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Poetry
Topic Started: Dec 16 2008, 10:23 AM (139 Views)
Strawberry	Dec 16 2008, 10:23 AM Post #1
Chiaroscuro Posts: 7,817 Group: Rock Princess Member #1,750 Joined: September 24, 2006	Does any of you read poetry? I love poetry, and I'd like to share with you one of my favorite poems of all time. It's a poem by Pablo Neruda, and its message has been motivating me to have the best life I can have for a long time. Feel free to post some of your favorite poems and name your favorite poets. But make sure you read what the others are posting too, or else this topic wouldn't make sense. They die slowly, those who don't turn the tables when they are unhappy at work, who don't risk the certain for the uncertain to run after a dream, who don't permit themselves, even just once in a lifetime, to run away from sensible advice. They die slowly, those who don't travel, who don't read, who don't hear music, who don't find grace in themselves. They die slowly, those who destroy their own love, who won't accept help. They die slowly, those who pass their days complaining about their bad luck or about the incessant rain. They die slowly, those who abandon a project before starting it, never asking about a subject they are unfamiliar with, never responding when asked about something they know. We avoid the smooth dues of death by always remembering that being alive demands an effort much more than the simple action of breathing. That only through our most ardent patience will we conquer a splendid happiness. - Pablo Neruda "They Die Slowly"
	If you cry, you'll rust. {Wizard of Oz}


*Rebel X*	Dec 16 2008, 03:07 PM Post #2
Posts: 5,561 Group: Shadow Rep Member #88 Joined: January 16, 2005	That's funny. This is one of my favorite poets. He won a Nobel prize in 1971. I'm not sure I remember this poem. I like it alot though. In the beginning he talks about finding something you love and not pushing it out and avoiding it. He also talks about embracing life to the fullest. Obviously those that won't will infact "...Die Slowly" and it's not literal but figurative. Those that die slowly suffer, if you dont embrace life and find your passion and enjoy your passion then you will suffer in the world you know and perrish never being happy or satisfied. Those you dont take a chance in emotion and life won't live such a great life. It's really like becoming addicted to a poor habit and forgetting your passion. Slave-like. I like his work. That's what I saw anyways, I know theres is more I havn't talked about but I dont wanna make this to long and dull. This is a poem, the first poem by Pablo Neruda that I read and loved. It really reflected on the thing that was bothering me in life at that time. Tonight I can write the saddest lines Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda
	I am the light of darkness Thanks to + Light for the sig and avatar


Strawberry	Dec 16 2008, 07:23 PM Post #3
Chiaroscuro Posts: 7,817 Group: Rock Princess Member #1,750 Joined: September 24, 2006	"My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing." AW That's such a heartfelt, depressing, devastating poem... in a good way, though. I love how smost of Neruda's poems sound so simple but so true, because it makes it easier to connect to its messages, and it gives it a lot of honesty. I could feel his sadness in this poem you posted, in fact, I did feel sad while reading it, it overtook me for a moment, and it's just beautiful when a poem does that to you. Thanks for sharing this poem here, I didn't know it.
	If you cry, you'll rust. {Wizard of Oz}


+ Byakko	Dec 16 2008, 09:03 PM Post #4
Operor Vel Non Operor Posts: 8,848 Group: Legend Member #158 Joined: February 7, 2005 Favourite Anime Naruto Shippuuden What Browser do you use? Opera 9.6 Favourite Manga Fullmetal Alchemist	I love some poetry, and I'm going to post ANOTHER Pablo Neruda poem. I think it's beautiful Dark Things To Be Loved I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
	"Freedom Lies In Being Bold"


Strawberry	Dec 17 2008, 01:49 AM Post #5
Chiaroscuro Posts: 7,817 Group: Rock Princess Member #1,750 Joined: September 24, 2006	wow, I could have never imagined that there were so many Pablo Neruda fans here. One more beautiful poem, Mike. I'll try to post a poem by another writer tomorrow.
	If you cry, you'll rust. {Wizard of Oz}


~~.Punxx~~	Dec 17 2008, 02:04 AM Post #6
Worst Member of the Year Posts: 1,580 Group: Suspended Member #2,429 Joined: July 11, 2007	This is a song by Bruce Springsteen; Atlantic City. I always listen to it in the car. You probably wouldn't like it.. nobody I know does lol.. it is very well written as you can see. Don't tell me it's not poetic though... there is a meaning to this song as well, maybe it is not understandable, as it was made in the 80's. Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night Now, they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now, theres trouble bustin in from outta state And the d.a. cant get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth Well now, evrything dies, baby, thats a fact But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in atlantic city Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the central trust And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, thats a fact... Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever Ill stay Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold And maybe evrything dies, baby, thats a fact But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back Now, I been lookin for a job, but its hard to find Down here its just winners and losers and dont Get caught on the wrong side of that line Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna Do a little favor for him Well, I guess everything dies, baby, thats a fact...



