NationStates Jolt Archive

This thread is for those who have written poetry. All posts must be original works. I don't care how much you like someone else's work, let them post it. If you plagarize or post stupid garbage(and anybody can tell you what that is) those of us who do post will be sure to flame you into oblivion.

Now, introducing the Poets of NS.

Home

A mere shadow of a worm is evident
as he inches across the puddle.
The moonlight beats down on his back.
He needs to get home.
Barely a ripple is extended
as his body weaves
among the pebbles and sticks.
He wants to get home.
A dog howls
and the Mckenzies are fighting again,
but if falls on a deaf creature.
The garden’s edge is in sigh.
He is almost home.
The sun rises slowly in the Eastern sky
setting a thin shadow
of a worm on the sidewalk.
The puddle,
reduced to a mere drop,
vanishes.
He never made it home.

ty cat again for the thread...some of you seen this one before...and ill add some others later this weekend :)
dedicated too.....

Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2003 1:11 am Post subject: dedicated too.....

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my wife... as july 4th is our 7th ann. of meeting i just wanted to write this to you


i was a young sailor in chicago,
without any particular place to go.

walked around that day at the taste,
it was to good of a day to waste.

checking out the ladies while i got
my buzz on
hoping there might be a honey to
take home

finally in the afternoon i saw you.
you were a vision,
a dream come true.

brown eyes, brown hair and brown skin.
your body was perfect,
not to chubby, not to thin

i built up the will to walk over.
halfway there the fear took over.
a pollster approached you,
distracting you,
making me wait on you.

after they walked away,
i didnt know what to say.
i still managed to get back up,
and walk over to you.
but fear struck me again,
i didnt know if i could keep
it true.

what follows really did happen, yes
im keeping it real.
a voice of an angel came to me and said,
"hey just tell her how you feel"

so i stopped as i almost walked past.
thought of something to say real fast.

so i said "hi is anyone sitting on this
piece of grass?"
you gave me a look as if to say "do
you see anyone else around you, ass"

so i sat next to you and asked your name.
found out about each other in that stage
of the dating game.

you were waiting on your dad,
so we walked around the park,
noticing your lips and accent when
you talked.

we shared a couple of treats,
spent the day in the sun with
some good eats.

the day turned into evening and soon
you had to go.
it was the most perfect day, one so good
you'll never know.

as i went back to base that nite,
all i could think of was you,
and it felt alright.

i got back in time to see the fireworks show
going of looking grand and spectacular.
i turned to a friend and said "hey, i met a princess from
Puerto Rico, and im going to marry her."


and yes we live happly ever after

Last edited by Culebra on Fri Jul 04, 2003 1:15 am; edited 1 time in total

Why speak in haiku?
Just a pointless waste of time.
And yet...so I speak.

Keep in mind that I never finish a poem.


Electric skies
on muggy
southern nights
fireflies dance
as cicadas chant
thunder rumbles
shaking everything
porch swings
become magical
as summer stalks
over southern nights
Kentucky bourbon
jelly jar glasses
porch dogs howlin'
in the distance

They Don't Know

Some may say that i'm naive
because they can't feel what i believe
They can't see beyond their lies
the broken hearts and sad goodbyes

They try to knock me from cloud nine
and take away what they know is mine
They don't know what it is i see
so they won't allow me to be free

Home of the haiku,
Alliance of Socialist
States, is where it's at

8)

To a friend


A path you walked
forked left and right
one decision made
one carefree night

Regrets come forth
as naturally as breath
no time to stop
and consider death

Play on like the band
as the ship went down
don't give up life
until you've drown

You can take my hand
I will help you along
need to keep moving
as the band plays on

Now in the twighlight
the end drawing near
for you I'll hold strong
and shed not a tear

I will dream of you
when you are gone
You'll never be far
from where you belong

Considering the life
you've led through the pain
Your face held a smile
your wisdom my gain

*Ahem*

Me is me.
Me is cool.
Me likes me.
No wonder.

Feel free to repeat it to yourself several hundred times a day.

The Polar Bear
(With apologies to Coleridge)

Walking through the arctic snow,
trudging through the dark.
Reflecting on the path I took,
Which I took for a lark.

But no larks sing across the ice,
nor perch upon the Pole.
And in the silent world, I walked
And searching, watched my soul.

When suddenly, in front of me,
rising from the drift,
a snowy phantom emerged forth
from within the snowy rift.

A nightmare shape, full ten feet tall
Filled with primal power.
In curious rage it roared at me,
and I could only cower.

Beware, beware! The polar bear!
Its furious roar, and floating hair.

I knew upon an instant,
as a gazed upon the beast
that it could tear my arms off,
and not be troubled in the least.

I saw my doom before me,
And gazed on it with awe.
A mist of teeth
a deadly wreath
Of talon, tooth and claw.

Beware! Beware!
The polar bear
Its flashing eyes,
and claws that tear.

I gave up, and said my prayers
(I figured I was lost)
When just then, a curious thing
was on the permafrost.

A single seal, not very big,
but glowing very bright.
put itself 'tween bear and me,
and all its fearsome might.

How miraculous my savior seemed,
How noble seemed its air.
It glowed with rainbow colors.
(This didn't faze the bear)

The bear just tilted head to side,
as if caught deep in though.
And then with swipe of fateful paw,
my savior came to naught.

The paw with claw the seal subdued.
(The blow had crushed its skull)
I turned and ran, and luckily
the polar bear was full.

Again, this is unfinished.


Yoga

A sensory slipstream
dreams actualized
taking swift measures
to adjust the current
a broader channel
the ultimate goal
a natural education
in spiritual canoeing

Tortoise

I first found her lying there
in the prairie grass
hiding from the grazing cattle
underneath a log

As I stood watching her
a living relic of prehistoria
my thoughts turned inward
toward my own existance

I asked her for her insight
to separate fact from myth
I wanted shocking revelations
as to the meaning of life

I watched her patiently
waiting for a sign or hint
when slowly she rose
and began to walk away

As I watched her lumber
at her own steady pace
through the Kansas tallgrass
It all became quite clear

The only explanations needed
were right there in front of me
The trees lining the coolwater creek
The Kansas wind and the prairie sky

*Words*


Words, Words
dance across the empty pages
All the secret thoughts of Mages
Poets and Kings

Ever empty
Nothing matters
As the endless ink does splatter
recording all the endless chatter

Meaningless, Hopeless

Words.....

One of my Original works .... wrote it a while ago but i like it .... 8)

A specter came to me one fateful night
Proclaiming memories of long ago
I cowered in my chair in shock and fright
"I thought it gone, oh ghost... of past... of light

Thy graces left my heart some years ago
Why doest thou taunt my very soul tonight?"
But the phantom's lips spoketh not although
No knowledge of crumbl'd years of sooth to show

Torment in my very soul is all
As colors of breathless lighted seconds
That changed my life's unspoken, silent call
But who doth claim that very faithful fall?

One still moment is all it takes
To shape one's life in tacit lakes

Tolerance is all
That Voltaire wanted, so of
Course they hated him

Blue Sunrise

I see you there walking
I dare to cross your path
You smile to yourself
At a joke no-one will laugh
A smile and a nod
Is that all my love buys?
Where is that blue
That Blue Sunrise

Where the stream in the valley
Meets the edge of the sea
I'd sit down on the cliffs
And imagine you here with me
This is what I want
And I won't compromise
I'll sit here with you
And watch the Blue Sunrise

A ripple, a bubble,
A thought goes through your mind
Not putting no pressure
Just trying to be kind
Put my arm round your shoulder
Look into your eyes
And there I see reflected
My own Blue Sunrise

You shrug off my arm
And you shake your head
You've told me a no
And I wish I was dead
Like a bullet through my heart
And all my hope dies
You never will share
In that Blue Sunrise

Ok, no laughing please...


The Piper

A clarion call fills the still air,
Louder than the guns and yells around,
Irresistable, gruesome, the Piper calls,
Rows of khaki dancing behind,
And still the bloody dance continues,
No one who hears can resist the song,
Faceless, powerless to avoid him,
Only when his pipe falls silent,
May we count the cost of his deadly cry.

(funny we started this thread now. after moving this past week i came across some sh*t i wrote awhile back....pretty dark. heres a little taste :)


burn down.

the sun comes up,
i stay down
i dont want to wake today
in my sorrow i shall drown

this misserable state of
existance
the world putting up so much
resistance
gotta get away from here
before i absorb my fear

walk to the shower
takes so much will power
soak my skin redhot
what should i do now?
damn i forgot
look at my hands
watch them tremble and shake
what kind of relaxation should
i take

the life outside my door
filled with wild noise
im afraid to enter the void
dont have control over my
own voice

shredding my heart to a
bloody mess
looking in the mirror
only see white trash
maybe tommorow will
be better
get my social services
letter.

There once was a time
when a poem had to rhyme.
Not so anymore, I see.
Poems now must be free.

But I pine for the day
when they knew how to say
poems which had form.
Now such a poem would just bore'em.

There once was a time
when a poem had to rhyme.
Not so anymore, I see.
Poems now must be free.

But I pine for the day
when they knew how to say
poems which had form.
Now such a poem would just bore'em.

was you being sarcastic to my posts ? :) if not its a cool little write, besides id rather not fight :)

Silence

Silence
In the room.
No raucous.
No noise.
Heads bent
Into books.
No sound
Can be heard.
Footsteps
Are heard
Drawing nearer
And nearer.
A stampede
Of students
Enters
The room.

Words

Words
Pretty words
Ugly words
Words of love, words of rage,
Wisdom,
Kept for the children
Words

I love you to death

The fire of love burns softly within
kisses enough to keep it controlled
yet keep it alive just the same.
I hold you and am held by you
snuggling into the warmth
that is created by the fires within

And yet, you leave.

Though love is lost upon my soul
die down the fire does not
but rages into an inferno.
I am but an emotional hell,
as ove feeds and tames the flames
but jealousy is not but greater fuel

Jealousy will drive you mad

And so driven by greed, anger and lust
Love the spark igniting jealousy
and forgive me, the dagger my companion.
For consuming my mind, I take your soul
a bloody hand hiding my crying eyes,
and you as beautiful in death as life.

