i dont think dark poems are all that nice... i think autumn is a nice subject though...

he he, look at the last point, he he he

*clears throat...* Here's one I found when I was really really depressed... it was back in the summer...

If I could choose to live my life,
I would be your tear...
I would be born in your eyes,
Live on your cheeks,
And die on your lips... ;__________________________;!!!

Dam bling, u are good @ this

Dam, i wish i was as good as that!

Ohh, I've seen that one before, too. It's rather nice.

Nice...? It's depressing!

*sigh* Well, the 1st time I saw it, I thought it was nice... until I started feeling that way during the summer...

to be depressed with a shot of love sickness. Christ.

*holds hands up* Hey, I didn't come up with it, pal!

I feel that way sometimes, too, but I still think it's nice.

I just might be way off the usual scale of emotions then.

Consider yourself lucky...

But having emotions are good.

Mom, I was bein' sarcastic...

I was, too.

oh, ok. its still good tho.

lol ya that is a good poem lol well ya good peom

i like to read poetry, but i'm not that good at writing it...

In school at the moment, we're stdying the poetry of Carol Ann Duffy; and there's one that totally baffles us all. Even our teacher dosen't know what to make of it. I wanted to put it on the internet so I could see what other people make of it.
Any way, here it is.

Lovesick

I found an apple.
A red and shining apple.
I took its photograph.

I hid the apple in the attic.
I opened the skylight
and the sun saidAh!

At night I checked that it was safe,
under the giggling stars,
the sly moon. My cool apple.

Whatever you are calling about,
Iam not interested.
Go away. You with the big teeth.

thats good,

Right now my english class is doing british literature, so we're doing those old romance sonnets and such. We had to write a sonnet for class, so here's one I wrote. I don't think it's very good.

Nights of Dreams, Nights of Nightmares

Fleeting away like you’ve never seen,
On the hard, stiff wings of my psyche,
From my bland mind into a dream.
Going along the narrow mind’s spike,
Falling and fleeting like a bird,
Caught in the updraft of harsh wind.
And I am turned away by it; spurred,
Into this extremely troublesome bind.
Off I fall, down into my mind’s night,
Through this frightening darkness I glide,
On this most unknown, unexpected flight,
With the welcoming shadows as my guide.
Away…away…come take me to sleep,
And where my dreams, I shall keep.

Technically, I didn't follow the guidelines because I didn't do iambic pentameter or the 10 syllables per line thing, but I think it's better this way.

Ohh, the sonnet is nicely done, alchemistgirl zero. I like this rhyme scheme best, and nice work on the diction.

@ alchemist zero Nice, I like reading poetry, just not writing my own. My favorite poets are Emily Dickenson,Sylvia Plath, and Robert Frost. Alot of others, that I can't think of at the moment.

nice poem man i havent wrote in here for a while

"The Endless Journey"

From beyond the shattered sky
Direct light pours down
And questions the petrified me
Swaying between dream and reality,
Being stirred by the wind blowing from the past to the future
Take away what is real Walk on
Humming the song of hope,
I walked with you through the valley of emptiness
Until today, and from tomorrow on The endless journey goes on
If I'll keep walking driven by the pain
That seems to flow out of me,
The door will finally open before me There is nothing to protect
Only things that need to be destroyed
Always end up in my hands Shine on
The river carries rain to the sea
Sunlight shining on the ground
Keeps creating the mystery of life Everything will keep on changing
Time, the universe, and the future
And I'll keep on changing too
That's how everything new is created The endless journey goes on
If I'll keep walking driven by the pain
That seems to flow out of me,
The door will finally open before me

@BlueDrivesMonster: that was nice

I don't know why but I'm GREAT at writing dark poetry! Like death and blood and stuff, it's so wierd!

Please show us some of your work to support the claim, Heart Mending Alchemist. We would love for you to share your poetry.

That's like, totally cool.

To be honest, I'm not much into reading poetry, but I do like one poem the most.

Erlkonig

That poem is great. arche, do you prefer reading that one or hearing it?

I prefer hearing the Schubert's version sung in German. It's just great that way and makes the last line so much more meaningful.

"in seinem Armen das Kind war tot"

Ahh, yes. I prefer hearing it as well. Much more haunting. And to think that Schubert was only 18 when he turned that poem into a through-composed Lied. Amazing.

Yes, those musical geniuses just make me sick

I couldn't come close to making something as nice as that if I lived to be a thousand.

Yes, that sort of thing really does take talent. Very admirable.

Oh alright, sorry I had to go get my poetry book:

Death is not an option.
This poem is in loving memory of Nina
I walk, I see life moving,
I was ripped from humanity to a new state of pain.
My soul in unending touture.
No hope, happiness faded.
No reason to live, but,
Death is not an option,
Death is an option.

I ROCK AT WRITING FREE VERSE!!!!!

It's nice and all, but . . . tone down on the modesty a little, eh?

What I ment by is that I stink at most other types.

Perhaps you should try your hand at other ones. You never know, maybe you're excellent at those ones as well. If not, you can always practice, I guess. That is, if poetry can be practiced at all . . .

Point taken.

trying out different methods can be interesting. but my attemps have been so desperately sad that i just stopped.

Heart mend, i don't undersatnd your poem. Maybe I'm looking for things that aren't there. I have a bad habit of doing that.

It's a poem in memory of Nina Tucker.

I think Thieves would like an in-depth analysis of your poem.

ok
1st line: it means she sees human life but is no longer a part of it.
2nd line: Her being turned into a chimara(no longer human) and having her body and soul in all that pain
3rd line: again her soul in pain
4th line: No hope of healing, no chance of happiness.
5th line: again she couldnt be sepreated so she had no real reason to live in that pain
6th line: She didn't want to die
7th line: but she had to die.

My favorite poem is "The Carge of the Light Brigade"
I't is my Dad's favorite poem also!!

I did it in 5 mins so it not that good...

This is now merged with the FMA Haiku thread.

Heck, yeah...

ahh i got lost on this thing it is all mest up when did they like make it wierd well im havent wrote a poem in forever

Roses are red violets are blue you smell pretty and you look good two.

thank you thank you i am so good booya baby *starts dancing*

roses are red and so is blood ewww