*Rebel X*	Dec 17 2008, 09:42 AM Post #7
Posts: 5,561 Group: Shadow Rep Member #88 Joined: January 16, 2005	I hope everyone actually remembers to reflect or atleast acknowledge that they read the poems above otherwise this topic is a waste and people will just post random poems without talking about them. Dark Things to be Loved is a very nice poem. i've seen it before. it sends out differnt messages to different people. At first it felt like he was sayin he loves someone he doesnt know or has to see, but then when you read into it and along I saw him talking about loving this person or thing without having to see the beauty on the outside but what was great about it on the inside. There were manythings in that one i liked. The bruce springsteen one is good. He showed the stuggles of life in that song and how when you think times are low keep your head up and things cud look better. but of course then the end comes and infact it doesnt get better when your doing things by the book and "legally". Sometimes to survuve you have to do the things u thought u'd never do. i think it was also saying that even though there is hope their is never a guarentee that things will turn out okay in the end.
	I am the light of darkness Thanks to + Light for the sig and avatar


Strawberry	Dec 18 2008, 01:13 AM Post #8
Chiaroscuro Posts: 7,817 Group: Rock Princess Member #1,750 Joined: September 24, 2006	Please, no song lyrics here, as there is already a thread specifically for it (here). But since you've already posted the lyrics to that song, I can say I really didn't connect to it all that much, sorry. And I agree with Rebel, make sure you comment at least one poem posted by another person. I'm now going to post a poem by someone who I consider a fantastic writer, Oscar Wilde. He has his own unique style, and mixes often the notion of monstrous with the notion of beauty, as well as he creates bizarre, mystical characters to emphasize the theme of some of his poems. Kinda like Tim Burton does in his movies, I'd dare to say. THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by: Oscar Wilde We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss. Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind. We watched the ghostly dancers spin To sound of horn and violin, Like black leaves wheeling in the wind. Like wire-pulled automatons, Slim silhouetted skeletons Went sidling through the slow quadrille. They took each other by the hand, And danced a stately saraband; Their laughter echoed thin and shrill. Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed A phantom lover to her breast, Sometimes they seemed to try to sing. Sometimes a horrible marionette Came out, and smoked its cigarette Upon the steps like a live thing. Then, turning to my love, I said, "The dead are dancing with the dead, The dust is whirling with the dust." But she--she heard the violin, And left my side, and entered in: Love passed into the house of lust. Then suddenly the tune went false, The dancers wearied of the waltz, The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl. And down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.
	If you cry, you'll rust. {Wizard of Oz}


~~.Punxx~~	Dec 18 2008, 01:50 AM Post #9
Worst Member of the Year Posts: 1,580 Group: Suspended Member #2,429 Joined: July 11, 2007	Quote: Please, no song lyrics here, as there is already a thread specifically for it (here). But since you've already posted the lyrics to that song, I can say I really didn't connect to it all that much, sorry. That wasn't much of a song without the poetry. I thought that was a good example of a Narrative poem. the structure was rather poemilike, it had the rhyming verses, the expressing verses. None of that swearing or repition most people make when they attempt to brand themselves as poets. And I didn't want to put it there because I felt that that topic is spam, and no one takes posts seriously there. They just post a song, then move on to the next poster. It's one of my favorite written lyrics of all time on that note. Eh, you're poem by Oscar was more gothic to me than anything. I felt like a couple was dancing with nobody, then they imagined they were dancing with somebody, by the end of the poem they were dancing alone, or should I say 1 person was dancing alone. Restating my 1st choice of poem, I like how Rebel stated, he surely answers the song. It's linked to the likes of bad things and casinos.. anyways, you know what I'm talking about.. Atlantic City is like a mini Las Vegas. I wish to talk about it more, but this isn't the place. Here's a more traditonal, short poem by Shakespeare himself Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee. I couldn't find the modern english version; sorry Edited by .Punxx, Dec 18 2008, 01:51 AM.



+ Byakko	Dec 18 2008, 05:52 PM Post #10
Operor Vel Non Operor Posts: 8,848 Group: Legend Member #158 Joined: February 7, 2005 Favourite Anime Naruto Shippuuden What Browser do you use? Opera 9.6 Favourite Manga Fullmetal Alchemist	That's a beautiful poem Kris. I love the style of the writing. I think this next one is a tinsy bit long (34 Stanza's each 6 lines) to post. So I'm going to post my 4 favourite. But you can read it all Here Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came - Robert Browning I My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. III If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly I did turn as he pointed: neither pride Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be. X So, on I went. I think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers---as well expect a cedar grove! But cockle, spurge, according to their law Might propagate their kind, with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure-trove. XXXIV There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew. ``Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'
	"Freedom Lies In Being Bold"


+ Byakko	Oct 15 2009, 01:07 AM Post #11
Operor Vel Non Operor Posts: 8,848 Group: Legend Member #158 Joined: February 7, 2005 Favourite Anime Naruto Shippuuden What Browser do you use? Opera 9.6 Favourite Manga Fullmetal Alchemist	Bump and a double post, I'm on a role. "She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies." - Lord Byron "I want to be different To stand all alone To be cool, to be loved Universally known Just me" - Becky Swell "Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on." - Percy Bysshe Shelly
	"Freedom Lies In Being Bold"


*Rebel X*	Oct 15 2009, 10:44 AM Post #12
Posts: 5,561 Group: Shadow Rep Member #88 Joined: January 16, 2005	Oh man I recognize this. I think it's a classic man. I've never actually read the entire poem but once I saw that first line I know it. It's been used in many way through out the world.
	I am the light of darkness Thanks to + Light for the sig and avatar


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