NationStates Jolt Archive

thank you VERY much, I really appreciate it.

If I keep this up I'm gonna be called on spamming, but this one has to go:

January 14, 2001

Black Thorns

Black thorns

Blacker than
The blood

That they
Bleed

Blacker than the heart

That bleeds

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.

I usually do, and whenever I'm forced to write about a specific thing or emotion, I can never write well.

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.

I usually do, and whenever I'm forced to write about a specific thing or emotion, I can never write well.

for me the poem
comes in a flash of seeing
words to give away.

(yes I know Mu Mu is aparently an influence.) :shock:

I like your haiku
big jim

Thank you

:)

do you guys know how refreshing it is to wake up, turn on the computer, and read some really good poetry? :D

as refreshing as a gentle rain
as forgiving as a smile
as supportive as a sturdy cane
poetry has style 8)

as refreshing as a gentle rain
as forgiving as a smile
as supportive as a sturdy cane
poetry has style 8)

couldn't have said it better kaose :)

I saw this page and I thought <Hmmm... hey why not show my art?>. This song/poem I made is quite recent, but it's my biggest fave. I think a few of you might heard of it (and now it's not on radio :P , I writen it before at BV's Club).

~
This song I shall sing to you
Is filled of
Morn and
Eve,
I bring to you:

Broken Wings

I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
Down

Here I lie
On a ston cold floor
Weeping like a willow
I cry out to the sun
With only your name
In my momory...

Scattered around me
Are my feathers of Gold
Dipped in my crimson blood
I wonder why
You had done this
To me.

I loved you once
You smack me twice
I loved you again-
Is this called love?

Turn around
Stab me down
Now I'm here with
Broken Wings.

The wind is bitter and cold
The star's are no where
To see
Is this what you
Wished for?
To see my carcass
On the desert plain?

I loved you once
And I loved you twice
What's your response?
A backstab of your knife.

Now I have fallen
I've fallen
I've fallen
I've fallen
Down
With my
Broken Wings...
~

Do you like?

hmmm, i like! song/poems are awesome.

I like it too

:D , ok, someone else turn!

a song/poem of mine

why do i feel like cryin
when everything's going so "well"
why do i feel like running away
from my millions of chances to excell
why do i want to stay
in the life i had before
everything was so good 'til
our love ran out the door

it flew out the window
i wanted to catch it
wanted to risk my life to save it
'cause i don't know why
you let our love die
how did it happen so fast
when i left you loved me
came back you left me
how could love leave so fast

why don't i feel like leavin
all the memories of you behind
why do i still reminisce
if all it does is mess with my mind
why do i still love you
after you hurt me so bad
even tho you left me for no reason...
how could you leave the love we had?

it flew out the window
i wanted to catch it
wanted to risk my life to save it
'cause i don't know why
you let our love die
how did it happen so fast
when i left you loved me
came back you left me
how could love leave so fast

it flew out the window
ran out the door
didn't wanna be in my life anymore

flew out the window
ran out the door
didn't wanna be in my life anymore

it flew out the window
i wanted to catch it
but i found that i was
too late

like that? if ya wanna know the story, ask

I like it, I would like to know the story, and if you don't want to tell everyone telegram me

thanks, i'll send you a tm momentarily

That's cool :).

Um.... There was an poem I had that's in haikus... want to read it?

sure!

It makes us all free
And scares the powers that be:
Solidarity

8)

like a walk alone
or the call of a thrush
I enjoy Haiku

hmmm... i like it. i wish i could write haiku! i think this is the best i have:

yum! peanut butter
i want to eat it all day
nature's super glue

:lol: :lol: thats great!!

limericks are fun... but i can't write a funny one... lol

one time some guy called me honey
looking back i find it funny
that i had believed
and had been decieved
by some guy that lied that he loved me

yay! you like my peanut butter one?? :D

I completely enjoyed your penut butter poem. The Limerick was sad, but all to true of life.

yay... yup, i wrote that limerick during english class. then my teacher said we could have a little slam and we had been cracking up at everyones until i read mine... lol, no one clapped or anything, they just stared at me. my teacher was like "wow... andi's proved that there can be meaningful, un-funny limericks..." lol. the guy i wrote it about was in my class too.

Dr. Jeckle sleeps
Tight – no bedbugs tonight – not
In his Hyde-a-bed.


:lol:

hey what all do you think about alittle poetry workshop, or even for all wannabe artists? Lord knows i could use some advise and guidence. as long as we keep it fun and respectful like we have. either start a new thread, or we could just do it on here like we have been kinda? what you all think?

i like the idea culebra

Here's a quick one that I just now came up with;

No words that I can say
Can what I feel truely convey.
So instead of trying to tell it to you...
I'll shut up, and simply do.

This is a cinquain (sp) which has 2,4,6,8 and 2 syllable lines in each verse.



Mr. Lepperd

He prowls
the harsh Scottish
highlands, sixty-eight and
thinking like a wild man, tattoos
his whole

body
leopard-spotted,
spending five thousand, five
hundred pounds. He knows Angela,
who killed

Her boy-
friends wife for a
satanic ritual
in Germany. He says she’s nice
enough.

Dr. Jeckle sleeps
Tight – no bedbugs tonight – not
In his Hyde-a-bed.


:lol:

:lol:

hey what all do you think about alittle poetry workshop, or even for all wannabe artists? Lord knows i could use some advise and guidence. as long as we keep it fun and respectful like we have. either start a new thread, or we could just do it on here like we have been kinda? what you all think?

Good Idea! I'm in!

hey what all do you think about alittle poetry workshop, or even for all wannabe artists? Lord knows i could use some advise and guidence. as long as we keep it fun and respectful like we have. either start a new thread, or we could just do it on here like we have been kinda? what you all think?

Good Idea! I'm in!

are you gonna start it then culebra?

I too would like the idea of a workshop, we have been kinda doing that as we go along anyway. I think we should ask caterpillar and see what the person who started this thread thinks. The only possible problem I see with that is ppl not wanting to post poetry because they don't want to get a critique. We might want to start another thread for the workshop so all ppl will feel free to post their poetry.

hey what all do you think about alittle poetry workshop, or even for all wannabe artists? Lord knows i could use some advise and guidence. as long as we keep it fun and respectful like we have. either start a new thread, or we could just do it on here like we have been kinda? what you all think?

Good Idea! I'm in!

are you gonna start it then culebra?

Sounds rather nifty, I may say... I'd like that. :)

(untitled)

dont even think
dont try
you cant put those words in my mouth
you just cant
not used to someone fighting back?
you"ll never get used to me
get off your horse
get off your white stallion
its only air
youre dreaming
once you wake up
if youre still on your "horse"
it will vanish from beneath you
you"ll hurt when you crash
dont say i didnt warn you
dont say i didnt try
actually dont say anything
dont try to argue with me
tooshay


(note: thats not my best... at all.. i just like that one)

I too would like the idea of a workshop, we have been kinda doing that as we go along anyway. I think we should ask caterpillar and see what the person who started this thread thinks. The only possible problem I see with that is ppl not wanting to post poetry because they don't want to get a critique. We might want to start another thread for the workshop so all ppl will feel free to post their poetry.

im in. where do we start?

How can I resist a title like that, a writer like me?

I think I'm just going to put in one of my more depressing love poems.. o_O.. enjoy, and don't forget to critique me, for better or worse. Gracias!


