Improvised Poems

[Virgilijus]

I had a couple of sheets of paper and decided to literally write down the first words that came into my mind. No erasing, no planning, no thinking really. It was quite fun though and I hope that some of you guys try it out and see what your mind will bring out. Here are the two I wrote:

Games

As they look upon the board
Alice thinks for but a moment
She does not care
She never has
And she moves

James wipes the sweat from his brow
And dances in the recesses
He doesn't know the answer
He never has
And he will lose

And childish games just entertain
They bear no weight on a wise man's shoulders
He remembers them with joy
But that is all
they are nothing more
Just fond memories


Rows of Ivory

A brown haired woman
I cannot describe
Eyes full like wheels
And eyebrows like lances
I do not know why
But I only stare
And think
And hope
But I do, and I will
She smiles with shards
And laughs with tremors
And the songs play in full
I am not there but can only imagine
Exactly what I should feel
And in trepidation I wait
Like a rock in the desert
For some rain to wash away
But fools wait to be moved
While desire still runs along
And what have I to say to that?
Nothing, I suppose
I've been wrong before
And felt the errors of a bow
But maybe I should change this time
Maybe it is worth it.
The rows of Ivory in her lips
I would like to know just why.



So, if you want, you can comment or write an improvised poem or both. It's really up to you.

 

[Virgilijus]

This one is not improvised completely; it started out so and then I decided to tweak it into a song. Never the less I'm posting it any way

The Wake

It was a rainy day
Just like the wake
Weeping in huddled black
If I cried it was fake

You were my father
And I love you still
But I wish you weren't
And I always will

I was just a child
And you had no flaws
How I looked up to you
And the hero I saw

But with age it changed
As I heard the news
The real man that you were
And the women you wooed

You knew you were not perfect
But you knew we forgave
Your whole life you used that
Now it's too late

The casket is open
You look at peace
But if I had to guess
You're not in the least

With the funeral march
Six feet in the ground
I stand with my sister
We don't make a sound

I'll never see you again
And it breaks my heart
The father that I know
Wasn't mine from the start

But you were my father
And I love you still
But I wish you weren't
And I always will.

 

[JesiahTEG]

I like them dude. I'm not too much of a poet, but I do enjoy writing other things, and it's cool to see another good writer.

 

[Virgilijus]

Thanks man. And for a second I thought I triple posted again because of the avatar

But really, if any one wants to put down an improvised poem or even just originally improvised and then worked over, feel free. All are welcome!

Also, Scav is a fish monger and a miscreant...

 

[Virgilijus]

Arise

A citrus day
A splendid day
In which the sun shines down
On sleepy faces!
Arise!
Arise!
And greet the coming time
With the vigor that you have.
We cannot stop and wade in the moment,
But move
And walk forward.
For if we don't
We are lost,
And things will fall apart.

 

[Virgilijus]

The Cruelty of a Child

It smiles and laughs
With a newborn look,
And slowly wrings the life
Out of the kitten in it's hands.
And then,
When it moves no more
It ceases to entertain
And the child moves on,
Not even the slightest bit aware
Of the unjust cruelty it dealt.
Sometimes,
There is nothing as cruel
As a child.

 

[Virgilijus]

This one is mostly improvised:

Time For Beauty

There is a Scarlet Tanager
Outside my beds window.
It sings with robes of crimson
And with the gentle fall of snow.
It sings of winged beauty
With words a man can't say.
It sings at 3 o'clock in the morning
Every
Single
Day.

There is a time and place for beauty
So that our lens' eye is clear;
We can then behold a sight
We mortal men can't engineer.
To such a song to hear
Other times would flourish green,
Yet as I walk back 'nto my home
I pray Providence hasn't seen.

There was a Scarlet Tanager
Outside my beds window.
It sang with robes of crimson
And with the gentle fall of snow.
It sang of winged beauty
With words a man can't say.
It used to sing at 3 in the morning
But now its
Gone
Away.

 

[Virgilijus]

This one is not recent, but it was improvised.

Unlike Any Other

I try
I try so hard
Push my boundaries to the edge
And if I have to topple them
I will.
And all because of one,
That one who changed me.
Unlike any other.
And unaware that the things I do
The person I have become,
Outside and in,
Is all because
She was unlike any other.

