writing My poetry :P

[Pinguino~ 85]

Thought id make a post to hold my poetry if anypony would like to hear it (read it) i warn you its not exactly happy... or good XD But it is heartfelt and i try my best on it! I will be posting some some soon! Feel free to give me pointers or critique my work in any way you see fit. Thank you!

Edited March 7, 2013 by Articbloom

[Flicker Sweet 3,391]

wrong section bro

but yeah I'm interested, you should go for it.  A lot of people on here will agree with me when I say that poetry is well respected here.

[Mephala 2,633]

I'd love to hear some of it, but isn't this the incorrect section for it? :x I believe it's supposed to go in the Non-Pony Art section.

(Sorry for backseat modding. ;_; )

Edited March 5, 2013 by PinkieDaShy

[Aaramus 449]

Will certainly be interested in seeing some of it.  Always been a fan of poetry so it will be good to see some!

 

Anyway, I'm going to move this to the correct section, you'll get a better response from the people in Non-Pony Art section.

[Pinguino~ 85]

Thank you very much Aaramus i am new here i should read the rules all the way first so i am very sorry.... I hope it wasnt much of  nuicance...

Why am I here?

Was i Created as a joke?

It feels as so....

Some tell me I am wrong

I know they are lieing

Not for me to feel as this is false... no..

But to put themselves at peace for what they do

Jest, Jeer, and mock me

I have learned to accept this fate

It is an honorabel one to be the fool

The jester, the one man motley crew...

I smile knowing of the irony....

If that is what we may call it...

 

 

-D.R

This is one of my oldest ones feel free to critque and what not.... All of my Poems are un-titled and are always marked with my intials -D.R

[Pinguino~ 85]

I feel trapped.

In a box of others design

Not of my own, no longer,

Will I be captive.

But of others,

Their opinions,

Their thoughts, and feelings of me.

Their disaproving eyes the warden,

Their words the guards,

This box has changed

Changed, to now what is a prison

A prison with one inmate,

Me......

I shiver small and frail

Not from lack of food, but from other forms of nurishments

Nurishments called love and acceptance

With each passing day I wither awaymore and more,

Pretty soon I shall perish.

There.... there is a chance,

As small chance,

A small chance I may escape

 

 

-D.R

[Pinguino~ 85]

Oh yea worked on this one ill post the corrections and exstention here in a bit! I hope you all will like it, I had to argue with myself to put it up....

[kyoki wolfe 134]

I feel trapped.

In a box of others design

Not of my own, no longer,

Will I be captive.

But of others,

Their opinions,

Their thoughts, and feelings of me.

Their disaproving eyes the warden,

Their words the guards,

This box has changed

Changed, to now what is a prison

A prison with one inmate,

Me......

I shiver small and frail

Not from lack of food, but from other forms of nurishments

Nurishments called love and acceptance

With each passing day I wither awaymore and more,

Pretty soon I shall perish.

There.... there is a chance,

As small chance,

A small chance I may escape

 

 

-D.R

 

 

I feel trapped.

In a box of others design

Not of my own, no longer,

Will I be captive.

But of others,

Their opinions,

Their thoughts, and feelings of me.

Their disaproving eyes the warden,

Their words the guards,

This box has changed

Changed, to now what is a prison

A prison with one inmate,

Me......

I shiver small and frail

Not from lack of food, but from other forms of nurishments

Nurishments called love and acceptance

With each passing day I wither awaymore and more,

Pretty soon I shall perish.

There.... there is a chance,

As small chance,

A small chance I may escape

 

 

-D.R

Kinda depressing bro.   But HEY, who am I to talk? I write depressing poetry too.... I like it, it's simple and straight to the point.... nice..... 

[Pinguino~ 85]

Prison of words
 

 

 

I feel trapped
In a box of others design
This box barely transparent
But, with each passing day it grows stronger
With each person who judges me,
With every look I gather,
With the words they say,
The box is solid now
I have a solitary window
The walls are changing
Slowly
The walls have become bars
Their opinions, thoughts, and feelings, the foundation and structure
Their disapproving eyes the warden
Their words the guards
I shiver small and frail
Like a body slowly draining of its blood
I shiver small and frail
Malnourished
Not from lack of food, but from other nourishments
Nourishments called love and acceptance,
With each passing day I wither away more and more
I fear before long I will cease to exist
But I still sit there,
Waiting…
Waiting for help…

 

-D.R.

 

Well I fixed it up a bit and gave it a crappy title...

My heart it beats
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow,
But...
Sometimes it stops,
But only when I see you
Your beauty for non can compare
Catches my breath
Stops my heartbeat
Steals my attention
And holds on to if for a while...
Your hazel eyes and brown curly hair
Is not where your beauty ends
Your smile again non can compare
Your laugh musical and filling
As I look at you I cannot help
But to smile and take you in
I wish to hold you close and call you mine
But only if I may

 

-D.R

Edited March 20, 2013 by Arcticbloom