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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jun 25, 2006 22:14:49 GMT -5
Uh... anyway, this thread is where I'll be posting some random poems I find or I wrote... Feel free to post any in here yourself. I'll start things off with a villanelle.
The Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem made up of five triplets with a closing quatrain; the poem is characterized by having two refrains, initially used in the first and third lines of the first stanza, and then alternately used at the close of each subsequent stanza until the final quatrain, which is concluded by the two refrains. The remaining lines of the poem have an a-b alternating rhyme.
These Castles of Sand on the Shore by Sultan Peppershaker
These castles of sand on the shore Attacked by waves from the sea-frame Won't manage to stand anymore.
The fragile walls we built before Were the start of what soon became These castles of sand on the shore
The building, so weak and so poor The waves, beating the walls so tame Won't manage to stand anymore.
I wonder, deep inside my core If, for these buildings, we're both to blame. These castles of sand on the shore
The sea emits a deafening roar. The structure I thought would live to fame Won't manage to stand anymore.
Like the balloons that started the war Nothing remaining will ever be the same These castles of sand on the shore Won't manage to stand anymore.
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jun 26, 2006 20:00:50 GMT -5
The virelai ancien is a poetic form originating in France in the Middle Ages. It uses a tercet of two long lines and one short line rhyming a-a-b to build stanzas. Each stanza can have any number of tercets. It uses a form of chain rhyme where the long lines of each new stanza rhyme with the long lines of the preceding one, and the short lines of the final stanza rhyme with the long lines of the first one.
Empty Street by Sultan Peppershaker
Traveling down this desolate street I think of the time we happened to meet On this lonely way But this ill feeling goes down to my feet With her gone, I feel incomplete Why'd you go away?
I look at the sky; the sun set for the day Tonight there is me and the moon, ash gray As I walk and think She left my soul in a state of decay It was once nourished by her love, a bouquet Our hearts beat in sync
Completely distraught, I lie on the brink I'm going slightly mad, I'm starting to sink She left me distraught Inside, I feel my spirit begin to shrink Her love, my only missing link A frayed lovers' knot
The only thing I need is just the thing she's got Love was all I had, so it's exactly what I brought I'm in the backseat I couldn't live without her, and so her love I sought But this old road and I are things she just forgot Think I'll die on this street...
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Post by werewolf1885 on Jun 26, 2006 22:15:46 GMT -5
*dons a beret and sits down with a cup of coffee to listen to Nathan's phenomenal poetry*I only have one favorite poem. I read it a long time ago, in, conveniently enough, one of my favorite books of all time, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. It's by Robert Frost and it goes like this. Nature's first green is gold. Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower. But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. From memory, that was. ;D Don't particularly know what kind of poem it is, but it always resonated with me, so, there you go.
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jun 26, 2006 22:22:57 GMT -5
Ah, truly a classic. As for the type, "Nothing Gold Can Stay" is simply four couplets put together.
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Post by werewolf1885 on Jun 26, 2006 22:26:44 GMT -5
*blinks*Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Naturally. Couplets. I knew that. Who said I didn't?
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jun 26, 2006 22:30:45 GMT -5
Here's one that's not my own, but there's some powerful imagery!
"The Luminous Rose" by Robyn Hitchcock
Oh the bodies of drowned sailors and dead airmen flounder upside down beneath the roaring waves and the fishes eat the flesh from off their fingers and the sea is so much deeper than the grave and the pale English stone stands alone over me oh the bodies rise and fall in slow motion as the flesh gives way to coral and her charms if you listen hard you'll hear the sea is breathing and she's waiting there to hold you in her arms and the pale English sun shone over me
oh the telegram is lying on the table you left it there you can't believe its true God finds you naked and he leaves you dying what happens in between is up to you and the luminous rose glows over me over me
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jul 3, 2006 22:27:26 GMT -5
Terza rima is a three-line stanza using chain rhyme in the pattern a-b-a, b-c-b, c-d-c, d-e-d. There is no limit to the number of lines, but poems or sections of poems written in terza rima end with either a single line or couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet. The two possible endings for the example above are d-e-d, e or d-e-d, e-e.
Honestly... by Sultan Peppershaker
This may just come as a surprise, but honey, I'm telling you now; I'm fed up with all of the lies.
I know you've been breaking our vow. Don't even try to lie to me. I suppose you're wondering how...
The signs are obvious to see Nearly impossible to miss. You can never let anything be.
No dear, no goodbye. No last kiss. I won't cry. You're no longer my light. To think you thought you could treat me like this.
Just leave. Get away. Get out of my sight. I'm not your slave. I won't see you tonight.
*snaps*
We have to snap after every poem.
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Post by Zhalin on Jul 3, 2006 22:29:49 GMT -5
*snaps*
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Post by ♥~Mel Diffy~♥ on Jul 5, 2006 11:50:46 GMT -5
*snaps* haha Just like a real coffeehouse. Dig it.
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Post by Zhalin on Jul 5, 2006 12:51:02 GMT -5
Well, it is called "Phil's Coffeehouse" for a reason...
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jul 5, 2006 13:11:15 GMT -5
And we're all wearing sunglasses and there's a smoke floating in the room like you see in those pubs in Amsterdam.
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Post by Zhalin on Jul 5, 2006 13:19:25 GMT -5
Exactly..... *snaps in approval*
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Post by ♥~Mel Diffy~♥ on Jul 5, 2006 15:41:08 GMT -5
I wouldn't know what the pubs in Amsterdam are like... lol And yes, I'm aware of the fact that this is, indeed, a coffeehouse, but I expanded the description a little to include all creative writing besides poetry a long time ago, so it's kinda lost its original purpose a tad...lol
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Post by sultanpeppershaker on Jul 6, 2006 1:17:01 GMT -5
I wouldn't know what the pubs in Amsterdam are like... lol Then you simply haven't been living.
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Post by ♥~Mel Diffy~♥ on Jul 7, 2006 10:24:19 GMT -5
If that's living, I don't even wanna KNOW what dying is. lol
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