Poet's Club

[Mephala 2,633]

I wrote a reverse cinquain (two, eight, six, four, two) rather than a regular (which you may guess is the opposite).

Since there wasn't a theme I just wrote one about Olivia Ofrenda. Muahaha.

 

 

 

Listen...

Though my face may betray your trust

This life of mine was once.

And now I am

gone too.

 

 

 

LOL IT WAS BAD BUT WHATEVER

I just wrote randomly, no edits. :-p

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

Hey guys, I have an idea that can help unite us as brony poets, while also giving us a challenging bit of practice. We should do bouts-rimés. What is a bouts-rimés, you ask? Basically two poets write out lists of words with some kind of rhyme scheme (they need not all rhyme, nor do they have to be couplets or anything), and then they exchange the lists. Each poet must then write a poem around the other poet's list with the words at the end of each line. It's a fun activity I've done before, and I think we should do that as a theme of the week. What do you think?

 

This suggestion has been spirally approved. (good lord, I hadn't used that in a long while)

 

I'm leaving next Friday, but if there's any of that in September, I'll do my best.

[CamRad18 337]

Well this thing goes inactive a lot, so why not contribute now? I've been in a creative slump for a while, and recently I finally managed to write a new poem. It's not very good compared to a lot of my work, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Fair warning, it's a sad one.

 

"The Weeping Tree"

 

 

 

 

I crawl beneath The Weeping Tree

When life is dark and Blue,

I curl my broken, bending knees,

Knowing not what I can do.

 

My eyes fixed in the distance,

As this dead tree hangs above.

I think of my blank future,

And the Failure that is Love.

 

I ponder all my tired thoughts

That man can never know,

Still under this old, ancient tree,

'Neath this proud, old weary willow.

 

My mind is blank and empty;

Not a single tear I shed,

But inside I'm overcome deep down

With an overwhelming dread.

 

Can I live my life like this?

I wonder, can it be?

I look up at the broken boughs

Of the sad, old Weeping Tree.

 

A thought inside consumes me,

And I know just what to do,

But I stood beneath the Weeping Tree,

For a minute, maybe two.

 

My heart is full of Kindness;

This world is pain and death,

So I sit beneath The Weeping Tree

And breathe a slow, Last breath.

 

 

 

 

Hey guys, I have an idea that can help unite us as brony poets, while also giving us a challenging bit of practice. We should do bouts-rimés. What is a bouts-rimés, you ask? Basically two poets write out lists of words with some kind of rhyme scheme (they need not all rhyme, nor do they have to be couplets or anything), and then they exchange the lists. Each poet must then write a poem around the other poet's list with the words at the end of each line. It's a fun activity I've done before, and I think we should do that as a theme of the week. What do you think?

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouts-Rimés

 

@@CamRad18,

This also gets CamRad18's slightly less flashy seal of approval. I'll post the new theme and we can start on it at any time.

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

I threw this one together in accordance to recent events and the emotions I am currently experiencing based upon said events.

 

 

 

Song Writing

-------------

 

A journey into self worth,

the fire is fueled by confidence.

 

The journey shortens in half a night,

because of the mother who has blamed me.

 

I live to thrive and flourish actively,

dwelling upon my angst and creativity.

 

But mother sees another opportunity,

another aspect of myself to take from me.

 

She puts time and effort to regiment me,

and treat my creativity as a means of her own betterment.

 

Surely this must be because of love for me,

but quite possibly to control me.

 

And while I fear I am doomed to her judgement,

I fear not of the on coming crowd and spectators.

 

They won't try to take the love out of my creations,

and to remove the joy from the creations I cherish.

 

 

 

Drama Bum / Back story

 

See, my ma wants to force me to some stupid song writing thing at church when I hate church to begin with. She insists upon regimenting my life for her personal gain. And I'm upset because she is taking all the fun, joy, and love, out of writing and composing music. anyways, thank you all for your time.

 

[Mephala 2,633]

http://mlpforums.com/topic/67711-thirty-seven-black-holes/

I'll just leave that link there for perusing. I consider it a poem, not a short story, so it belongs in this thread, I believe.