 

[ss118]

lol @ quindraple(sp?) post =)

more on topic, very nice. I like that last one, for reasons you shall never know.....
......
aw, ****, that gave it away!

 

[Virgilijus]

Why thank you! And I wrote that poem when I was a sophomore in high school; I believe at least most guys faced some sort of the same frustration

Also, as I said before: Please, post your own improvised poems! I would love to see what you guys would write off the top of your head.

 

[Virgilijus]

The Valley

I woke up again
In the moonlit valley.
With bare feet and mind
I breathed the feral wind.
I was alone,
Save the moon,
Who had cleaved the mountains;
The trenchant path
That lay before me.
Without hesitation
My ribs stretched the skin.
The flesh became lite.
The endless fields rolled,
And without hesitation
I ran.

 

[McCloud]

I'm looking for dime pieces and sexy ladies,
let me introduce you to my Sierra Mercedes..

I mean. Whoops.

Shoes

They start off clean,
nice and white and vibrant.
I almost hate to break them in.
But one mile goes, then two, then five hundred.
They wonder why my shoes get dirty,
why I have a hole through the top,
why I don't throw them away,
and get new ones.
I guess it's just memorabilia,
to look back on when I'm old,
just like my shoes.

 

[Virgilijus]

Timid

I am a timid man
A shy man
Who, in earnest, wishes for little attention.
But as I know I am
My friends, my peers,
They think that I lie.
When others come over
And ask for a story
I am too cowardly to refuse;
They gather and listen
And laugh.
They all say,
"Vincent, entertain us!"
I am a timid man:
Too shy not to oblige them.
But quickly I grow tired and pained
And my mind needs rest;
The days do not fly by,
I push them.
And as the conversation carries on
I wish for quiet under my breath;
In modesty just a moment,
In honesty much more.

The people remember
When they stopped and stayed
How many stories I told
And how many listened.
...
"Vincent, entertain us!"
"Vincent, do not leave yet!"

O,
How I could be more timid
If I were a little more bold.

 

[Virgilijus]

The Dreaming

Oh, I have dream'd
Of things unseen
Upon Oneiros' shore

The visions torn
Through Gates of Horn
And tales untold in lore

They drift with wings
And deceiptful, bring
Sights from an Ivory land

His Black Eyes teem
Of the Fiddler's Green,
As it rests upon his hand.

He plays the king
With his pale trireme
As visitors leave with the morn'

But with him, souls stay,
Eyes grasping for day,
And shadowless, go west reborn.

 

[Blackadder]

No idea what I'm gonna write, but I'm darn bored.

*More of a rap than a poem, but there the same thing, excpet with rap, "you get to be a jerk".
This is of the top of my head, so don't kock it to much. XD
(I'm bored as hell)


I always wanted to entertain,
To keep people happy,
But the pressure is making me INSANE
The stress, I need less, It's crulty,
It's faulty, it's crazy, it's F**ked up, it's scary,
I just want time back, just me and no Mary*,
No fans and no media,
No deadlines, no headlines,
No page on god**** wikipedia!
I became rich, but moneys a b**ch, it don't make you happy,
it don't keep you warm, like a family!
fame isn't a joke, just sends you on coke, it comes with a price,
The paparazzi, the concerts, the reviews, the FOXnews,
The lies, It's INTENSE, Need good lawyers, defence, sued
everyday, Kids say that I'm "gay" coz I keep breaking down,
I fail, I cry, I just wish I would DIE!
I blame my parents for sending this way, this route, this twisted
pathway, it's shiny, it's bright, but that's just a front,
it's just another dead end, no turn around bend, just you,
and the darkness, no knight in the armor, no friends, just bad carma,
I give up now, this is the end! I can't keep it up, were'd I put that gun?
Oh yeah, here it is, I didn't get no last fun!

*Mary=The UNMENTIONABLE drug on this forum. Hint: We*d.

...anyways, yeah, that's it.
Off the top of me mind that is.

*Blackadder out*

 

[Virgilijus]

I enjoyed it

A lot of people don't realize song lyrics (including rap) are poetry when winnowed from music because they can't look at the two separated.