Lost


I walk out the door

up the hill and on the moor

I look up at the gray sky

it matches my mood

hopelessly searching the clouds

wishing I could take it all back

all my mistakes

my whole life I've made them

it's hard to stand

but it's worse knowing the truth

about you

about us

and how we could have been

together forever

I'm all alone

when I could have been with you

I scream at the cloudy sky

my voice echoes back at me

taunting me

with my own hate

It was a mistake

the skies are unforgiving

I fall to my knees

and weep for you

and lost love

i like that one, sparren

oh and heres one of my sonnets:

the world is but a jumbled mess of care
i am strong without you, yet i want
onoe plus one is two, so we make a pair
my world is stormy and my wishes taunt
to think, to hope, to love, to want, to laugh
im just human, i fall but i get up
and yet i miss you, help me find my path
a bowl of confusion, jelly: i jump
what yet i have to say is overused
yet the feeling i have inside is rare
im alone and tired, not nearly amused
cupid again decided me to spare
"star-cross'd lovers", shakespeare had said for me
we are in love, but its not meant to be

(note: i prob have a bazillion errors in there... i really dont care though...)

The Chronic Feast

Kind for kind so don't be kinder
send your sons into the grinder
make 'em soldiers, make 'em meat
Daddy War has got to eat

send 'em off to foreign lands
put corpse-makers in their hands
they'll make corpses, they'll make meat
Daddy War has got to eat

Send 'em off to meat their fates
get 'em back in wooden crates
they'll be corpses, they'll be meat
And Daddy War still got to eat

Thanks- I really, really like yours, but I'm going to copy/paste your poem in and correcting a few things I think would make it better..

(Untitled)

Don't even think
Don't try
You can't put those words in my mouth
You just can't
--not used to someone fighting back?
you'll never get used to me
get off your horse
get off your white stallion
it's only air
you're dreaming
once you wake up
if you're still on your horse
it will vanish from beneath you
you'll hurt when you crash
but don't say I didnt warn you
don't say I didnt try
actually don't say anything
dont try to argue with me
touché

:) And there we are. You know, I'd just like to say again I think this is wildly awesome. C

oooh i like that one too, free outer eugenia.... i like.

Same here sparren. A lot of my poetry has been inspired by love lost.

An interesting conversation from work today: I was talking about this thread, and one of my co-workers mention to another (niether of whom write poetry)
That maybe our (the poets) mind just works differently. I would say we do think a little differently. :lol:

oh and thanks sparren- corrections noted.
yeah i couldnt get any of the right punctuation in there cuz my keyboard was messed up and i couldnt figure out why...

The Chronic Feast

Kind for kind so don't be kinder
send your sons into the grinder
make 'em soldiers, make 'em meat
Daddy War has got to eat

send 'em off to foreign lands
put corpse-makers in their hands
they'll make corpses, they'll make meat
Daddy War has got to eat

Send 'em off to meat their fates
get 'em back in wooden crates
they'll be corpses, they'll be meat
And Daddy War still got to eat

Good one

Damnstraight we think differently! Rock on! *waves poetic flag in the air and jumps around*

Sorry, feeling a little strange today...

Same here sparren. A lot of my poetry has been inspired by love lost.

An interesting conversation from work today: I was talking about this thread, and one of my co-workers mention to another (niether of whom write poetry)
That maybe our (the poets) mind just works differently. I would say we do think a little differently. :lol:

I once heard someone say something to this effect, "the reason poets are so different is because they have to live in the real world while wanting to live in their inner world."

I feel like that /all/ the time.

That was wise. Who said it?

Same here sparren. A lot of my poetry has been inspired by love lost.

An interesting conversation from work today: I was talking about this thread, and one of my co-workers mention to another (niether of whom write poetry)
That maybe our (the poets) mind just works differently. I would say we do think a little differently. :lol:

I once heard someone say something to this effect, "the reason poets are so different is because they have to live in the real world while wanting to live in their inner world."

I was about to ask what a poetic flag would look like considering the wide variety of poetic viewpoints. :shock:

oh and heres one of my sonnets:

the world is but a jumbled mess of care
i am strong without you, yet i want
onoe plus one is two, so we make a pair
my world is stormy and my wishes taunt
to think, to hope, to love, to want, to laugh
im just human, i fall but i get up
and yet i miss you, help me find my path
a bowl of confusion, jelly: i jump
what yet i have to say is overused
yet the feeling i have inside is rare
im alone and tired, not nearly amused
cupid again decided me to spare
"star-cross'd lovers", shakespeare had said for me
we are in love, but its not meant to be

(note: i prob have a bazillion errors in there... i really dont care though...)

sonnets are very hard to write, Good job!

I was about to ask what a poetic flag would look like considering the wide variety of poetic viewpoints. :shock:

Hm.. yes. Maybe one that's not there? :lol: Meaning you'd have to go to the poet's world to see it, which isn't possible unless you are him...

this thread makes me wanna wave that same poetic flag around and dance on tables :-D

I feel like that /all/ the time.

That was wise. Who said it?

A fellow poet who was passing through my town. His poetic name was Sahz. He was a very intense young man who wrote amazing stuff. He is traveling around the states this summer, so I don't think I will ever see him again.

Yeah, totally.

Except for that depression streak that's making me feel all crappy right now...

Avia, here is one of my sonnets....It's about love of course...:)

I am captive to this flame that binds me,
It seems a turning door, which leads to woe
and in this soul-racked torment, now does bleed
a slave to one whose blue knives cut me so.
Oh heart! Be strong and call for judgment fair.
A court of love be held for all to sit;
to make him pay and show that I’ll not care
as long as I am free and he forfeit.
But then that sweet passion rises once more
and I fall prey to those fierce kissing flames.
My heart is eased and I know not how, nor
do I care, but answering all the same;
twice-burnt I run towards that spinning door.
Justice be damned. I want to be enslaved.

Ooh.. prettiness.

I especially like the last line. Actually, I love it. It's the perfect ending for the poem... ^_^

oh my god... heetu, that is fantastic! im serious- thats an incredible one...
*falls to ground*

thanks muchly

:oops:
:)

thanks muchly

:oops:
:)
i serve compliments when theyre due, and it was definately due then... its nada.

you know what we should do? someone suggested making a new thread just for poetry, but i think for those motivated, make a new region for the writers. what do you think? if a yes, then ill make it right now.

Yeah, that sounds awesome.

Yeah, that sounds awesome.

It took me a long time to write that one. There is a story attatched to it too. It was for a very special person in my life at the time. We were going to a drumming show and I was driving to his house. I was trying to memorize it and was driving along saying it and a lady ran a red light going around 40 mph and plowed into my passenger side front tire, broke the axel. My truck went across two lanes of traffic, over a curb, through a hedge and a fence and ended up in someone's front yard. I lost my glasses. The woman who hit me had a broken arm, we had to fill out police reports...yada yada. The "special person" wasn't even worried when I called to tell him what had happened. He didn't even ask how I was.....

sigh.....

i like the region idea.....coolness

ok, i made the region
its called "different realm"
feel free to join

wow heetu... sad story. :cry:

I'll join, but under a different counry. I'm leaving Kaose in Hootoo

I'll join, but under a different counry. I'm leaving Kaose in Hootoo

same here.

Waiting for the storm
Head tight, eyes droop, lassitude -
All of me sweats, waits...

yeah i left my nation too... and made a new one.
my new one is aetheri

mental expansion
comes from openmindedness
so says the poet

Its me, Kaose, I'm movin in

Actually I'm going to leave my nation in hell, and for now I don't have the time to run another.

yay the region thing is cool

Ghazel, formerly known as Heetu moving to Different Realm.

ok.... we now bring you back to our regularly scheduled programming....:)

Different Realm:

The Free Radicals
Of Mu-Mu have established
A colony there

:D

excellent Haiku
you are the master of it
I do declare it

Waiting for the storm
Head tight, eyes droop, lassitude -
All of me sweats, waits...

Is a thunderstorm
brewing up? Or is this a
reference to war?

bye all....see you in different realms.

Waiting for the storm
Head tight, eyes droop, lassitude -
All of me sweats, waits...

