Official Poetry Thread

[TempusVox]

Okay, here goes kiddies......a poetry thread. Granted I'm not a poet by nature, but I write poetry sometimes to keep myself fresh. Feel free to post your poetry here.

 I do have a few ground rules...it's my post damnit. Don't feel restricted by topic, just make sure you post poetry. No offense, but no one gives a damn about some song lyrics you wrote after your girlfriend dumped you, it's poetry we're after, not songs. Also, I'm not posting this as a way to encourage feedback from me to anyone either. I have always offered free advice on the how's and why's of writing and publishing, and welcome any questions that anyone has about being, or becoming a published author, but please don't ask me or others about advice as to the content, or measure of your creative abilities. Far be it from me to act as a copy editor of your work. Frankly speaking, most of what anyone would present on this website probably wouldn't ever get published, but there is a vast gulf that seperates someone from being a writer, and one who pays the bills by writing. To become a writer, one only has to write, and I encourage everyone to do just that. If you want to be a writer, then write, write, and write. But don't ask me or anyone else if they think it's good. Feel free to share your thoughts on what someone posts, but do so in an encouraging, positive fashion.

Since it's my post-I'll go first to make sure the waters warm enough for us all to take a dip.


Cock-A-Doodle Rex

Hey chicken
Tyrannosaurus Rex descendant,
You've come a long way down
From that creature resplendent.
The thunder of your footfalls
Once ruled the Earth.
Now here you have fallen
To an object of mirth.
You squawk for a handout
And scratch in the dregs.
And you cannot stop humans
From devouring your eggs.
Your ancestor would have rent
Them limb from limb
If they had lived
In the same millenium.
Preen your plumage chicken,
And dream if you can
Of your days of glory
Days of dominion.
While stripped to the bone
In museums, stands Sue
Whose terrible beauty
Has devolved into you.

[Shadoshi]

^
That was cool.

AFQ

And if I had a quarter for every time I got a slap-stick McGilligan broken through your pet platypus’ window by the name of, “Hey Professor, why do you go grocery shopping?” “Well Milo, it really comes down to whether or not you own said bush-scrap.”

And if I had a quarter for every quarter had I if and… We would maybe take a trip down to the north.

Which road is taken if no road is decided upon, me tell you. And if this really were an open barn, then we would have to not would we then. If you happen to think of the next brain-singled-lock, then please tell you to me. Tell me to you.

I got to pack up your homely yado. And travel around dnuora to make an incomplete circle. Because if I got completion hanging around my collar, it’ll make you tell me to tell you to tell me to tell you to tell you that you ain’t ain’t a word.

If you got nothing in your head of yours to tell to you, then quit asking me for your glass box that you already broke into a small pi sitting in a cubicle just waiting for papers to eat.

Standings tissues blowings aways ats your to me. Tell your to me.

And if I had a quarter for every time you tell me to you, I’d ask the Professor if he wanted to go out for a bags of nourishments. But poor Milo, a boy who eats paper to pass the time, just stares at the scrap he’s always wanted to own. And he can’t tell you to me. And he can’t tell me to you.

[icysk8r]

Poem I wrote about a dream I had the other night.

Icy Demise

Dark winter scape
Reminds us
of the cold winter ahead
the death that lay ahead
faces disappear
as the bus arrives
tumbling
to it's own demise

[Neccy60]

I wrote this down a few weeks ago.



I turn it and it smiles at me
Another turn and it’s frowning at her
Strange is this being that I hold, not quite alive and not quite dead
Not just because of what is seen, but because of what is real
It’s because of what lies beneath the surface
Because it’s more than just a daily source of potassium, vitamins and minerals
It is the tale of one that was born full of hopes and dreams
And all the ones before that had failed placed their hopes and dreams in him as well,
seeking glory by association and aiming for an unearned sense of accomplishment
But as it grew older, it was more and more burdened by the hopes of the others, doomed by their burdens  that they pushed upon its shoulder
Never allowed to grow into its own,
Its promise faded into the breeze, its dreams dissipated into dust
And soon it grew afraid to try anymore, fearful to lift itself out of its situation
Afraid to fail once more, preferring to play it safe and let it’s promise crumble
Soon enough, he became just like all the others that had their hopes and dreams crushed by the pressures
And never would it find deliverance, because the next day it was brought at your grocery store for 89 cents a pound
And therein ends
the saga of the banana



Yes, the title is "Banana".  lol

[icysk8r]

My Place

A place of my own
Where the leaves above
turn day to night.
Where the kiss of sun
is rejected
as the darkness within
takes hold.
This is a dark place
where my soul still lingers
in the forest.
my place.
Where the rain shall fall
but will not land
for it is trapped
above the wooden city.
Beautiful,
the green leaves
that won’t live forever
that fall upon me.
This place is not a place of happiness
This is a place of sorrow
and pain
and the other side of me.
This place,
is my place.

