A Poets Thoughts #2

Hello fellow poets and readers of this blog!

As i have entered a very busy period of my life school-wise i will have to take a break from writing and posting poetry for a while, until everything settles down.

The break will probably last until June/July, as this is where i graduate, and will begin a year away from school, and exploring life as it is, finding myself, write more and stuff like that.

I apologize for my sudden break from this blog, but with all the homework and projects i have going at the moment, I just cannot get my head around posting at the moment.

I will see you in the summer, where i will return with more poems, and start up this blog anew. Thanks a lot for your feedback and kind comments on my work, i will not leave this blog, only have a break.

Thanks for your understanding!
Yours sincerely
M.Z

Poem #10 - "A turn of events"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

I found this poem in my drawer a couple of weeks ago, and it looks like (based on my hand writing, damn it was terrible back then!) that it is about a couple of years old. 
Today is my 10th poem posted on this blog! So hurray for me or something like that! I plan on posting A LOT more in the future, so keep on reading, commenting and being the awesome people you guys are! You really keep up my writing, and inspire me to continue unfolding my inner poet!

"A turn of events" 

The time we laughed has discontinued.
I wont forget, when it all fell to pieces.
The river raged on for years, but the
waterfall of  kept it from running away
deep into the forest.
Cold and lonely the cliff stands alone
forgotten, hidden, buried.

The naked rock is hidden by layers of
hate and despair
School and education stands in our way
for our spiritual shamanistic dance.
We must feed the machine
keep it running on the tracks of the
deep, blue, cold and unforgiving ocean.

The time laughed has discontinued
I wont forget.

Poem #9 - "Freshly made coffee"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This piece was written today for the weekly prompt over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, go check that site out!

Enjoy my poem!

"Freshly made coffee" 

Sitting softly on you cushion
porcelain silence, teak-wood look.
You dust off old yearbooks
high-school sweetheart, engagement ring
The birds have flown away now
and you listen to the sound of 
their birth slowing down
moment by moment

Dreams from the black and white suburban
childhood have gone away
meaningful work is done
laundry, dishes and loving your husband
check, check, check
nourishing thoughts I have from you

Warm ovens and the scent of freshly made coffee

You raised me
I raised you
And forever my navel will remind me
of Hungarian summer days
Swedish winter nights
Danish words and caring smiles.

Poem #8 - "Dark polar nights"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This is a piece I wrote this winter, as I had gotten sick and tired of the long nights, and short days us Danish get during the winter, and then I wanted to do a take on how it would be living further up north, where it is night half year at a time, and day another half year. This is also a take on depression at the same time, where as night is all the bad and negative feelings, and day is joy and the happy feelings. Excuses for any facts I've gotten wrong, as I haven't done any proper research while I wrote this, I just let my feelings run out in a stream of words. Enjoy!

"Dark polar nights" 

Light brings me realization and hope

making me see thing clearer

in different perspectives

Hoping that the night would never come to me

but the ocean eat the sun for an autumn snack 

as I watch everything fall apart

Hoping that the stars and the moon will

give me temporarily light to see things

that matter,

instead of focusing on dwelling predators

stuck in dark bushes.

I wait for the sun to kiss my bare forehead again

to witness the morning dew die 

in it's almighty glow

I wait here patiently.

Hoping not to get caught up

in the

Dark polar nights.

Poem #7 - "Little snowball (hate)"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

New question for you!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This was a piece written a month or so ago, which I brought into an online workshop to work it through. After I had improved it, I got banned from the site for no reason at all, goodbye stupid poetry site! After that I changed it back to the original form, as they changed the original meaning, from making it be about a feeling of hating getting bigger, to a little sweet poem of life. So here is the original poem, about hate, and not about life as a whole, enjoy!

"Little snowball (hate)" 

Little snowball.

I mourn throughout the journey,

look back

and fall into a pit of dispair

Medium snowball.

Voices get louder, angrier.

I fail being an actor,

-tripping over words as I speak

Bigger snowball.

Rolling down a hill I grow.

I grow bigger with my surroundings,

negative energy is what I feed on.

Biggest snowball.

It's approaching town fast.

Children hiding and adults scream.

No one can help you when it hits.

                                                 Death

such a cool relief to my burning sore.

Poem #6 - "Success"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
As the feedback on the former poem was big, here is a new question! Thanks a lot for the many comments about my poem #5, i really appreciate it! You guys really make this site alive, and motivates me to keep on writing! 

What do you see as success?

This poem was written TODAY as a part of the midweek motif on the site http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/. Enjoy, I haven't used much time to edit it, but I think I did a great job anyways!

//EDIT! Also posted on http://dversepoets.com/ for their monthly open link night!

"Success"

We listen to the marching rhythm of the work force

traveling it's way to the waterhole.

They greet, drink and feed of each others suits and ties.

Appearance is a sign of the content-less poets.

Listen to the writing of the lone accountant prowling on its prey.

Money is a helpless animal

hunted by

the modern carnivores.

We're haunted by a constant stabbing in the back,

social creatures you might say.

Do well 

Do good 

Do better 

Do best

Success is what we make it

birds learning to fly

Success is what makes us

forming armies of student loans and self-abuse.

Success is what drives us

blows cool air in our face at much needed times

Success is what it is

a never-ending fear of failure molding us into brutish creatures.

Poem #5 - "Joy"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This was written just the other day, and it's dedicated to a certain person in my life, you know who you are. Enjoy everybody and as always, i would love some response!

