Poem Thread

[alottaluv4axl]

Alright. I was thinking about this so here's my idea. Post poems by yourself or, by some author or etc..here, and we can discuss them. What they mean to us, did we like the poem, the symbolism or lack of, etc, etc.....

I'd start, but, can't find a poem at the moment:P

well, enjoy.

[2NaFish]

stopped reading ages ago. nevermind poetry. too much neglect lately.



anyway. when i was younger than i find myself right now i always liked this

The Thought Fox

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Besides the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

    -- Ted Hughes


any thoughts.

[alottaluv4axl]

ooo, very nice 2na. I find it quite suspenseful for a poem. I like the ending line, "the page is printed". Just seems....I don't know, I can't think of the word, lol, but I like it.

[2NaFish]

past the obvious story of seeing a fox and its monements, its an explanation of the creative process/genius whilst at the same time describing the actual writing of the poem itself. at one point i thought it a bit presumptuous to write a poem about creating genius and linking it to your own work; but if you're able to do it well then i guess you've earned that distinction.

my favourite part of the poem is the "eureka" moment. something about the line "Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox" that gets right up my nostrils. i can smell the fox and i can understand the uneasy and overwhelming feeling of having something just click - eureka!!

once thats done, the page is printed.

(there's lots of other little things - snow/blank canvas, footprints on snow/brushstrokes on paper. The fact that he has obviously stared at the clock for hours beating this out himself. And the words "brilliantly, concentratedly" sound beautiful.)

[jessica]

the ones i wrote are on previous pages on this section under " jessica"

[Lucky]

I walk these streets alone,
with anger in my heart,
this road is pawed with fears,
I leave a trail of tears.

this is the beginning of a poem I wrote few years ago.
and damn green day stole my first line

[wyldechild]

as I looked into you
and I always saw joy
but when I got to know you
I saw life tossed you to corner like a toy
the person you loved the most is now gone
life took him away , but girl still you're not alone
the one you love is still here you just cant see him
but in your heart of gold I know you can feel him
he will live in you he will never leave you
girl I hope you know that and that you will continue
live your life to the fulliest and fullfill your dreams
girl you're not alone, I will make sure it wont end in tears

for my dear dear friend... stay strong  

[2NaFish]

some prick was telling me earlier i should raise a toast to queen elizabeth II (i asked him if there had ever been an elizabeth I of scotland. no reply) on her upcoming birthday because she was my queen and i was her subject. fuck that, i'm the man o' independant mind...

"A Man's A Man For A' That"

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, an' a' that
The coward slave, we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Our toil's obscure and a' that
The rank is but the guinea's stamp
The man's the gowd for a' that

What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A man's a man, for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Their tinsel show an' a' that
The honest man, though e'er sae poor
Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord
Wha struts an' stares an' a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
His ribband, star and a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that

A prince can mak' a belted knight
A marquise, duke, an' a' that
But an honest man's aboon his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that
For a' that an' a' that
Their dignities an' a' that
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank that a' that

Then let us pray that come it may
(as come it will for a' that)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth
Shall bear the gree an' a' that
For a' that an' a' that
It's coming yet for a' that
That man to man, the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that


Robert Burns

[sisterofyu]

Daddy" Warbucks
Anne Sexton
In Memoriam

What's missing is the eyeballs
in each of us, but it doesn't matter
because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
You let me touch them, fondle the green faces
lick at their numbers and it lets you be
my "Daddy!" "Daddy!" and though I fought all alone
with molesters and crooks, I knew your money
would save me, your courage, your "I've had
considerable experience as a soldier...
fighting to win millions for myself, it's true.
But I did win," and me praying for "our men out there"
just made it okay to be an orphan whose blood was no one's,
whose curls were hung up on a wire machine and electrified,
while you built and unbuilt intrigues called nations,
and did in the bad ones, always, always,
and always came at my perils, the black Christs of childhood,
always came when my heart stood naked in the street
and they threw apples at it or twelve-day-old-dead-fish.

"Daddy!" "Daddy," we all won that war,
when you sang me the money songs
Annie, Annie you sang
and I knew you drove a pure gold car
and put diamonds in you coke
for the crunchy sound, the adorable sound
and the moon too was in your portfolio,
as well as the ocean with its sleepy dead.
And I was always brave, wasn't I?
I never bled?
I never saw a man expose himself.
No. No.
I never saw a drunkard in his blubber.
I never let lightning go in one car and out the other.
And all the men out there were never to come.
Never, like a deluge, to swim over my breasts
and lay their lamps in my insides.
No. No.
Just me and my "Daddy"
and his tempestuous bucks
rolling in them like corn flakes
and only the bad ones died.

But I died yesterday,
"Daddy," I died,
swallowing the Nazi-Jap animal
and it won't get out
it keeps knocking at my eyes,
my big orphan eyes,
kicking! Until eyeballs pop out
and even my dog puts up his four feet
and lets go
of his military secret
with his big red tongue
flying up and down
like yours should have

as we board our velvet train

[sisterofyu]

The Fury Of Abandonment
Anne Sexton


Someone lives in a cave
eating his toes,
I know that much.
Someone little lives under a bush
pressing an empty Coca-Cola can against
his starving bloated stomach,
I know that much.
A monkey had his hands cut off
for a medical experiment
and his claws wept.
I know tht much.

I know that it is all
a matter of hands.
Out of the mournful sweetness of touching
comes love
like breakfast.
Out of the many houses come the hands
before the abandonment of the city,
out of the bars and shops,
a thin file of ants.

I've been abandoned out here
under the dry stars
with no shoes, no belt, no heart
and I've called Rescue Inc. -
that old-fashioned hot line -
no voice.
Left to my own lips, touch them,
my own nostrils, shoulders, breasts,
navel, stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle,
touch them.

It makes me laugh
to see a woman in this condition.
It makes me laugh for America and New York city
when your hands are cut off
and no one answers the phone.


shes my favoriate poet, she had manic depression and unfortunately she killed herself

[alottaluv4axl]

Wow. Her poems were really deep. I could feel them in my bones as I was reading them, especially the first one. Nice find sis., too bad she died.

[sisterofyu]

yeah my favoriate poem by her cant even be found on the net its too controversial

[estrangedfora7]

Nothing's to controversial for the internet.

[bucketsixx]

some prick was telling me earlier i should raise a toast to queen elizabeth II (i asked him if there had ever been an elizabeth I of scotland. no reply) on her upcoming birthday because she was my queen and i was her subject.

That is fucking unbelievable. I'd have stabbed him for that.