[icysk8r]

I didn't put much thought into this one.  I just needed to write down stuff and vent, so I did.

Sometimes I lay in bed
and think to myself
"Why me?"
as if god, or whatever made life
chose me
to suffer.

I think to myself,
I have a great life
reasonable amount of friends
a loving family,
but it isn't enough.
there is still a void
that can't be filled

I think to myself,
it will never get better
People won't change
I could change
But I don't want to
because for as much pain as this causes me
it is who I am
And I don't want to deny that
and I won't deny that,
at least not in my mind

And I think to myself,
what is the meaning of my life?
I will live
then die
These thoughts send me into spiraling depression,
as I bury my face in my hands
sobbing

I think...
I can be happy
I have the ability
and I am happy
but there is always the thought in the back of my head
the same terrible thought that keeps me up at night

and I know
that it doesn't matter if I accept it
because I am the only one
alone
and that is how I shall remain.

So I think to myself
as I lay awake
in my bed
in my room
in my life
Why me?

Why me?

[Phantasmatron]

It would be covered with dust
If it weren’t hidden beneath other relics of a recent past.
It would be disposed of already
If I had known where it was.
But a simple cleaning of a cluttered closet
Reveals the tiny object from beneath brown boxes.

A small white Matchbox car,
A forgotten toy, a lost memory.
A small grubby hand
Once used the car on the beige bedroom carpet
For traffic jams and epic races
And on the wooden desk for police chases.

And beneath another box rests a photograph,
A class picture from school.
I am in the front row, standing proudly, my smile delayed,
With errant hairs at the back of my head,
Surrounded by friends from the second grade.

I am using a large black garbage bag
To discard the extraneous items I find in the closet.
I first toss the car into the bag, and then the picture.
I pause, reach back in for the photo,
Tear it contemptuously into quarters, and return it.
I had long ago relegated my youth to a closet shelf,
And I now see no need to gruesomely exhume
A corpse that I refuse to call my self.

The photograph and the car:
Both are symbols of my regret.
At a time when both those things meant something
I was nothing more than a foolish beaming child
With a falsely inflated sense of self.
I am ashamed of childhood joy,
And the child that I have emerged from.
For I am still that foolish boy—
Or will have been, in years to come.

[icysk8r]

^That was really good, and sad^

[True Death of Life]

Who
She takes her seat
Prim and proper
And ironed skirt
Shoes with the bow
Polite smiles
Caution following
Surrounded
Her hair, the only subject
A museum for them
A petting zoo;
Pastor’s daughter.

She takes her seat
Relieved, exhausted
Tense on the cushions
Corny jokes
Disciplined, docile
Now the cautious one
Held back
Careful with words
Longing for the back door,
A Promised Land;
Teenager.

She takes her seat
Mysterious, wild
Favorite jeans
Always the T-shirt
Joking, wonder
More friends
More changes
Stereotypes, causing confusion
A mystery to them:
“What is she?”
Peer.

She takes her seat
Elated, disbelieving
Brimming with adrenaline
Screen glowing, cradle empty
Laughing, music
Perfect moments
New experiences, words
Unspoken feelings
A bridge, a puzzle.
Girl.

She takes her seat
Burdened, grateful
Shoes kicked on the floor
Hair let down, everywhere
Finally alone
Wadded up emotions
Exiled music, her medicine
Six strings, her remedy
Words, her rescuers.
Her.


Me.

[icysk8r]

Very good TDoL.  Really paints an image of someone who is shy and mysterious when around others, but when she gets home it all just comes out, and she is her true self.  Keep up the good work.

[Phantasmatron]

Something about the rhythm and the repetition in that is absolutely hypnotizing, TDoL. 

[True Death of Life]

Very good TDoL.  Really paints an image of someone who is shy and mysterious when around others, but when she gets home it all just comes out, and she is her true self.  Keep up the good work.

