A Poem I Wrote About a Girl...

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09 Feb 2008, 4:09 am

Endless times I've dreamt of you and I,
Conceived every possible situation together,
The feelings I feel are not felt in return,
Hopefully things will one day get better,

I see your face in everything I do,
I dream things I know will never be true,
Yet still I suffer through this fragile dream,
I adore your body so beautiful and lean,

How can I make my hopes come true,
Hopes of loving and being with you,
The truth remains a mystery to me,
I only see things as I want them to be,

Oh so graceful Oh so young,
When I'm around her I want to melt,
I'm living through death longing for her touch,
Oh when will I break out of this bittersweet spell,

The more I write the more I feel,
The more I realize these feelings are real,
The more I feel hopelessness and despair,
In the confusing dark I whisper a prayer,

If only there existed some sort of way,
For her to love me in the same way,
Away she walks out of my sight,
I'll cry myself to sleep tonight,

For so many years I've longed for love,
But such a thing in this world is rare,
Send me this gift from the heavens above,
I'm cold, I'm lonely, I feel despair.



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09 Feb 2008, 4:23 am

Damn, you're much more articulate than I was at 15. 8O



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09 Feb 2008, 5:34 pm

Poems I wrote during my foolish innocent days:


The first sight

Gray skies high above
She was sitting without love
Feeling cold without care
The only moving thing was her hair
The tree stands toward the skies
She rests below with her cries
I step forward to see her Grace
Trying to read the words on her face
Watching her eyes caused me pain
But this pain never comes in vain
I lend my hand to dry her tear
And it feels something so dear
I see the birds so high above
Their songs sing the fable of love



My life ‎


I was all cursed since my birth ‎
I didn’t belong to this earth‎
I looked around sad with my health
A child stayed alone in the quiet heath
and my only cure is just a myth.

I looked around and I had a sigh ‎
Sad, alone and depressed am I ‎
I asked my God who lies in the high ‎
Requesting death to be so nigh‎
No reply and I thought he 's a lie.‎

Alone in my room where I rest ‎
Looked into my mind, my own pest ‎
There‘s no escape I tried my best
But In heart inside the bony chest ‎
A slim hope is setting in the nest.‎

I was judged to not be a thing ‎
Labeled to live in a giant ring ‎
The shouts on me sound like a ping
I was described as an empty ding
That has nothing for the world to bring. ‎

With the help of my nurse of light
My mother came to put me tight ‎
So I can live the rest of my life right
And regain faith in the only might ‎
who provided me a new sight.‎


To all the ones with the same case ‎
Do not ever quit the precious mace ‎
The mace of faith, be your ace ‎
Struggle in the world face to face‎
And faith in God is the only brace.




Illusion

J'ai perdu ce que je n'ai jamais eu,
Perdu une bataille que je n'ai jamais combattue
Je me suis dupé dans ma tête
Il était juste une pensée bête
Il n'y avait jamais quelque chose
Et il n'y aura jamais cette chose
Il était toute juste une imagination
Résultante par mon immature passion
Je vous ai voulu, mais j’ai jamais fait un pas
Comme de vous inviter à un repas
Mais il n'y avait jamais quelque chose
Pour vous tenter ou pour vous toucher, ma rose
J'ai été complètement perdu
Qu’est-ce que j'ai attendu ?


I only appreciate their artistic value now ...but not anymore the content of the 1st poem.



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10 Feb 2008, 4:47 pm

it seems users here don't appreciate poems , I once posted a poem here ages ago and got 1 reply too, like you.

Shame, I always got dozens of replies in any other no-AS forum.



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11 Feb 2008, 4:00 pm

It is an aspie thing to hate poems?

2 replies out of 153 views....Poor Microban. I liked the rhythm of your poem btw ...very well structured.



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11 Feb 2008, 4:07 pm

I love poetry and only hadn't seen this thread yet. Microban is doing some good work for being 15.

LPP, I am very surprised to see that you are a poet. I wish I could read your last poem there. I thought you were too cynical to write poetry but in fact you do it well.

I don't know where my poetry is. I hope I didn't throw it all away.


edit: Ah, I found one. I wrote this at 18 for a boy who didn't deserve it. Italian sonnet, meaning a rhyme scheme of ABBAABBACDECDE. Too much liberty taken with the meter, and I'd like to scrap the first part entirely and start over... but I still like the last half.