I hope you enjoy it. It was written in three minutes, so...not my best. But ah, well. I can relate to it. 

This is part of a series. XD

[MelancholicMemory 2,022]

If anyone wants to participate in the weekly theme, please post a list of words with a rhyme scheme to them soon. Then people can take each other's lists and write a bouts-rimés. This is meant to be kind of a game, so have fun with it.

[Slaigh 117]

Alright heres a list of Words: Eye, Light, Fly, Dark, Sigh, Sight, Plight.

 

The rhyme Scheme: ABACABB 

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

Since @, has been pushing me to post here once again, I guess I finally will.

 

My most recent poem:

 

11th Month (The days before tears fall)

 

 

To search for lost memories, perhaps the wondering thought of it all

A lost transition of a simple life into extraordinary meaning and purpose

And into these feelings of which memories are created, furthered by our emptied hearts

Spilling forth the lost emotions , all of this, upon the many days which I had yet to face

All upon you, and a gracious heart to share, by windows of expression

 

My heart has been what is often created from thoughts of a distant mind

Often forgotten in it's shells which were made in an attempt to further understanding

yet, as all would surely be, disaster is created only to envelope the kinder mind

And when all lays in ruin from the mind which left my own to fall behind, the purest heart falls

 

In those days before the end, and in those memories created before disaster, I await still

My heart which fell, tangled with yours, awaiting in its slumber once again 

Hiding away in a shell once more, before these days which lie ahead

The sheltered pain of reliving the lost memories that our hearts bore witness to

All of this, in which we wait

The days before, and days to come

 

 

-David Favret

 

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

A sing-song idea

 

 

 

A moment

Please listen, please stay

To hear these songs that I sing

Of quarrel and of tales from the heart

 

Of such which is benevolence in the eyes of all

And of such which becomes a truth in the eyes of doubt

All unto desecration of morality in my eyes, in this time of fantasy

 

Into each life, of another into one

All of our sin, and all of our hope

Meanings of a forgotten word to describe another

 

Tales to degrade all sense of security in forgotten poems of whimsical ideas

Devout pity in higher cause which allude to falling stars

All to be in a better time than that which is now

Forgotten and forgiven, into each new life

 

Gravity disperses in all forms of our creation

Unto the seeds of need and grievances

 

Is there any other such as I?

Is there any other to breathe in clouds?

Is there another, my dearest sing-song heart?

 

 

-David Favret

 

Willow

 

 

 

Here I dare stand, in shade and in solitude, alone amidst  many

Beneath the willow branches, of which entangle my thoughts so

Unto you, with me, alone, and together

Allowed our graces, and shunned our fortunes

We weep before the willow, presenting our tears as gifts of discrimination

A daring recollection of all themes of our lives

Ever so, these thoughts of mine

Ever so, this heart of yours

And ever more, the willow sings

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

Lost in thought

 

 

 

Often, I find myself in thought of an event, a phrase, or even another person. With these in thought my mind wonders and wanders, always leaving the mortal realm of conscious contemplation. These thoughts serve to be the anchors of every action forged of consequence from my mind, and ever so are they amplified with every moment that ensues. My mind lost in the meaning which it creates with every pulsating second of expansion upon my inner desires and emotions.

 

And then, in an instant it seems, it can all fall apart.

 

Dragging my heart through the muck of torn land and heated war, the disaster and climax of a mind without rest, I find myself with a strange encumbrance which is my hollowed heart. Ever so hollow that it weighs a greater burden than that of a love laden endeavor.

 

Upon every day I have these occurrences. Upon every night I lay them to rest. Upon every moment in between, I long for an aching end to misery and conscious decision in life.

 

-David Favret

[MelancholicMemory 2,022]

Well, no one was into the "weekly" idea apparently, because only one person participated, so I guess we should just move on. Oh well. I also apologize for not helping to maintain the club lately because I've been busy getting ready for college. Maybe we should stick to thematic weekly poems for a while. How about something to do with school or learning or something to accompany the beginning of the school year?

[DarligPegasi 315]

This is an awesome thread! I'm glad it popped up today! Here's my attempt at a cinquain.

