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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 6:09 pm
One of the most effective ways we, as human beings, communicate how we feel is through the many forms of art. Of these, probably none are more powerful than the written word and the heartfelt song. This thread is a place where you can put your (and please make sure that it is your) work up for the world to see.
If you so desire, you can request constructive criticism from others so that you may improve in your abilities. Please be courteous of others and their work. What you find appalling could be appealing to another person. And remember, poetry is personal. When you insult a person's poetry, you could deeply offend them and hurt their feelings.
Please remember: vulgar, rude, offensive, or any work that carries a bad message will not be tolerated. Keep in mind that this is, by definition, a church of God. Do not bring filth into a place where He resides!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:02 am
Glorious, by Ashes Grim
How glorious it is, sweet and noble war,
Filled with glorious blood and gore,
And how glorious it is to cry,
As friends and comrades gloriously die?
How glorious it is, to see the blood,
Spill into the glorious, red mud,
And how glorious it is to rush by,
Not giving even one glorious last goodbye?
How glorious it is, to wake up screaming,
From glorious nightmares in your dreaming,
And just how glorious is it then,
To see the glorious deaths of so many men?
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 5:05 pm
Wow, that totally blew me away. burning_eyes Your rhyme and meter are perfect! It flows so smoothly, too!! That's a great poem. That's worthy of publishing if you ask me D:
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:48 pm
I don't always like to be the first to post lol. This is very different from Ashes' poem. I'm a huge rap fan (not so much hip-hop, actual rap with a message), and I like to write when I can. This is something I wrote semi-recently. It won't make sense to everyone, and as for the meter, you kind of have to hear it to the beat I wrote it to.
Black Keys & Ivory by Vox
Life to me is like keys and ivory
And this is just a testimony...
I find it hard to keep a smile on my face
Wish I could erase
All the past distortions that took place
My rhymes are laced
With all types of language that's been misplaced
A quarter percent of my life has gone to waste
When I reminisce
It's like taking me back to the Dark Ages
By candlelight, and postin' my stories through life's pages
Now I gotta lock my thoughts in cages
Underneath the eyes of Christ
Who paid the price for sin's wages
I walk the pavement
Urban enslavement
Some people's life is like music
With no arrangement
I been blessed to have foresight through God's light
But it's at my feet
So six steps ahead of me is dark as night
I hope I ain't like those I meet along the way
dodgin' stones from Pharisees that are alive today
You ask me? Yeah, I got somethin' to say
My vocal tones run through Christian catacombs
And shatter ya bones
Burn church buildings
I'd rather meet in homes
Build me up instead of building a kingdom of your own
With clones
My parables are told through microphones
Creation moans
I write poems that affect the domes
Of the stagnant
Vox attracts attention through speaker magnets
My God starts, creates the Universe and planets
Used to tack up on other peoples' property
Ain't it funny how sometimes life can be a mockery
Life to me is like keys and ivory
And this is just a testimony...
I'm always the exception
Ten steps ahead of your projection
I could either use my words to build you up or a weapon
My rhyme selection
Will reflect the shoes I step in
Those cats with labels like shirts from "D. of Correction"
Locked down in the perception
Called spiritual intention
You see secretly my rhymes are hidden in your collection
The classic Christian
Who's better at speakin' than listenin'
Sometimes I wanna take passives up against the wall and frisk 'em
Put 'em in handcuffs and sometimes even enlist 'em
My life schism
Been like prison in God's wisdom
Some prophets stream dreams
Huh, I'd rather live 'em
A slave to righteousness and rhythm
Not a slave to "ism"
My brain waves need stimulation
That's what I give 'em
Often times, in often rhymes
Soften minds to listen close
And then read between the lines
My design is of the Divine
I speak to mountains, ain't no reason for me to even climb
I change the whole religious paradigm
If I'm dope now, imagine what I'll be like in my prime
Sometimes I feel like no one challenges
Afraid to spit the truth for fear of tippin' all the balances
Ask me where the battle is? It's on Christian cats with calluses
In the ghetto thinkin' bout livin' in palaces
"Christians" playin' games like Pat Robertson
Like it or not, you're our children's future role models
Life to me is like keys and ivory
And this is just a testimony...
My life makes musical melodies
Shake the heavenlies
Readily bless my enemies
They ain't ready for me
Maybe that's why
I see 'em in the corner of my eye
Tryin' to figure out how I got this piece of the pie
I release peace over N.Y.
For all the peoples that died
In due time, God says "Vengeance is mine"
We wonder when and how
We wished about a sacred house
In different forms - no idols, just dollar signs and amounts
One day I bounce out of Bellevue, take a flight to Belgium
With words I take the nations, put 'em together and weld 'em
Seldom sold the popular opinion
Put bluntly, without Christ you have no power or dominion
Everything else leaves hungry people stealin' for wealth
It's been too long that I been sittin' on the shelf
I tell you, man, that I just gotta move
At the same time inform like the 7 o'clock news
If my rhymes don't move dudes and crews
Or just amuse
Then I'm a TV screen for them to switch as they choose
I see life in different colors and flavors
I'm unique, otherwise I'd be just like your next door neighbor
So save a life in every minute
Run the race with patience cuz' you know I'm gonna win it
Life to me is like keys and ivory
And this is just a testimony...
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:37 pm
Wow, I kinda don't want to post any of my stuff now gonk
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:51 pm
It's YOUR thread! C'mon, Haven!
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:54 pm
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
All my base
Are belong to you.
lol, jk. I'll post some on here just as soon as I get around to typing them up.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 7:17 pm
Oh, wow! Vox, that is amazing what you wrote.
I wish I could hear it with the beat, but all in all it's superb [:
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:04 pm
The inspiration is from the Lord, so the credit goes to Him. I wanna hear what Haven wrote, though... this is his thread and he's holding back from us.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 1:07 pm
Verivox The inspiration is from the Lord, so the credit goes to Him. I wanna hear what Haven wrote, though... this is his thread and he's holding back from us.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:27 pm
Haven923 Verivox The inspiration is from the Lord, so the credit goes to Him. I wanna hear what Haven wrote, though... this is his thread and he's holding back from us.
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