Share your poems

Fine, if that is the way it is.

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heres to play some catch up, but some initial thoughts to start off;

you can mock poetry and you can mock art
but as it stands today your all dumb in my heart.

ill start with a poem i wrote 1 year ago.


I hear a guitar
it plays out a cry
alone in its melody
i feel it inside

Closing my eyes
it all becomes dark
i want to start anew
i want to tear apart

So i look to the sky
and know why its blue
above me is empty
inside me is too

Like the dark clouds above
your words never leave
i have no tall tale
my fingers will bleed

 

Nice.

I'll need to think on this one for a bit.

 

u mean think about my poem? it can be kinda confusing but its actually very simple the image its portraying

 

ill do one more, this was imspired by another poem... and the fact i hate everyone. also written about a year ago.

the world to date
is the world we ate
its a the world we dug
and a the world we hug
yet we burn the oil
and we burn the trash
we even burn it into poison gas
we'll burn the bodies
we'll burn our flesh
your sins are forgiven.. just go and confess
i hate this world
i hate its greed
i hate its rulers
i hate its need
we all reside in the world we hide
where bitter shadows make walls of pride
take all the money
and take all the gold
take all the innocence
and take all you can hold
you swim in your greed
you drown in your desire
your thirst will never quench
untill you hear satans choir
this worlds just a lie
we're all born to die
we're all simply nothing
we all seek a ride

 

My newest one.

My hearts holder,
stay loving.
My hearts cherisher,
keep warm.

My nights star,
shine bright.
My nights refuge,
remain safe.

My souls keeper,
continue shepardering.
My souls lock,
remain unpicked.

My minds subject,
stay there.
My minds purpose,
remain important.

My fears banisher,
keep resolute.
My pains healer,
stay healthy.

 

There's chocolate wrapped in paper, behind the counter, before I forget. And in a heart-shaped box, no less. It took some time to buy, as I spent the entire day in line. We had an evening obligation and I was late for it; I hope you don't mind.

And before that I was a sailor - before I met you, I mean. Sailing the seas - did I tell you? It seems forever I searched the darkness for light - an effort I always made in the night. In the day the sun would capture an image of time - I told the sun to pass so another day come; 'do you hear, me, sunshine?' The seconds passed slow as like never before; then set anchor and pull sail, counting the footsteps to your door. Thinking of the many days before you were mine, I sure hope you don't mind.

And before that, mind you, I was much less of a man; can't quite remember where the demeanor began. Selfish, never-thoughts kept me afeared. And feelings of self-pity, you can guess, didn't bring me here. One day, back then, a voice called from distant shore - as sure as I was certain, I'd never heard the voice before. I worked at my lonesome as the clock drew circles, minutes, then hours, till the years they become. The voice called once more and the clock stopped at once. Taking years in my hands and coins in my pockets, I spent them all on a boat, sparing no time to dock it. And though it may be that fate had us entwined, it took so long to get here; I hope you don't mind.

 

Just dug this one up from over a year ago:

Just yesterday a stranger came to stay
He was dark and tall and kept to the shade
The tennants were wary
his demeanor, quite scary
We took him in anyway

The rain left dribbled on his jacket,
Mr. Quigley reached out to rack it,
"Please, don't mind," said the stranger
"It's cold and I'd rather not lack it."

"Then I'll turn up the heater."
"But it's at the top of the meter!"
Ms. Willow, in fervor
"Don't mind," said the man
"Don't mind."

A sense of foreboding
was laced in his clothing
His feet shuffled the floor in a 'creep'
His fingers were narrow
Exposed to the marrow
Not literally, but still quite deep

By then the stairs had sounded,
A family of feet on the stairs pounded
A family it was, stepped to the base
The man eyed them, from face to face

There stood Roberta, the curly-haired wife,
And Mark, to whom she devoted her life
The children, Terrance and Mary Goodall
At the base of the stairs they stood stalled

The man's glare, uncaring
"Please stop with the staring!"
Urged Ms. Willow in a faint peep
"Oh, come now," said Quigley,
the owner of the building,
"May I remind you to go to sleep?"

Mr. Potter, the gardener
a tennant as well
feared little in the world; "he just needs a drink!"
"Oh, but I don't"
replied the stranger,
"I only need a space to think."

"So be it," voiced Quigley
"Clear the way," to the family
"We're off to room thirteen."
"Well..." spoke the man, "if I may be so keen"

"I must ask for a room, if thirteen is, then so it shall be,
"But I must ask for a room adjacent this wonderful family
"You see, I'm foul, for my heart has been maimed
"-- not by choice, of course
"But a winter I visited, and this winter I retained,
"All from a trip to the north."

