Ars Poetica The Art of Poetry Presented by Fiddler The Latin words "Ars Poetica" means The Art of Poetry to me it has meaning that poems are not just words on a page that are suppose to rhyme, make sense or even have words that I probably would need a dictionary to look up sometimes. A poem expresses the writers feelings; sadness, anger, happiness, love, yearning, mourning, respect...etc. They don't need to have a poetic device or even make sense as long as they hold meaning to someone in the world. So, here, I have/will put all my poems down. If one means something to you please don't hesitate to comment on it. Tell me why it means something to you, and what you felt when you read it. You can post a topic that you'd like me to write on, or even post some of your own and I'll put them here (credited to you of course) *Note: I speak French, Spanish, Latin, English and some German.* **Warning: Some might be in another language but the translated one will be right under it. A Special Word A special word between you and me, A unique bond one cannot see, It’s wrapped up tight in its embrace. For the bond between our love won’t break. Its light shall shine on the darkest days, A light so bright others quake in its wake, Our love will hold in our grasp, As we walk the world with a silent breath. Happiness to hold, Love to keep, I see the stars waiting to be breached.... Rave Musique éclabousse sur moi lumières noires électrisants Son entendu à partir de la porte Music splashed on me Black lights electrifying Sound heard from the door Love Je t'aime je vous ai aimés Je vais aimer Mais je vais vous laisser I love you I loved you I will love you But I will leave you Thorns of a Rose I admit it I love you, Your the beautiful rose I want to have for my own. If only it weren't for your sharp thorns, that hurt me before. I promise you though, you had me when you said hello... Survivor A survivor is made, in the dark days Time is on our side, where we reside Souls will fade, sinking into bays Will we die? Suffocation, no breathing Sorry we’re not leaving Don’t care if I cut my arm bleeding It’s not leaving It’s like walking into a dream So unlike what it seems And when you think it’s not as it seems You’ll wake up in a haze They are killing all but you Coming up to say goodbye It’s nothing but the last of lives Can’t wait to end my time You’ve got a way there? You’ll never escape This harsh of days Will we survive? Zone Horaire Quelle heure est-il là où vous êtes? Quand je vais dormir jusqu'à votre réveil Essayer de comprendre ces fuseaux horaires; me font tellement fou. Pouvez-vous me dire quand nous nous reverrons la prochaine? Je tiens à vous tenir à côté de moi tout serré Je m'ennuie de ces moments où vous avez appelé mon nom Voyant vos sourires égayé mes journées What time is it where you are? When I go to sleep your waking up Trying to figure out these time zones; are making me so crazy. Can you tell me when we will see each other next? I want to hold you next to me all tight Miss those moments where you called my name Seeing your smiles brightened my days Stones My heart is stone. My blood is ice. Tonight’s the night, You will see me cry. Tomorrow the moon, Will shine oh so bright. With the blood of my might, It will shine a bright red. Screaming to the dead. Show me your pain. Because this is my game. Cry of a Raven It’s a bloody night When the raven cries Screaming in flight The young one dies The one with black wings The color of night Shall save the world From a humans fight The night rains blood From guns and knives Hit in the heart Of the ones you fight An angel will save us Cry out her name And the blood of your mothers Killing with her might Sword in hand Killing everyman Plans for Two All of our bridges burned down I wasted my time You walked out on the town Now I'm paralyzed Turn your back on today Leave it all behind I gave you my love to borrow But you just threw it away I spent all of my change on you If happy ever afters did exist Would I ever get to meet one? 'Cause tomorrow is a new day Returned Return me to this world you see Enter the land to be, Let your voices ring. While all the birds do sing. Return me to this world you see; Can I run wild and free? Left; is the road for the dead. While everyone gets in bed. Return me to this world you see, For I wish to indulge on tea. Leave me alone by the river, Id hate for you to catch my fever. No Name Sense the vibration Consultation; temptation All around the air. If you have a name for it comment No Named Poem A poem is nothing without a name, It's a written word of thought. Emotions and Complications; Wonderful and Deep. But a poem is nothing without a name. What is a poem? A set of lines for your liking? Scribbles to be hated on? Or a series of emotions flowing? Yet a poem is nothing without a name. Not a story, not a song. Not a fairytale, not a movie; or a comic or line. A poem is my feelings I share with you. Still a poem is nothing without a name. It's useless and annoying. Despicable and deceiving. Ungrateful though delightful. Poems are nothing without a name.
Re: Ars Poetica Soft and flowing; Brisk and precise; Burned and scorched; Love and life; Mystery and desire; This is my life. Understated, estimated Overconfident, egocentric, Narcissistic, realistic, This is my life.
Re: Ars Poetica Wow. These are really good. :0 My poems, warning they are depressing. Broken I feel the deep void Where my heart once set Remember it all But want to forget Was this my fate? For fate isn't kind Replaying the scene Over in my mind The hopes and the dreams Now shattered. No less What there might have been... He leaves me to guess That fateful day When those words were spoken Leaves me here now No less than broken. Sadness. It hangs in the air, The big grey cloud It's cries of thunder Echo around. "What is it?" I hear you wonder, "What is it saying?" For that is not thunder. I look at the cloud, It weeps tears of rain But that Is not normal, For they're tears of pain. "What Is it?" I hear you demand, "Please explain," "Why is it crying?" For that Is no rain. They are shattered dreams, Echoed into the night For, that is not thunder My dear you are right. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear please be patient. The cloud is sadness. It hangs in the air The big grey cloud It's cries of distress Echo around. Thousands of people Contribute and share Their feelings with many, Through this cloud in the air. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear, please be patient. The cloud is sadness.
Re: Ars Poetica Stones My heart is stone. My blood is ice. Tonight’s the night, You will see me cry. Tomorrow the moon, Will shine oh so bright. With the blood of my might, It will shine a bright red. Screaming to the dead. Show me your pain. Because this is my game. Cry of a Raven It’s a bloody night When the raven cries Screaming in flight The young one dies The one with black wings The color of night Shall save the world From a humans fight The night rains blood From guns and knives Hit in the heart Of the ones you fight An angel will save us Cry out her name And the blood of your mothers Killing with her might Sword in hand Killing everyman Sorry I was feeling a little sad today..
Re: Ars Poetica Sorry I wasn't feeling the best that day. No Name Sense the vibration Consultation; temptation All around the air. If you have a name for it comment
Re: Ars Poetica Bumpster Plans for Two All of our bridges burned down I wasted my time You walked out on the town Now I'm paralyzed Turn your back on today Leave it all behind I gave you my love to borrow But you just threw it away I spent all of my change on you If happy ever afters did exist Would I ever get to meet one? 'Cause tomorrow is a new day