writing Poetry compilation #1

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

A note to my readers:If you are reading this, then i thank you for taking the time to explore my works. For years I have written poetry, used it as an output for my emotion and creativity. Poetry, in a sense, defines my current personality. Again I must thank you, and thank this community for being so inspiring and supportive. I cannot express how grateful I am.I have compiled a collection of all the poems I have done within these past 6 months. I ask that you give your opinions and critizism, and tell me which one means the most to you and why.Poetry is just such a wondrous hobby of mine, and some have told me that that I have potential to turn it into more than a simple hobby. What are your opinions on this as well?Your friend,David Favret__________________________________________________________Go and see

Oh to the precarious dweller you are, do you not see?For all in which beauty defines is absent in itself.Best not to dwell on such things, and so I urge you.Seek out anew and seek unrelenting.Can you not yet see it?Far beyond sight is a place of true beauty and wonder.Where beauty is not as defined by itself.Where all are together as one.Where one never forgets to remember the next day.

An outcry of my generation

Is it possible that our age shall end in the flames of a degenerate generation?Is it possible for the youth of our nation to hold their own?Perhaps we are destined to fail.Perhaps we should not even try.When I see my generation so, Oh how it burns my eyes.For this disease I am stricken, a disease of lost hope.Forgive me my son if this world is not as I intended.

The Shy Gentleman

How is it that I apeal to the masses?How is it that others enjoy my time?I am but a shy gentleman, do you not understand?For me to explain I require audience.Applause are unnescesary, pretend rather to be invisible.Forgive my natures, as well as my experiences.For I am new in this regard.Every which way I look, I see several people expectant of me.What do they want?What is it in me that they see?Pessimism inside, and optimism my shell.Emotions are hard to hide.In my regard I ask of you,"How may I be of service?"For this is all I wish, for me to be of help.For me to be of use in times such as these.And whilst I may hold true to the pessimist side of mind,I will always make time for you.When your life has meaning, how do you express it?How do you show the side of you that all you wish to see?I am the shy gentleman, of this I am sure.It would make my dreams come true, if all knew this to be me.

The Nonexistent Working Class

I am of many that appear not by meager statistics and values.One of the few that is worth the sweat off their brow, and seeking none else.For we are unkown in most regards, failing to surface in grandest of schemes.Many may know us, but we stay unseen.Working in and working out, day by night.Our seal of approval, is the fruits of our labor, ungiven, but earned."who?" is a falicy of a question, when targeting us.We are all, but only in some, for not all hearts weigh equal, and not all are honest folk.Honesty itself, and a hard days work, the greatest of seeds to be sown.This is my life, a nonexistent life.But it is the only life that I have ever known.

A wise man's tale

Come closer my son, and lend me your ear.Will you listen to this man's tale?Will you treat them as your own, and heed the warnings given?Or are you one to resist?One to move beyond this man's years?Hear me now my boy, for you are the pioneer.When all frontiers lay claimed, where do you go?Hear this wise man's tale, and find the fault to be your frontier.

Never, ever let me go

In the few moments that we will have known eachother, I feel it neccessary to tell you.Tell you that the world will not allow it,and that we cannot be.In these few moments, I feel it neccessary to hug you.If we trust each other,then let us hug a deep embrace until the day we turn to ash.For all we know, we may never be together again.And so on that day, with the few moments we share,we shall create a new life, hidden behind every second.And so I ask myself,can I stand to be near you you...if I know that I must lose you.

What is wrong with me?

From pain to rage that swells inside of me,is there no escape from the end that I feel.All will be gone from me and none shall see,that through lesser wants I have sacrificed harmony.This is my fate and burden to bear.Wear it in shame and cry out in silence.From pain to rage that swells inside of me,a lesson learned and forgotten,forgotten by me, for helping me.I am my burden.

Lost and Found

Perhaps you are lost,here without a cause,without an idea...Pehaps you are searching,here on a mission,with determination...Is it the obligation of one,to be responsible for it?When you have been lost,and when your mission succeeds.What then?You lose yourself...You become a reclaimer,and you find yourself.

