CosmicPurple zei op 30 maart 2010 - 9:50:
In navolging van het Quotes- topic, een topic voor de poëziefans onder ons.

Monster23 zei op 12 dec 2011 - 20:15:
Yesterday, I took a walk in the rain
The cool refreshing droplets splashed on my cheeks.
I walked,
And walked, And walked,
Not knowing where I was going.
The trees swayed as a chilly spring
Gently caressed their branches.
A cute white rabbit scampered
Across a wide open field.
He stopped in front of me in a
Patch of emerald.
He had a quizzical look on his furry little face.
He wiggled his ears,
Crinkled his nose,
And scratched his whiskers like
An old man.
I started to laugh.
He ran off into the distance
Looking like a pearl in a patch of seaweed.
The cool refreshing droplets splashed
On my cheeks.
I walked,
And walked, And walked,
Not knowing where I was going.
I saw a family of ducks on a lake,
I stopped to look,
Mama Duck first,
And all the little ducklings gliding
Behind her in a single file.
They were dancing to the music
of the rain tapping on water.
And then I was my reflection on
the mirror-like surface of the lake
And for a moment…
I was the only living creature around.
The cool refreshing droplets splashed
On my cheeks. I turned,
And walked, And walked,
Knowing where I was going.

�Joanne Stefani Germanotta

CosmicPurple zei op 14 dec 2011 - 13:44:
If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


- Pablo Neruda

Afterlife zei op 15 dec 2011 - 12:38:
Van jezelf of iemand anders?

CosmicPurple zei op 15 dec 2011 - 13:52:

Van jezelf of iemand anders?

Zoals je wilt. Zet het er gewoon bij (:

Afterlife zei op 15 dec 2011 - 19:15:

(...)
Zoals je wilt. Zet het er gewoon bij (:

Ooh okee want ik dicht namelijk heel veel (;

MickyMuis zei op 4 jan 2012 - 14:28:
Vrolijke ogen.
Op de toekomst gericht.
Maar zo voelt ze zich niet.
Ze heeft een masker op haar gezicht.

**

Geeselijke pijn.
Hartezeer.
Boos gooit ze.
Het lelijk lachende masker naast zich neer.

**


~Beide door mezelf, beide autobiografisch...~

xEmma zei op 5 feb 2012 - 20:34:
Jij bent niet
gelijk aan mij
toch
zijn we één
en dezelfde
ik

#

Midden in een vlakke, kale woestijn
zat een klein, rood vlindertje
Net toen ik hem wilde oppakken
vloog hij weg

Ach,
het was ook veel te mooi
geweest
om even niet
alleen te zijn

#

De avondzon
zakt statig in zee
De lucht
trekt langzaam bij
Het zoute water
spoelt voorzichtig
onze voeten schoon
en neemt hun afdrukken mee
Het zand
wordt week en zacht

Al kijkend naar het rood plafond
verdrinken we
langzaam in het strand
en zijn we
tot de zon opkomt
alleen.

Celestial zei op 5 feb 2012 - 21:19:

De wereld draait in het rond,
We houden nooit op met bestaan,
Dat zoiets ineens bestond,
We komen ergens vandaan,
Kijkend naar de blauwe lucht,
Starend naar de gouden zon,
Ik maak een diepe zucht,
Dat zoiets eigenlijk kon,
Opeens voel je je vrij,
Helemaal los van de grond,
Je voelt je zo blij,
In de verte blaft een hond,
Vogels vliegen met je mee,
Je vliegt alleen in de lucht,
En onder je ligt de blauwe zee.

By Celestial.

CosmicPurple zei op 10 mei 2013 - 23:34:
Here’s to dancing on borders, here’s to dancing the blues.
Here’s to following orders, here’s to following clues.

Here’s to losing the edge, here’s to losing control.
Here’s to your broken promise, here’s to your broken soul.

Here’s to losing your faith, here’s to knitting your wings.
Here’s to all cripples babies & to all cripples kings.

