Poetry Thread! :)

[johnnyreb1977]

I want to start a poetry thread. It's a thread to talk about poetry, to write poetry, and to critique each others' poetry if and when we write it. Come on y'all! Get yer butts over here!

"Beer Bad"

The room spinning like mad
Throbbing and pounding in my head.
Mumbling incoherently, “beer bad”.
Wishing I were dead.

Throbbing and pounding in my head.
Roiling stomach and rising gorge.
Wishing I were dead.
Burning on my heart’s forge.

Roiling stomach and rising gorge.
Bowing to the porcelain God.
Burning on my heart’s forge.
Begging mercy for this drunken sod.

Bowing to the porcelain God.
Mumbling incoherently, “beer bad”.
Begging mercy for this drunken sod.
The room spinning like mad.

[phillygirl2873]

I suck at poetry. I can't write it and I don't understand it and I can't tell good poetry from bad poetry. But I like that radio commercial about bad poetry.

[johnnyreb1977]

*lol* I haven't heard that commercial. What's it for?

[phillygirl2873]

I think some kind of beer ? I don't know. There is a guy reciting some really bad poetry. The anouncer says 98% of bad poetry is written by college students. It's pretty funny.

[pug3323]

Im not normally a poetry person. There are some that I like. I love Shakespeare's sonnets... obviously #18, but I love #130 and #141... and #154. I love the end of that one.
'Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.'


and, I had to read this poem at my friends wedding. Which, bte, I was so honored to do and almost starting crying trying to read and look at the two of them... but, anyway

and I absolutley loved it.. Its sonnet 17 (i think) by Pablo Neruda.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


just wanted to share ;D

[johnnyreb1977]

Hey pug, thanks for sharing. I haven't read that one before. It's beautiful.

Here's one I wrote a couple days ago:

"Red Clay Roads"

Red clay roads were his first memories
Mingling with the smell of cattle and trees
As he grew to a man
In that small South Georgia town.

His first love was a girl
Sun-lightened hair awhirl
As he chased her around
His old school's playground.

He shakes his head and smiles
As his mind traverses the miles
From now to then
And he travels back to when...

Red clay roads were his first memories
Mingling with the smell of cattle and trees
As he grew to a man
In that small South Georgia town.

Friday nights were all
For father and football.
Cheering and groaning
With each win and loss.

But, shame hangs his head
When he recalls what he said
About leaving his home.
And his eyes shine today
when he thinks that...

Red clay roads were his first memories
Mingling with the smell of cattle and trees
As he grew to a man
In that small South Georgia town.