I said I loved you to death
and I did.
:cry:

Winter Maladjustment

Two days beyond winter's first storm,
the trees are raining icicles,
solid bird droppings, watery worms

that pop on the sidewalk—shattered glass
that harbors the smell of mildewed joist
The cold and dry has turned my grass

and repose to tinder. Alone, the moist
is enough to drive me back to patience,
but I've stopped holding the notion that poise

is the key to surviving the iced pinch
of winter. Only the promise of heat
will satisfy now; warmth, an itch

too eagerly scratched, the wet,
a cinched belt loosened one notch.

I wrote this to express the way I feel when my parents or friends or anyone tells me to be quiet....


Silence!

Be quiet
Shut up
Your opinions matter not
Your voice pollutes the air
Be still
Die

If it's rhyme you need
As well as truth - that is greed
But greed we can feed

the following poem was inspired...it has no title really...I call it "Revelation"....Revelation 13:9 says "He who has an ear, let him hear"..originally inspired by Ezekiel 12:2-"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people"

Revelation

(Dead
Silence
For the last 14 years
Straining my ears
But I can hear
Nothing
But silence
Finally
I gave up
on hearing,
things, altogether
And then-
a gentle whisper…(only the wind)
a quiet voice…(all in my head)
But I wonder
Maybe the noise didn't stop
Maybe I just wandered to far to hear)

13:9

Insider

Haunted eyes peer out
Pleading for something (love, hate, anything has to be better than nothing)
A hood hides ears
But they still hear (cries, screams, laughs, yells)
Lips turn up in a smirk
But no one can defy gravity

If you only knew
The beauty of brevity
You would write haiku

8)

If you knew
that the words run away
then you would write.

I wrote something about a girl I got attached to a while back but started ignoring/insulting/avoiding me, which is why I never asked her out. I turned it into a song, so that's why there's all those chorus marks. Anyways, here it is:

I think it's safe for me to say
that I have gotten over you
You were on the bus today
No words between us two
No words, not even a stare
But I really don't care

[CHORUS]

You know I thought this was for real
But it must not depend on how you feel
You had your shot at something sweet
But I guess it’s time for me to retreat
Yeah, this isn’t for real
You’ve lost all your appeal
My mind and heart have been at war
But now I don’t care about you anymore

[END CHORUS]

It's been months since we've talked much
It's been a hard time for me
I'ts been a while since I’ve felt your touch
We've grown apart haven't we?
No more magic floating in the air
But I really don't care

[CHORUS]

Pretty soon you'll hear the rumor
that started out when I still liked you
That means work for one certain junior
because now it is not true
In my heart there was a flare
But now I just don't care

[CHORUS]

It's your fault that I quit liking you
Your personality has become dull
My feelings for you once were true
We could've had something special
Now it's too far gone for me to repair
But I really don't care

[CHORUS x2]

I only write stuff like that when something drives me to...aka almost never

all that is inside, could barley fill a soul
what i keep within that hides, so i wont know

my hunger for loses that will not pass
wont comfort the heart that is now dying

dont see my emptiness that is contagious

for i cant see beyond my bedroom window
not knowing or wanting what lies beyond

for i smile the smile of the liar
that knows not where her boundary prevails
just all the thoughts tear through all that i know
all that keep this precious one that is...alone

ALL HAIL SLAGDOR THE POEMATOR!

Billboard Dreams

[code:1:8341d76eeb]Billboard dreams rise over Interstates
Plaster and paint
Michelin Man and Cap'n Crunch
Mascottery the order of the day today
On my stone-faced cliff
In my billboard dreams

Billboard dreams cry over Interstates
Color and form
Mothers and sons
Families sweet as blackberries today
On my blank-faced roof
In my billboard dreams

Billboard dreams lie over Interstates
Numbers and names
Dewey and Cheatum
Promises shatter on missing feet today
On my chalk-faced soapbox
In my billboard dreams

Billboard dreams fly over Interstates
Paintsniff and high
Happy and proud
And I shatter myself to meet them today
On my glass-faced way
In my billboard dreams[/code:1:8341d76eeb]

I ain’t no angel
But I’m the closest
You’ll ever see
Until you meet one
Of my own littles
Perhaps my sister
Who is yet to be
No I’m no angel
I’m just the one
You got to meet today

I love you to death

The fire of love burns softly within
kisses enough to keep it controlled
yet keep it alive just the same.
I hold you and am held by you
snuggling into the warmth
that is created by the fires within

And yet, you leave.

Though love is lost upon my soul
die down the fire does not
but rages into an inferno.
I am but an emotional hell,
as ove feeds and tames the flames
but jealousy is not but greater fuel

Jealousy will drive you mad

And so driven by greed, anger and lust
Love the spark igniting jealousy
and forgive me, the dagger my companion.
For consuming my mind, I take your soul
a bloody hand hiding my crying eyes,
and you as beautiful in death as life.

I said I loved you to death
and I did.
:cry:

Ya... I really liked it! :D

DOPED UNTO DEATH
February 14, 2001

Little ones:

Once,
Our eyes shown bright
Now there's nothing left
Nothing like
The light, that once shown in our eyes

Until the drugs, they were given
By mommy,
By daddy,

By Doctor,

Something to make me better
To take away my mind
To take away my life.

Some?

Thing?

Better?

Where am I?
Who should I be?
Where is ME?
Where is my mind?

Where am I?

Mommy?

Daddy?

Who am I?

Where is my light?


Author note: where are all those who may have been the great creators of the next age? They swim in a pool of Ritalin, of the drugs forced on them just because they were children. Children grow, and become the adults, and then lose that which made them, THEM. People tend to forget that they raise that which will take care of them in their age.

Big Jim P - respect, dude. I look at my kids and fear for what the medical industrial complex could do to them if I don't get in the way. It's a tough world to be bringing up kids in, no doubt about it.

A haiku for you:

Big Jim got the dope
On how they kill childhood with
Pills: the death of hope

Big Jim P - respect, dude. I look at my kids and fear for what the medical industrial complex could do to them if I don't get in the way. It's a tough world to be bringing up kids in, no doubt about it.

A haiku for you:

Big Jim got the dope
On how they kill childhood with
Pills: the death of hope

The death of hope.

damb good.

I wrot thate for my nieces.

May I keep the haiku?

Some of the med/tech are good. they kept my nephew alive.

And because I feel like anudda...

Holepunched Canvas

[code:1:5ca5d62990]It smells like midnight here
maple syrup firefly glow
holepunched canvas
and the moon is restlessness
his light the unease that pervades this Apollo dream
his craters the emptiness that only he could once fill

A constellation dancer skips across the Hydratongue stargaze
voluptuous and two-dimensional
featureless like the poked paper sky
She’s been to December before
She’s danced above your roof before
but she yearns
as Orion and Cancer look on
she yearns for a form she can never taste
a form she can only smell
Like rising biscuits
Like Sunday breakfast
Like the initial temptation of Christ
her morning is far from this motheaten firmament

A glass sky
and a gunpowder fist to shatter it
open
Crystal shards hover for a tenth of a moment
and you’d swear that Heaven is under attack
and God’s going to fall through soon
hit the ground
bruise his arm
Silent except for the string accompaniment
Silent except for a twinkling viola
the dancer
the moon
they fall to his side tonight

But a trillion white-eyed Crusaders
who were once this sand-eyed Earth
now gaze
Peer through holes in a great black canvas
a hoary-toothed monster
that they once let devour this world
They pull taut the leather flesh
raise high the glass dome
thrust a trillion halberds
deep
into the cratergut of the moon
into the starheart of the dancer
They fall to the glass
bleed
and can only look down at this saline-cheeked stranger

up
looking[/code:1:5ca5d62990]

The death of hope
come when they realize
that hope is the dream.

The dread of what...?

May I keep the haiku?

Some of the med/tech are good. they kept my nephew alive.

Of course you may - I deem it an honour.

And of course some drugs are good - my wife and son both live normal lives despite severe asthma because of medical advances. But the industry seems just a bit too keen to medicalize and pharmacize every problem, when often there are other solutions related to environment, lifestyle or just a bit more happiness...

May I keep the haiku?

Some of the med/tech are good. they kept my nephew alive.

Of course you may - I deem it an honour.

And of course some drugs are good - my wife and son both live normal lives despite severe asthma because of medical advances. But the industry seems just a bit too keen to medicalize and pharmacize every problem, when often there are other solutions related to environment, lifestyle or just a bit more happiness...
yes the drugs used don't alter the mind.
I'd rather chase down a rebellious child than have no mind there.

again some sh*t from the past and more fun stuff from the dark side :).....

blood thirst ( a message about hate)

go ahead and strike me
again
show me your real power
friend
bring about your
wrath
suck me into your deadly
path

you keep coming 'round
knock me to the ground
on your bloodthirst you feed
are you happy while i bleed

stay out late in the club
dragging my name through the
mud
how can you be so cruel
you need a heart fool

i come home and you f*ck me till
i cry
just castrate my soul till
i die
just a dog trying to be
a man
are you part of the
beasts plan

go ahead and bring me
down
you'll get a smile this time
i wont frown
drag me through the dirt and
plow me under
how i to get rid of you
i wonder

fight fire with fire
going to loose you liar
going to make you burn
and smoke
watch my hand make
you choke

smother this hideous being
this wrath without feeling

gonna walk away from this strife
got a new way to go,
on my way to a better life

Sounds
The cry of a child is softer than the words of our own
and softer still is the final breath of one who is not loved
yet the loudest sound by far is the sound of silence
the sound all fear in their hearts
for this sound is only heard in the death of one held dear to us
spoken upon the final breath
to tell us of the death

I had a better one that's not too personal to post (and was shorter, and more poetic..), but it's on a small piece of paper somewhere... so here's this.