Is a thunderstorm
brewing up? Or is this a
reference to war?

The art of haiku
Is to say all, and no more:
Reading makes anew

As you can see me
I have revised my shedule
with verse in thought

(damn you mu) :lol:

As you can see me
I have revised my shedule
with verse in thought

(damn you mu) :lol:

You are infected
And will find no help, no cure:
Haikuphilia

8)

As you can see me
I have revised my shedule
with verse in thought

(damn you mu) :lol:

You are infected
And will find no help, no cure:
Haikuphilia

8)

Actually I
enjoy this form of verse it
sticks to the mind

thinking in Haiku
Driving to insanity
Hating Mu-Mu now

temptation

you came out of nowhere
wasnt looking but you were there
you peeked my intrest with a flirt
i bought a beer to quinch my thirst
your laugh is new and refreshing
its just fun with you, no fussing
a new body to explore and taste
i want to kiss all over your face
i run my hands down your legs
hoping other memories fill fade
but i catch myself when i look in your eye
i feel my heart beat and let out a sigh
i wondered what i shoud do
im already married,
but i still want you.

Sing me a song
Of the illustrious quests of yesterday
With knights in shining armor
And ladies on display
Give me a different time
From humanity’s dreamlike memory
Where dragons bathed in fire
And wizards lived in towers
I can see it clearly
Always could, always will
I love the stories and the myths
So take me there, far away
And spin me in a story
So complex, as to replace my life
With one which has glory

hey culebra :)

i've got a seriously long one that i'll put in here if you want to read it... it's about/to my mom... (no one's seen it yet)

but anyway, i'll put in another for the time being

shrink down
i'm an inch tall
cowering in the corner
facing the wall
crying my eyes out
taking away the stress
clearing my mind
trying to figure out this mess
no one can see me
i'm not here
let the world go on without me
for a year
i need a vacation
sleep everything away...
take a deep breath
tomorrow's a new day
stand back up tall
dry my eyes
blink back the tears
leave this darkness behind

very cool...:) :) :) and check your tm :)

:lol: there was a witch from mcnot
who lived on green slime and snot
when she ran out of these
she ate green cheese
which she scraped from the sides of her tw#t
:twisted: poet and didn't even know it!

:D thankee :D

:lol: there was a maid for new zealand
who was put in jail for stealing
she lay on her back
opened her crack
and p#ssed all over the ceiling
:twisted: the poet who doesn't know it

all my ass kissing, brown nosing
will never add up to the genuine
apology
respect of your authority
that you think i am capable of giving
but just too stubburn to show.
honestly
half of me cannot believe
that you were an adolecent once
scared, confused, unready
uncertainly staring cryptic adulthood
in the eye;
that you ever felt alone
and misunderstood (you are now, aren't you);
that you could ever have
experienced this same emptiness
in the false realization that i'm
the only one who knows this or has
been through the "highschool-can't-find-
yourself-when-you-thought-you-were-
all-together" Hell.
the other half knows
you're only trying to save me from it
and my mind is having trouble
comprehending the fact
that someone else knew what i know
could see what i see
breathed the same hot air i breathe
could taste the same bitter-sweet
that lingers in my mouth
on my tongue
in my heart
which must be the only reason why
you put up with what my other half
believes

you and i are the same
my mother who grew up
many years before me
and is still growing now with me
could be, can be, will be
the same

wow...very good...she ever see it?

not yet... idk how she'd react to it....

all my ass kissing, brown nosing
will never add up to the genuine
apology
respect of your authority
that you think i am capable of giving
but just too stubburn to show.
honestly
half of me cannot believe
that you were an adolecent once
scared, confused, unready
uncertainly staring cryptic adulthood
in the eye;
that you ever felt alone
and misunderstood (you are now, aren't you);
that you could ever have
experienced this same emptiness
in the false realization that i'm
the only one who knows this or has
been through the "highschool-can't-find-
yourself-when-you-thought-you-were-
all-together" Hell.
the other half knows
you're only trying to save me from it
and my mind is having trouble
comprehending the fact
that someone else knew what i know
could see what i see
breathed the same hot air i breathe
could taste the same bitter-sweet
that lingers in my mouth
on my tongue
in my heart
which must be the only reason why
you put up with what my other half
believes

you and i are the same
my mother who grew up
many years before me
and is still growing now with me
could be, can be, will be
the same


that sort of blew me out of the water!



oh well :


the was a man from austin
who had a mini austin
there was room for his a$$
and plenty of gas
but his balls fell out and he lost them

Comfort my spirit
(damn it with your words)
My ghost-ship life please steer it
(destroy it with your touch)
Heal my many injuries
(infect me with your heart)
and fend away my enemies
(beckon them with your soul)
Tell me what is true
(confuse me with your mind)
Tell me why I love you
My Demon in Disguise

:oops: thanks again

Comfort my spirit
(damn it with your words)
My ghost-ship life please steer it
(destroy it with your touch)
Heal my many injuries
(infect me with your heart)
and fend away my enemies
(beckon them with your soul)
Tell me what is true
(confuse me with your mind)
Tell me why I love you
My Demon in Disguise

:D man, i like your stuff!

:oops: thanks again

yw again....:) keep it up :)

culebra: there's no way i can't keep it up! lol

well now its time
time for goodnite
no more to write
no more tonite


late all :)

goodnight!

Miss, that's the kind of crap I was hoping wouldn't be posted but thanks for proving me wrong that we have decent people on here.

Flashing Steel, Singing Blade
Men fight for gems of minimal grade
For material wealth we always lust
Attacking parry, counter-parry, and thrust
Why can't we be content with what we are?
Why do we always shoot for the brightest star?
For on that star orbits barren moons
Nothing roams those forsaken dunes
And yet for many the music made
Is that of Flashing Steel and singing blade

g'morning everyone! er... good afternoon i guess for most of you...

nothing
dot dot
dot dot dot dot dot
on the paper
destroying the virgin blue
yes blue, like tears, the ocean
the eyeshadow of the girl next to me
because sometimes blue purifies
more than white or clear ever
could
blue is a vibrant rush when
your life needs color
or a dark, wet
rainfall of tears dragging
us back down to earth and reality
but the serene blue is being
transformed into the color of
my eyes - it's mixed with
grey, plain untrustworthy grey
now my blue is almost gone
because of the dot dot that won't
stop
turning my piece of paper, my point of view
turning my life
grey
nothing could stop grey
nothing could stop
dot dot dot dot dot dot dot

g'morning everyone! er... good afternoon i guess for most of you...

nothing
dot dot
dot dot dot dot dot
on the paper
destroying the virgin blue
yes blue, like tears, the ocean
the eyeshadow of the girl next to me
because sometimes blue purifies
more than white or clear ever
could
blue is a vibrant rush when
your life needs color
or a dark, wet
rainfall of tears dragging
us back down to earth and reality
but the serene blue is being
transformed into the color of
my eyes - it's mixed with
grey, plain untrustworthy grey
now my blue is almost gone
because of the dot dot that won't
stop
turning my piece of paper, my point of view
turning my life
grey
nothing could stop grey
nothing could stop
dot dot dot dot dot dot dot

Keeps on gettin better and better

:D thanks! you know how i feel about yours... they're all so true and your writing style is wonderful

if only you could see how much you mean to me
i love you from here to the moon and back
if only you could know what you've done for my soul
you were my chicken soup for my sickness of depression
if only you could hear what i whisper to the sky when you're not here
you might know that every "i love you" is true
if only you could always be here with me
the impossible would happen...
life would be perfect.


i just wrote this, please critique it!

lol, i need to stop posting, i'm afraid people will start getting sick of me...

last one for today:

*school day*
walk through the rain to the
gym class... run... muscles
screaming is bad for your vocal health so
stop saying that 'hoy' means
tomorrow we'll be disecting
pigs should be cooked
thouroughly proofread your
paper weapons should be
denied. math 'matuer' students may
leave important books at
school is
stupid is a name that causes me
confusion is not always
bad is sometimes
good night.

if only you could see how much you mean to me
i love you from here to the moon and back
if only you could know what you've done for my soul
you were my chicken soup for my sickness of depression
if only you could hear what i whisper to the sky when you're not here
you might know that every "i love you" is true
if only you could always be here with me
the impossible would happen...
life would be perfect.


i just wrote this, please critique it!

very good...what did you think of my "temptation" two pages back? i wrote that yesterday on the fly...part 2 and 3 are coming sometime :)

if only you could see how much you mean to me
i love you from here to the moon and back
if only you could know what you've done for my soul
you were my chicken soup for my sickness of depression
if only you could hear what i whisper to the sky when you're not here
you might know that every "i love you" is true
if only you could always be here with me
the impossible would happen...
life would be perfect.


i just wrote this, please critique it!

very good...what did you think of my "temptation" two pages back? i wrote that yesterday on the fly...part 2 and 3 are coming sometime :)

it's rather good!

oh, heres another untitled one:

Frightened, numb
Desperate, cold, deep chills
Unpleasant path setting example
Unexpected hero
You paid too much
But thanks
For staying
Alive

Avia, i like it!

bringing in a couple short and fun ones from other threads...to share with those who appreciate :)

Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2003 11:37 pm Post subject:

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later ny *loads another bowl* thinks about more poetry to write...hmmm*


why do i need you
when your around its all new
i take you in my hand
a fine columbian strand
smell your fragrence
better than sweet incence
i feel your texture
your nice and sticky
never a failure
you always please me
take me away from it all
tonight
even though you'll leave
at the first lite
ill take you into my lungs,
all your smoke
your never cruel, even when
i choke
toke on my dear sweet friend
this is one pleasure until the end


( ^^from high times nite club thread^^)


Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2003 11:08 pm Post subject:

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i heard a whisper of a new little nationstate.
i started to wonder what would be its fate

would he watch and learn quick
or would he dive in feet first
better hope this one can stick
or the nations will beat him with their bloodthirst

do be patient, it works for me
better to be still and low-key
dont open up your mouth to fast
or youll be another who didnt last

(^^from "anyone want to go to war...ill take you all on" thead^^)

:)

Hey my friend said I should post something in here, hope you people like it, um... don't be too mean?

Rain dissolves the distance
In each drop there's a prism's worth of images
All of you
Every drop that earths on me is
A sparkling kiss
All from you
In every puddle I see two reflections
If you are the rain...
Let.the.world.drown

well, see ya. You guys are all really good by the way. I especially like the haikus (mine are never any good) and Andifemale's school day poem. That rocked.

well, your's is good :) don't worry, we're not mean here... and never worry about letting anyone see your stuff, if they don't like it it's their loss.

thanks for the compliment! that one was fun to write... i wanted to make people think and do somethin a bit different :) it's one of my favorites

that was good...and this is a place to post, not critique. unless you ask for it :)

*Rips out hair*

Now if I could just find that notebook of mine and keep it found, I could put up "Kill me"!

ik how that is... good luck!

*Rips out hair*

Now if I could just find that notebook of mine and keep it found, I could put up "Kill me"!

lol..or if you dont find it sounds like you may have a new revised edition to put up with your frustration level as it is :) :)

Danke... I will be off in 15 minuts my friend! To tackle the beast known as the bedroom and get the holy notebook of stuff and ranting!

Guess not. Found it... hmmm.. "Ashes to Ashes"... "Torture"... "Bloodlust"... Here it is! At the back, "Kill Me".

"Kill Me"

Life no longer to sacred you
Screams and cries of innocence
Thr burning silence fades no more
The blades of life will cut my heart

The children are crying
The men are still dying
The women are screaming
And I still hate myself
Bleed me dry
Blood you will cry
And still I hate what I have done

Kill me, the world that I have created
Suitable not for me
Plunging through this darkness
Remove my heart undeserving of me
Kill me

Bitter memories still won't fade
Pulling life outside
The pain ringing through my ears
Don't these spectres know I don't care

Don't remove the dark
Hold back the light
The grass is still gray
God, still a tormentor
Bleed me dry
Blood you will cry
And still I hate myself for what I have done to myself

Kill me, the world that I have created
Suitable not for me
Plunging through this darkness
Remove my heart undeserving of me
Kill me

Selfish, careless, my corpse will speak to no one
Loveless, deathless, I never was myself
And you will be gone
And you will be forever gone

Selfish, careless, these demons are me
Loveless, deathless, I always will hate
But not when you're gone
Never hate again when you are gone

Kill me, the world that I have created
Suitable not for me
Plunging through this darkness
Remove my heart undeserving of me
Kill me

Meh. Sooner or later I'll set up "Cycle of Life". My friend wrote that, but he never did keep it around. I still have it, though.

wow...

Hmmm...lots of good stuff. Anyone on PostPoems.com?
Well anyway, here's a few.


You're No Better

Wake up,
You're dreaming,
You think so damn highly of yourself,
Can't you see?
You're nothing to me,
You're not that great,
No better than anyone else,
And yet you think you should be treated like royalty,
Well hell no!
I'm not taking that shit,
From someone like you,
So wake up,
Stop dreaming,
Realise that you're no different,
Realise,
That you're no better.

Another Damn Lie

Please, for me,
Before you say,
Think about it,
Think if it really,
Could be true,
It's nothing big,
More something small,
It's just one of those things,
And I'm sure that if,
It was some stupid thing,
I wouldn't care,
But the annoying thing is that,
With all that crap you speak,
You build up my hopes,
About one thing or another,
And then I realise,
It's just some more baseless lies,
So please,
For the very last time,
Please,
Just stop with the lies.

Hurting

I'm hurting inside,
Is it that hard to see,
All the pain you put me through?
And I know,
I know it's not your fault,
But that doesn't change the way I feel,
Cos I feel so torn up inside,
Torn up because you don't even know,
How much I think of you,
Just a friend?
I thought so to.


Well...the kinda suck, but what the hey.

no they don't suck!

They're better than mine... hmm. Maybe I should put up one of my happier hearted poems: "Love".

"Love"
Always there when I needed you
You always took away my pain
You helped me through the hard times
My loss never was your gain

Your heart was never impure
Your truth never lies
Your greatness never diluted
Or misconstrued with time

You gave me reason to live
Failed to let me die
Gave me hope and success
Helped me when I cried

Then I saw you standing there
With that newfound guy
Now I hold this knife to throat
You cheat on me, you will die

this server is slow
it just wont go
why ill never know

Wohoo.. happy-hearted? That sounds pretty unhappy to me.. o_o! Ah well, I can't talk- most of my stuff is like that too...

I liked it.

this server is slow
it just wont go
why ill never know

EXACTLY!!!

Anything happy-mooded I begin to write immediately grows maniacal, evil, and saddenning. I guess it's just a constant reminder to my reality of all happiness fades.

I tend to write my happiest things in my times of darkest mood and broody things when I'm happy. Yeah, its weird.
Mmm Valentine's Day special...

The paper in his room was white
blank
He cut the shape and signed his name

The scissors on his floor were red
He smiled at the carpet-soaking stain around them
He signed it twice

Yeah, Pergatorio.. the same thing happens to me.. it's really weird. It's like I start out writing about bunnies or something and it turns out to be something completely angsty. Again. And my mom won't believe me when I say I can't help it...

yea, write best when im emotionallly high or low it seams....check out "bloodthirst" about my anger on page 1,2, or 3 :)

yea, write best when im emotionallly high or low it seams....check out "bloodthirst" about my anger on page 1,2, or 3 :)

same here

yea, write best when im emotionallly high or low it seams....check out "bloodthirst" about my anger on page 1,2, or 3 :)

same here

same

Same here... I think it's a universal thing.

