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Here's my first one:

Beginnings are Ends

As the worms I am condemned
to eat from the black, rotten fruits
lying dead on the filthy, hungry ground,
beneath the diseased tree of life.

As the yellowed, thirsty fields I'm aware
of the darkenning clouds above the earth;
only I don't crave the water,
but dread its inevitable fall.

I smell the nausiating reek of decay.
I taste the bitter stretch in growing.
I hear the squeels of suffering endeavors.
I feel the gnawing of age on my skin.

I see the dying in living...

I can't be the only one living in the dark?

Behold the reaper
he is me and iam him
iam the creaper
i can kill but cannot swim

Behold my callous
And you shall feel it
behold my malice
and all shall fear it

Iam coming prepare
i have joined him
watching my final despair
death is our final wimb

As penned once by a famous poet. "DEATH, thou too shalt DIE."

what?
are you saying this is off another peom if it is i had no idea

If you must accuse someone of plagiarism please take care to back yourself up

"DEATH, thou too shalt DIE." Does not make logical sense: In the event of Death dying, death has still taken place - anything that dies, dies by death, so death can actually not die, as it takes death to die!

*nods sagely*


































Kidding

When everything else is dead and there is nothing more to die, would this not mean the death of death also?

clapping banyey

Actually I think the word 'also' was surplus to requirements I did bad.

no2 You could have inserted the word 'also' into the sentence between the words 'not' and 'mean', or left it where it was. Sounded fine to me honey

NO. After everything else has died, there is no more life, BUT only death - the absence of life! Also, death can only be dead if it has actually died, but death cannot die as I stated before - it amounts to an ontological contradiction.

Actually, it's one of those unanswerable conundrums. What came first.... etc?

Actually, now that I think about it again, death is not some entity out there, but rather a state of being - in other words, a lifeless being which once had life - the absence of life in bio-matter. So I think it's silly to say death can die, because death isn't something, it's an aquired trait. It's also philosophically an uncategorical statement to say: "Death can die" - the same as "Life can live" - it simply doesn't make sense.

It's not a conundrum, but rather simple - death is the absence of life in an entity which once had life - it's a condition.

Dude it's a poetry thread not a philosophy thread, there has to be an element of artistic license, people use language to try to express themselves, this may not mean that they are saying that Death can die, have you thought that they might mean that once everything is dead there can be no more death and their poetic way of stating this is to say 'DEATH, thou too shalt DIE.'?

I don't think that poetry and prose should have too much philosophy applied to it otherwise it would remove the beauty from it and would render a lot of it pointless.

Exactly. If I'm not mistaken, this entire conversation was initiated by the following quote;



This poem is centred around The Reaper, or Death. An imagined entity. So, Philosophicus, I think you were being a little too literal my friend

Yeah, ok, ok. Poetic license I guess.....anyway, Coran, you did try to argue with me that death can indeed die and I just had to demonstrate that it's a bit contradictive. Atleast we all now know that death can't literaly die! Or, maybe for the poet death can die, but not for the philosopher.

Back to the POETRY people

OMFG, I did not mean for that tangent to happen people. sorry in the deepest way. (the quote is from a poem by Shelley, or someone. cant remember. oi!!) I think your poem was groovy Phil, just was really tired and sick of seein brandino everywhere acting like itself. oi. Anyway, yeah great poem. Yet again, sorry for causing the derailment. S@#@ on me.......

Wow dude have you considered writing metal lyrics

Good question. You definitely should.

Well, maybe I should consider writing metal lyrics...do you guys think I could even make money out of it?

Give yourself an ambition honey, you could do marvellously well

Well, thanks for the confidence in me, really appreciate it.

heh you could make a bundle if you know the right folks. I have seen a good bit of songwriters with NO talent get cash, like the guy who did the song about a dead skunk. (country song) i mean, if a dead skunk song makes it, something meaningful HAS to...

Well, thanks - I'll definately try to give it a go.

this is one i had to write on a poetry course at school, it was based on some american poets poem about plums, it's nor very good or dark but i feel like posting somewhere so anyway -

I'm sorry
I have
stolen
your life

I hope you can
forgive me.
It is so much
better than mine

Full of
friends
Full of
happiness.

lol philosophicus.... how many accounts you made?

CONFUSED SPIRIT
Why are you lingering here?
Filled with emotions and fear?
I feel you when crying.
I hear you when calling.
I see the fire,
Intensions and your bad desires.
Why?
Why dod you do this?
Wouldn't it be better
To have a hug and kiss?
Instead you are evil,
Yet trying to be civil.
You are being controlled,
Laughed at and sold.
Stolen...from that of your grave---.
Trying to be saved.
But you can't be,
Because of cruel humanity.
You lie dead.
Thinking: "What was said was said."
Break free.
Res for eternity!
Kiss the cross,
Know the cause.
And leave...
Set yourself free,
To where you want to be.

SIN
Feel the breeze,
Kissing your skin.
A slight little freeze,
Bringing back your sin.
You remember quite clear..
Of the things you saw---
Right here,
It happened all.
Close your eyes,
Stop the dreaming.
Understand the lies,
And why they kept screaming.
Close your mouth,
You'll catch flies.
Her them scream loud,
Wide open eyes.
Feel the vibrations,
See the memory.
Heal the frustrations,
Of seeing them in the cemetery.
See the blood,
Oozing.
Creeping down the rug,
Hurting.
Feel the breeze,
Kissing your skin,
A slight little freeze,
Bringing back your sin.

THEY FOLLOW ME
Look behind me,
What do I see?
Lurking shadows,
Following me.
Walking foward,
Here they come,
Walking towards,
Floating on.
Singing voices,
In back of me.
I have no choice,
So let me be.
I run away,
As they dance.
As they sway.
Here's my chance!
Run!
I run.
They follow,
Here they come!
I stop,
I swallow.
Look behind me,
What do I see?
Lurking shadows,
Following me.

DEVIL III
Bleeding hearts
Torn apart,
Given to the devils hand.
Bleeding hearts
Torn apart,
Written curse upon the sand.
Bleeding hearts
Torn apart,
Given to that horrid man.
Bleeding hearts
Torn apart,
He'll make you burn if you dance.
Bleeding hearts
Torn apart,
There is no second chance.
TURNED AWAY, BUT....
Trun on the lights when its dark,
Pick up your feet and start to walk.
Dazzled by the fantasy world,
Forgotten about the land of the lord.
Welcomed into these gates to hell,
But you turn away,
You've already been there.
Turned off the lights,
Ignored the sights.
Locked in a sort of prison,
View of the world in crimson.
Stabbed by earth's knife,
Forgot about life.
Welcomed into these gates to hell,
But you've come to say:
I'm already there.

*the man by the fire* I saw a man he was standing by the fire he was alone...or was he? I thought i knew him but i still am not sure but i do know the things he stood for....For the children who have no food to eat for the old people who have nothing to give but their souls.For the many men and women who are gone but not forgotten...For the mother who has given all that she can give. i watched him for a minute or was it an hour? I batted my eyes in disbelief but he would not go away. I called out to him, "I will tell no one." He said, "Tell everyone, for the end is near." Time stood still as daylight turned to darkness and he was gone...but I saw a man and he was standing by the fire...