I really like to write poetry. I have written quite a bit about the show in fact, but I noticed that there was not place on here that was for ANY type of poetry. I know that there are a few threads in the character boards where you can post poetry about that character, but I think that there should be a place where all the poets in residence on the 'lage can come, share their work and get feedback, or just talk about it. :biggrin:

Just some ground rules...don't post any poems that go against the board's rules or make any nasty comment about someone's work. If you don't like a poem or don't have something nice to say about it...then just don't say it at all!

Thanks everyone, and happy writing!

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Poets in Residence:
TheMole171
xgirl30
stircrazy
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LostElphie1287

I think i will start of the fun with a poem that i wrote the other day for a project. We had to write a poem with some kind of mythic quality to it. I wrote this poem about an experience i had when i almost fell off a cliff i was climbing, but i caught myself in time before killing myself....i hope you like it!

I fall
The endless expanse below
seems to reach up to me
its cold, black, bottomless eyes
look upon me with longing
its hands grip me tightly
as I am engulfed in fear
and I seem to fall forever

But then, she comes, the light
a hand reaches out to catch me
my fingers grope the air for life
and find the solid rock of the cliff
a warmth surrounds the fear
that seemed to last forever
a light, happy voice rings in my ear
my foot touches sturdy ground
and I turn to look at her
but with a blink of the eye,
she is gone...



....comments/questions/criticism PLEASE! :p

Cool poem.

Here's one I wrote awhile ago.

Mystic Morning Dreams
the dusky black curtain of night
pulled back
whispers
the pale golden light of day
two worlds
sharing the same space
purple mist
the earth
bathed with dew
moist
open
light encroaches
awakening
golden fire
burning
surreal blanket of mist
ride the silver bus
floating up
fading away
warmth enveloping
waiting for you

I got the idea for this after seeing the way the sky looked early one morning.

Hey Mo. I wouldn't mind hanging out with some poets. You guys can make me look smart and sophisticated. ;)

I was a writer in another life but was never much of a poet. I am MUCH too long winded, and I use a lot of hidden meaning in my writing which tends to confuse the reader.
Anyway, Here's an "Avi Poem" I penned a few months back.

Dear Liam

Dear Liam,
News today of tragic passage
Evoked unforeseen impact.
Loyal Charlie
Content, beside brother
Sharing shackles.
Trusting Charlie
Obscurity delivered him beyond.
Consuming talent and faith.
Passionate Charlie
Pride tempered by humor,
Relinquished too Late.

:undecide:

Also a link to the avi. http://www.thefuselage.com/Gallery/showimage.php?i=1040&catid=searchresults&searchid=79

Hey!
I can tell I'm gonna be spending a lot of my 'lage time in here! Would love to be a part of it! Great poems so far and I would like to share an un-LOST-related poem:


"Thoughts to Bring in the New Year"

Unseen,
The lamp flickers on outside the room.
I hear the call.
But from where? the bird?
Yes, the bird of fire is screeching.

Bright twin lights
Quickly turn to red and flash.
I hear the screeching,
The crash, the s h a t t e r.
The lamp flickers off and the vision is depleted.

Here's the little story behind it:
This past New Year's I was standing outside on my porch very early in the morning (still dark out). I saw a street lamp flicker on right as I stepped outside (I live right next to a busy road). Then I heard a firecracker (one of those ones that kinda sounds like a eagle screeching then crashes or pops - skuuuuuuuuuuuuu-POP). So the first stanza celebrates life, noting the festivities people take part in on New Year's. The second stanza starts off with "bright twin lights" which refers to the headlights of a car. They "quickly turn to red and flash" meaning the car passed me and I now see the brake lights. The driver of the car slams on his brakes (the flashing of the red lights) and screeches just before he slams into the back of another car. This sound is very similar to the sound of the firecracker I just heard. So the second stanza is a comment on the irony of such a tragedy occuring on a night when life is so celebrated. The lamp flickers off signifying the end of the event, vision, or also, the end of a life. Ok, now, this did not happen exactly how I wrote it. I did not actually witness a car crash but did see a car slam on its brakes coming close to rear-ending the car in front of it. But it's just a comment on all the tragedies and deaths that occur due to drunk drivers on New Year's.

Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to hear any comments or criticisms. And I look forward to reading more of everyone's work!!!

Wow, there are some great poets here! I love reading through all these. Some of them have given me some great ideas. I don't have time to make individual comments right now, but i'd like to post a new one of mine. I wrote it during a workshop with the poet Veronica Golos. It's based loosely on a retreat that my class went on where did this bonding activity in the dark...

We're in the dark

We're in the dark
and I tell them about the light
the way the glowing warmth
makes known what was once hidden
The way its golden arms
embrace the night
as it leaves after its shift
I tell them about the colors
that appear so billiant in the sky
that melt away the cold
and that breathe life into the world

oh, and just an aside: this place is not just for LOST-related poetry, so don't feel like you have to post something about the show...

Oooh, I want to join as a poet

Yeah so this is a poem I wrote recently- so go ahead and critique it

The Offering

Walking along the broken curb of the neighborhood,
Light creeping out from the veil of night.
The white tail of the deer,
quivering with fear, acknowledging my presence,
It was coming towards me, curious of the intruder of its domain.
I stepped closer, the blanket of colors crunching under my feet.
She paws the ground,
she cannot hide her anxiety, she must wait.
Her large eyes blink, her thoughts of confusion cloud the air.
Still watching, she bends down,
nourishing herself with green dew.
She inches forward, beckoning me to approach her throne.
Her nose trembles and her velvet ears dart back and forth.
I reach out my hoof and extend my friendship.
Her pink leather tongue accepts my offer.
And with a gentle wind, my new friend is gone.

Great poems, everyone!
I'll have to get busy on some new ones.

Cool poem.

Here's one I wrote awhile ago.

Mystic Morning Dreams
the dusky black curtain of night
pulled back
whispers
the pale golden light of day
two worlds
sharing the same space
purple mist
the earth
bathed with dew
moist
open
light encroaches
awakening
golden fire
burning
surreal blanket of mist
ride the silver bus
floating up
fading away
warmth enveloping
waiting for you

I got the idea for this after seeing the way the sky looked early one morning.

Ooh, I like it a lot!!!!

I'd like to join--I'm somewhat poetic. ;) Been published in a couple anthologies by the International Society of Poetry. One of my more recent (non-Lost-related) poems:

Hiding in the Light

she cries but no one hears her
and the darkness breaks her heart
and oblivion's encroaching
and she's falling all apart

and she wishes they would hear her
but she knows well why they don't
too many lies and too many smiles
and she cries cos she's lost all alone

she laughed too much and swore she was fine
and now no one hears when she screams her prayers
cos her silence it deafens
and she doesn't know how to break through the tears

the facade stands its ground
though she's tumbling down

Mo and I really like your poem- like a lot!!!! It's quite good!!!

Must write. Must write. Man I am such a procrastinator.

Must write. Must write. Man I am such a procrastinator.

Ha ha, dont worry, you're not the only one!!

Hey everyone, glad to see the 'lage has a poetry corner now. I actually went to a writing workshop at Kenyon College over the summer. I love everyone's poems! May I join this group? I'll post one I wrote in the style of Li Ho, an ancient Chinese poet who would write little thoughts down on slips of paper, stick them in a paper bag and sort them into a poem at the end of the day. If you're looking for a new method of writing to try I highly recommend this one. Let me know what you think :)


winds whistling the tune of an impending storm
red hair interrupted by its own waves
legs striding across the linoleum with ownership and boldness
trapped in the heat of conformity
thin strings are fading away
and the ink in the highlighter is no longer pristine
sequins glint like the song of a Siren
who can’t get love from who she wants
the aversion of the eyes isn’t subtle
how do people manage to block out tragedy?

Hey I would love to join. I love writing poetry. I might post some poems I wrote later but I'm really tired right now and am about to head of to bed. :)