Thanks but actually it's all about me (lol the ending) and the "stages" I go through each day: being the pastor's daughter with the curly red hair and id only remembered as the 4-year-old from ages ago, me being very slef-conscious about what I say around my parents because now I'm a "no-good teenager", being at school and not really put into a stereotype, etc. Don't worry; it took me a while to figure it out too.

Very good TDoL.  Really paints an image of someone who is shy and mysterious when around others, but when she gets home it all just comes out, and she is her true self.  Keep up the good work.

Thanks so much. I was just venting, but it seems my best work is created in those moments.

[Super Dude]

So far so good, y'all.  I might add some of my own a little later, a.k.a once I've written them.

My entries will be considerably shorter btw; I like to keep my messages/images concise.

[Dark Master Of Sin]

Lets find the quiet and make it loud,
lets find the light and make it dark,
lets find the pure and make them dirty,
lets find the virgins and defile them wholly,
lets fine the saints and make the sinners,
lets find the best and make the begginers,
lets find the rich and make them beg,
lets find the commandments and make them sin and let us go forth,
just you and I, let us go forth and make them cry.

Let the devil fly on his black wings while a chorus of angels softly sing,
let the power crumble beneath thy feet
and let all those who know
beg to be cleansed and the horrors of their mind forsaken...
Amen.
Let the endless darkness of thy despair come forth and consume mankind,
and all who bear the toils and trouble
of this dark hollow being so that the people who speak it
will never be seeing if those who live it never learned it
let them soon come to earn it
and all of you come to yearn it.

Let us now walk in darkness and cool our rage,
so that mankind may live and foil his plan.
For what we know,
and you are soon to find out the only thing that can stop
God is man itself.
see, his largest creation is it's own biggest
flaw and that man may never learn it but to itself it will fall.
may the blessed tremble before it's own great eclipse,
as they watch and stare into the dark abyss of their own troubled creation
from which they will never return.
May you all heed my warning,
and sulk when it comes.
Little by little your sanity dies,
what is left will only make you cry.
Troubled and awestruck you beg to ease the pain,
but all knowing he shouts "never again" in the end
you will suffer and no matter how hard you fight
all your destiny is decided by his might.
May you all enjoy life while you can.
For, it is all that you have.


Be kind, please?

[icysk8r]

are you mad, or a satanist?  I'm not bashing, I am just really interested.  And not a bad poem, but just not my cup of tea.



Please tell me what you think about this one, anyone.  It is for school, and I was told to write a poem questioning my soul, and using a metaphor of something from your childhood. [bad explanation]

"Innocence"

The plush bear
which I hold to my chest
never leaving
my gentle grip

Simple yet powerful
brings joy to my life
the simple life
where nothing can hurt me

My best friend
whom I rock in my arms
never leaving
my gentle grip

A loss of innocence
as time ticks away
what once was so strong
has now died

What went wrong?
Where did I go?
The eccentric young boy
disappeared

As I fasten my tie
and button my suit
I spot the plush bear
in my closet

It's been too long,
my furry friend
but the days slip away
so fast

The plush bear
in the back of my closet
returned to my arms
once again


And here is a poem I just wrote real quick [like 5 minutes] just to clear my thoughts.  It isn't great, but I will post it anyway.

"Imagine"

You leave me nothing
not a single clue
just your beautiful face
is all I know

You don't let me in
your mysterious mind
your heart I have just
a little sample

I beg you for more
than what you give
but until that day
I can only imagine

[Dark Master Of Sin]

are you mad, or a satanist?  I'm not bashing, I am just really interested.  And not a bad poem, but just not my cup of tea.

well, when it comes to religion I was raised Christian but i have recently become atheist. And at the time I was really angry/depressed.

[icysk8r]

are you mad, or a satanist?  I'm not bashing, I am just really interested.  And not a bad poem, but just not my cup of tea.

well, when it comes to religion I was raised Christian but i have recently become atheist. And at the time I was really angry/depressed.

Ah, that's what I thought.

[Manolito Mystiq]

I do not know if you could consider this a poem, but some time ago I felt like writing this down.