 

 

"Ghost"

A pale face hiding in the dark

A high pitched wail

Be fearful for this is no farce

Empty sockets bore into your soul

Shooing you from their domain is its goal.

 

Edited August 22, 2013 by DarligPegasi

[MelancholicMemory 2,022]

This is an awesome thread! I'm glad it popped up today! Here's my attempt at a cinquain.

 

 

"Ghost"

A pale face hiding in the dark

A high pitched wail

Be fearful for this is no farce

Empty sockets bore into your soul

Shooing you from their domain is its goal.

 

Wow, that's a wonderful poem. I like the whole rhythm and feel to it. It doesn't perfectly fit the cinquain style, but I like what you did with it

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

The First Year (The Reason Why)

 

 

 

The ideas of any perfect person are hidden deep within another

In the mind, heart, body, and soul of one they love

A beautiful and magical essence and piece of themselves waiting to be discovered

Intertwining the lives of the two who could find love in the wastes of this life

Connecting every tear with comfort, and every smile with a reason to continue

Always there to be with one another, finding the piece of themselves they never knew

And unlocking this piece only binds them tighter in their fantasy of love

 

I have always just wanted you to know, how much I truly cared

To be there for you on every occasion, in any circumstance, just for you

Spreading my arms over every weakness, bringing light wherever the dark may be

All that we dared to share, love, and cherish

All that we ever wanted

All that we knew

 

You were there in every way for a broken soul

Standing in every path ready to help a wounded heart

A perfect reason to continue on my way, now with my new piece in hand

A perfect reason, all that I ever could have hoped

 

-David Favret

23^rd August

Happy Anniversary Sarah

 

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

Sleep gently unto your new beginning

 

 

 

To the one who was always there, in memory and in dreams

Ready to fulfill a day’s meaning with the width of your smile

 

So lay your head to rest,

And tell me stories of when we could be together

 

Lover, dearest lover

Come here again and see

Fruit of our days bore with anticipation

Among meadows and sapphire lilies that coat our dreams

 

So count your blessing darling,

Lay your head to rest,

And tell me stories of when we could be together

 

Embrace the future lights

Endure the past with pain

And tell me this day how much you love me

 

So kiss my cheek goodnight,

Count your blessings darling,

Lay your head to rest,

And tell me stories of when we could be together

 

Fields of imagination in the hearts of our embrace

Sentiment and emotion raging unchecked within us

A firm desire, to love, and be loved

Knowledge of passion for another’s heart

All in days which we once shared

 

So embrace the new beginning,

Kiss my cheek goodnight,

Count your blessings darling,

Lay your head to rest,

And tell me stories of when we could be together

 

In remembrance of all things in beauty or in grace

Your mind and heart amongst the fluttering stars

Lights in a sky of dark hues and promises of newer days

My heart to you on days we lived

My embrace to be yours, and you unto me

 

So dream of a better life,

Embrace the new beginning,

Kiss my cheek goodnight,

Count your blessings darling,

Lay your head to rest,

And tell me stories of when we could be together

 

-David Favret

[Hawk Moth 390]

I like the idea of this thread. I hope you all like my poetry.

 

The Compass:

 

This, the anvil on thy girth,

This, the hammer struck thy birth,

This, the hand to grasp the chain,

Fetters down thy twisted brain.

In the dark the flame was lit,

To bring fell heat into thine pit,

With brand to burn thy shining mark,

Within the cold and empty dark.

Compass put to different use,

Golden legs hypotenuse,

Frames the shape that angels damn,

First made use to frame the Lamb.

 

Glory in Dominion:

There is an old legend in the wasteland,

Of a tower that fell down from Heaven.

That at one time it soared through the skies and,

Brought to ruin both kings and mortal men.

Yet for all its furor it would still sleep,

Perhaps dreaming still of long wasted skies.

For inscribed on brass plates amidst the heap,

Reads “Glory in Dominion” should it rise,

And fly vengefully to the firmament,

To quarrel with those unto Man gave birth,

And there will come soft rains and all torment,

Grief and woe will be scoured from the earth.

 

An Airman's Song:

1.

To describe the Heavens from the daze’d loops of mortal throws,

And set ink’d the aerie empires of cloud’d reach.