Well of course it is. I know I can't write anything without feeling some heavy emotion running through me. I mean, I'm not so good with channelling anger into poetry coz I just get cynical and bitter but depression, ecstatica, yearing and pining I've got covered :)

Yeah.. I can pretty much do all those- I think I've already said this before, but I'm really glad I'm a poet, with all my angry, depressed, sad feelings.. I would have commited suicide long ago if not for that.

oh, and here are my two last poem posts for a bit... (like andifemale said, im afraid that yall will get sick of me.. heh heh heh)

first, im gonna post a song i wrote when i was 3. it was about my stuffed cat. but i really loved her, and she was stolen later, and i really love the song..

I love my kitty
And my kitty loves me
I knew I loved her before I knew her
And when I sleep
She sleeps too

(note- i was really mad when savage garden wrote that "i knew i loved you" song a few years ago... lol)


and heres the other, and its dedicated to a girl i know. or, knew.


*?*

I’m sorry
I don’t think I could have stopped you
But I wish I could try
Won’t have that chance, will I?

Never really knew you
Never really tried
So much younger than me, you were
Just a smile, a light bulb
A “hello” down the hall
The “goodbye” wasn’t right
I’m sorry

Why?
Why did you have to go?
Why did you think you had to do that,
What were you proving?
I don’t understand
I’m sorry

You could have done anything
We’ve lost the possibilities
I can see them crying out there
I bite my lip
I can cry
But not over spilt milk

I wish I could say goodbye
Or not need to say goodbye at all
I wish I could erase time
I wish I could have stopped you
I’m sorry
I can’t cry over spilt milk
Not today


thats all for now... **a

This is my most recent work.

Flower blooming in the night
Pearly petals, purest white
Let me touch your silver sheen
Redden a thorn that's diamond clean
Flower blooming in my heart
Sets me from all men apart
I see reflected in your eyes
A flower smiling in surprise
That it would show so quick, so soon
To spread its seeds beneath the moon
To spread more flowers, blooming bright
Red-tinged petals, purest white.

Note the rhyming couplets. Not something I usually do (although I have nothing against rhyme) but it occured to me that I wrote it whilst extremely tired at college one day. I think the rhythm lulls me or something. Anyway I think it fits and sounds more... damn not mystical but I can't think of the word... kind of dreamy and far away sounding. If you catch my vague and entirely nonsensical drift...?

Anyway, make of it what you will.

Disturb

March 31, 1993

I sit, I think
These thoughts disturb

My peace of mind
It wastes away
My thoughts they turn
To wasted days
I laugh I cry
I scream in pain
I live I die
My tears like rain

I sit I think
These thoughts disturb

Nice. There's this poet I know (only as Satanic Munki I'm afraid) that wrote a great poem about being a puppet on a string and it descended from a strong rhyme pattern into blank verse at the end. It was really quite clever and deliberately down to show his lack of control and the unravelling of his life. Don't know why that's relevant, I just got the same vibe. Anyway...

Flamer posts his rage
Mod steps in and clears it out
Much happiness here

and he can go away... bah...

you think you're all cool for criticizing
not realizing what all this means to me
but look at your life!
it's only because you can't write!
you are green with envy deep down!

:P

I have a mohawk, yes its true
Should I dye it green or blue?
If you pet it like a cat
I will grab my baseball bat.
As long as you dont pull it,
nah, I will not get a mullet.

Poetry sucks my cock, i hate it, you are all ni*ggers and fu*ckin greenies. Much flame intended.

I know! Let's write a poem about this guy, folks, submit a line for it! I'll start it off.

There once was a man with a hernia

who obviously never felt the wrath of poets...

Nice. There's this poet I know (only as Satanic Munki I'm afraid) that wrote a great poem about being a puppet on a string and it descended from a strong rhyme pattern into blank verse at the end. It was really quite clever and deliberately down to show his lack of control and the unravelling of his life. Don't know why that's relevant, I just got the same vibe. Anyway...
Was that for mine? If so, thanx.
I always write better when i'm in a dark, disturbed mood. I just can't seem to write any light-hearted stuff. As I sift thru my boxe of papers, if I come across one of my few attempts, I'll post it. I always accept contstructive criticism.

who obviously never felt the wrath of poets...

Or their power to ignore idiots.

Oh, found a little mini-poem thing my friend Dan wrote. "The Cycle of Life", ladies and gents, by Daniel J. Copeland...

"The Cycle of Life"
The mouse eats the cheese
The cat eats the mouse
The dog attacks the cat
And Jeffrey Dahmer eats people

Sorry, that never fails to ammuse me.

Btw: Found another one some guy named Matt wrote... I think it deserves a little recognition, it's kinda funny. But it might offend some.

"Mexicans"
I hate those damn Mexicans
They always say the same thing
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?
Do you want fries with that?

Forever (Sweet Memory)

June 26, 1995

In time all hearts return to me
What once I touch are never free
Though nothingness holds one to me
Just my love and sweetest memory

So many come to me and stay
Then they slowly drift away
But words to bind I never say
Yet in their hearts my heart will stay

Yes I touch lightly but a few
Then leave them once my time is through
To see the world with eyes anew
Yet part of me shall stay with you

In time all hearts return to me
What once I touch are never free
Throughout forever eternally
I touch your heart sweet memory

nothing to say now
but enamored by this thread
i will now bump it

thats a beautiful poem, big jim p

nothing to say now
but enamored by this thread
i will now bump it

I bumped it once
then I bumped it once again
Damn I'm clumsy

Once we thank mu
we tie him up then torture.
One more haiku :lol:

thats a beautiful poem, big jim p

thank you. I now have to go throught this entire thread and list what i've posted so I don't repeat myself. adicted to poetry and ns :oops: :lol:

nothing to say now
but enamored by this thread
i will now bump it

I bumped it once
then I bumped it once again
Damn I'm clumsy

Once we thank mu
we tie him up then torture.
One more haiku :lol:

haikus are so fun
they can keep me entertained
for hours on end

so here's this haiku
ill sing it and break the rules
end with more sylables
:D

thats a beautiful poem, big jim p

thank you. I now have to go throught this entire thread and list what i've posted so I don't repeat myself. adicted to poetry and ns :oops: :lol:

2 really good things to be addicted to, my friend... :D i liked that poem too

there is but one sweet adiction
of which i've ever heard
the need, desire the lust to want
to read and carve these words.

This one is called "This is a poem about poems and poets. "
Poems are short pieces of writing about stuff that generally have a beginning a middle and an end that have a point to express.

This poem will probably sound a mess because I forgot to digress and explain that this poem doesn't rhyme.

From time to time poets often take a long while to get to the point and whine and whine and whine until it reaches the end.

This poem has a point to make but it doesn't take the average poet long to flake it mid way through and go of on a random tangent.

Just to show you what I mean see below.

And low and behold there was poetry. Written by poets.

Oh, poetry how I love thee like poultry, you lack feathers but you sound nice in my ear.

So sow the seeds of creativity my friends, one and all.
Rejoice in the beauty of the written word.

Come on men and women from around the world, pick up a pen and write a poem. Amen.

By Shane Trent Pacy Winstoble-Granger


Heres another:

The Green Mirror
The purple cat scrumptaciously flew
Whilst my foot stealthily doth chew
A tasty carrot which caught the 'flu
And if I kick you I'll give it to you.
The lobster walloped on about the clue To what the hell I'm on about (he'd lost it down the loo).