It's all about living
and observing
and wandering
and thinking
and running
and climbing
and effort
and relaxing
and the moment
each of them
when time stops
the time it all comes down to
and it's about seeing others in the moment
and hoping you understand
for their sake
in your eyes
and the act of approving
and trying to find words with the right connotations
to say what you mean
but it's about praising people in the most sincere way
outwardly or not
and it's about living your life
and being yourself
and denying their assumptions
and definitions
and thinking for yourself
and speaking your mind
and being in control
and being comfortable
and knowing what you need to
and looking around
and being amazingly happy
and laughing at yourself
and others
and fully knowing what's right
and it's about smiling
and seeing someone smile
and when parts of you break down
or away
and you realize they're undesirable
and you're sane in a whole new way
and it's about sleep

There once was a time
when a poem had to rhyme.
Not so anymore, I see.
Poems now must be free.

But I pine for the day
when they knew how to say
poems which had form.
Now such a poem would just bore'em.

was you being sarcastic to my posts ? :) if not its a cool little write, besides id rather not fight :)

No, actually it was a reaction to someone else.

heres one of mine, its my longest :P

Glory (Full Version)

Engulfed with anticipation
Writhing with doubt
Descending into darkness
Heart racing with adrenaline
As the great unknown beckons

Alluring as ever
And twice as dangerous
Fear hiding behind excitement
Excitement bridled by logic
As we push on into
The great unknown

How deep will we go?
No one will surely know
Is our fate sealed?
After our first steps
Into darkness

As we move onward
We search for what was lost
Eager for acts of courage
For the sake of glory

As we progress ever deeper
Fear becomes the master
Driving us on with whips
That sting as if lead
Our pace quickens
As we try to get away
From what’s behind us

For we awoke that which slept
And should remain asleep
A creature which awoke with great wrath
Slowly consuming us
Almost as if it was a part of us

Taking us one by one
Until only I was left
Alone with a beast which
Caused my madness in this quest of glory
Leaving dead bodies in my mind
With only darkness to see
Slowly overtaking me
And with it all my hope
Yet still I carry on

The end is becoming clear
As I start to see grey
Followed by blinding light
As though a star
Had fallen to me frozen
Lighting up the dark

Six decades looking back
Those companions gone
Scared by adventure
With that time gone
Still the dark grips me
In such awe inspiring fear
Because of what was lost
That makes me disappear

Despite my story the young
Still flock like moths to light
To adventure into the dark
No warning do they heed
No rope can tether them
But only one thing attracts them
The noose of Glory

Edward Hyde-Page

All Star Street

[code:1:31be6da7bd]
The billboard slid on All Star street
because the fat was blackened on the griddle heat
spiders slide by: something's awry
on All Star street

The pursuers are dark shapes against the white snow
and in the fallow field hangs the black scarecrow
the midwife dreams of her patient's screams
on All Star street

Pasture stones fall from a cloudless sky
and the straw is afire where the newborn lie
the cordite lingers in the pigsty
off All Star street

The billboard slid, and I looked inside
Where statues laughed and list and lied
All sweetmeats salt and salt meat sweet
On All Star street[/code:1:31be6da7bd]

Her Lady Loyalty

A dog laying by the side of the road
sitting, waiting, in the wet and the cold.
She thought they had stopped to play,
but why, then, did they drive away?

They couldn't leave her here all alone,
she knew that soon they'd bring her back home.
Back to her food bowl, the lawn and her toys
rolling and tumbling with the 2 little boys...

She let out a whine, and felt her heart break
how much longer would this nightmare take?
She wanted a snuggle, she wanted a friend
but she wouldn't leave, she'd stick to the end.

How long had she been there, how many days?
but still, in her spot, by the road, she stays.
Her stomach growls, her throat parched dry.
Her vision darkens round the edge of her eyes
her last breath leaves in a sigh
and now, you know, how a waiting dog dies.

*************************************************************
This is dedicated to the Rescue Danes that I work with, and against all those heartless sonofabitch bastards that buy one of these majestic animals and break their hearts. Christians say you can't hate anyone. But I promise you, when you see what these trash of human beings do to these gentle giants, the fear of human touch, the bones sticking out, the blisters, the sickness, the sores, there is no other word for it but cold hard hatred.

very cool rasha....i know i have helped my fair share of stray dogs and cats in my life. and your right the people who do it are cold hearted.

Fallen From the Mango Tree

Cursed with haemorroids am I,
So daily, weekly, monthly try,
To throw away all thoughts to fly,
And carve my name upon the sky!

But those who would caste them to thee,
'Twould knife the eyes of revery,
And dull the aching voice in me,
That cries out: Kill! Be free! Be free!

I wait with knife and baited breath,
Transmogrified; a hound of death,
As I carve out their adenoids,
Remember - I have haemorroids.

(Zeppo Jones)

This is my haiku
I ask: Is it not spiffy?
You reply: It sucks.

Mongooses eat you
You don't like the mongooses
Nor do they like you.

I poked my eye out
I used a stick to do it.
I am now a moose.

A Haiku -

Last Saturday night,
I ate a handful of nails.
Now my throat is sore.

(Zeppo Jones)

Oh sweet muse, pray, speak
Why are some of my haikus
Weak? And others sweet?

Her Lady Loyalty

A dog laying by the side of the road
sitting, waiting, in the wet and the cold.
She thought they had stopped to play,
but why, then, did they drive away?

They couldn't leave her here all alone,
she knew that soon they'd bring her back home.
Back to her food bowl, the lawn and her toys
rolling and tumbling with the 2 little boys...

She let out a whine, and felt her heart break
how much longer would this nightmare take?
She wanted a snuggle, she wanted a friend
but she wouldn't leave, she'd stick to the end.

How long had she been there, how many days?
but still, in her spot, by the road, she stays.
Her stomach growls, her throat parched dry.
Her vision darkens round the edge of her eyes
her last breath leaves in a sigh
and now, you know, how a waiting dog dies.

*************************************************************
This is dedicated to the Rescue Danes that I work with, and against all those heartless sonofabitch bastards that buy one of these majestic animals and break their hearts. Christians say you can't hate anyone. But I promise you, when you see what these trash of human beings do to these gentle giants, the fear of human touch, the bones sticking out, the blisters, the sickness, the sores, there is no other word for it but cold hard hatred.

Yowch!

I think I might hurl.

Hasn't anyone got any poems about fluffy bunnies making candy-floss?

Oh, fluffy bunny
Make some candy-floss for me
And then please hop it

Oh, fluffy bunny
Make some candy-floss for me
And then please hop it

Hmmm...

That's actually pretty good.

Now someone do one about cougars and submarines!!!

Tee hee hee!

Oh cougar, wither
In that submarine so dull?
Why not take the plane?

Oh cougar, wither
In that submarine so dull?
Why not take the plane?

Disappointing...

Oh well, can't all be gems...

I try and I try,
but my cougar won't sing,
I tried to get my sub to yodel,
But it just cried: Ting-a-ling!

Oh cougar, wither
In that submarine so dull?
Why not take the plane?

Disappointing...

Oh well, can't all be gems...

I try and I try,
but my cougar won't sing,
I tried to get my sub to yodel,
But it just cried: Ting-a-ling!

Man, everyone's a freakin' critic. You try expressing profundity in 17 syllables...

It's so cold at night,
But I don't have a parka,
Ain't it just the way?

Wow Rasha, your poem made me cry.

Your haiku is good
No doubt about that at all
We bow to your skill

This saturday night
There are few poets online
In NS, it seems

We've intimiadated them all with our skill.

They're shy.

Quick! Tell a bad poem!

If you want to read one of the poems I've written,go to www.poetry.com & where it says something like "search for a person",type in Amanda Dishman,and 2 Amanda Dishmans' will come up.Cilck on the one that says Dishman,Amanda Danielle.The poem underneath my name should be called Torn.Oh,and if you do read it,and want to know why I wrote it,TM me & I'll tell you.Hope ya like it!!Btw,it is being published in a book,it is copywrited,and it could win up to $10,000 as I speak...er...write. :D

Erm, OK thanks. But we were looking for a bad poem. How about:

I wondered lonely
As a cloud, that floats on high
And then falls down - SPLAT!

Two worlds you've never experienced?

Then how do you... Why are you so deeply... What do you mean by 'experi.....?

Ah Hell. Done lost my train of thought.

Not bad though. Nice and simple. I like simple. Complicated pisses me off.

Well done getting published.

Reflections November 3, 2000

A soul enwrapped in darkness
Find the light
The light seeks out the darkness
Looking
For its reflection

The dark entwines the heart
Seeking warmth
Shown by mirrored souls
Darkness
Seeking its reflection

Big Jim's here again
Now we get some classy stuff:
No more silliness.

Big Jim's here again
Now we get some classy stuff:
No more silliness.

Thank you.
I've been writing poetry since I was five. I have quite a bit.

I'm proud of how bad this poem is. It makes me smile:

Mary and Joe

Oh Joe,
Look at you go,
Come on and show,
Me you're triple salco.

That's a dance move. It makes sense.

No more,
Will you have to pour,
Your heart out for,
The girl on the dance floor.

'Cause she's dead. That's why.

(Zeppo Jones)

Ok...you guys want a bad poem,so how 'bout this one..I think it's bad,but I'll let you guys decide that...

CONFUSION

What happened?
What's going on?
Did I miss something?
Alot has changed.

I don't know what happened.
I don't know what's going on.
I think I missed something.
This is confusing.

Will someone explain?
I need to know.
Is anyone listening?
Let me know.

It feels as if I've hit a brick wall.
It feels as if I'm being blocked out.
Someone needs to explain.
I think I might've hit a turning point.

I'm backwards.
Someone point me into the right direction.
I can make it alone.
Someone just needs to help me get a start.
Who will be that someone?

Will it be you?
Will it be someone else?
I need help.
I'm just loaded with confusion.

Hello?
Is anyone there?
Someone please help me!
Help me out of my confusion.

Finally,someone answers my cry for help.
I'm no longer in the dark.
My light has arrived.
Thank you,whoever you are.

I was a damsel in distress.
Then my knight in shining armour came.
He saved me.
Now for the unveiling of the mystery man.

That's it.
He's been unveiled.
I never would have guessed it to be...
You.