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11 Feb 2008, 4:15 pm

Oh btw ....the second poem was way before becoming an atheist. Eeeek I was naive!



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11 Feb 2008, 4:17 pm

LePetitPrince wrote:
Oh btw ....the second poem was way before becoming an atheist. Eeeek I was naive!


Ah, weren't we all! :) I am no longer religious either but I am keeping a little naivete long-term to ward off despair.


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11 Feb 2008, 4:21 pm

Nice poem gwen!


Here the translation of the last poem gwen.... I used a translation software but the rythm is surely ruined:

[Translated French to English]
I lost what I never had,
Lost a battle that I never fought
I deceived myself in my head
It was right a stupid thought
There was nothing at all
And there will be never anything
It was just an imagination
resulted by my immature passion
I wanted you, but I never took a step
As to invite you to a meal
But there was nothing at all
To try you or to touch you, my rose
I was completely lost
What did I expect?
[/Translated French to English]

I will try to create a good english version for that poem later.



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11 Feb 2008, 4:31 pm

It is already lovely. I can feel the image you create. I don't know how else to say it. Sometimes poems fall flat to the listener, but this one connects with me.


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11 Feb 2008, 4:50 pm

^ Surprised , eh? ;)



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11 Feb 2008, 5:51 pm

i enjoy poetry as well and concoct them myself!

they're all very beautiful in this thread!


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12 Feb 2008, 5:02 pm

The Dream of mine

I fairly talk about the good things
Like letting my mind takes wings

Pretending to be in a different world,
Like a nice happy world

Like letting my mind wonders,
Letting my imagination take over

I dream about living a different kind of life
A life not of the well known kind

I dream of things being different of my own
I dream that my world is different from how it is from now

I just let myself lose touch of all kind of reality
Because those dreams help to protect me amazingly

I let myself become unrealistic by dreaming.
That is one of my strength, just Imagining.


I know that none of those will come true for me ...never
The different life and world that I am will goes on and on… forever

These dreams are in close connection to just one person I worship
Even if that person has no connection back, even as friendship

I have ideas of how for real it would be like
I have ideas on how it feels, just by doing that.

But at the same time, one cannot live with only hope.
Many times I carry on and forgot

But I don’t need to be realistic right now at this moment of mine
I need to stop thinking in the way of reality at this time.

So yeah I might have to stay like that for life,
So I can get along in this life.



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13 Feb 2008, 7:22 pm

I envy your ability and drive to write in a foreign tongue. I've written little ditties in Spanish but it would take years of immersion before I could do anything mature.

To me this last one sounds like it should be a song. Maybe not the exact words, but the feel of the image you're sharing would be something suited for music.


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17 Feb 2008, 2:55 pm

An 18+ erotic poem of mine , teens should close their eyes! :twisted:


Fantasy


I like to put my lips on your gilded skins,

Traverse gently your harmonious existence,

Awakening one of your most desired sins,

To hear me say all the delicious expressions,

I like to taste the fire of your thirsty lips,

That gives me a mysterious subsistence,

Enjoy the union of our fascinated skins,

That opens doors to a great happiness,

I like to share these hopeless thoughts,

To offer you some voluptuous occurrence,

Like an erotic dream full of sins,

I like to see your exposed appearance,

When you make your last languorous moans,

I like to cover you with my inflamed kisses,

Do feel in you these enthusiasm hugs,

Then you enchant me with your salty essence,

I get drunk of such beverage zests,

And about to lose consciousness.



PS: fear not gwen and sedeka , this poem is not addressed to any of you :P



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18 Feb 2008, 3:55 pm

Another Fantasy...


Petal of Roses, candles, covered by silk sheet

Soft words, whisperings, the sensuality wanders underneath

Your softness invades my whole being

My strokes make you more exciting

Every time you redraw my whole body

And make me desire you marvelously

This night was like a long dream

I no longer want to end this stream

Your lips’ taste has the temptation

You feel mine with all passion

Discovering, soft games of seduction

That we push to beyond reason

Our two bodies do nothing but shiver

In osmosis, our organs are guided by pleasure

A heat that will never finish

Feeding our most desired fetish

Satisfaction, happiness and always this pleasure

I do madly love you, my treasure[u]