I set t’ward the sun in Fall’s fancy,

In iron cask, chemical heart, and electric soul.

On steel wings I laughed,

A empyrean hawk among men.

To blaze the firmament forever thought I would,

But gone are the innocent clouds of yester youth

Lost in ashen storm,

And elegiac breeze.

2.

I saw the works of Man and Myth from such idyllic perch,

The spires of Lipson and Rook skyward piercing like needles,

‘Twas so dizzying a sight as we scream’d upside the blues and oranges of midday,

And felt twofold the sun’s glow and wind’s serpentine fang.

I saw many a steel, wooden, and canvas giant of flying keep,

Wreath’d in flame beyond the Western crags,

And golden valleys where still lingered the prayers of monks long unto dust,

And saw with tear’d eye those burning triumphs of mortal hand.

Aflame like vengeful stars,

Adorned in crumbling and pulsing regalia of crimson smoke,

Burning to their iron, riveted bones,

And sinking back to Creation as men leapt from dying steel to howling wind to wasted earth.

But through the din of my mechanical perch,

Heard neither scream nor curse,

And appear’d the dying did as bits of the machines themselves,

Were they the brains the hands and the heart?

Or the guts?

 

The Steamworker's Hymn:

Dip donne in de tunelse varr dibp in de grundt;

 

Ae hull int ae krull int ae sleighff int ae pundt.

De paeS int de gitcheS int billers zi ae;

Ver derS stinn int ern heldt me unter de sae.

Ov yirS int derr montz int derr deiS ae noe non;

Ver vat gut iS daema venn brift ov de Sonne?

Noe menris haff ae ov de tuneleS deiS;

Soe zing ae ov firre stal kull int de stemn;

Mae liff ast a berSon iS olon a heiS;

Soe zing ae ov raast dat sun ae most jun demn.

 

Yyvarrsong: Prologue "Fatesdance"

Sky sky o wasted sky,

Waxen wings through you I fly,

Those alive are all but few,

Fly me to Location new,

Sing me future truths of old,

Truths of rain and fog and cold,

Truths of madness mirror face,

The dark and shining curve of space.

 

Earth earth o blasted earth,

I unto myself give birth,

Pulled up by the slaver’s lash,

Pulled up from the ruined ash,

In this of you final year,

Would give up all my wealth to hear,

Songs of heroes wars and fire,

And drown out this foul worms’ choir.

 

Sea sea o errant sea,

Back through time I dance with thee,

Though today your flow is wrong,

Sing your ancient future song,

Vastest of the heroes tales,

Vaster than his longboat’s sails,

Sailing unto distant lands,

Icy sword gripped in his hands.

 

 

Edited August 29, 2013 by Hawk Moth

[MelancholicMemory 2,022]

@@CamRad18,

 

Can we please revive this thread? It seems we neglect it a lot. Also, I encourage anyone who reads this to please be more active in this thread, not just posting, but also giving feedback to others.

 

I will hopefully be posting a poem here soon.

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

 

 

Here's my attempt at a cinquain.

Pretty creepy, I like.

 

I'll give this haiku thing a try, not sure how it works so it'll probably suck. Dedicated to the Turkish Prime Minister, title is inspired from his surname.

 

"Premature"

Marionette pulling strings

Hidden behind the poor and the dead

Premature action in blindness

[CamRad18 337]

@@CamRad18,

 

Can we please revive this thread? It seems we neglect it a lot. Also, I encourage anyone who reads this to please be more active in this thread, not just posting, but also giving feedback to others.

 

I will hopefully be posting a poem here soon.

I've got another poem brewing as well. I've been without internet for a while due to vacation but I'm back!

 

As for reviving this thread, I've got some ideas we can discuss

Hey guys!

 

In an effort to strike up a little friendliness around here, we've created a chat group on Skype. Hopefully this will increase communication and clear some of the tumble weeds blowing through the Poet's Club lately. Anyway, add CamRad18 if you want to join our little corner of the universe.

 

Cheers, 

 

CamRad18

Edited September 4, 2013 by CamRad18

[Untitled Goose Q 5,136]

Can't say I have read through all the poems here, but those I have seen I like.
 
Just loading up skype now....
 