"You may not recognize the condition,
"Being Louisiana-raised."

"An excursion from my cabin caught me in the blizzard-cold
"With no direction discernable, I simply huddled in the snow
"For a full day I beared the numbness and pain
"Of my heart growing colder, dying in vein."

"The next day I awoke, the fierce winds died down.
"The snow began to melt, undressing winter's gown
"Yet still I remained cold, wretched, and numb.
"Blood drained from my face; to this I have come."

"Upon my return to the populated world,
"The doctors surprised me as diagnosis unfurled
"My condition was not only caused by snow,
"But also loneliness for my recently-passed betrothed."

"If I forgot to mention this earlier,
"Please forgive me, as my memory is neither here nor there
-- truly to and fro."

"Anyway, my prescription not of any bottle or pill,
"I was advised to use warmth to counter the chill
"-- the kind that eminates from loving bodies.
"... I can forgive any person to whom this appears lofty."

The stranger coughed, "Regardless, you see,
"The warmth of my neighbors is incredibly key
"In that my life and my heart are at stake
"For there is no guarantee from a sleep I will wake."

"Fascinating story," Mr. Potter chimed.

"Oh, what a bother!" croaked Ms. Willow in dismay
Mr Quigley, quick to retort, "bother be though it may"
"He is our guest, and for the night he will stay
"In any room he pleases, for his condition is grave."

"Yes, indeed. Thank you kindly,"
said the stranger.
Mark extended his hand, although wary,
"'neighbor."

And as they shook the husband shivered
For the sting of ice the man's hand delivered
But he said not a word to frighten his family
Nor to Ms. Willow, Mr. Potter, or Quigley

 

Nice.

I really like the first one.

 

wow, incredible, i like all 3, nice. Dotget, did you write those??

here is another one i wrote

"22"

i dont know where my time was spent
i dont know why my feelings i pent
a life long burden wrapped inside
for 22 years i couldnt cry.
alone in my life, if only to mend
'till i was 10, i had but 1 friend
as time went on, now 22
from the time i was ten.. now i had 2.

please god answer.. my innocent plea
if i stay in this room will you send someone to me?
i cannot face the world i hate
so jus leave me alone, in the shadows i'll wait.
i love the sound, the sound of guitar
my father he played, i listened from afar
my mother on piano, i'd close my eyes
yet i never learned, not even tried.

i remembered my mom, at night she'd cry
i shunned the memory, and it hurts inside
all i wanted was to help end her pain
but my dad would scream, i feared him insane.
after we moved, my mother would stress
she couldnt pay bills, im not sure the rest
see.. she vented on me, i did nothin right
so we never got close, because of stupid fights.

Tho as kids we didnt get along
my sister was always there for me strong
if i had a problem i could always turn to her
if she wasnt my friend, i might be a blurr.
betrayed in the end, i let myself down
all that time alone, i thought "i" was found
just to turn around to see i was stung
for 22 years "i" was just a lie.. so 22 hung.

you'd never know the history i hide
'cause my smile endured and blocked my inside.

 

You're just humouring me.

I write from the heart, but I am not very skilled at poetry.

 

Hearts chambers,
filling with lust
Hearts pulse,
flowing with love.

Nights embrace,
defeating the fear.
Nights sightlessness,
knowing the other is there.

Moons face,
the witness of love.
Moons body,
the monument of feeling.


Short I know, but with feeling.

 

Heres ones

roses are red
violets are blue
I hate poems
so do you too







Library Rules

No Eating
No Drinking
No Talking
Or Shouting

No Swearing
No Spitting
No Hopping
Or Skipping

No Smoking
No Smirking
No Pushing
Or Shoving

No Coughing
No Sneezing
No Sniffling
Or Wheezing

No Pets and
No Petting
No Singing
Or Dancing

No Doodling
Canoodling
Or Fooling
Around

And The Last
Golden Rule
No Reading
Aloud.

 

I don't hate poems, but I dislike the first one. *ballpunts hayden*

The second one, who wrote that?

 

Just wanted to point out it'd be "nor".

 

What would?

 

Watch the clouds go by
Butterfly goes for the sky
Encouraging sight

 

Roses are red
violets are blue
poems do stink
just like you

 

Hayden, if you want to post **** poems, please do so in Overminds thread, instead of this one.

 

Gasp.

My haiku was plausible here.