There are moments, like the one I'm in, right now, which bring me back into this world
My eyes, being blinded by tolerance, can now see the walls I built around me
Trapped, and covered, I crush the bricks for they imprison me from obtaining any life of my own
Finally, I will walk the Earth as a free man

[Shadoshi]

Germa-shred. Germa-shed.
Where do you decide,
to sit beside the mitochondria's mother
And if you pick at the resurrection
I'll take stabs at your puncture

There's shrapnel floating in the veins
There's a numbness in my memorial home for the rejected sea maker

It tears and it tears all of what it wears in the tower of a clock
If you only knew

My triple-scoop melts in your serpent's division
Smolder what fluidity your skin may shred onto the misguided

Germa-shred. Stash a head,
In a recyclement of my lonely fungus,
that sits growing on my flesh wounds
And if you eat what chloroform remains,
I'll slit what veins sustain you

There's gravity growing a carcass in my mouth
There's a numbness in my black-holes of peeled eye-lids

It tears and it wears what snippets control a dime of the mind's tower
If you only knew, that there's a hell for you

But don't misread my encasement of slit blue-tunnels
I wish I could pierce you
I wish I could penetrate you
So that you could know

And I cannot pierce that scrapping frog-base
And I cannot pierce that healing scab
And I cannot penetrate the once called home
And I cannot penetrate what has been already raped

I am left alone
And it tears me to pieces
Tiny bleeding pieces
Drown in this lake
For,
It's all you have left to take

[True Death of Life]

Lets find the quiet and make it loud,
lets find the light and make it dark,
lets find the pure and make them dirty,
lets find the virgins and defile them wholly,
lets fine the saints and make the sinners,
lets find the best and make the begginers,
lets find the rich and make them beg,
lets find the commandments and make them sin and let us go forth,
just you and I, let us go forth and make them cry.

Let the devil fly on his black wings while a chorus of angels softly sing,
let the power crumble beneath thy feet
and let all those who know
beg to be cleansed and the horrors of their mind forsaken...
Amen.
Let the endless darkness of thy despair come forth and consume mankind,
and all who bear the toils and trouble
of this dark hollow being so that the people who speak it
will never be seeing if those who live it never learned it
let them soon come to earn it
and all of you come to yearn it.

Let us now walk in darkness and cool our rage,
so that mankind may live and foil his plan.
For what we know,
and you are soon to find out the only thing that can stop
God is man itself.
see, his largest creation is it's own biggest
flaw and that man may never learn it but to itself it will fall.
may the blessed tremble before it's own great eclipse,
as they watch and stare into the dark abyss of their own troubled creation
from which they will never return.
May you all heed my warning,
and sulk when it comes.
Little by little your sanity dies,
what is left will only make you cry.
Troubled and awestruck you beg to ease the pain,
but all knowing he shouts "never again" in the end
you will suffer and no matter how hard you fight
all your destiny is decided by his might.
May you all enjoy life while you can.
For, it is all that you have.


Be kind, please?

This is incredible. Defines a lot of my feelings...my dad's a minister, and Christianity is constantly being shoved down my throat. I'm bordering on atheist. (/minor derail)

[Dark Master Of Sin]

snip

This is incredible. Defines a lot of my feelings...my dad's a minister, and Christianity is constantly being shoved down my throat. I'm bordering on atheist. (/minor derail)

thanks, it's a lot of different emotions about a lot of different things coming out in one poem. The part I left out is the fact I wrote it in irc. Like I was talking to my friend, and i said "Hey joel..." then typed out that entire poem. He was just like "...er kyle, you should copy that...that was kinda amazing" and so i did. haha

[True Death of Life]

wow. that really is good. I've even printed it out.

[Dark Master Of Sin]

wow. that really is good. I've even printed it out.

you're going to make me regret not copy writing this before posting it, aren't you?

[True Death of Life]

I don't think so...its just lying innoncently on my bedside table.

[icysk8r]

I don't think so...its just lying innoncently on my bedside table.

[Dark Master Of Sin]

I don't think so...its just lying innoncently on my bedside table.

The picture of me or the poem?

[True Death of Life]

poem...but now it's taped inside my sketchbook. (Ha i should put a copy inside my confirmation bible...)

[Ben_Jamin]

I wrote this the day after I had this really weird dream...


A strange sensation lures me
to the house in the midst of town.
As I peer in, the door
slams and locks itself.

figures in the darkness wail to be free
I must be brave and face what is to be.

Unhinging the first door reveals a hollow factory
A sleeping boy rests in the middle
What should happen if I wake him?
Approaching closer
The greenish walls wrote messages in blood.
Two doors appear suddenly, a rusty gate to my left,
a magnificient castle to my right.
an easy desicion made difficult
by moaning energy's trying everything to make me fail.

Here in the third, people walk on walls and on the ceiling
pacing slowly in a circle.
One step foward
One step back,
The answer means to relive the past to proceed.

