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OP - June 08, 2013, 12:06 PM

You guys can write anything here, you don't need to abide by any poetic conventions. Aslong as you contribute. You also shouldn't feel bad if you don't think your piece is poetry slam winner. Any written form is welcome in this thread.

I'll begin:

Everyday i try to escape
The time i'm not depressed, i'm still depressed
i'm stressed out, and hopeless
So i'm ready to give up and think what is it worth
Ready to give up but i heard
the call from earth
sitting and ruminating, half way hating
thinking that the facade is fake,
my joints ache, thinking about the world unfullfilled
forsaken and chilled.
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Reply #1 - June 08, 2013, 12:14 PM

Does it have to be our own?
Here is one I love:

The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jelaluddin Rumi,
Quote from: ZooBear
- Surah Al-Fil: In an epic game of Angry Birds, Allah uses birds (that drop pebbles) to destroy an army riding elephants whose intentions were to destroy the Kaaba. No one has beaten the high score.
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Reply #2 - June 08, 2013, 12:18 PM

A stanza by Charles Bukowski from the poem "For the Foxes"

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God
for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

Love it so much!
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Reply #3 - June 08, 2013, 02:43 PM

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
Rumi

What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself. Iam no Christian, no Jew, no Magian, no Musulman. Not of the East, not of the West. Not of the land, not of the sea. Not of the Mine of Nature, not of the circling heavens, Not of earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire; Not of the throne, not of the ground,of existence, of being; Not of India, China, Bulgaria,Saqseen; Not of the kingdom of the Iraqs, or of Khorasan; Not of this world or the next: of heaven or hell; Not of Adam, Eve, the gardens of Paradise or Eden; My place placeless, my trace traceless. Neither body nor soul: all is the life of my Beloved. Ihave put away duality: I have seen the Two worlds as one. Idesire One, Iknow One, I see One, I call One.

Rumi again
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Reply #4 - June 08, 2013, 02:48 PM

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.[/i]

Love it so much!

Wow that is awesome! Really speaks to me
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Reply #5 - September 10, 2013, 07:46 PM

In sunlight–bitten, tremulous rainfall:
Grey innocence and overwrought desire.
The blur between romancers is cluttered
With subtle undertones of frantic tears.
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Reply #6 - November 19, 2013, 11:53 PM

And nobody knows
that my weakness is a mask
and my strength is a mask
and that what is coming is a tempest.
They think they know
So let them think so
and I happen.

They put me in a cage so that
my freedom may be a gift from them
and I have to thank them and obey.
But I'm free before them, after them,
with them, without them.
I'm free in my oppression, in my defeat.
My prison is what I want...

"Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, and hope without an object cannot live." -Coleridge

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Reply #7 - November 20, 2013, 12:14 AM

Infinito-Giacomo Leopardi
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati
spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani
silenzi, e profondissima quiete
io nel pensier mi fingo; ove per poco
il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
infinito silenzio a questa voce
vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno,
e le morte stagioni, e la presente
e viva, e il suon di lei. Così tra questa
immensità s’annega il pensier mio:
e il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.

I love this poem
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Reply #8 - November 20, 2013, 12:18 AM

And here it is in English.

This solitary hill has always been dear to me
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of
The endless horizon.
But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts,
Endless spaces beyond the hedge,
An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet,
To the point that my heart is quite overwhelmed.
And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I compare its voice to the infinite silence.
And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past,
And the present time, and its sound.
Amidst this immensity my thought drowns:
And to flounder in this sea is sweet to me.

`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
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Reply #9 - November 20, 2013, 12:22 AM

Thank you.

"Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, and hope without an object cannot live." -Coleridge

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