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work

Well done getting published.
Thanks! :D

And now a haiku, my first and only:

Three planes overhead
Leaving contrails like arrows
In the twilight

Verses 6 and 7 of confusion suck. Eradicate them and it will be a better poem.


TACHYON

It wants the cheese,
It wants the cheese,
It wants the cheese,
It wants the cheese,

It wants the,
It wants the,
It wants the,

It wants,
It wants,

It

(Zeppo Jones)

It is not for us
To judge what is good or not -
Only to enjoy

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work
Go to www.poetry.com & submit one of your poems,& they will automatically copywrite it for you,but it can only be 21 sentences...

It is not for us
To judge what is good or not -
Only to enjoy

well i dont mind you judging me
what do you think of my first three :)

You shoudn't make fun of bad poetry. For every good one I've ever written, I"ve had to go through a lot of bad ones, and most of my early stuff plain sucked.

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work
Go to www.poetry.com & submit one of your poems,& they will automatically copywrite it for you,but it can only be 21 sentences...

cool ty...*wonders if has the balls to finally try this publicly* :)

You shoudn't make fun of bad poetry. For every good one I've ever written, I"ve had to go through a lot of bad ones, and most of my early stuff plain sucked.


I live for bad poetry. It's the only kind I can get really passionate about.

The good stuff tends to bore me.

I wish they'd publish more awful poetry...

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work
Go to www.poetry.com & submit one of your poems,& they will automatically copywrite it for you,but it can only be 21 sentences...

cool ty...*wonders if has the balls to finally try this publicly* :)
Try it!Try it!Your poems are good!!

You shoudn't make fun of bad poetry. For every good one I've ever written, I"ve had to go through a lot of bad ones, and most of my early stuff plain sucked.


I live for bad poetry. It's the only kind I can get really passionate about.

The good stuff tends to bore me.

I wish they'd publish more awful poetry...
Read that one called Confusion that I posted....it's bad...or I think so atleast.

The best thing about this thread is that on the whole people are not making fun at all. It's mostly a safe space for folks to have some fun, stick up some serious stuff if they have it lying around. Personally, I used to write a bit, haven't done for a while, but really enjoy the spontaneous haiku. It's a useful discipline, to say what you want in 17 syllables. But I'm with Mr/Ms hatred too - truly awful poetry can be a marvellous thing. :)

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work
Go to www.poetry.com & submit one of your poems,& they will automatically copywrite it for you,but it can only be 21 sentences...

cool ty...*wonders if has the balls to finally try this publicly* :)
Try it!Try it!Your poems are good!!

i will...ty again :) p.s...i liked your torn one...very good.

You shoudn't make fun of bad poetry. For every good one I've ever written, I"ve had to go through a lot of bad ones, and most of my early stuff plain sucked.


I live for bad poetry. It's the only kind I can get really passionate about.

The good stuff tends to bore me.

I wish they'd publish more awful poetry...
Read that one called Confusion that I posted....it's bad...or I think so atleast.

I did read it and I posted my comments.

Verses 6 and 7 sucked, but aside from that it was all right.

Didn't hit very high on the suck-oh-meter.

PLATAPI

I like platapi,
But they don't like me at all,
Life is so unfair.

(Zeppo Jones)

I only write poetry when something really makes an impact on my emotions & on me.What you read of mine is my feelings.I usually put alot of time & effort in mine...oh and about the bad poetry thing,you should read some of my first stuff....

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work

Depending on the country you live in (I'm from the USA and this applies), If you can prove that you wrote it prior to posting it (or sharing it in any other way), you would still own it. I am a poet and not a lawyer, so you might want to check me on facts.

On my stereo
Earth, Wind and Fire rock my world,
Bring forth this haiku

helenda...how do you get it copywrited....i dont know anything about this stuff...ive wrote alot of stuff but never shared it on a site before. well except 3 on this thread on the first 3 pages...i checked out the site and it looks cool, but does it become their property or how does that all work
Go to www.poetry.com & submit one of your poems,& they will automatically copywrite it for you,but it can only be 21 sentences...

cool ty...*wonders if has the balls to finally try this publicly* :)
Try it!Try it!Your poems are good!!

i will...ty again :) p.s...i liked your torn one...very good.
Thanks!! :D

On my stereo
Earth, Wind and Fire rock my world,
Bring forth this haiku

Now that's bad.

I like it.

Live in the moment:
Versify, Diversify -
At least you could try...

I only write poetry when something really makes an impact on my emotions & on me.What you read of mine is my feelings.I usually put alot of time & effort in mine...oh and about the bad poetry thing,you should read some of my first stuff....

I write when inspired, then work like hell editing.

By the way "Torn" was very good.

I have had many poems published through poetry.com in their anthologies and on-line, and i self-published my own book of poetry, they give you the copyright when they print it on-line and in their books so you own all your work.

Ah, the Years June 8, 1994

Oh how the years leave their marks
Little scars left on your soul

Tracks of tears

Oh how the bitter memories
Rise from their ashes, cold

Ah, the years!

Big Jim on the years
A verse to bring forth your tears?
Time - a pain which sears...

ok...here we go again...

resin

i tried to leave you behind
said our goodbyes without a care
your still in my mind
although its been over a year

forced to stay away
for your pleasure i yearn
i need to let you go
or youll make me burn

i smell your scent in the air
i turn around your not there
its just a girl with a cigerrette
havent i lost your addiction yet

when will you leave for good
i remember your stormy mood
dont know if want you back
dont want to catch any flak

you treat me good when your around
but always whip me with a comedown

i taste you now on my finger
a taste that always seem to linger
no wait its just some spice in my meal
not your high i still long to feel.

The skeleton is
afraid to ask the pretty
ghoul to dance....no guts!

:lol:

The hours collapse,
A bent tragedy broke into a worthless cry
The warm embrace I felt when you touched me,
Fading into burning roses and a gleeming moon

A heavens blessed kiss, find your way to me
Drift further into the night, its still so very cold
Will you cry when you say her name?
Will you?

Hush now baby
Please dont cry,
This is only make believe, none of this is really happening
Hush now baby
Please dont worry,
Im only having a nightmare and I can wake up when I want to

Hush now baby
Please dont say a word,
Im falling behind you and I cant see your face
Hush now baby
Please dont run away,
A million stars that shine and you're the only one to glow

And with the softest breath, you let go of me
So late into the night when no one will see you cry
With wings and a heavy heart, you'll run through me
Sighs and whispers in the dark before you say goodbye
And hopeless dreams of pain, once more through my heart
So bury me softly into your mind and sleep tight
No more screams and lonely tears, I wait for you
And theres no way out, you died in my hands tonight


-i hope you enjoy it.

Big Jim on the years
A verse to bring forth your tears?
Time - a pain which sears...

Just can't resist haikus?
:lol:

Oh so many words -
They have their place, we concede:
Yet - for brevity...

The skeleton is
afraid to ask the pretty
ghoul to dance....no guts!

:lol:

I liked that. :lol:

brevity is lost
the words they take command
of the poet

He likes Heetu's verse
Which, we admit, is very terse:
Ours must just be worse

:P

I like haikus,
I just don't use the form often
my words are free

If you want to read one of the poems I've written,go to www.poetry.com & where it says something like "search for a person",type in Amanda Dishman,and 2 Amanda Dishmans' will come up.Cilck on the one that says Dishman,Amanda Danielle.The poem underneath my name should be called Torn.Oh,and if you do read it,and want to know why I wrote it,TM me & I'll tell you.Hope ya like it!!Btw,it is being published in a book,it is copywrited,and it could win up to $10,000 as I speak...er...write. :D



I'm sorry, but I feel I have to warn you that poetry.com is a rip. I know because I've been through it. I submitted a poem that had some french in it. They took out the french because it was not recognized by whatever program they use, which destroyed the poem, yet they still wanted to publish this incomplete and now incomprehensible poem. I got letters in the mail and glowing reports of how wonderful it was. They wanted me to pay them $25.00 for their book. I threw all the letters away.

The ppl at poetry.com do not edit anything. If you submit anything at all, they will publish it and charge you for the honor to be in their book. It should be the other way around. Any proper poetry mag or book will pay you for the priviledge of publishing your poetry. Do yourself a favor and stay away from this scam.

The following was a public service announcement brought to you by the concerned citizens of People Who Care About Poetic Integrity...PWCAPI.

Clouds July 10,2000

An army of clouds
Marching across the sky
Darkening
With shadows
But mostly,
Brightening the son.

He likes Heetu's verse
Which, we admit, is very terse:
Ours must just be worse

:P

oooooooo! ryhming haiku! cool 8)

Two, two forms in one!
I try, although I am done
in, my brain is numb

and I can not come
up with anything funny
...honey

Well at least you try
Shows respec' for I and I
To rhyme on the fly

:?

Work is the effort
To learn a new thing badlly
Still learning, learning

Big Jim's in the house
Let's drink and souse and carouse
He's a lion - no mouse!

there is poetry.
and the poetry given
because you must.

hell. i'll learn haiku yet.

Big Jim's in the house
Let's drink and souse and carouse
He's a lion - no mouse!

rhyming may take awhile. :D

Rhyming can be fun
But also overrated:
The thought is the thing.

free radicals of
mu-mu enjoy much free love.
radically, they move

to respect Big Jim's
proposal that learning trims
away the dim-ness.

:?

freestyling haiku that rhymes....

the darkness it breeds
eyes of neccesery dark.
that watches the blaze

wanted to use the word "flame"
not a good idea.

Big up to heetu -
Who flies to the heart of things,
Who rhymes and who sings

This verse form is hard
But rewards the patient more
Than does the doctor.

:D

there is poetry.
and the poetry given
because you must.

hell. i'll learn haiku yet.

you go!
:D

This from a redneck texan, USA. :lol:

The litteral gift
of hiaku is giftedness
the gift of your soul

Big up to heetu -
Who flies to the heart of things,
Who rhymes and who sings

This verse form is hard
But rewards the patient more
Than does the doctor.