And it is quite a talent to improvise a coherent poem with rhyme

 

[Blackadder]

I enjoyed it

A lot of people don't realize song lyrics (including rap) are poetry when winnowed from music because they can't look at the two separated.

And it is quite a talent to improvise a coherent poem with rhyme

Wow, some prais for some random thing I shot up quickly.
Neat, thanks!

Your poems are pretty nice though, I assume you've been going for a while with that kinda stuff you do?
Keep it up.

 

[Stone.Tower]

It isn't much, but it's one of my more popular poems...

Sleeping in Traffic

Faded feathers, a wounded bird.
Too tired to go on, entertainment for the blind.
Unable to fly, unable to cry.
A façade of happiness plagues her face.
Her tears hidden behind jewel eyes.

Waiting for that kiss that will lay her to sleep.
Amongst all this traffic and violence.
A sensible death wish runs through her mind.
She's seen as insane and send off to be healed.
Healed, as they call it, was not healing at all.

Scarring, more scarring.
Oh, let the torture end.
Blindfolded.
Laying, across the cold pavement.
Blinding lights, screeching through the night.
Run me over, kid, it's all I need.

 

[Blackadder]

My second attempt:

Lets try the rp game again:

The women love me why is this **** the shiz it is/why the chicks bust the *** to get my attention/far as I'm concerned they just grillin' my suspension/waiting for that one girl, h*e, sl*t, b*tch, at which I won't hurl/Down the town, lookin' around/Don't see nothin' worth standin' ground/No real women, no fiesty/sexy/chillin' I'm yellin' for some action/ not any fake sh*t, Some real fast take sh*t/Not that take it/See a fly girl, she see's me/comes right up, beeline for me/Starts talkin' crap/Wanna see that gap/take her round back/get undressed/Messed/Blessed/digressed/First in is first out/Hearin' her shout/waitin' for the top/got a cherry to pop/Man this sh*ts hot/s'the ned of the night, no light, no fright, just had a blast, enjoyed while it was to last/never see her again/but that don't matter/no need for chatter, scatter, go home and feelin' madder.

Wow I'm suprised a lot of that rymed. Once again, that was of the top of my head. Not that good, by it passed 3 mins of my time away.
If any one is offended by that rap/poem/whatever, PM me.
I just felt this place has free speech...right? lulz

 

[Zook]

Interesting thread.

So... We just make them up on the spot?

Purple Baloon

I am a purple balloon
Weightless
Lonely
Waiting
For the one who wants me
To get me

 

[Blackadder]

Interesting thread.

So... We just make them up on the spot?

Purple Baloon

I am a purple balloon
Weightless
Lonely
Waiting
For the one who wants me
To get me

That is oddly awsome.
I love that'd that poem. So simple, but still, so brilliant!
Skill man. Skill beyond reason.

 

[Virgilijus]

Partially improvised...

Lonely Boy

Dark tranquil night
Cold marble night
Thrown about the sky
O, what a sight for a
Lonely boy
Gazin', gazin', gazin'
With his eyes

Fierce wind blows
Peircing it blows
Nips his skin whisprin'
"Nights get so cold" for a
Lonely boy
Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin'
With a sigh

And the night rolls on
Slower than any day
His knees to his chest
Prayin' that he sees her
Stray to him the same way
As his dreams

What can he do?
What can he do?
He's tried so hard but it's all
Shades of blue for a
Lonely boy
Nothin', nothin', nothin'
By his side

Calm night
Hollow night
Overwhelms him
And he can't see the stars
Any more

Then the Sun
Glorious Sun!
Rises beside him;
The long night is done and our
Lonely boy
He'll be smilin', smilin', smilin'
All his life.

 

[RaynEX]

"The Wind, My Guide."



When they have taken all from me,
what will I do?
Do they expect their actions
to bring about a smoother
course of proceedings?

Taking away will only generate
a want for more,
a need for more.

It is at these times that those
with nothing left look to the
unimaginable, the ridiculous, and the inconceivable.

It seems, the disheartened turn caution to the wind, most often when they need it most.

I feel the cold breath of uncertainty against my neck.

What now?
Is it over?
Do I leave?

Too many questions.

Solitude my companion, the wind my guide; from this torment I wish to hide.