To love, to see, to feel

To be, when the end is over.Love is, without an answer.In life, can one be another?To feel, what goes unsaid.A face, expressions to read.My intolerance, to what end?Can I see?No,not unless shown.Can I feel?Maybe,if felt also.Can I love?Yes,and never stop.

You

Youare a being of sensual compassion.This feeling to which you give me in utmost grace,breathes new life into one that was old.This feeling.It leaves a void,fillable only when you stand by my side.I am a shallow vessel,brought to feeling,because of you.

Untitled poem (For reasons i cannot explain, this is my favorite)

In this life or another,yours and mine,our time together.

The shadow of fear

The looming Spectre creeps on,the misfortune takes it's toll.All around darkness and fear,tearing apart the good and glad.Sorrows overcome,in powerful hateThe shroud burrows deep inside,yet the mind goes rot,and all give in to fear.

Eternity

This word which means forever,will forever be meaningless.The fleeting feeling that all and forever,knowing that this word cannot be understood.With time that we spend and years that we waste,It's not so long,this time that we spend on this Earth.Our eternity is not forever.Our lives,so fragile,yet with no care.Should we all know where eternity lies?

THANK YOUMore are on the way.So please, tell me which one you like the most.

Edited January 11, 2013 by TheBronyHeart

[Dusty Soul 2,611]

I must say I like "Eternity" the most, because it's so deep. All of them are awesome though. I also like "the untitled poem" It's leingth works for it, and it's powerful for how short it is.

[Alex The Earth Pony 72]

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

You poetry is amazing

I wish I was you....

 

Wow, you are quite a poet, your poems are really good, I happen to write poetry too.

[One 498]

Nice, for some reason I thought there would be more for 6 months of writing, yet again I bet you just write when you feel like it. I like the compassion in so many of them, and I like 'Enternity' to answer the question of which is my fav.

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

would be more for 6 months of writing

well... ummm yes. There WERE more, but they have become lost to me or some of them e=were just outright terrible and did not deserve to be called poems. I am sure I will find more, and i will of course be writing more.

[Steel Matt 250]

Dear David Favret,

 

First, let me say that there can be no criticism in art from my experience. In the end, it matters not what others think, but it's what you think that matters to others. (Hey, I should write that down!...but maybe someone has already said that

 

I enjoyed many of the poems you posted. Most of them, I was not able to capture the intense emotional connection (partially because I am tired, so I will re-read them!) as I know they have the capability of portraying. I feel as though I will have to sit down and truly think about the words you have written, which is a good thing! They are very thought provoking.

 

My favorite was:

 

To love, to see, to feel

 

Spoiler

 

 

To be, when the end is over.

Love is, without an answer.

In life, can one be another?

 

To feel, what goes unsaid.

A face, expressions to read.

My intolerance, to what end?

 

Can I see?

No,

not unless shown.

 

Can I feel?

Maybe,

if felt also.

 

Can I love?

Yes,

and never stop.

 

Love. Such an interesting concept. I felt the powerful emotion in this: trying to grasp what Love is, only to know its more than a feeling, but also a choice. It's a great poem! Can I see, no, not unless shown. (the teaching of love and kindness). Can I feel, maybe, if felt also. (you can hope to love in the future if you have a love to hold onto in the past [hard to explain]) The last three lines are powerful...Can I love? Yes, and never stop! (the choice!)

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Dear David Favret, First, let me say that there can be no criticism in art from my experience. In the end, it matters not what others think, but it's what you think that matters to others. (Hey, I should write that down!...but maybe someone has already said that I enjoyed many of the poems you posted. Most of them, I was not able to capture the intense emotional connection (partially because I am tired, so I will re-read them!) as I know they have the capability of portraying. I feel as though I will have to sit down and truly think about the words you have written, which is a good thing! They are very thought provoking.

It really means alot to me that you can find larger meanings to my poems. When I write them I try to make them have a contrasting or deep idea that will have different views based on the bias of the reader. I hope you will read my future pieces. Thankyou.