:D

The patient patient
finds tight reason in patents
wild, finds life latent...

uh.....I don't know what that means..... :)
Sacrificing meaning for form.... It's what I do.

Form - it's what you do
To do what you do is you
To be you is true

8)

no little nettles
to sting the hand touching
the pretty grass

A rural idyll!
Big Jim is a romantic
Although from Texas

:)

This from a redneck texan, USA. :lol:

Strange, but three of my
most interesting friends are
from Texas, what gives?

One is a werewolf
next up: a graphic artist
the third? a slam poet

A rural idyll!
Big Jim is a romantic
Although from Texas

:)
romantic wishes.
Come from a heart and soul
that loves his children

And you may teach me how to write this poetry,yet.

Heres a poem. it sucks and i can only do freeverse but what the hell.

After the revalation
and destruction of earth
the endless slaughter
and eradication of life
but can the remaining survive
under a torn and dieing sky?

dont try to understand it, i dont understand it myself

Form - it's what you do
To do what you do is you
To be you is true

8)

Woohoo! Its true, I
woo the form, boo the words. Shoo
to mere blue meaning.

And you may teach me how to write this poetry,yet.

It seems that you have
taught yourself. We only gave
you a place to be.

This from a redneck texan, USA. :lol:

Strange, but three of my
most interesting friends are
from Texas, what gives?

One is a werewolf
next up: a graphic artist
the third? a slam poet

Poetry comes from the heart.
Mine comes from there too
the werewolf. the poet, the artist

i guess the same

And you may teach me how to write this poetry,yet.

Ain't nothing I can teach you you don't already know yourself. What did you do with that first haiku, btw - the one on the death of hope?

The profundity of parenthood is simply inexplicable to those who have not experinced it. But I recognize the urge to communicate it - so maybe all parents are natural poets, just that most don't have any time to explore it...

I'm an envoy! Whoot!

:o

Triadvortex, try expanding that poem...continue with the internal rhyme stuff. It may make sense if there is more to it.

dont try to understand it, i dont understand it myself

understanding is
overrated; expression
is the heart of it

I'm an envoy! Whoot!

:o

You're a diplomat! Toot!

no ! A diplomat!....

parents gotta be diplomats alla time. Walking the fine line between protection and discretion, they work overtime.

hmmmmm have to work on that idea.

I used to be a real diplomat, and now I'm a parent, and the latter is much harder, but infinitely more rewarding.

A conversation
Between your and my nation:
Much expectation

Talking to a child
Can reveal vistas wider
Than statesmen can see

and walk within
the childes eyes
that are true

When my son was born
His personality's force
Made me raw, formless

When my daughter came
I lost myself in those eyes:
Don't let me be found

wow, I'm impressed with both your jobs...and your poetry.

but for now

good night...expecting friends from the Netherlands tomorrow....later on today. Need to be awake to drive them around to all the tourist traps........:)

Love comes of age
like a cheap wine
aged too long
vintage vinegar

Love comes of age
and hearts fill
with autumn colors
dust and cobwebs

Love comes of age
like spent candles
yeilding no light
in the darkness

Love comes of age
and paths diverge
hearts grow lonely
and beds grow cold

Bill Clinton by Carpage

The taxes are high.
So am I.
Oh my!
Monica, did I get that in your eye?
There goes my alibi.
I will cry.

THE END

Love comes of age
like a cheap wine
aged too long
vintage vinegar

Love comes of age
and hearts fill
with autumn colors
dust and cobwebs

Love comes of age
like spent candles
yeilding no light
in the darkness

Love comes of age
and paths diverge
hearts grow lonely
and beds grow cold

I like this one

:oops: Thanks.

blank piece of paper
nothing to write
should i write down words
explaining my life
supplying the world
with just another thing to analyze
just the written words
not the emotions seen through my eyes
should i say what a hypocryte i am
tell the world how sometimes
i'm a wolf dressed as a lamb
or the other way around in my mind
just that i am
like everyone else - cruel yet kind
should i dirty this clean slate
with a slight detection
of a part of me that i hate
that'll never reach perfection
no, i'll just keep the white slate
and erase the black indentations
the false acusations
the analyzation
of me.

I have been really blown away by some of the poetry on this thread. I want to thank Cat for starting this puppy up. Let's keep 'em coming.

Into the Mists


Misty Mornings
on the shadowed moors
my heart wrapped in shades of silver
watching through darkened halls

Shafts of sunlight
Pierce the clinging mists
Bringing peace to this wandering soul
Perhaps this is bliss

Yet they wait
and linger those gentle tendrils
of deceptive strength
to veil me once again

Shield me my love
Do not let them take me
I no longer wish to be
Lost in the Mist



sheesh.. that is what i get for writing off the top of my head..lol Edit,edit, edit... *smiles*

I have been really blown away by some of the poetry on this thread. I want to thank Cat for starting this puppy up. Let's keep 'em coming.

I agree there is some excelent poetry on this thread. I know i'll do my part to keep it alive, If for no ohter reason than to encourage the younger poets.

:D :D :D :D

Heres a poem. it sucks and i can only do freeverse but what the hell.

After the revalation
and destruction of earth
the endless slaughter
and eradication of life
but can the remaining survive
under a torn and dieing sky?

actually that was pretty good. :)

This poetry thread
Is to other NS threads
As diamond to coal

:)

This poetry thread
Is to other NS threads
As diamond to coal

:)

a small find
in a field of black
is all we ever need

don't know about that.
Threads that teach others to open mind
and think, they good too.

:)

all of these haikus
they cannot ever surpass
the glory of this:

This is my haiku
I ask: Is it not spiffy?
You reply: It sucks.

all of these haikus
they cannot ever surpass
the glory of this:

This is my haiku
I ask: Is it not spiffy?
You reply: It sucks.

lol, this is true
a different point of view
funny just the same

Haiku
refreshes parts
other poetry can-
not by reaching, find. Haiku is
pliant.

Haiku is
refreshing in it's
brevity.

this is another form of japanese poetry, forget what it's called, 3,5,3 structure.

rules are nonexistant, but the pieces are the same
the ones in power know how to play the game
"for threateniing our way of life, our enemies will pay"
but they'll protect your freedoms by locking them away

Orwell knew the situation, but misconstrued the date
1984 came a tad bit late
the many are the blind, the perceptive are the few
look up into the sky, Big Brother's watching YOU!

A sonnet that does not rhyme.



America the Great

A cholla fence keeps cats at bay, your plan
to flood the neighbors yard was carried out-
revenge for noisy kids. Late at night
when you are busy plotting petty vengeance
your wife cries. Her vocal chords have not
been cut, but she has learned to cry in silence,
unlike the dogs across the street. Your days
are filled with cheap t.v., The Price is Right
and nowadays the news. “America has
gone to hell, the fault of 60’s hippies.
We should have shot them all at Kent State.”
The flag is hanging on display in your
front yard. “At last,” you say with pride,
“a president who’s finally got some balls.”

January 4, 2003
Baby girl

You hold all my blessings
For when we share love
Our love is not lessened
Love increases
With each One
We love

All for the love
Of a dear little girl
Who is not yet, here.
All for the love
Of a dear little

Unplanned

DESTINY!

T.W.A.T.
(The War Against Terror)

The night darkens
As it takes its hold
Cities ablaze like wild eyes
(Forever Dawn may never come)
Flashes from above
Jet engines roar through darkness
(Forever and ever Dawn may never come)
Awoken in the night by sleep
Devoid of silence and peace
(For many Dawn may never come)
Terror lives once more
Uncaring for its victims
(As they take their place in the Great Below)


End of the World

Stupidity in its purest form
Resides not in sheep
Not in the misguided
Not in fanatics
Not in society
Not in a country
But in one Bible thumping
Trigger happy, moronic dictator
G.W. Bush
Dropping bombs here, there
And everywhere
Hiding WMD in his
(For liability reasons this has been censored)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(We now return you to the original statement)
This modern day Hitler
Is taking everyone for a ride
With free samples of
Hypocrisy, Religious fanaticism, Stupidity and Hatred
Is this the start of the end?

This is for the new poets:

I was borne
with this talent
so were you.

now the game
is to take the ball
and run

T.W.A.T.
(The War Against Terror)

The night darkens
As it takes its hold
Cities ablaze like wild eyes
(Forever Dawn may never come)
Flashes from above
Jet engines roar through darkness
(Forever and ever Dawn may never come)
Awoken in the night by sleep
Devoid of silence and peace
(For many Dawn may never come)
Terror lives once more
Uncaring for its victims
(As they take their place in the Great Below)


End of the World

Stupidity in its purest form
Resides not in sheep
Not in the misguided
Not in fanatics
Not in society
Not in a country
But in one Bible thumping
Trigger happy, moronic dictator
G.W. Bush
Dropping bombs here, there
And everywhere
Hiding WMD in his
(For liability reasons this has been censored)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(We now return you to the original statement)
This modern day Hitler
Is taking everyone for a ride
With free samples of
Hypocrisy, Religious fanaticism, Stupidity and Hatred
Is this the start of the end?

powerfull stuff man.

thx

T.W.A.T.
(The War Against Terror)

The night darkens
As it takes its hold
Cities ablaze like wild eyes
(Forever Dawn may never come)
Flashes from above
Jet engines roar through darkness
(Forever and ever Dawn may never come)
Awoken in the night by sleep
Devoid of silence and peace
(For many Dawn may never come)
Terror lives once more
Uncaring for its victims
(As they take their place in the Great Below)


End of the World

Stupidity in its purest form
Resides not in sheep
Not in the misguided
Not in fanatics
Not in society
Not in a country
But in one Bible thumping
Trigger happy, moronic dictator
G.W. Bush
Dropping bombs here, there
And everywhere
Hiding WMD in his
(For liability reasons this has been censored)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(Static)…(Static)
(We now return you to the original statement)
This modern day Hitler
Is taking everyone for a ride
With free samples of
Hypocrisy, Religious fanaticism, Stupidity and Hatred
Is this the start of the end?

