[INFP] INFP Poetry - Page 2

INFP Poetry

Hello Guest! Sign up to join the discussion below...
Page 2 of 17 FirstFirst 1 2 3 4 12 ... LastLast
Results 11 to 20 of 169
Thank Tree208Thanks

This is a discussion on INFP Poetry within the INFP Forum - The Idealists forums, part of the NF's Temperament Forum- The Dreamers category; Settlement Broken thought, Is the idealist. Roaming halls of dust. Waiting for the correct hour, To expose. Leaking frozen fuel, ...

  1. #11

    Settlement

    Broken thought,
    Is the idealist.
    Roaming halls of dust.

    Waiting for the correct hour,
    To expose.
    Leaking frozen fuel,
    Black and oozing.
    Betraying love with sin.

    Haunt the desolate walkway,
    Because no other ghost knows pain.
    There in the shadows,
    Will it call a name?

    Bleak existence,
    Only to earn the satisfaction.
    Knives in the mouth,
    Of willing reason.

    Shatter behind fallen limbs
    Grey memory.
    Love begotten solitude
    Writes wisdom cards,
    Inside etched misery.
    Benny, thisendlesswinter, bekette24 and 1 others thanked this post.

  2. #12
    INFP - The Idealists


    I'm too lazy. Here is my poetry X

  3. #13
    Unknown

    The Power of the Wind

    I wish I were like the wind
    Able to travel where I please
    With the power to energize entire cities
    But all you'll see of me is the rustling of the leaves

    The highest fence cannot keep me out
    Wherever you are I'll be there
    You may curse my presence
    But try to contain me and you'll grasp at thin air

    The power of the wind may be harnessed but not stopped
    A source of relief wherever it's hot
    I will go my own way silently and swiftly
    But don't for a second think you can stop me -

    Because you will certainly not.
    bekette24 and Lord Pixel thanked this post.

  4. #14

    Quote Originally Posted by Benny View Post
    The Power of the Wind

    I wish I were like the wind
    Able to travel where I please
    With the power to energize entire cities
    But all you'll see of me is the rustling of the leaves

    The highest fence cannot keep me out
    Wherever you are I'll be there
    You may curse my presence
    But try to contain me and you'll grasp at thin air

    The power of the wind may be harnessed but not stopped
    A source of relief wherever it's hot
    I will go my own way silently and swiftly
    But don't for a second think you can stop me -

    Because you will certainly not.
    That is BEAUTIFUL. The freedom of the wind is profound.

  5. #15

    Quote Originally Posted by Lacrimosa View Post
    Settlement

    Broken thought,
    Is the idealist.
    Roaming halls of dust.

    Waiting for the correct hour,
    To expose.
    Leaking frozen fuel,
    Black and oozing.
    Betraying love with sin.

    Haunt the desolate walkway,
    Because no other ghost knows pain.
    There in the shadows,
    Will it call a name?

    Bleak existence,
    Only to earn the satisfaction.
    Knives in the mouth,
    Of willing reason.

    Shatter behind fallen limbs
    Grey memory.
    Love begotten solitude
    Writes wisdom cards,
    Inside etched misery.
    Oh...that hurts to read...I'm so sorry for your pain. T_T

  6. #16
    Unknown

    I have a complete fascination with music and poetry. If you take care to notice, many wonderful songs are lyrically unimpressive, but when sung they cease to be confined by words alone. I'm not sure what the real definition of poetry is, but I wouldn't define poetry by its stanzas.

    There are many situations which are poetic, movements can be poetic, I love poetic movement. Certain times can be poetic, have you imagined New York at night? But during the day it is all business to me, it has lost its romantic quality, but how lovely are its nights.

    If there was an aspect to poetry that I most admired, it would be its simplicity. I love the idea of saying a short sentence, but its weight is greater than its length. That is poetry to me, a weighty thing, a steel plane without an engine, but still it flies.
    Lacrimosa, Sylsug, Larch and 1 others thanked this post.

  7. #17
    INFP

    Quote Originally Posted by justjay View Post
    If there was an aspect to poetry that I most admired, it would be its simplicity. I love the idea of saying a short sentence, but its weight is greater than its length. That is poetry to me, a weighty thing, a steel plane without an engine, but still it flies.
    Beautifully said! I love that poetry can use fewer words that "normal" writing to convey its message, in even greater intensity.

    I also love that so much poetry can simultaneously convey multiple meanings and/or interpretations, depending on the reader and their state of mind. Why I write poetry, I don't always understand its meaning at the time of writing. I might even discover a new meaning in my poems years later.
    justjay thanked this post.

  8. #18

    "My Own"

    I'm in a world all my own
    Every second of the day
    Ever single passerby
    Forms an arrow guiding ways

    I can stop and I can talk
    Sometimes I'll even be swayed
    But I am still on my own
    As unscathed as when I came

    You can share words of advice
    Tell me when I've not been nice
    I'll look at you with blank eyes
    Then -- always -- internalize

    But that's all you'll ever be;
    Help to shape a better me.
    Stuck in my reality
    In the end, it's what I need.
    LittleDreamer and bekette24 thanked this post.

  9. #19

    The Chase
    The horizons are all the things we chase for in the end
    Humans only feel alive when they keep running towards something.
    They rot when they catch their end goal and lose their step.
    We are all dogs that sing praises to the moon for the simple blessing of content.

    We can all howl together loudly at the tree of life in hopes that a fruit called "Happiness" drops.
    Although it never falls, we still stand proudly and ignore our senses telling us "It's enough".
    In truth, the smells of our surroundings do not satisfy our drive for the chase but it's rather what we choose to get and consume.
    In the process, the 2 forward and 3 backward cycle becomes our source of vigour.
    LittleDreamer, bekette24 and Lord Pixel thanked this post.

  10. #20

    "On Deaf Ears"

    I hear you
    In bliss, sounding as if
    You lose yourself in every kiss
    Mannerisms almost programmed
    Unwritten promises of something special
    Of a different kind, on separate pages
    One for him and one for you

    I hear you
    I want to tell you put your guard up now
    You say the last will be the last
    But it subtracts thoughts from your past
    The one you're constantly repeating
    Giving up for something fleeting
    You know it's nothing you enjoy
    All in the name of just another nameless boy

    I hear you
    But you can't hear me anymore.
    LittleDreamer and bekette24 thanked this post.


     
Page 2 of 17 FirstFirst 1 2 3 4 12 ... LastLast

Similar Threads

  1. [INFP] INFP - Poetry
    By Rinori in forum INFP Forum - The Idealists
    Replies: 181
    Last Post: 06-08-2016, 11:30 PM
  2. [INFP] INFP Poetry
    By Panoramiq in forum INFP Forum - The Idealists
    Replies: 7
    Last Post: 12-08-2015, 07:23 PM
  3. [INFP] INFP Poetry
    By nazodaze in forum INFP Forum - The Idealists
    Replies: 0
    Last Post: 10-25-2014, 11:52 PM
  4. [INFP] INFP poetry
    By Libayne in forum INFP Forum - The Idealists
    Replies: 1
    Last Post: 08-03-2013, 02:42 PM
  5. [INFP] INFP Poetry Challenge
    By Eli Ayers in forum INFP Forum - The Idealists
    Replies: 21
    Last Post: 07-11-2012, 05:37 AM

Bookmarks

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •  
All times are GMT -7. The time now is 11:34 PM.
Information provided on the site is meant to complement and not replace any advice or information from a health professional.
© 2014 PersonalityCafe
 

SEO by vBSEO 3.6.0