Oh yeah, and have a poem that won me £10 in a national competition.

 

 

Saint George has found the dragon,

Drinking wine from his flagon,
He must be brave,
A princess to save,
Galloping to the creatures door,
He sees bones on the floor,
The dragon comes forth,
Its a dragon dwarf,
The beast is stabbed,
It's treasure is grabbed,
The towns people cheered,

For the death of the beast they feared.

 

[TheBronyHeart 2,640]

"Forever..."

 

 

 

“Forever”, I whisper, soft and slow

The answer to a question, of which you ask

From which I have pleaded, to a length of time

For which we will be, together in this dance

 

I smile upon the thoughts of you and I

Overcome with a happiness as pure as your heart

To which I make my stand to hold, my dear

Ever so our longest life together, in each other’s arms

Together we say, and forever we sing, of the phrase “I love you”

 

It is in these thoughts of mine which keep me here

Bound by such whims as the falling heart I am

I aim only to be a successor to your emotion

A friend above friends who will cry out above all ends

My darling, it is you and I for which I speak

 

I am not a man of many words for which to share

Yet when my heart bids me do so, I ne’er deny it

Announcing upon clouds which allow us to soar

Declaring in tongues strange to myself

All in a singular moment In which to pronounce these thoughts

I speak to question myself, and wait for you to answer

 

I know not much of life for my age which I am

I know not much of love from these experiences of mine

What I do know, my dearest gift, is that my heart is open

And it is for it that I speak, not lightly

And ask for a love to which we can share,

“Forever…”

 

-David Favret

 

[Shine 166]

As a poet, I wish to join the Poets Club.  o3o

 

Here is an example of my writing (and the shortest poem I've ever written):

 

I love the  way the road  sparkles

when I'm walking on the stars

or lying in a parking lot,

staring at the cars.

 

I apologize; I don't know how to do the spoiler thing.  (Can somepony please show me?)

[MelancholicMemory 2,022]

As a poet, I wish to join the Poets Club.  o3o

 

Here is an example of my writing (and the shortest poem I've ever written):

 

I love the  way the road  sparkles

when I'm walking on the stars

or lying in a parking lot,

staring at the cars.

 

I apologize; I don't know how to do the spoiler thing.  (Can somepony please show me?)

Before what you want to spoiler, you put [ spoiler ] without the spaces. After you're done typing what you want inside the spoiler, you type [ /spoiler ] without the spaces. Make sure you don't forget the slash in the ending spoiler tag.

 

Not a bad sample for your work. I look forward to seeing your poetry here in the future.

[Dusknight Haze 161]

I like this thread and some of the stuff on it. Maybe I'll get back into writing again since I haven't produced anything but rusty, lonely couplets in months.

 

I guess I'll take a trip down memory lane and revisit some of my old junk... :

 

"oil"

 

 

 

oil

 

i am a child of oil;

my father fought in the gulf war.

from the ground it once boil’d,

blasting up into the sky, pour

 

-ing in half of Kuwait, all over. but my

father knew not the weight of the substance

that burn’d the clouds above. mother lies

or doesn’t know that it broke his already-intense

 

mind, & now the man has never said

more than two sentences to me, ever. the

oil wreck’d his countenance, the oil bled

his brain dead dry, the oil made him leave.

 

nowadays corporations & incorporations took

that oil that broke and bled me by extension

and put it in clothes and foods and in this book,

and it taunts us every day, a little past our (un)broached tension

 

 

 

Well, I can tell you that I have at least improved from that, or at least I hope so (to be fair, most of this were written with slam in mind, so they're probably better read verbally than mentally).

 

I'll probably post something that doesn't blow in the near future, since I in theory should have truckloads of stuff to write about but haven't capitalized upon it since ever.

Edited September 13, 2013 by Dusknight Haze

[RiseofSpectrum 359]

Alright, I'm in. Where do I sign up?

 

I've posted 2 poems I wrote, but they seemed to have fallen into obscurity.

 

The Armchair of Louis Caligari:

http://mlpforums.com/topic/72214-the-armchair-of-louis-caligari/

 

Rhyme:

http://mlpforums.com/topic/70448-rhyme/