The PaWetry Thread So yeah, I write poetry, a bit, not much, anymore, but I like it. Anyways, that wasn't a very poetic intro, maybe i'll change it when it isn't 3 in the morning! XD So read on and please enjoy. This may be come more updated, you never know, any constructive feedback or post is appreciated! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had the urge, basically, to write a poem when I thought of my love and appreciation of women, their beauty and their patience for the males of man. So I came up with a little sonnet type poem as a result. Adam's Rib Spoiler The bosom, the breast and the everlasting love of a feminine form, that long cascading hair And skin as soft as fallen feather's of a dove, What more do I want then some tender loving care? Is it the bonding of our bodies that you fear? Connections more than touch, more than penetration I crave heart and soul not the flower you hold dear, To conquer them is my one and only mission Us, a ring that never ends or breaks behind bars, We are together, eternal, like the sunrise we go up into each other and shoot the stars on our cheeks, rose red apples, a snake satisfied The rib is only a shred of man, the best part. For it produced you, love of my body and heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I thought of the topic of Muses, and the evolution of said role as a muse by a writer. Hope you enjoy, another quick poem made on the spot, free verse this time. Also, sorry for the dreadful title, I couldn't think of any better. A-Muse-ing Spoiler I muse on my muse, scarlet features of your cheeks and lips so tantalising to taste, sweet lemon. Luck had me find you, in a gridlocked lane in London and through your eyes, found the highway to heaven. To paper pours my heart, soul singing Ahh, the words leak out of me, of my pen. This job use to be my calling, but now I feel a deep longing. I have to have her now, her lips and her cheeks, her everything. Forget these words, they waste my time my chance is now I need her and I can't think of work now. Muse no more, lover all the more.
I'm glad you shared this, it's really good. Perhaps the third stanza was a bit too mushy for my taste, but it didn't subtract from the general emotional intensity in the poem. I hope you will post more.
Why thank you. This was spur of the moment poem, I just sat here typing up my ideas into the thread and once I got it alright, the syllables of all the lines the same and some rhyming schemes in place, and all that I thought this should be ok. I only did it in about 50 minutes so I wasn't expecting much. Sonnets can be a pain if you stick to the rules of them rigidly, that's why I made it a more malleable piece. Anyway, thank you again and maybe i'll do more if people are interested
This is absolutely wonderful, PaW c: Currently, I'm tasked to write a poem - well a quatrain - of my own and I'm very uninspired and this just inspired me like dfoifhwoihoiaosas !!! <3 I really enjoyed it, and it's very genuine and sweet. I also like how it's tied to the story of Adam and Eve, honestly, I've always found that little part being quite morbid (but cool, but morbid) and you made it sound very nice and pleasant and you wouldn't even start thinking 'oh crud, they totally just got the dude's rib. from inside of him. ouch.' That thought doesn't come to mind. Not even for a second. Very sweet and lovely <3 So yeah, in general, I really really like it and I hope we get to see a lot more from you! n _ n
@DInny: Aww geez, that's too sweet of you to say! XD I am surprised but happy I got to inspire you to do some poetry of your own, and in an even funnier twist, your getting inspired got me inspired too! I thought of the topic of Muses, and the evolution of said role as a muse by a writer. Hope you enjoy, another quick poem made on the spot, free verse this time. Also, sorry for the dreadful title, I couldn't think of any better. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A-Muse-ing I muse on my muse, scarlet features of your cheeks and lips so tantalising to taste, sweet lemon. Luck had me find you, in a gridlocked lane in London and through your eyes, found the highway to heaven. To paper pours my heart, soul singing Ahh, the words leak out of me, of my pen. This job use to be my calling, but now I feel a deep longing. I have to have her now, her lips and her cheeks, her everything. Forget these words, they waste my time my chance is now I need her and I can't think of work now. Muse no more, lover all the more
Puns PUNS Spoiler: omg puns Anyway, I do love the first one, sonnets to me, are the best way to express love or pain. (Course others can do it in various forms.) The way it flows is wonderful, and I can feel the satisfaction of having a woman, yet the respectable appreciation thereof. The second one was a fun read. It was random in regards to the train of thought, which even of itself is interesting, considering the title. That last stanza was beautifully put sir. Ugh this is all so goooooood! Please continue to PaWduce wonderful poetry! EDIT: Ah poopy, broke my 1600 post count... But it was worth it.
I know Llave, puns galore up in here! It's how I roll. I thank you for your kind words, sir. I will PaWduce when the moments take me and I find a good subject to talk about. Yeah the first one was just random out of nowhere, really. I was remembering some of my past creative writing works, based on the poem, The Flea, which inspired me to make a sonnet from it. Glad people like it. The second one was just a random story of a writer finding his muse, getting better work from her, then ultimately his obsession drove him to be a possessive lover. A dark love. I'll post an oldish poem I made last year when applying for Uni that I haven't shared with anyone. Just gotta clean it up a bit since it's long.
Nice, these are good. Honestly I liked the first one better though. I'm not sure why . . . Anyway, these are lovely hope to read more from you ^_^
So update and shiz. Dunno wanted to write something, and I seem to have a fetish for Biblical stuff which I suppose comes from a background in great amounts of Biblical songs, texts, etc. I never would've said it ever had a big effect on my life, but my writing, well that seems to be a different issue altogether. Might also be something to do with reading Paradise Lost continually at the moment! Enjoy!!!!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shepherd's Keeper Spoiler Strange tides we walk, Iuda, betrayer Of the cause, creed. Suck of me, Of my breath, being of blood, coursing Through the dusty bones of Hell's True angels, faller of Heaven. Saints are sinner's, Iuda, but With lessons learned in Sunday's School, and a trial's dangerous Daggers, scabbard to sheathe in My own being, scarred I am now. Oh dear Iuda, oh my lover Of bloody messes, my murderer Who picks at those greater Than yourself, me, to live With bridal mazed mind, home Of past concubine. You Judas, rapist of worlds, Free doom to reign a kingdom, A free doom by reigning straight into me.
