Noahhtho
Stone
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- Jan 29, 2016
I've always thought that poetry was a god-sent fix for any mental ailments, as it's helped me through some tough times. I'm just curious onto who else enjoys a little bit of poetry, and maybe share some of your work? I'm not pursuing a career in anything remotely related to poetry, or English in general, but I still like to think that I would've in a past life. It's just something I like to dabble in a bit and find it to be incredibly deviating, as it cleanses my head of all things around me so that I can focus on the work of art in front of me.
Here's something of mine that I wrote awhile back for my college English course.
Out of time
Time is a particularly fragile thing.
From the land of things both seen and unseen,
I've come to the realization that time is an idea that was formulated by living things.
Be that from how we realize spend each day aging like fine wine
Only to eventually decay away and turn to dust.
I've come to the realization that man made or otherwise, time runs out
And eventually, I, too, will run out of time.
From the land of things both seen and unseen, I will fall over and die
Be that warm in my bed, or in a dark and remote corner of the earth.
O, alas! Life may be riveting through the ocular lenses of that particular mind-set.
Running out of time, running into mortal boundaries that have been created
Alas, I am running out of time.
Be that as it may, I will run out of time in utter solace.
As I know, given from the knowledge in the land of things both seen and unseen,
I will find peace.
Thus, I shall run out of time only to find a new adventure
In the land of things both seen and unseen.
I particularly like this poem that I wrote because it was written in a time that my mother was diagnosed with cancer for the fourth time, and I thought that, given that she's undergone the whole process of chemotherapy many times prior, that she simply did not have the strength to live. I wrote it for her while she was recovering in the hospital. If you can't tell, it has a little bit of a religious pretense, only because my mother believes in life after death and I figured it'd be a refreshing thought for her. The land of things both seen and unseen, is, of course, Heaven, assuming you look at it from a Christian view point. However, it's a vague statement so it could mean whatever the reader wants it to read.
If you have any works of your own, please feel free to comment below. This is a safe space, so don't mind the ridicule of me, and I assume others will respect this idea.
Here's something of mine that I wrote awhile back for my college English course.
Out of time
Time is a particularly fragile thing.
From the land of things both seen and unseen,
I've come to the realization that time is an idea that was formulated by living things.
Be that from how we realize spend each day aging like fine wine
Only to eventually decay away and turn to dust.
I've come to the realization that man made or otherwise, time runs out
And eventually, I, too, will run out of time.
From the land of things both seen and unseen, I will fall over and die
Be that warm in my bed, or in a dark and remote corner of the earth.
O, alas! Life may be riveting through the ocular lenses of that particular mind-set.
Running out of time, running into mortal boundaries that have been created
Alas, I am running out of time.
Be that as it may, I will run out of time in utter solace.
As I know, given from the knowledge in the land of things both seen and unseen,
I will find peace.
Thus, I shall run out of time only to find a new adventure
In the land of things both seen and unseen.
I particularly like this poem that I wrote because it was written in a time that my mother was diagnosed with cancer for the fourth time, and I thought that, given that she's undergone the whole process of chemotherapy many times prior, that she simply did not have the strength to live. I wrote it for her while she was recovering in the hospital. If you can't tell, it has a little bit of a religious pretense, only because my mother believes in life after death and I figured it'd be a refreshing thought for her. The land of things both seen and unseen, is, of course, Heaven, assuming you look at it from a Christian view point. However, it's a vague statement so it could mean whatever the reader wants it to read.
If you have any works of your own, please feel free to comment below. This is a safe space, so don't mind the ridicule of me, and I assume others will respect this idea.
R. Find every place in the poem where you read something like "Time is a PARTICULARLY fragile thing" and then remove the superfluous 3-5 syllables as appropriate. If you plan carefully it won't be hard to shore up your meter in the same process.