You don't like my pres, but there is one line here
"(forever dawn may never come)"
DAMN good
wish i had wrote it :oops: :lol:

heres 2 more, thx Big Jim P.


The Angel Weeps

In this world
We are ripe with fear
(Don’t trust anyone)
We are falling
(Don’t trust anyone)
Our lifeline is breaking yet we…
(Don’t trust anyone)
Our innocence is smeared on the ground
(Don’t trust anyone)
We are consumed with hate
(And in the shadows an Angel cries)
A hope
(For Mankind)


Glory (condensed version)

Engulfed with anticipation
Writhing with doubt
Descending into darkness
Heart racing with adrenaline
As the great unknown beckons

Alluring as ever
And twice as dangerous
Fear hiding behind excitement
Excitement bridled by logic
As we push on into
The great unknown

How deep will we go
No one will surely know
Is our fate sealed?
After our first steps
Into darkness

As we progress ever deeper
Fear becomes the master
Driving us on with whips
That sting as if lead
Our pace quickens
As we try to get away
From what’s behind us

The end is becoming clear
As we start to see grey
Followed by blinding light
As though a star
Had fallen to us frozen
Lighting up the dark

Six years looking back
Those companions gone
Scared by adventure
With that time gone
Still the dark grips me
In such awe inspiring fear
Because of what was lost
That makes me disappear

Despite my story the young
Still flock like moths to light
To adventure into the dark
No warning do they heed
No rope can tether them
But only one thing attracts them
The noose of Glory

This is for the new poets:

I was borne
with this talent
so were you.

now the game
is to take the ball
and run

nice pass.... :)

cool.

January 17, 2001
Blank Eyes
Blank eyes
Where
Blank eyes
Refuse to see

To See
Another dawn
Another
Bit of daylight
Into the night

Daylight
Is pain
The darkness
Sooths

Soothes a soul
Where
Even darkness
Fears to tread

Heritic State.. The last line in the "Glory" poem reminds me of Siegfried Sassoon, (sp) a WWI anti-war poet.

This is for the new poets:

I was borne
with this talent
so were you.

now the game
is to take the ball
and run

nice pass.... :)

Hell' us old geezers gotta go sometime. I'd like to think some one is
carrrying on the art

goodo, can't say i've heard of him but yeah its one of my anti-something poems mind you the full version has a bit of a different feel to it.

Out of sheer boredom during classes and trying to go to sleep, I have written these poems, the titles I haven't thought of.
______________________________

We are those who fight
We are our countries might
We take our people to war
To bring our leaders more
We give our blood, sweat and tears
Our battle cries fall on deaf ears
We are portrayed, each as a gallant knight
Are we really fighting for what is right?
Living in a super power
Making the other countries cower
Away from our super weapons
"You're gonna die, filthy cretons"
Raining down orbital fire
Making your futures dire
Hearing your people cry
As your nation begins to die
Death is all around
The numbers of missing are just profound

____________________________

He lays in the grass
Peering through his looking glass
The barrel gleams in the light
Watching the fire fight
A single shot rings out
Followed by an almight shout
The bolt snapped out
and back into place
The sniper took aim
At their commanders face
The rifle roared again
He fell to his knees
Face in the dirt
The sniper grinned
and began to smirk
He crawled away
To kill again another day

___________________

To live is to die
To die is to cry
To cry is to live
________________________

The world of knives
The world of night
Often the two cross
Bringing death in the name of what is right

___________________________________

You think we live in a 3D world
When it is really a flower, waiting to be unfurled
Trapped within your very mind
Like the rest of our violent kind
How long does it take for them to understand
That life has nothing to do with an expensive brand
But what you can do with mind and hand
and the fact that

we

are


limitless

_____________________

Love is sweet
Vengence is sweeter

Flesh is warm
Fire is warmer

Friends are clear
Enemies are clearer

____________________________________

War and peace
Peace and war
When we have one, we want the other more

Glory (revised)

Engulfed with anticipation
Writhing with doubt
Descending into darkness
Heart racing with adrenaline
As the great unknown beckons

Alluring as ever
And twice as dangerous
Fear hiding behind excitement
Excitement bridled by logic
As we push on into
The great unknown

How deep will we go?
No one will surely know
Is our fate sealed?
After our first steps
Into darkness

As we move onward
We search for what was lost
Eager for acts of courage
For the sake of glory

As we progress ever deeper
Fear becomes the master
Driving us on with whips
That sting as if lead
Our pace quickens
As we try to get away
From what’s behind us

For we awoke that which slept
And should remain asleep
A creature which awoke with great wrath
Slowly consuming us
Almost as if it was a part of us

Taking us one by one
Until only I was left
Alone with a beast which
Caused my madness in this quest of glory
Leaving dead bodies in my mind
With only darkness to see
Slowly overtaking me
And with it all my hope
Yet still I carry on

The end is becoming clear
As I start to see grey
Followed by blinding light
As though a star
Had fallen to me frozen
Lighting up the dark

Six decades looking back
Those companions gone
Scared by adventure
With that time gone
Still the dark grips me
In such awe inspiring fear
Because of what was lost
That makes me disappear

Despite my story the young
Still flock like moths to light
To adventure into the dark
No warning do they heed
No rope can tether them
But only one thing attracts them
The noose of Glory


Edward Hyde-Page, i'm still working on this one atm any feed ack would be greatly appreciated, thank you in advance

Out of sheer boredom during classes and trying to go to sleep, I have written these poems, the titles I haven't thought of.
______________________________

We are those who fight
We are our countries might
We take our people to war
To bring our leaders more
We give our blood, sweat and tears
Our battle cries fall on deaf ears
We are portrayed, each as a gallant knight
Are we really fighting for what is right?
Living in a super power
Making the other countries cower
Away from our super weapons
"You're gonna die, filthy cretons"
Raining down orbital fire
Making your futures dire
Hearing your people cry
As your nation begins to die
Death is all around
The numbers of missing are just profound

____________________________

He lays in the grass
Peering through his looking glass
The barrel gleams in the light
Watching the fire fight
A single shot rings out
Followed by an almight shout
The bolt snapped out
and back into place
The sniper took aim
At their commanders face
The rifle roared again
He fell to his knees
Face in the dirt
The sniper grinned
and began to smirk
He crawled away
To kill again another day

___________________

To live is to die
To die is to cry
To cry is to live
________________________

The world of knives
The world of night
Often the two cross
Bringing death in the name of what is right

___________________________________

You think we live in a 3D world
When it is really a flower, waiting to be unfurled
Trapped within your very mind
Like the rest of our violent kind
How long does it take for them to understand
That life has nothing to do with an expensive brand
But what you can do with mind and hand
and the fact that

we

are


limitless

_____________________

Love is sweet
Vengence is sweeter

Flesh is warm
Fire is warmer

Friends are clear
Enemies are clearer

____________________________________

War and peace
Peace and war
When we have one, we want the other more

not bad

and some more....

Awaking

I stand on my feet
Once more, no longer
Living on my knees
As I start to take
Back what’s mine

I heal on my own
Once more, no longer
Do wounds bleed me
As I begin to rise
As people awake again

No longer are we
Blinded by your hands
No longer are we
Catatonic from your lies
No longer shall we
Be chained to conformity

The end is near
For your order
And you

Dark Night

In a forsaken land
In a forsaken time
In a fashionable manner
Unknown things writhe
Within their surrounds
Of straight suits
And exercise wheels
Where all is quite
Precision timed
With double standards

Something different
Old and unknown
Becomes alive
This unknown quality
It takes me away
Over the line
Away from the
Things that writhe
Away from the
Exercise wheels
Away from
The bland hatred
Of this forsaken land
That purges my mind

As I stand here
I feel it all slip away
Loosing me
Becoming incomplete
Once again
No more will each night
Be a dark night
Of my soul

Reflection

Yesterday seems so
Far away as it
Continues to fade fast,
Faster and further until
It seems it can’t get away

Even as I take one step
Closer towards the future
And my eventual fate
Surrendered to time as if a clock

It all seems so trivial now
As I lounge here on the bed
A synthetic entity
So cold and numb from the world
On the verge of combustion

Trapped within imagination
Stuck forever with memories
No more perfect endings
For these dark days



Edward Hyde-Page

For (The Flowers) Tears of Smoke
May 15, 1995
A tear falls from my heart
Into my eye
Then burns a scar
Across my cheek
I cry

For the past, tears of smoke
I cry, for the tears of memory
For Things and people that past me by
Some who paused and stayed
For a time, then moved along
Never staying more than the moments

I cry for the things that slipped away
When I was not looking,
Shuffling along tired of waiting
For my attention
And I passed those by, who stayed awhile
My heart and mind so far away.
With eyes off in the distance
I never saw the flowers
I trampled underfoot

I cry for what I missed

Authors note: this poem was written for and is dedicated to all the women that I have loved and never knew it, some of whom loved me in return, Even when I wasn't paying attention. Most will know who they are.
An apology, and a celebration.

666........ for what it's worth...IMHO

The shorter version can be fit into more pigeon-holes. Your readers always try to attatch a meaning to poems, whether you want them to or not. When I read the expanded version, it reminded me of Ulysses, it seemed more epic in tone.

You could go in two different directions with this poem; keep the short version as is, or make the long version into an epic, describe the monster, (I saw a knight fighting a dragon...:)) go into more detail. Either way, keep the ending as is...it is really powerful.

Thanks, nice everything is going where i want it to go, i am trying to make it into a epic like the Illiad, Odessy and the Raven. I've got a bit of a mental block atm and need to get more depressed before i can write anything else, i wrote the shorter version first and only just started to expand it. Most of them have been written during school in either maths or english. this next one i wrote about a 7 months ago.
Its more of a song actually but meh... also whats IMHO?

Breathe

Do you deserve these beatings?
Pummelled by the tide
You feel it all slip away (Back to reality)
Why do you torture yourself this way?
Can’t you see its killing you?

Dreams, killed by your dreams
Every time you close your eyes
Awake for the nightmares
Asleep for the dreams
You slip away into self-punishment
Why won’t you awaken?
From the dreams

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Are you a fool or just a shadow of a man?
Hiding in your darkened corner
Hiding from the day
Hiding from the night
Nothing left of an existence
Like a insomniac in a coma
The kill-switch is engaged
But nothing is happening!!