Here’s to drinking to life, here’s to wishing to die.
Here’s to loving the darkness, here’s to painting the sky.

Here’s to betrayal, here’s to protection.
Here is to hatred, and here’s to affection.

Here’s to your blessings, here’s to your scars.
Here’s to confessions, here’s to counting the stars.

Here’s to the island, and here’s to the fire.
Here’s to the beauty of secret desire…

Here’s to the paintbrush, here’s to the knife.
Here’s to the pain of being truly alive-

The tracks we all follow through these promised lands
Are the cracks in our skulls and the lines in our hands.


- by Louva

CosmicPurple zei op 20 juni 2013 - 14:37:
Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

- Edgar Allan Poe

CosmicPurple zei op 30 juni 2013 - 19:23:
Mijn sprookjesstad

Ik wil 101 jaar slapen
En wakker worden bij maar vijf dwergen
En klein pinkje met zijn laarzen

‘k wil een plastic muiltje dragen
In mijn knibbelknabbelpeperkoekenkoets
En de weg weer vinden door de kusjes
Die ik strooide in de straat

Mijn zeven wolfjes verstoppen zich
Voor de boze geit die eigenlijk blauwkapje is
Verdwaald op weg naar opa

Dan wil ik sneeuwgeel zijn als een prinses
En na zovele zomerdromen
Zal mijn knappe droomkikker komen
Op zijn blinkendpaarse paard
Die mij ontvoert naar school en vraagt
Hoe je ‘liefde’ spelt…

Nina Van Ingelghem

CosmicPurple zei op 22 jan 2014 - 20:32:
neverland isn't wonderland

part unam

But, peter
says wendy & pushes curls back, shy (suddenly) when
his hands slipslide down her cheeks (sunburnt from playing
dangerously close to the sun, she swings into the glare and giggles, little girl
little girl)

But, wendy
says peter and rough hands tickle little-girl thighs I'd
like that kiss now & wendy bends, but, oh peter! peter!
(he smiles, nasty elf, but wendy says peter)
& the fingers tighten, the nightgown tears
but wendy, says peter, I love you (this time)

part duo

& the curls are a mess, tinkerbelle sees, the child is crying (pixie smiles,
teeth bared, oh pleasure, for the wicked & loved) but, peter! peter!
asleep,
pulls away,
little boys lost (never grow never hurt never learn) tug, tug, tug
play, wendy play?
Wendy, alone, clutches at water and dreams of mermaids and drowning
(curls a mess, she wipes away blood this time, this time from little-girl thighs)


- by Cassidy

Bodine zei op 22 jan 2014 - 20:34:
Oeh!

1Dzayn zei op 22 jan 2014 - 21:38:
I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place
Flowers, flowers everywhere
And the sun, the sun burned on my head

I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place
Animals, animals everywhere
And the sun, the sun burned on my head

I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place
But I was stuck here
On earth

I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place
Slowly I walked to the edge
The edge of the cliff

I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place
It was calling my name
Begging me to come

Tears streamed down my face
And the place, the place continued to call my name
I took a deep breath
Looking down at the see
I was dreaming
Dreaming of a place

One lest breath
One lest step
And I flied

{Zelf geschreven, ik doe samen met Cyntia *krewella* gedichten en deze komt daaruit =)}

CosmicPurple zei op 9 maart 2014 - 17:35:
Such Beautiful People

Beautiful people, you see and believe
But don't you know that they are rife with disease?
Little maggots, that crawl in their flesh
They walk around with a hole in their chest.

They try to pull you, they push you to be
They make a horror; now it's staring at me!
Abomination in the mirror you see
Are you so sick, that you cannot believe?

Oh! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh
You hear the lies on their putrid breath.

Now! They tell you how to live and how you should be
But they're ones who will never be free.
Trapped by the mirror and what they see
Is there a devil called Vanity?

Yeah! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease.
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh,
You feel the lies on their putrid breath...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th March 2012