Bravery is nicely sugary if you're a fish,
Because soon you'll be a tasty dish.
I like random words such as vish
They make me jump around like a kpflish.
I ran out of things to say in a tish
So I'm going to say goodbye like dish!

By Tom


And another:

Patience or the lack of the same
What is patience? I cannot say. If it were a bird, so be it.

But it is not.

While feeling like a wrapping of bubble gum,
can be fun,
it usually ain't.

But in the gurgling innards of my sorrow, I can only feel those innards gurgling.

And life is like that. Most of the time. And when it's not...

Well, so be it.

By V'uarnet

nothing to say now
but enamored by this thread
i will now bump it

I bumped it once
then I bumped it once again
Damn I'm clumsy

Once we thank mu
we tie him up then torture.
One more haiku :lol:

haikus are so fun
they can keep me entertained
for hours on end

so here's this haiku
ill sing it and break the rules
end with more sylables
:D

If No rules are
broken then we would not be
poets

No More Whistles

January 19, 2000

So my heart
Entwined, untwined
Lost
And then found again
A seeker of truth
And dark blasphemies
One that holds
And loses hold
On the dream held high
Before gods
Before demons
Not killed
Never to die
Only to carry on
To fight
Even when there’s no fight left
Only to scream
A voice to match the wind
That No longer whistles

beautiful, as well
i just love your poetry
you have talent, jim

beautiful, as well
i just love your poetry
you have talent, jim

Thanx.

Calling me

October 17, 1993

When the darkness comes
Comes calling
Whispers
Softly, calling my name.

Fearlessly
I hear
Stories on the breeze
Of the
Darkness

Calling me

Thank you all. I've written very little in the last few yrs, but you all have started me writing again. note the dates on my poems.

And damn you mu :lol:

WOLF

10-8-02

The wolf hunts
Hunts with pride
The Pack is
The Pack will be
New pups here
Littles cry
Job is feed
Need is there
Need is here
Run in snow
Hunters moon
The wolf hunts

Thank you all. I've written very little in the last few yrs, but you all have started me writing again. note the dates on my poems.

well im glad that we could do something... cuz to tell you the truth, i havent written too much in the past 3 months (biiig thing for me) and this thread got me started again, too

Thank you all. I've written very little in the last few yrs, but you all have started me writing again. note the dates on my poems.

well im glad that we could do something... cuz to tell you the truth, i havent written too much in the past 3 months (biiig thing for me) and this thread got me started again, too

well the youngers teach
the elders to write anew
the poets love

too much heart not enough love

Nightmares of tomorrow
haunt my every dream
pacing to and frow
to stop my silent scream
please stop my mind from wandering
it always leads to Hell
why won't it stop I'm wondering
but only time will tell
why do people trust me?
when I can't trust myself
In a cage but think I'm free
but at least i have my health

Nightmares of tomorrow
haunt my every dream
pacing to and frow
to stop my silent scream
please stop my mind from wandering
it always leads to Hell
why won't it stop I'm wondering
but only time will tell
why do people trust me?
when I can't trust myself
In a cage but think I'm free
but at least i have my health

thats cool, too. i like that alot.

once again this thread
it has slowed down way too much
so now i bump it

Winters Heart

The Earth is gripped by January's hand
Death-frosts stalk and green things banned
Thaw and warmth attempt to enter the fray
But still in Hades does Persephone stay

The trees stand as towers of snow
Adorned not by robin, but instead by crow
They despair not at the frosty waste
instead They feed at deaths white face

Chill breeze flows through this frozen land
Marking all as with a frostbitten brand
So we wait in fear for spring to start
To pierce another cold winters heart


I obviously wrote this in January, not just now. Feel free to critique it in any way

lol, i wrote this while i was bored during/after an english test... i think my teacher thought i was cheating somehow...

i am a girl
tormented by the strong
desire
to shout out everything
i feel about
you
i am the wind
you can hear my words
in your dreams
dreams of black and white where
i desperately try to put
color
i am the fire
that you can feel but cannot see in
your life
the fire that's all around you
i'm protecting you, loving you; now
open your eyes.

amazing, I loved it. I mean it

amazing, I loved it. I mean it

:oops: thanks... ya'll are so nice, lol...

Its not that we're nice, Its that you're that good

Its not that we're nice, Its that you're that good

wow... thanks man...

waking up
who are you
what happened to the one i thought i
knew
it's gonna be hard
to actually get to sleep at night now
ur always on my mind, i'm wondern' how
i let myself
slip onto the fast track, i'm losing control
tryin to figure why you smoked that bowl
wondering where
the heck did my morals run off to
guiltily thinking 'bout what we been up to
i want to
make you happy, cuz man, i love you;
but i really wanna talk cuz tell me, who are
you?
i want you to know
that i'm not kidding when i say how i feel
please tell me you know confusion is real


tm me if you want to know that one's story

tell me is a black heart
better than none at all?
And is a soul thats torn apart
better than one that crawls
on hands and knees for mercy?
Is a failure and defeat
desirable when you're not free?
Is having wounds that will not treat
better than not having proof
that you stood up and tried?
I'd much rather tell my deepest secret
than know that I had lied
So I will always be honest
and stay true to whats inside

:D best one yet kaose

thanks, I've put my best on here so that really means alot!

This one is called "This is a poem about poems and poets. "
Poems are short pieces of writing about stuff that generally have a beginning a middle and an end that have a point to express.

This poem will probably sound a mess because I forgot to digress and explain that this poem doesn't rhyme.

From time to time poets often take a long while to get to the point and whine and whine and whine until it reaches the end.

This poem has a point to make but it doesn't take the average poet long to flake it mid way through and go of on a random tangent.

Just to show you what I mean see below.

And low and behold there was poetry. Written by poets.

Oh, poetry how I love thee like poultry, you lack feathers but you sound nice in my ear.

So sow the seeds of creativity my friends, one and all.
Rejoice in the beauty of the written word.

Come on men and women from around the world, pick up a pen and write a poem. Amen.

By Shane Trent Pacy Winstoble-Granger


Our First Surealistic Poem! Thanks for posting that LRR!!!!!
:lol:

WOLF

10-8-02

The wolf hunts
Hunts with pride
The Pack is
The Pack will be
New pups here
Littles cry
Job is feed
Need is there
Need is here
Run in snow
Hunters moon
The wolf hunts

nice one. I think the short sentences do a good job of reflecting the wolves world view.

I have a really long one about wolves....its prolly too long to post here, about two pages. Tries to look at life from a wolved point of view too. I like it and if you want to hear it, let me know.

Winters Heart

The Earth is gripped by January's hand
Death-frosts stalk and green things banned
Thaw and warmth attempt to enter the fray
But still in Hades does Persephone stay

The trees stand as towers of snow
Adorned not by robin, but instead by crow
They despair not at the frosty waste
instead They feed at deaths white face

Chill breeze flows through this frozen land
Marking all as with a frostbitten brand
So we wait in fear for spring to start
To pierce another cold winters heart


I obviously wrote this in January, not just now. Feel free to critique it in any way

I like this one with it's classical references. The second line is the one that grabbed me and then I was yours for the rest of the poem. Very strong imagery. The whole tone of the poem is cold. Great job.

amen to that reverend!

from your poem

thanks!

Rain dissolves the distance
In each drop there's a prism's worth of images
All of you
Every drop that earths on me is
A sparkling kiss
All from you
In every puddle I see two reflections
If you are the rain...
Let.the.world.drown

This is a good one too. I like how it conveys a sense of love without mentioning the word or the standard cliche' s associated with love. It is harder to do than you think.