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Hanging in motion going no where
Pummelled by a tide that never came
Beaten in your mind by you
Trying to slip away for good
As if killed by a dream
Your dream

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

In your mind you died
In my heart you lived on
No matter how far we came
I still want you to breathe again

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For Me…

For me…
For me…

For (The Flowers) Tears of Smoke
May 15, 1995
A tear falls from my heart
Into my eye
Then burns a scar
Across my cheek
I cry

For the past, tears of smoke
I cry, for the tears of memory
For Things and people that past me by
Some who paused and stayed
For a time, then moved along
Never staying more than the moments

I cry for the things that slipped away
When I was not looking,
Shuffling along tired of waiting
For my attention
And I passed those by, who stayed awhile
My heart and mind so far away.
With eyes off in the distance
I never saw the flowers
I trampled underfoot

I cry for what I missed

Authors note: this poem was written for and is dedicated to all the women that I have loved and never knew it, some of whom loved me in return, Even when I wasn't paying attention. Most will know who they are.
An apology, and a celebration.


That is soooooooo weird. I was thinking about my dad today and he just told me something very similar to what that poem was expressing, except he included all the missed opportunities of gratitude for everyone in his life.
He and my mom just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary and he tried to make a speech that spoke to that sentiment, but got so emotional, he couldn't finish it. So he went around to all the people at the party and told them so they would know. I thought that was amazing.

BumP

heetu

these poems are dated.

may 50 years be as one

a poem in one line

666......

I think it's interesting that you say you have to be depressed to write, yet most of your poems are about overcoming hardships and fighting back, there is a very positive feel to them.

I think you should look up the two British poets, Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen. Siegfried was an officer who was put into a mental institution (Craiglockhart) up in Scotland because he wrote a letter denouncing the war. He met Wilfred Owen and helped him with his poetry. They both ended up going back to the war and Wilfred died in a battle 24 hours after the war ended... the Germans that attacked them didn't know the war was over...Siegfried lived. There is a facinating book about them called "Regeneration" written by Pat Barker. Most of the ppl in the book are real. It is a good read and the ppl that didn't exist are composites of those who did. It was made into a movie called (in America)
"Behind the Lines" I don't know what it was called in Britain.

heetu

these poems are dated.

may 50 years be as one

a poem in one line

nice sentiment.
ummmm.......
Can I have your "Tears of Smoke" poem to show my dad? I think it would really speak to him.

Ah, poetry.

If I could open my heart, I'd use poems, but I'm afraid of what would be there.

666

IMHO means, In My Humble Opinion....:)

Ah, poetry.

If I could open my heart, I'd use poems, but I'm afraid of what would be there.

That is why we write........ so we can face the fears.

that and to release eg


The Self-Hate Pill

Pain flooding through my veins
As if it is my blood rushing to me head
Collapsing under pressure
Consumed in a world of anguish
Swallowed up completely in the dark

Self consuming hate, ever present
Growing with every second until
There is almost nothing left of me
With nothing there to follow
The minutes pass by me
Drunken little people cast stones
At me…

On one of these stones
Is an inscribed message
Secret, heated, strapped down
Bound within my madness
This message beckons me
As though branded on my soul
This message beckons me to
Live


I wrote that when i was letting down my team (Fencing )

Ah, poetry.

If I could open my heart, I'd use poems, but I'm afraid of what would be there.

That is why we write........ so we can face the fears.

Nah, not fear.

Too much heart-ache.

good night all of you
sleep tight, everyone
good night all of you
I'm off to sleep under stars

good night all of you
sleep tight, everyone
good night all of you
I'm off to sleep under stars

Good night, then. Sleep well.

BUMpAGE

Badda-bing, badda
BUMP - is what I want to say -
More haiku, more yay!

i love poetry
disgusts me when people say
"i hate poetry"

i want to say thanx to whoever started this thread... 'tis wonderful!! i knew there were other people like me out there, but wow, reading this stuff.... it's just great, ya know? :D i saw some things about poetry.com... yes, it's a good place to get things published (i have around 20 on the site, 3 or 4 of which have gotten published in their "anthologies") but i believe it to be a sham. they take your money... i ordered that plaque and anthology a few times and nothing ever came. but it is a wonderful place to read and get your stuff read. there are so many talented people out there (and especially in this thread)! it's so exciting!

Ah, poetry.

If I could open my heart, I'd use poems, but I'm afraid of what would be there.



I think this is my favorite one so far. :wink:

yea, i know. this thread is an offshoot of one catapillers has of his own. he started it for folks like us. but yea im the same way i had no idea how many others like it. i had always just wrote stuff for myself to express my feelings and get them out. funny thing is i "hated" english and writing in h.s. wasnt untill i went to college and my eng. professor there challenged me that i started to write. so for the last 10 years ive just dabbled. maybe ill get something good enough to be published, or maybe i already do and it just hasnt been "noticed" yet :) anyway, feel free to throw some of your own stuff up. ill be putting another of mine up later tonight :)

inside

words struggling
screaming
trying to get out
and express themselves
to an unready
unknowing world of
people
who wouldn't know you
from the next guy
who you want
desperately to
understand what's
there but what
they cannot see
words
thoughts flowing
emotions unjustifiable
if written down
but still they want to
pour out like
music, water, breath
just get outside
so the world
can finally see
the soul
[inside]

yea, i know. this thread is an offshoot of one catapillers has of his own. he started it for folks like us. but yea im the same way i had no idea how many others like it. i had always just wrote stuff for myself to express my feelings and get them out. funny thing is i "hated" english and writing in h.s. wasnt untill i went to college and my eng. professor there challenged me that i started to write. so for the last 10 years ive just dabbled. maybe ill get something good enough to be published, or maybe i already do and it just hasnt been "noticed" yet :) anyway, feel free to throw some of your own stuff up. ill be putting another of mine up later tonight :)

:) that's how a lot of my adult friends started out (my freshman year english teacher, my critical thinking teacher who is now one of the heads of some national poets acociation....) people are always telling me how amazing it is that i've found the words and express them so well at such a young age. my journal in which i write has become my best friend on numerous occasions... i wish sometimes people could listen like the paper and pencil do, if that makes any sense. but writing is the truth, and the truth sets your soul free. :D

Ah, poetry.

If I could open my heart, I'd use poems, but I'm afraid of what would be there.

Danya,
Read my thread. If you want to know what opening your heart and finding heartache can produce, I've got a whole slug of poems that show you.
:)

Bumpage!!!!!!!!!

:lol:

8)

We adore those that bow, and rejected those that stood
we're doing what we can, but is it what we should?
You won't find or missing liberties in the lost-and-found
I watched our leaders bury them, quietly without sound
We're looking to the East now, we're looking for a foe
If we're looking for our enemy we should look close to home
we thinks tyrants Usama or perhaps Saddam
but we're the ones invading, and us that drop the bombs
So Cower before are might, divided we are strong
If you are not American, you won't be for long
We're acting like we're perfect, far above our station
One despot, over God, and a Hypocratic Nation

*sniff* My little thread is all grown up. I never expected the enormous response but it seems we have quite a bit of talent out there. Keep up the good work.

Ok everyone i am not one who usually writes mushy stuff..lol but lately ive decided to try.... my last poem was an attempt at it and it didnt turn out to bad..lol and im going to do it again bear with me..

For My Love

*Linger*

Linger just a while
let the world pass
as you lay in my arms

Linger my love
let our bodies entwine
our souls fly as one

Linger here with me
and watch the stars fade
from the early morning sky

Linger just a while
let me love you
as you love me

*sniff* My little thread is all grown up. I never expected the enormous response but it seems we have quite a bit of talent out there. Keep up the good work.

ahhhh, you're the one to thank for this :D

different

different melody withing each one of us
climbs and falls
runs and c r a w l s along a
different path but all travel the same road
to live; to breathe;
to love; to need a
different way of seeing the emotions that we're feeling
inside and out
within, without a
different way of being treated
as friend; as foe
we all want to know that we are
different yet the same
belong to a name
that we are all
Different
but we
are
One.

(a song of mine)
stop


bump into you in the hallway
'scuse me! oh... hi. what's up
wanderin' aimlessly, might as well go your way
use these few minutes to catch up

can you tell me the things you never said
like how you loved me and why we broke up
can i tell you the things that i had hid
like how i loved you and didn't want to give you up

stop walking so quickly
stop talking so scarcely
just tell me how you feel -
why you left me... please?

stop hiding [your feelings]
stop running]start seeing[
the pain you caused; the heartache you
inspired by your Silence...

the bell rings so suddenly
and you walk on
reminds me of how you left me
no words, no smile... i look around and
you're gone.

Sliding On The Outside (chorus)

Will you know me that way
on the outside?
Will you love me that way
on the outside?

will you wait for me to die
or will you hold on so tight I can't breathe?
Will you wait all the while
I deny I cried myself to sleep?

*sniff* My little thread is all grown up. I never expected the enormous response but it seems we have quite a bit of talent out there. Keep up the good work.

I thank you for creating this thread.

*sniff* My little thread is all grown up. I never expected the enormous response but it seems we have quite a bit of talent out there. Keep up the good work.

I thank you for creating this thread.

i know, doesn't it rock? :)

Once, long ago,
In a happier time,
Was the land of Reason,
and its King named Rhyme.

King Rhyme, they say,
was a kind, good fellow.
Quick with a laugh,
and a mood so mellow.

A skillful poet,
this merry King.
He could Rhyme
almost anything.

"Roses are red,
like the ones in the past!
I can use the word 'purple'
if I don't use it last!"

But then one day
to King Rhyme's court
came another poet
of a modern sort.

He said "I've invented
something new;
a new kind of poetry.
I call it 'Haiku.'"

King Rhyme beamed
like the mid-day Sun
"Well, don't just stand there!
Read me one!"

The poet nodded
quick his head,
and then the following
poem he read;

"The cherry blossom
Tumbles from the highest tree.
This is a Haiku."

