if i could rhyme just because you like rhyme, in Lithuania, though, a new generation is coming - modern, free style, but also very subtle and softly, not idealistic style. My classmate has won several prizes, he's more known than any other of his age kind people. There're plenty of sites on internet where Lithuanian people can post their verses and be evaluated somehow. it's really cool. of course, everything in Lithunian, although saome people write in English as well, but in my view they ain't that good. well, foreign language, nothing to say. and no - i'm not posting there my verses i quite fusty and i don't think it is good anyway, my own critic is frustrating for me

Oh, come on... I want to read some more poems

Kom, hann kallar
likam títt er deytt
sálin livir um øldir allar

Lat menniskjan gloyma
doyggja eina
sum úlvar vit droyma
renna í flokki

Kom hann kallar
úlvur tín vaknar
rennur frælsur um vallar

skjótt skal úlvin aftur síggja
hann rópar
í deyða tínum, fær tú nýggja
sálin brennur
úlvur rennur

OOOOOOOOOH THE HORROR!

Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, twas his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.

By God's mercy he was catched
With a dark lantern and lighted match.
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King.

well, Despite of Oak's remark i'm gonna post one of translated verses of a famous poet who lived once here.

Vincas Mykolaitis-Putinas (he was mainly symbolist)

THE SPECKLEDY FALCONS

The glow of the sunset was nearly to die
When speckledy falcons flew up to the sky.
Despising earth's dreams, too deceptive to bear,
They spread their long wings in the currents of air.
"We mustn't return," looking earthwards they vowed,
"While darkness its mountains and valleys enshroud.
We'll have now no dreams and no shadows to shun
Upon the bright roads leading straight to the sun.
And when we catch up with the glorious dawn
We'll snatch a bright lily from her brilliant crown –
The dark rocks and fields by miraculous powers
We'll turn into sun-spangled beds of bright flowers!"
They fluttered their wings and so onwards they flew
Still further and higher until they were due
To feel the hot flames of the sun on their way
And see the bright dawn of a new promised day.

The reddening skies in the east clothed in glow,
The sun lit the rocks and the fields down below,
But back from the sky, whether cloudy or clear,
The speckledy falcons did never appear.

Translated by Lionginas Pažūsis

one of my own, it has goten quite popular here in aalst, my hometown

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but... i posted it.. meaning.. seriously that..
Dergos made a mockery of it

Meh... one of the first poems I submited to devart, Justice knows this one... lol bored XD

Rain Falls

Oh, how I miss you, my sweet...
How I long for your touch...
How I wish to feel your heartbeat...
Oh, how I miss you so very much!

I take a walk, try to forget my pain.
It had been cloudy for a while,
And then falls the first drop of rain
And I begin to sketch a smile.

On my eyelids rain starts to fall...
It's your gentle touch closing them
So I can dream of you... I would forever stall
This moment, more precious than any gem.

On my hands the rain starts to fall...
And t'is your hair I now stroke,
So soft... so peaceful t'is all...
But t'is only a dream, dissipating like smoke.

Rain falls and soaks my hair...
And your hands it now caress
Oh, so gentle... It's not fair!
Why is it all just emptiness?

On my lips falls the rain...
And it's your lips they kiss
Oh, how sweet it is... but not the same,
And even more your touch I miss.

On my cheeks falls no more rain...
Only tears... Oh, how I miss you!
The rain has stopped, thoughts of you remain...
I know you're thinking of me too.

Last drop of rain – a tear- down my cheek crawls...
And again I am sad, for you see
No matter how much rain it falls
It could never bring you to me...

quote:

Originally posted by Madman_V3N0M:
No matter how much rain it falls
It could never bring you to me...

quote:

Originally posted by tadaeusas:

quote:

Originally posted by Madman_V3N0M:
No matter how much rain it falls
It could never bring you to me...

