smile on my face I watch over you while you smile with grace I can't help but laugh Laugh at how I helped put this smile on your face I didn't do much In fact I just listened Listened and started nattering on about nothing As if I confiscated your knife Nattering on about nothing The story of my life I wrote this one while my dad and step-mum were arguing...I knew my sisters could hear them and I was inspired by sea life so this one is derived from all those factors...It's one of my favourites of my own ^_^ The girl and the beast~ A small girl stands Eight, nine perhaps ten None-the-less arms spread wide Facing the fierce waves Each pillar of harsh water crashes The lightning crack And from the depths rise the tentacles of the mighty Krakken Sailors told sailor stories And mothers told of tales at bed time Yet to none was it more real Than this small girl Battling the waves of watery grave Defiantly waiting for the beast Eternity passed, bystanders in shock Storms raged and fires blazed Cannons fire, guns are popped But the beast could not be stopped It approaches the girl on the rocks The lightning in her eyes sparked It reached for her, striking fear and panic into all those present But the girl, the girl. What happened next was a miracle The girl and the beast Locked together in a sweet embrace And together, together they fall In sweet sweet harmony they sink to the bottom of the deep blue To make their reality last an eternity And to no longer be the girl and the beast I was tired and inspired by lullaby's I totally agree that it's not my best work but I like it ^_^ Hush hush, quiet quiet Hush hush, quiet now A mouse whispers in the night Hush hush, quiet now He received quite a fright Hush hush, quiet now Close your eyes Hush hush, quiet now Hush hush, quiet now Let the songbirds sing their song Hush hush, quiet now Have you heard something is very wrong? Hush hush, quiet now Into my arms and hush little darling Hush hush, quiet now I told a lie Hush hush, quiet now All is fine, I wanted to try Hush hush, quiet now I love you so, let us kiss And hush hush, quiet now So fairly often I'll remember a horrific nightmare...Be it recent or something long forgotten...But when I wrote this I remembered a particularly nasty one where I was pretty bad...And so I wrote about how a dream doesnt accurately show who you are at all ^_^ Curse of the mirror Once upon a time a man found a mirror It was a very peculiar mirror Who is the fairest of all? It did not tell But instead captivated me in it's spell Outwards and inwards Colourless, yet colourfull All in an instant the reflection stares at me While I end up being the one staring back at him Half colour,half a breath, half a sigh, half a life In sweet innocence I am complete But then why does the peculiar mirror show half a colour? The mirror breaks, the man smiles Whistling all the while He is free, he is complete so it seems The mirror was simply a thing of dreams I felt emotional about modern day war when I wrote this...The poor people of countries where dictators and rebels rise up and start killing entire towns of people at a time in their bid to rise to power...Senseless killing is horrific but somewhere out there it still goes on...And I wanted to write from the point of view of some form of victim Stories by the fire~ Join us around the fire As I tell my tale Of a life once lived And a home we once knew We stood our ground Watched the fire burn our homes Watched the fire burn our hopes People screaming, crying for help But none arrive as guns fire overhead Hours passed and the air doesn't clear Smoke passes and atmospheres thicken Death and decay, no longer can we fight I lost a leg I got lucky I lost my family I lost my possessions I lost my home But I have not lost spirit I continue to fight For if I don't more will face my suffering The killing won't end If I do not make a stand now No one ever will So join me by the fireside Warm yourself and eat For tomorrow I lead the way to freedom And a life worth living ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That is the end of my first installment of my very own poems. Any and every comment is more than welcome :) But regardless of any criticism you may have I sincerely hope you enjoyed the poetry ^_^ thanks for reading~
Hey, Rob! I was feeling somewhat in debt with you for your generous comments, so here are some equally helpful (I hope) interpolations: You have no idea how these particular lines struck a chord here, mate. The entirety of the poem is marvelous, nevertheless. I can see why this is one of your favorites. I really like the scene's description, the waves crashing and such. And you somehow managed to top that by comparing the lightning storms with her eyes, beautiful indeed. Hey, this isn't bad at all. It's got a really gentle and soothing flow, perhaps even gentler than a lullaby, I'd say. I believe there's more to this one than just dream-like identity. I see the entire matter of self identification - how one sees oneself, if you will - being brought up here. Great piece! Wow, this sounds just like an anthemn! Seriously though, I can easily picture people singing something like this. It really shows how powerful poetry can be.
Thank you so much for your comments ^_^ I'm glad you like them :3 I totally agree with the power of poetry...It truly is marvellous how simple words can create such strong emotions :) But really thank you ever so much <3 any feedback with this kind of thing is greatly appreciated~ EDIT: Didn't wanna double post so I edited this post~ I wrote this (Well I made it up on the spot) For my girlfriend to commemorate half a year of an amazing relationship~ M's Poem You are beautiful You are divine And after all this time I'm still so glad that you're mine I love you so very much More and more After every moment After every touch I made this poem just for you To tell you just how much I love you I don't think it's too bad I hope you think so too <3 <3 <3
