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Poetry-Favorite Poem?

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by bronxcutie, Nov 9, 2004.

  1. bronxcutie

    bronxcutie Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 4, 2003 Messages: 175 Likes Received: 0
    Here is one of my favorite poems.

    I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.

    A free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wings
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with fearful trill
    of the things unknown
    but longed for still
    and is tune is heard
    on the distant hill for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

    Maya Angelou
     
  2. Abracadabra

    Abracadabra Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: Dec 28, 2001 Messages: 22,906 Likes Received: 113
  3. bronxcutie

    bronxcutie Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 4, 2003 Messages: 175 Likes Received: 0
    Ok I don't even know what an EMO is... haha... I just like poems?
     
  4. bronxcutie

    bronxcutie Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 4, 2003 Messages: 175 Likes Received: 0
    Anyway here's another good one =)

    P.O.W

    I'm a prisoner
    Of words unsaid
    Just lonely feelings
    Locked away in my head
    I trap myself further
    Every time I stay quiet
    I should start to speak
    But I stop and stay silent
    And now I've made
    My own hard bed
    Inside a prison of words unsaid

    I am a P.O.W
    Not a prisoner of war
    A prisoner of words
    Like a soldier
    I'm a fighter
    Yet only a puppet
    Mostly I only say
    What you wanna hear
    Could you take it if I came clear?
    Or would you rather see me
    Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
    M.I.A
    I guess that's what I am
    Scrapping this cold earth
    For a peice of myself
    For peace in myself

    It'd be easier if you put me in jail
    If you locked me away
    I'd have someone to blame
    But these bars of steel are of my making
    They surround my mind
    And have me shaking
    My hands are cuffed behind my back
    I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
    A prisoner of compromise
    A prisoner of compassion
    A prisoner of kindness
    A prisoner of expectation
    A prisoner of my youth
    Run too fast to be old
    I've forgotten what I was told
    Ain't I a sight to behold?

    A priosner of age dying to be young
    To my heart is my head with a gun
    And it's cold and it's hard

    Cause there's no where to run
    When you've caged yourself
    By holding your tongue

    I'm a prisoner
    Of words unsaid
    Just lonely feelings
    Locked away in my head
    It's like solitary confinment
    Every time I stay quiet
    I should start to speak
    But I stop and stay silent
    And now I've made
    My own hard bed
    Inside a prison of words unsaid

    Alicia Keys ( from her new book, Tears for Water! )
     
  5. Abracadabra

    Abracadabra Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: Dec 28, 2001 Messages: 22,906 Likes Received: 113
    LoLoLoLoLzzeRRRzz!!
     
  6. ClueTwo

    ClueTwo Veteran Member

    Joined: Nov 30, 2001 Messages: 9,016 Likes Received: 117
    I will being crying now and cutting myself because it feels SOOOOOOOO good..
     
  7. bronxcutie

    bronxcutie Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 4, 2003 Messages: 175 Likes Received: 0
    What are you guys talking about? lol
     
  8. slave_one

    slave_one Elite Member

    Joined: Apr 4, 2003 Messages: 2,745 Likes Received: 2
    slave is a flip
    and hot damn she's so purty
    she is so sweet
    but the goose is so dirty
    too see naked pics
    the knightbats would bribe her
    slavey slave slave
    asl wanna cyber?


    taken from the original graffiti poetry thread
     
  9. ClueTwo

    ClueTwo Veteran Member

    Joined: Nov 30, 2001 Messages: 9,016 Likes Received: 117
    Este es caca..........
     
  10. ClueTwo

    ClueTwo Veteran Member

    Joined: Nov 30, 2001 Messages: 9,016 Likes Received: 117
    NOW THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
     
  11. casekonly

    casekonly Veteran Member

    Joined: Aug 6, 2002 Messages: 8,264 Likes Received: 5
    Dreamland

    Poem by Edgar Allen Poe (1844)



    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have reached these lands but newly
    From an ultimate dim Thule-
    From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
    Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
    With forms that no man can discover
    For the tears that drip all over;
    Mountains toppling evermore
    Into seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
    Their still waters- still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.
    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily,-
    By the mountains- near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
    By the grey woods,- by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp-
    By the dismal tarns and pools
    Where dwell the Ghouls,-
    By each spot the most unholy-
    In each nook most melancholy-
    There the traveler meets aghast
    Sheeted Memories of the Past-
    Shrouded forms that start and sigh
    As they pass the wanderer by-
    White-robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.
    For the heart whose woes are legion
    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
    But the traveler, traveling through it,
    May not- dare not openly view it!
    Never its mysteries are exposed
    To the weak human eye unclosed;
    So wills its King, who hath forbid
    The uplifting of the fringed lid;
    And thus the sad Soul that here passes
    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wandered home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thule
     
  12. fermentor666

    fermentor666 Veteran Member

    Joined: Sep 27, 2003 Messages: 8,152 Likes Received: 15
    Here I sit,
    Broken-hearted.
    Thought I'd shit,
    Yet only farted.
     
  13. ledzep

    ledzep Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 21, 2002 Messages: 146 Likes Received: 1
    [​IMG]
     
  14. bronxcutie

    bronxcutie Junior Member

    Joined: Feb 4, 2003 Messages: 175 Likes Received: 0
    Oh!! those are those birds like ostridges' but smaller?
     
  15. casekonly

    casekonly Veteran Member

    Joined: Aug 6, 2002 Messages: 8,264 Likes Received: 5
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