"Joy" 

I watch you get undressed as you sit next to me.
Your soft loving mind crawls under my skin
and stays there

The bass is pounding away as we explore
the world in our eyes.
Your smile lights up the darkness i hide beneath

My body feels numb yet alive at the same time.
We are young minds absorbing the fluids of 
life

You are like a never-ending waterfall in my heart
keeping me alive and sane.
My muse in this hour of thoughtless writing

Night.
We fall down, happy and euphoric about
what might bring us the next day
the day kills the night and away we
ride to the end of eternity

Perfect is an understatement for you.

Our love will keep on burning until the sun dies.

Poem #4 - "Loss"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This was written recently, not many weeks ago when i got into poetry again after a small break.

"Loss" 

Fly on the wall

You saw who did this

Speak up!

Do not feed me with your

Spoon of hate

Plastic-like words is being

Forced through my ears

The sound of an innocent minds death

A mother is crying over her child's loss

Don't fly away

I'm not done with you

Let me torture you

For your evil doings

You've come of age at a strange time

Green blood fills the perimeter

Pigs squealing and children crying

A horse has gone mad

A girl is mad.

              sad

               ..glad?

The scent of evil annoys me

I've given up on honesty

A Poet's Thoughts #1

A poet's thoughts.

Hello world.

As you can see I've published a few poems on this blog so far to get the blog going, and i can see a positive development going on, so i would like to introduce myself.

I'm an 18 year old male from the little country of Denmark, and i am currently studying to someday get a master in IT. In my spare time i write music/poems, and i enjoy the company of friends and my girlfriend. 

Just a few of the poems i have
written, just waiting to come
online.

I started writing poems when i was 14-15 years old, being inspired by the movie directed by Oliver Stone "The Doors" which was about the great band by the same name. This movie got me into their music, and later on into Jim Morrison as a person. I began reading about him, and then i became interested in his poetry he wrote back then. I began writing my own simple poems and songs, and then it really took off, i began reading into great danish poets and philosophers including people like Søren Kierkegaard and people like him.

I haven't really shown my poems to anyone before, I've always kept them to myself as they are very personal to me, but the other day when i stumbled upon an old drawer of mine and found what became Poem #1 on this site, it occurred to me that i would share this with the world, even if it meant that only a few persons would read it i would be thrilled that i had shared my deepest and closest thoughts.

I plan to put a new poem online every two days or so, it depends on my schedule and if i can make it in time, but expect a poem in that window of time, i will do my best to keep the deadline as good as i can.

So please, feedback is appreciated when you have decided to read through my poems, even if its negative feedback i appreciate it, i would love to hear YOUR thoughts on my writings!

See you in my next poem.

Sincerely yours

M.Z

Poem #3 - "Sometimes"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

The startup of this blog is a bit slow, but what can you say, it's only the third post i make, so i'll just keep the former question as the main one untill it takes off!

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This poem/song was written when i was in a band where i played the leadguitarist. I was the only one writing songs for the band, and i wrote songs almost daily, but this one went unfinished, and became a kind of poem. Enjoy!

"Sometimes" 

Sometimes i just don't feel like living, this thing

Sometimes i just feel like killing, these things

Sometimes i really don't feel love anymore

Sometimes i feel that this is 

A bore

A sore

A lore

No more.

Come with me on a trip of realization

Come with me to the nearest civilization

Sometimes i just feel like starting a riot

A riot that will start burning the liars

The liars that destroyed a being of me

Will someone please help me

Through insanity

Of me

Be me

Papi

Insanity

Of me

Stop.

Poem #2 - "Confusion at dawn"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

As there were no answers on the former post, here's the same one again:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This was written almost the same time as poem #1, and is about feelings that can invade a mind at certain times. This is one of my more "weird" poems, that might not make any sense to the reader, but keep in mind, this was around the time i was greatly inspired by James Douglas Morrison. Enjoy, leave feedback, and feel free to share.

"Confusion at dawn" 

I know you spoke to me.
   When?
At dawn.
  Where?
Inside my liver.

Confess your sin!
Cast a spell on your inner voice!
Make it last into Ragnarok!

Out of paper.
Mindless robot.
Come to me and
Beg
For
Your Pre-
Cious

Write to the administrator as soon as 
possible
the cinema isn't running.

Poem #1 - "The chants of a poet."

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

As this is my first post on this entire blog i will start a tradition where i will ask a question  before each poem has been posted. So my first question to you my readers is:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

As you can see, i do write poetry myself, and i am greatly inspired my James Douglas Morrison (mostly known as Jim Morrison from the famous band from the 1960's "The Doors") I own several of his poem collections, and i have read through them numerous of times.

This poem was written approx. around fall 2012, and which is one i have just found hidden in my drawer. This was the poem which inspired me to start this blog , so enjoy, share and leave a comment with your honest opinion. I was about 16 years old when i wrote this, and after what i recall, it was in response to my own reaction to a couple of other poems i had written at the time, how and why, i cannot remember. But now onto my poem, read and enjoy!

"The chants of a poet."

Little ray of sun

Oh how you see fun

Did you experience the laughter

Of madmen beginning the slaughter?

Yell out to the masses, hitch!

That the old woman, she's a witch.

Burn her, it's her destiny

Kill the last bit of insanity.

Little poem, you seem deep

But when will you become steep?

You never learn me anything new

You just let me learn you.

Little lamb, did you taste well?

Little mom, how did you yell

To your poor creation of sin

That you failed to throw in a bin?

Rhymes make hasty decisions

Rhymes make you fall in love

Rhymes takes place in imaginations

Rhymes fly away, fly my dove.

i don't know

what to write

but i feel

right.