King Rhyme leaned back
with a puzzled frown.
He said "good poet,
you've let me down."

"That can't be a poem;
It just can't be.
It doesn't Rhyme,
can't you see?"

The poet was shocked
(as might be expected)
to see his poem
so lightly rejected.

" I don't need
Rhyme!
It can be a poem without!"

"Even worse!"
the good King said
"Without Rhythm,
all poetry's dead!"

The poet snarled
at good King Rhyme.
And then he recited
one more time.

" No
Rhythm?
Poetry is more than
Rhyme! It can be
Whatever I want
it to be!"

The king screamed
"Flee from Reason!
leave here now,
or stand for Treason!"

So now you see,
(as I'm sure you knew)
There's no Rhyme or Reason
To any Haiku.




I'm rather proud of this one. :)

as you should be, it's rather good. :)

i know this is sort of off the topic of poetry, but does anyone know a good host for online journals? (like livejournal.com only not...) i'm thinkin of starting something up kind of like this thread only like, a site of it's own...

cat - i just read your thread... :D your stuff is awesome! if you don't mind me asking, how old are you? i just like knowing there are other teens w/ the same pasion i have. but regardless of your age, your poetry makes me think... and that, in my opninion, is what poetry should do. a favorite poet of mine once said that poetry is alive when people are thinking about it or reading it.

Beauty is stolen in a thrust
naivete spilled like careless vein flow
in me, through me, about me
I can't live in this skin anymore
and I cannot live without it
am I precious to you?
have you felt me in the weather?
have you changed with my tide?
talk to me, rely on me
I am with you now.

ooo... this one i was pissed at life.... very irritated, ya know?

people -

looking up at the passing
people from the station
on the floor infront of my
locker, the people looking at
me, thinking i'm some pansy
writing in her diary. giving
me looks like where did this
chick come from, go back to
gradeschool little girl. well
to them i say if you want
to criticize me with your faces
you're going in here, locked forever
in here in my words, but my
mind will blow you off like the
judgemental silent wind you are.
save the use of your lip curling
eyebrow raising muscles in
your mask-like, painted-on-
makeup faces for someone
who cares and is not disgusted
(who's embarrassed and ashamed to
be doing what she's here to do
because of you) by how you
do not have a self, unlike me,
how you look just like the
last girl to glare at me.
your hypocrite observer,
the poet

Spontaneity:
One can write most hastily
But with energy

:)

Spontaneity:
One can write most hastily
But with energy

:)

niiice :)

you guys/gals are amzing poets, here's one I wrote when I was badly depressed.

My heart is coal
Black as my soul
For I am alone
And none can console

Happiness no more
This venom’s reached my core
For with my friends that vanished
All my light is banished

All is gone that I hold dear
My spirit wasted, no more tears
A thunderous noise, depressions roar
A call to join what I adore

I’ve lost all that is close
I am now beyond morose
At times like this, the paths you can choose
You can never triumph, and you can only lose

Robert V
Watson

While I would normally rather gargle melted butter than compose a free-form poem... here.

Who is that,
that watches wordlessly?
Waiting
in the night
in the snow
out of light?
a shadow, it seems.
A hollow husk.
It envies the warmth of the glowing people
but cannot come near.
doomed to sit outside,
Deathless, lifeless.
Forever.
Never knowing, always caring.
Never feeling, always sharing.
Waiting in silence
and watching the light.

*sniff* My little thread is all grown up. I never expected the enormous response but it seems we have quite a bit of talent out there. Keep up the good work.

I thank you for creating this thread.

i know, doesn't it rock? :)

Yes it kicks butt. There Is a lot of talent on display here.

One of these days I'll post my very first poem.

Big Jim will soon be
A powerbroker, like me -
Time for a PARTY!!!

8)

Big Jim will soon be
A powerbroker, like me -
Time for a PARTY!!!

8)
:D In your honor, I'll make with a post responding to one of yours.

Sing softly twilight
Heralding the return of
Night in her glory

Big Jim, that haiku kicks the rear end of pretty much all the ones I've ever posted here. I'm really ashamed. So now I will try to live up to your standard. Welcome to the power club!!!

Walk into the light

Surrounded for so long
by deep unending night
False dawn brings false hope
Longing to walk into the light

Twilights tears silver streams
down my starlit cheeks
will i never see the sun
in despair i weep

Brilliant shades peacock colors
slay the shadow's hold
bringing gentle warmth and joy
my soul no longer cold

Silently you brought the day
holding out your hand
beckoning this weary stranger
to walk the sunlit lands

Such heat in your eyes
you dazzle me with your smile
taking this child of the night
without deceit or guile

Now hand in hand we walk the land
as night follows the day
all my dreams furfilled by you
without a price to pay

Shadows may still fall
and bring the gentle night
with my heart filled with love
I can now walk into the light



I love you baby..... 8)

Big Jim, that haiku kicks the rear end of pretty much all the ones I've ever posted here. I'm really ashamed. So now I will try to live up to your standard. Welcome to the power club!!!

Thanx. High praise indeed from the one who taught me the form.

Silver, that was great.

If we open up
We will be rawness itself
But we will be cleansed

Silver, that was great.

Thank you... i really am not used to writing something so hopeful..lol but I have been lucky enough to find someone that has inspired me to write this way....

Ain't love grand! LOL :D

How Much February 23, 1999

How much did that shadow cost you
The one that lies hidden
Behind your eyes, shading your soul?
How much?
Did that shadow cost you a tear
Or a friend left behind
Perhaps you paid in loneliness

Did it cost you some pain
Or a joy lost to forever?

Silver, that was great.

Thank you... i really am not used to writing something so hopeful..lol but I have been lucky enough to find someone that has inspired me to write this way....

Ain't love grand! LOL :D

i agree. i know i wrote some stuff back then i was proud of. emotions inspire the writing with power. sometimes to much, but most of the time it gives it a powerful life.

I jump into the fight, wielding my sword, yelling battle cries
(searching for glory)
slashing, searching for my foe, not fearing my demise
(I will not be defeated)
Fear and Hatred, I found you at last, today you fall
(I am not afraid)
The battle is fierce, but out of the ashes I crawl
(No glory in death)
Festering wounds that will not heal
(why can't I see the light)
Soulless life I cannot feel
(darkness dominates)
hating Hatred contradicts

I just wrote this now, I'm not sure of it though

thats very good....you do what i havent learned how to do yet, to be brief. all my poems are like a page, sometimes more. i just hate to edit, because all the words mean something to me. i guees thats why i dont share them to much becuase its scary to get critizied on the one thing you have hope for still that may be a talent. oh well, anyway, great job man :)

Kaose, I liked it, especially how one line relfects off the other. This is one you have to read a few times.

thank you, for the compliments, this just might be one for the books. and on editing poems for size, DON'T. I'd be proud of myself if I could write a long poem, most of mine are eight lines.

top o' the er... evening/early morning to ya'll!

open window
got the door locked up tight
open window
look up into the cold starfilled night
look down
on the snow covered ground
look down
thinkin about the new life i've found
thinkin about
the irony of snow
all the things i wish i'd know
thinkin about
the irony of night
how it's dark but i can still see
the Light.

A CHILDES PLACE

April 30, 2003


A childes place
Is not in the shadows,
Not to be seen
And not heard.

A childes place
Is in the heart
In the eyes
That sees and loves

I like!!!

December 14, 1993
Love so Cruel

No one ever looked inside
My heart, my soul, a love that died
Or seen where loneliness resides
And the pain comes uninvited

Oh how the years have come and gone
Too many years spent so alone
And now my heart has turned to stone
Because of love left unrequited

So now my tears fall like the rain
To fall upon my page and stain
And only sadness will remain
To leave my spirit dying

Now what is left for me to do?
When heartache takes my smile from you
And love so cruel demands her due
What's left for us? The crying

one look into your eyes
told me to give it a try
you replied in kind
i didnt ask why

never before a woman
with your beauty
you looked at me as a man
never taking pity

i take you to bed in my dreams
love flowing over like a stream
walk with me down this road
take away my hearts load

been searching for a woman like you
is this all fantasy or is it true
this has been a miricle so far
your suprise of accepting my offer

now i will show you right
make you my Queen tonight
please listen to what i say
i want your love to stay
come with me beautifull lady
take my heart to set it free
take me into your arms baby
you the one who saved me.

Man, you two just destroy anything I've ever written and feed the ashes to sharks, and kill the sharks.I'm gonna try to write something else, I'll post back if I'm successful.

December 14, 1993
Love so Cruel

No one ever looked inside
My heart, my soul, a love that died
Or seen where loneliness resides
And the pain comes uninvited

Oh how the years have come and gone
Too many years spent so alone
And now my heart has turned to stone
Because of love left unrequited

So now my tears fall like the rain
To fall upon my page and stain
And only sadness will remain
To leave my spirit dying

Now what is left for me to do?
When heartache takes my smile from you
And love so cruel demands her due
What's left for us? The crying

*gives a nod of apreciation for the look inside* p.s. that was my 23 birthday :) you wrote that on.

Man, you two just destroy anything I've ever written and feed the ashes to sharks, and kill the sharks.I'm gonna try to write something else, I'll post back if I'm successful.

Don't be discouraged. remember I have been writing for Decades.

My 26th birthday. And a couple of revisions later. Worked on putting this to music a few yrs later.

Using Humor as a cover
to hide what lurks inside
over the cliff I hover
unforgiving all the lies

darker than the blackest black
that never has been seen
I could never stay on track
Falling, and I've just turned seventeen

Just finished, and I DID just turn seventeen today

Using Humor as a cover
to hide what lurks inside
over the cliff I hover
unforgiving all the lies

darker than the blackest black
that never has been seen
I could never stay on track
Falling, and I've just turned seventeen

Just finished, and I DID just turn seventeen today

I like it. Just remember, Write YOURSELF. as in write what YOU feel, not what other's expect from you.

I am extremely amazed at the young talent out there,

happy birthday too.

thank you VERY much, I really appreciate it.