*pet pet* dun cry Tad ^^

quote:

Originally posted by tadaeusas:
but... i posted it.. meaning.. seriously that..
Dergos made a mockery of it

dude that's one of my own poems, maybe the sounds in your countrey are different put this is a sound poem and it are the sounds of farting and ****ting and after that the flush

Right, though Dergos effectivly killed this thread () I think we should give it another go.- And I must admit I had great fun reading the old poems, especially those I amde about inhabitants of the forum and poetry


Here is one poem I made a month ago or so, some of you might recognise it:


Freedom
a mountain in the distant sky
love in the grass
birds on the vast plains of the sea

Freedom
I treasure your name
I love your sweet sound
I smell your dreams

Freedom
I see you
when I turn away
I hold you
when my hands are full

Freedom
Never shall you be more than a name to me

You even changed your signature with this

I thought you really like rhyme? Though, the last two lines are so great and they somehow rhyme with the rest of the poem, I actually don't know how it came

Damn! I use to write loads of poetry back in the day!

I must say, there is some really good stuff in this thread too.

quote:

Originally posted by tadaeusas:
I thought you really like rhyme? Though, the last two lines are so great and they somehow rhyme with the rest of the poem, I actually don't know how it came

You laughed at me
You spat in my face
You revelled in glee,
You held the ace

no more
This is my lore


Better? but thanks I actually only used some 5 minutes to write it or so.- Usually I use 45 minutes at the least and 6 months at the most.

@Raide, would be interesting to see some of it and yeah, a lot of the stuff here is good. Not much of mine, it's more funny (at least to me), but especially Madman's are quite good

Actually that one about freedom is more a kind of your motto or even ars poetica

Not necessarily all those which rhyme are good, you know that, Justice

So that means we're getting some Raide's verse any time soon on this thread as well?

*Pretends he knows what ars poetica is* I know just what ars poetica is

Are you saying my rhyming isn't good but yeah, some rhymes are bad, some are good, most are okayish. The same when it comes to the non-rhyming, but the balance is, in my opinion, usually tilted in the wrong direction when
it's
like reading
a normal
sentence
just broken up
by pressing
ENTER
and doing some effects
<->
to make it look lik a
S-> poem <-S


Oh, here is another one:

The broken mirror

Fragments of a world,
_________________thine eyes, yet not.
Dented, twisted and wrong,

Move, a new picture forms:
Tomes of knowledge,
I sorted them just yesterday,
into the closet,
but now-
Shakespeare and Weber
__King and Blake,
___side by side,
_____an uneven line,
________a new world
__________I can't reach.

As I move, the images change:
___A Multitasked printer
__copy machine,
Fax,
and scanner,
__dented, uneven, dark.
___A tuba, no longer a soft shape,
sharp.
_________A dark shadow,
______red light, __the radio.
______________________A blinding flash
___from all sides,
______a single light, __divided into many.

Finally, as I move nearer:
______pieces,
____eyes, brown,
gradually turning green,
_____-another-
______a nose
_____half an ear,
_______head,
_______chest,
______a human,
_shattered on the floor,
____with no glue,
_______no tape,
____and no mirror.



Not my favorite poem, but the most "modern" one I have written. Next up will be some Faroese ones and I'll try to translate them a bit

Bravo! Reasons why it is good:

1) Poem is not really linked with Heroes; that makes your verse new, fresh and shows that you can perceive other things in a world not only mountains, twisted winds, meadows full of corpses of dead heroes

2) You like classics but you also tried a "modern" thing and that's very much appreciable.

Actually what is really "modern" here, is the form that you provided for your verse. That form really suits "broken mirror" theme; words are scattered and dissipated like are fragments and chips of mirror when it breaks; thus your poem gains a tangible body - that is a modern thing. Otherwise you talk about classic things and develop a classical idea (it really doesn't matter that there exist words like 'fax' or 'scanner' - that is just the same world just in different outfit - that's how I see it

Forgot the third reason..

I do not know that any of my poems have been linked to Heroes but thank you for the nice words though

Here is one I found in my archive and re-wrote a bit. Don't remember when I orginally wrote it.

I Wonder

I wonder why I wonder and I wonder why I love
I wonder why I long and I long to long no more
I wonder why I fear and I fear to know the truth
The truth is everlasting, but never lasts for long

I know why I wonder and I wonder what I know
I know what I say yet wonder what I mean
I wonder whom I fear and I fear who I am
Fear will always change me, but I wonder into what

I wonder -
Forever searching
Forever haunted
Forever dreaming
Forever wanted
Sentenced to wander this world,
- sentenced to live -
Never to rest easy
But to sleep the eternal slumber
and still I wonder
Why?