:)

I know how that is, Whenever I try to write a love poem, It turns into one big mushy cliche. here's one for example:

when we are together, I ignite and you burn
we have our time, but then must adjourn
when we are apart I know that you pain
(I hope you know that I feel he same)
So if you are in need just let up a shout
and i will be there no matter what route
when I say this you know it is true
because more than all else, I love you

dream

late at night i find myself
lost in a moonlit dance with you
twirling and whirling and swaying and
holding
you closer and closer to me
i hold you tight i don't want this
to end for i'm completely enjoying you
twirling and whirling and swaying and
laughing
as you spin me round and round
and as i dream i find myself
wanting all of this to be true
twirling and whirling and swaying and
realizing
that it's all just been a dream

i am a girl
tormented by the strong
desire
to shout out everything
i feel about
you
i am the wind
you can hear my words
in your dreams
dreams of black and white where
i desperately try to put
color
i am the fire
that you can feel but cannot see in
your life
the fire that's all around you
i'm protecting you, loving you; now
open your eyes.

I like how if you take all the single, stand alone words and read down and inclued the two word line, they make a statement. desire, you, color, your life. That's cool.

i am a girl
tormented by the strong
desire
to shout out everything
i feel about
you
i am the wind
you can hear my words
in your dreams
dreams of black and white where
i desperately try to put
color
i am the fire
that you can feel but cannot see in
your life
the fire that's all around you
i'm protecting you, loving you; now
open your eyes.

I like how if you take all the single, stand alone words and read down and inclued the two word line, they make a statement. desire, you, color, your life. That's cool.

:D i was hoping someone'd notice that... thanks heetu!

there's another one of mine on here like that too

The closest I ever got to that was an acrostic, where you take the first letter in each line and spelled down, it is the title of the poem.

Yer not going to make me look for it are you? Which page is it on?

:?

I know how that is, Whenever I try to write a love poem, It turns into one big mushy cliche. here's one for example:

when we are together, I ignite and you burn
we have our time, but then must adjourn
when we are apart I know that you pain
(I hope you know that I feel he same)
So if you are in need just let up a shout
and i will be there no matter what route
when I say this you know it is true
because more than all else, I love you

I think love poems are the hardest to write, because it sometimes seems that every possible way to describe love has already been done. I once heard a guy read a poem for his girlfriend and he said she was like the powdered sugar on his doughnut.... everyone burst into laughter. I don't think the poor guy was pleased by that reaction, but I kinda liked the comparison...it was sweet...... :wink:

it's on a page that's divisible by 9 and starts w/ nothing

lol, look on page 18 at "nothing"

cool, nothing could stop grey..... I like surprises like that.

poetry thread is
good to come home to at end
of tiring day.

poetry thread is
good to come home to at end
of tiring day.

i agree, good to wake up to at beginning of inevitably boring day too

yeaah.......:)

hey, if you don't mind me askin, heetu, are you a guy or a girl?

read my next post

Here is a poem I am going to perform this afternoon.


We still wear the Burqua

On my wedding night,
My mother told me that she knows how to read and write but “don’t tell father.”
My mother told me that my grandmother was a doctor – that once 50% of the doctors in Afghanistan were women.
My mother told me that 25 years ago, Kabul was a thriving cosmopolitan city where women could wear bright colors, show their arms, faces and legs, wear noisy high heels and no-one accused them of “attracting unnecessary sexual attention.”
My mother told me that 25 years ago, women held governmental positions, were teachers and professors, ran businesses, shopped on their own and were not afraid to speak their minds.
My mother told me that she could laugh out loud in the market place.
My mother told me that she could sing without being told her voice corrupted men.
My mother told me that women could marry for love and not be forced into marriage at thirteen with a man four times her age.
My mother told me not to run away because if I get caught, I’ll be thrown in jail.
If I get caught.
My mother told me that under the American-backed Taliban I would have been stoned for running away.
My mother told me that there was a spark of hope when the Americans retaliated; she had heard that their leader had said, “A thriving nation will respect the rights of women, because no society can prosper while denying opportunity to half its population.”
My mother told me words don’t mean anything unless they are followed with action.
My mother told me our new American-backed government still follows fundamentalist Islamic law and no woman is employed in the new regime, but
beauty shops have opened.
My mother told me she loves me.
My mother told me she is sorry to hand me such a blind future.

mmm, i like it... :D

thanks, I like doing feminist-attitude-political poetry.

We all owe women quite a bit, and women deserve more than they're given in many countries, I like it as well.

I am trying to write a "women of the world" series. This was the first one. The second is about India. I write them as they come to me, so they are far and few right now.......:)

well, I'd better go
to sleep in my hide-a-bed
sleepy-eyes time now

Keep this thread alive!

fate of a night-owl
keeping poetry alive
posting random thought

i spoke without thinking
i try but theres no reversing
i sure hope no one was looking :)

simple attempt to
revitalize this great thread
my pointless post, *bump*

'gmorning fellow poets! :D

goodmorning to you!
the sky is blue
and the world better
with all of you :)

goodmorning to you!
the sky is blue
and the world better
with all of you :)

hehehe

My fantastic poetry!

Blue saxophone
I am here
You are here
Icebears roar

No, really, that was a joke.

Lousy power-tripping poets. You'd think you own the literary world. Well you don't! Bwahahahaha!
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Wow what a literal miracle!

Four am last night
Screech of brakes shatters my calm
Police siren sounds

Outside my front door
Two Police vans, four squad cars
Arrive one by one

I wait for silence
But there is only shouting
When, when will they leave?

I lie back, waiting
No, not a helicopter!
Oh yes. Life is cruel.

Hover somewhere else!
Circle someone else's house!
But no, he likes mine.

A strange truck pulls up
Tactical firearms unit
Forget sleep tonight

Eventually
The suspects are arrested
Police celebrate

Gunning their engines
Burning rubber on way out
At least, no sirens

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.
Brilliant deduction, Captain Dumbass!

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.
Brilliant deduction, Captain Dumbass!

Oh you're so original! For the sake of everyone who's actually using this thread, I'm going to ignore you.

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.
Brilliant deduction, Captain Dumbass!

Oh you're so original! For the sake of everyone who's actually using this thread, I'm going to ignore you.

Lonely night,
This bed is so empty
What's the meaning of life?
The window opens
No one is down there
No one will notice
I fly.
Forever.

Here's a poem that I did for english, I hope you enjoyed...

Violin

Ah, gentle music,
How I long to hear your psalm
My instrument of light

I’ll play for my heart
Through the harsh practice I learn
Your music steals me

The violin tone
Oh! Sweet sound to my ears
I play for me now

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.
Brilliant deduction, Captain Dumbass!

Oh you're so original! For the sake of everyone who's actually using this thread, I'm going to ignore you.

Lonely night,
This bed is so empty
What's the meaning of life?
The window opens
No one is down there
No one will notice
I fly.
Forever.

A serras's poem :lol: , j/k

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Wow what a literal miracle!

Uh, yeah, that was too show I was kidding there, chief.
Brilliant deduction, Captain Dumbass!

Oh you're so original! For the sake of everyone who's actually using this thread, I'm going to ignore you.

Lonely night,
This bed is so empty
What's the meaning of life?
The window opens
No one is down there
No one will notice
I fly.
Forever.

A serras's poem :lol: , j/k
Actually, yes! :lol: You like?

Yes, I do, actually :oops: . Too bad it ends in suiccide :( .

Yes, I do, actually :oops: . Too bad it ends in suiccide :( .
Ah, nothing to be embarassed about! Suicide is completely natural among intelligent creatures. Hell, even whales take their own lives.

This is called Daimonte of Elements, another poem for english, enjoy!

Air
Clear, dear
Storming, Breathing, soothing
Birds, clouds, trees, us
Adventuring, walking, shaking
Useless, visible
Earth

Light
Bright, white
Shining, showing, leading
Good, hope, mystery, evil
Shadowing, masking, sulking
Black, dusk
Dark

Water
Wet, blue
Slapping, crushing, calming
Pure, mermaids, demons, sin
Desiring, smothering, burning
Red, hot
Fire


I don't like succide, you go to hell and burn forever :( . And yes, I'm religious :oops: .