Still i'm trapped on this puzzle
this must be the unsolvable
so many people crammed in such little space
for what seemed like eternity
I finally found
the answer lies within us all.

Wandering forever in the halls
looking for the exit, being chased by shadows
I thought I would be dead,
when a force pulled me out as I saw
my final sunset.

[Shadoshi]

^^^

Awesome.


Here's one I just wrote:

Fade

Telekenetic exchange
Between perception
Enslaved by a devious flower
Take a piece of grafite and,
Slit your oxytocin

Slumber shake in pairs
Tongue's flavored gore
In a lap of the mind-bend
Lovable creature bleeding,
Stains this floor

Plans take for the sake
Of letting freedom stab this sin

Why does a demon magnify
A lust within this heart
Rip out love in this reality
Gauge the senses with fatality

Drain me of my sea
You dined and claimed
Chromosomes burned inside you
Don't forget the moving blood that,
You once maimed

Click this decay
Pay for your theft
Acknowledgment never heals me
For when reality is leaving,
A boneless body is left

Spray your blood on a tunnel
Of cracked dissonance now

Why does a demon magnify
A lust within this heart
Rip out love in this reality
Gauge the senses with fatality

The lack of a spine really hurts the chances of grounding this wing


Also, here's an old one I did:

Full House

The Eolithic piece lies crying within the one who put himself on the pedestal
And the himself has fraudulence written all over his colored black
Though the game is played, there’s a cornerstone frail at the turnaround
You got break all over the playing stun and scratch with our newborn nail

And of course you never cease to amaze the figment of the benefit of the doubt
You’ll simply shout your get out at the instead in turn of the banished
What you don’t see is what you get, and the infamous masked racks the ritual
With his smile he’ll snag the itch you will, and thus the itch asks to plead guilty

Snap the hackler in his half if that is what the pages never torn you wish for
To tell you the truth, you’d never speak if not for the mistaken identity reveals
Oh, and did I mention we call it the name it lacked for the sake of feeling no form
Anyway, point aside, your gonna feel the gold in the socket of your bed frame

So, do you get the picture that was painted 7 colors later ago, it stares right back
Take a whiff of the melted pedestal and cry yourself to the only once mistaken
Never again do you have the tackle of a cactus riding your shoe stained cracked
And the shower will keep the intact with sterile appeal on the bed frame loving

[ZachyDou]

*snip*

Wow. I dunno what it is, but something about the way you write is mesmerizing. Amazing job.

[Dark Master Of Sin]

*snip*

Wow. I dunno what it is, but something about the way you write is mesmerizing. Amazing job.

Tbh, i mess around with it a lot. I've re-written it probably 100 times. I'm very picky about my writing.

[Super Dude]

So you should be: a writer's work is never finished, even after publication.

[Dark Master Of Sin]

So true

[icysk8r]

Someday
I will be the one to change the world
I will be the one to stand up
and say I'm proud
tell others to do the same

Together
we will show the world
that we are people
like no other
not animals
not killers

Some day
I will be known
far and wide
for what I have done
for what I started

Some day
we can coexist
and no longer hide
in the dark crevices
ashamed

some day
we will be loved

[Dark Master Of Sin]

New poem, be kind please.


The pain of the insane is our burden to bear,
With the shame of an existence we call despair,
The Reign of the inhumane continues to be unfair,
You will never understand us or bother to care,
Sometimes I think a bullet is the answer,
Maybe I will finally get it when it goes through my brain,
All I dread,
And all I fear,
Is the look of my peer,
Why you must shun me and increase my pain,
Still to this day baffles me and brings me to tears,
If you only understood why I hang my head,
If you only understood why I wish I was dead,
If people would quit judging and maybe stop and think,
Maybe then,
I would no longer be a freak,
So as I sit in my room and cry,
My music is my comforting lullaby,
As my suicidal thoughts dwindle away,
And I slowly ease my pain,
I wonder why I let them get inside my head,
So I say,
I stopped caring what other people think of me,
When they majority of humans proved themselves unworthy of existence,
And by looking downward upon me,
You are only proving everything I’ve ever,
Said bad about people like you,
Right,
Maybe someday you will understand,
Maybe someday my pain will be gone,
As I lay in my box,
Six feet under,
Cold and forgotten


Took me a bit of time to write it, and I rewrote it and rewrote it like 20 times. Be kind?