This is called Daimonte of Elements, another poem for english, enjoy!

Air
Clear, dear
Storming, Breathing, soothing
Birds, clouds, trees, us
Adventuring, walking, shaking
Useless, visible
Earth

Light
Bright, white
Shining, showing, leading
Good, hope, mystery, evil
Shadowing, masking, sulking
Black, dusk
Dark

Water
Wet, blue
Slapping, crushing, calming
Pure, mermaids, demons, sin
Desiring, smothering, burning
Red, hot
Fire


I don't like succide, you go to hell and burn forever :( . And yes, I'm religious :oops: .
Hooray! I will laugh at you when I'm having sex in Hell. Or, to be more exact, in the City of Dis (the sixth level of Hell).

... whatever...

Anyways, I'm going to another thread, bye.

Yes, I do, actually :oops: . Too bad it ends in suiccide :( .
Ah, nothing to be embarassed about! Suicide is completely natural among intelligent creatures. Hell, even whales take their own lives.

it might be natural, but that doesnt change the fact that its upsetting and almost inconsiderate... and yes i know what im talking about, a girl i know committed suicide last week.

there is almost nothing more tragic than a suicide. Thinking about it long and hard will tear you up inside, and because it does, its MUCH better on the spirit to write it down and show people, rather than keep it pent up inside. I know what I'm talking about, I've walked that bridge.

and for the record, I believe suicide is the most dishonorable thing that one can do.

and for the record, I believe suicide is the most dishonorable thing that one can do.

Hear Hear!!! I agree!

Btw, this is an poem that I made up in the spur of the moment just a few mintues ago, enjoy :D.

Friends
Family
Wishes
A special day for me

Light
Fluff
Bounce
Song
This is celebration

Happiness
Sadness
Live
Learn
A way of Life

Here's this one that's an poem/song. I'm going to use it later for my musical fiction. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Dark Soul
Look at the crimes you have commented
The sins and despairs you have cause
Upon yourself and others
Dark Soul
Don’t give pleading eyes to me
You know what you have done
You know you must go….

What have I done
To deserve this?
How can I
Erase this?
How Can I bring myself to the Light?

Dark Soul
Please reconsider
Dark Soul
Please reconsider
Dark Soul
I did not do such
Dark Soul
I did not do such

You have Sin and Cheated
My daughter of my heart
Please
You know you must leave
Re-
You must go
-Con-
To face the penalty of Death!
-Sider my Heart!

Dark Soul
He had so much potential
Dark Soul
He was so wonderful
Dark Soul
Why did he do this?
To
Why
The
My
Death!
Boy?

My Love
My Darling
My very own soul
Please understand
That I would never-

Dark Soul!
Lie to you!
Dark Soul!
To cheat you!
Repent
I
Your
Love
Sins!
You!

What a dark day
This is
On the city
Of Justice
To ruin
A loving Soul


I think I need to work on it some more, what do you think?

you could work on how it flows in a couple of places, but all and all its pretty damn good

Well... I have tabs on some lines to show the flow, but NS doesn't do that for me :evil: . That really pissed me off. If you really want it, I'll give you the poem over TM, maybe that won't take away the tabs...

If you really want to, Its kind of tough to see how it flows from reading it.

despair, woe, and misery
stop me feeling alone
turn off the light, I don't want to see
please make yourselves at home
wallowing in hatred
of what It is I've done
my soul is like a ball of lead
forsaken by the sun
what is that gentle ringing?
perhaps a messege from a friend?
A voice that to me thats singing
My drop has reached its end
make up my mind and start to fight
destroy the evil I won't abide
open the door, and see the light
and its a beautiful day outside

Just a few more...


Trapped In Darkness

I dream of a place,
So calm,
So quiet,
Free of all my pain and hatred,
I wander through,
This perfect place,
Past trees and rivers,
Until I reach,
A lake so clear,
So pure,
I look down,
Into the water,
And see your face,
And you rise up,
And pull me in,
I can’t breath,
I’m choking fast,
Yet you are laughing,
And gradually,
My perfect place,
It falls apart,
And I slip back,
Into darkness,
The darkness of my reality,
You still laugh,
I cry out,
But I can’t go back,
I’m trapped in darkness,
Forever more,
And you still laugh…

Ugly On The Inside

You’re so beautiful,
On the outside,
Such a perfect body,
But I looked further,
I looked inside,
Inside you,
I was,
I am,
So shocked,
At what I saw,
I saw a heartless person,
A evil,
Twisted,
Spiteful person,
What I saw,
Was what you are.

You are,
So beautiful,
Yet you are,
More ugly,
Than anyone I’ve know.

Run Away

It's time to leave,
Fed up with this,
Time to leave my past behind,
Time to get away,
Get away from these people,
From these places,
From this life,
I'll start again,
Won't screw up this time,
I'll find my feet,
And get away,
I'll leave it all behind.

Look Who's Laughing Now

Why do you feel,
You must always put me down?
Making me look so small all the time,
And it always seems,
You do it in front of the people I'm trying to impress,
Well it's not my problem,
Not anymore,
Cos now it's my turn,
To make fun of you.

Ok ok...I'll stop now. I think I'm probally boring people...And it was only a few poems...Lol...

Cool!!! I like that :wink:

This is another poem for english, but it's pretty serious. But if you don't get come if it, think of an test question, and you'll understand.

The Questions of Race

What is race?
A taxonomic group that’s a division of a species.
But we, Homo Sapiens, are one race,
Right?

Wrong,
For many say,
There’s Blacks & Whites,
Asians & Islander,
Hispanics & Alien-residents,
And even, Others.

Why do we have race?
All people who are white
Is not all the same color.
And the same for people
Who are “black”.

What about the race “Asian”?
People who’s from Asia is Asian.
But what about Russia?
Russia is in Asia, so is India.
Is people from there Asian, too?

What about people from Japan?
Some say they’re
Asian.
But, Japan is a chain of Islands.
Should people from there should be
Islanders?

What is Hispanic?
Someone with or from a Spanish heritage?
People from Mexico are Hispanic.
But are they from a Spanish heritage?
Or is it Mexican?
And “Alien-resident”,
They’re not from another world,
Just another country & state.
Why is this so?

If it’s true
Of what I’ve written,
Are we then,
An Other?

I believe that
Blacks, Whites,
Islanders, Asians,
Alien-residents, Hispanics,
And Others
Are not different races.

I believe we’re one race,
One specie.
And that, my friends, is
Homo Sapian.

Opinions, suggestions?

Hells yeah! score one for the Grey Race!!

Hells yeah! score one for the Grey Race!!

.... I have failed in my teachings :| . O well. :?

its something from a song, you'd have to here it. It says a bit of the same thing that you said.

Ooh! ok, well nevermind :D . Ok, someone else's turn to post a poem :D .

lol...i like it alot...something thats always bothered me. and trust me, (i dont know your age so im saying the following) youll run into more than just on test. filling out certain applications for jobs, loans, etc. all because the govt needs to know to make sure folks are doing a good job :? :? my wife and i joke over what are son/daughter will be when they're born in a few months, as she is puerto rican and im white. according to most, he/she will be considered hispanic. i think well just have him/her put a mark next to all of them as it aint none of their freaking business. :)

its funny, but when i look
into a face
all i see is beauty
not a race
could we be that
ignorant
to only care about
the pigmant
does it really matter
the skintone
to let someone
into your home
i think ill love them all
just party and have a ball :)


sorry but this just came to me...thought id share it :)

Woohoo!!! Party!!