Official Poetry Thread

[ClairvoyantCat]

You know,
God knows I haven't made any decent contributions to this thread

but

What the fuck are you guys doing
you're degrading the medium of poetry
that's what you're doing

[Ben_Jamin]

An instant elation engulfs the bedroom
Stale sensations of residue
Mirrors erase the memory
Of what once was...

They dance along the beat of time
Gazing in each others eyes.
The windows open so the sun can shine
On the souls forever entwined.

Still the mirror reflects the past
Where the devil patted my back, while I rot
Wasted beside the garbage pail.

Double visions of god and him
Both as one man with immortal sin
Saying "Don't worry just close your eyes, take my hand, as we dance."

[sonatafanica]

a piece of paris

i dated a white girl with black hair,
she smelled like
cigarettes and
things i wanted,
yeah she looked pretty
even gorgeous i guess
as she lit that smoke
and took a bored and fleshed out drag
and handed it to me
like we were both agreed
and there was a weight
in her eyes as she handed me
her beer
like we knew
like she knew
that there isn't enough
of anything
so the best you can do
is pass what you've got
to someone you like
before you both die
in the heat

she up and
uncrossed those legs of hers
those goddamn legs
took two sips of her coffee
got up
and walked away
in the middle of that city.
she left me walking in A Piece of Paris
and when i saw
our reflection in the window of a closed down pub,
i heard her say that
"we"
should open up a dance studio there.
i pretended i didn't hear her,
you see, the future is
not something i hold dear to me.
i just ignored it.
i don't know
why i did that.

[Horatio]

Robert Frost once said
    That Free Verse Is LiKe PlAyInG
   tennis with no net.

[MasterShakezula]

Two political haikus

I once had a chat
He proved very unpleasant
Showed me his Wiener

Other's fall can bring
many's sympathy, but one
man gets a Boehner.

[JayOctavarium]

Here I sit awake
Tired and nothing to do
Good Night Dee Tee Eff

[MasterShakezula]

Have a good night, Jay
I will miss you very much
Dream sexily, friend

[dethklok09]

I don't know how to explain myself
I watch as everyone dances
I try to learn the moves myself
But I always feel held back.
And if I were to dance
Would it matter anyway
would they see the same colors
as I see them dressed in?

[Quadrochosis]

As you all know, the East coast is going to be decimated over the next few days. Instead of toiling over how I am going to make it through the weekend, I have decided to stop giving a fuck and just write poetry.

Here are some attempts I've made.



We're all just dust and bones now, Erin
Come this time Monday, there'll be nothing left but the frames of our homes and our badly charred corpses lining the streets
Maybe our faces will still hold the horror and fear we were feeling moments before out demise.
We have only one chance left
We must resort to cannibalism.



Here is another:

The hot lava magma burns my ankles
Screaming, I lurch toward the sky and utter my last breath:
"Irene, why would you do this to me?"

[ZBomber]

I'm already dead... inside.


/wrists

[MasterShakezula]

Very nice work.

I enjoy much the poetry, such as yours, that straddles the line between poetry and prose. 

I'm already dead... inside.


/wrists

Yours is good, too, though it could use some elaboration. 

[Nel]

Very nice work.

I enjoy much the poetry, such as yours, that straddles the line between poetry and prose. 

I'm already dead... inside.


/wrists

Yours is good, too, though it could use some elaboration. 

It could also use immediate medical care.

[senecadawg2]

hmm... 

[Ben_Jamin]

The battle began
Here I Am
pondering the meaning
yet unknowing
It was me who was next

The greatest miracle
whispering my name
"you are not to blame"

plantations spring as he awaits the wonder

A raging mind lost in the dance
took another to spare his own
It doesn't matter anymore,
He's decided the fate.

BURNING IN ETERNAL FIRE
BLISSFUL DAYS ADMIRED
TUCKED AMONGST THE GREATEST
LEADERS SPEAKING TOUNGES
THEY HEED THE WARNING

Nothing is as nothing does
policing the innocent
as the dead lay moaning at the stars
"how can they have gone this far?"

I lay amongst the wickedness
destined to fufill
the sacred prophecy written,
beneath the stones
beneath our minds
Its the stories and the fables
the myths and the tales...

THEY ARE WHAT WE ARE

[Ben_Jamin]

Hallucinations review the past
the time I was tied on the mast
The anchor pulled no last goodbye,
I sailed off to sea.

As I drift further on
The moon kisses the sun
In combat with the sea
the currents devour the crew

I awake on the riverside,
where ruins stand amongst the trees
life is silenced by a whooshing breeze.

I don't want to believe
what I think this place to be?

[True Death of Life]

Please give feedback, this is the 1st time I've actually shared my poetry in years.

I need to stop relying on other people’s words

To say how I’m feeling

I need to stop stealing people’s hopes

To find what I’m dreaming

I need to puddle all my instincts

And crash into the sun

And hope that the next day

Will be a better one

I’ll let my tears put out the fire,

Let the smoke choke through my sighs

And settle down on the burnt black surface

Waiting for a different sun to rise.

[dethklok09]

I like it, especially more towards the second half.

Anyway here is something I wrote that probably sounds like shit

Quiet evenings are always
the perfect tune
To dance along to by the fire pit
waiting for miss June

Creeping up the stairs
She's on her way
speeding moves I get a little anxious
that today might be the day

knocking on the door she waits
I can't think of what to do
after fighting my fear and fright
I open the door for miss june

She looks at me and smiles
And so I emulate
She pulls the knife from her purse
Miss October got away safe.

[Tick]

I don't do haiku
I suck at them so I fail
I think this one good

[sonatafanica]

i think it is weird that this is a stickied thread

[dethklok09]

Beautifully written sonata

[ThroughHerEyesDude6]

I concur, I enjoyed it too much.

[Nel]

Short little poem I wrote called The Diamond Shallows. And yes, I rhyme, because when I don't rhyme I feel like I have to use big words or be really deep, and it just comes off as forced.

I felt like just a severed head.
A hill in the sand of a seaweed bed.
Immortal in a shallow grave.
Rooted in a coral cave.
Skin like diamond, buried so far.
Shedding shale from a fallen star.
The dry world had forsaken me.
Left me calm in poverty.
Starving for the light above.
The Earth shrieked as I began to push and shove.

The shallow creaked and moaned.
Tectonic cracks and ocean blood.
Fellow beings, they saw my struggle.
Themselves shaking in ancient mud.
Long ago, all of me forgotten.
Doomed to be lines in rock and sand.
Reaching up, feeling familiar skin.
I caught the wind within my hand.

[MasterShakezula]

Cho

My dog is so cute!
(especially when he is
trying to kill me)

[Kotowboy]

Life.

Life is a four-letter word.
But Then Again
So is turd.

[Tick]

[dethklok09]

This poem was written
to make me seem like a deep person
But in reality I look like a douche bag
And everyone wants me to kill myself

[antigoon]

This poem was written
to make me seem like a deep person
But in reality I look like a douche bag
And everyone wants me to kill myself

[Tick]

This poem was written
to make me seem like a deep person
But in reality I look like a douche bag
And everyone wants me to kill myself

There's an app for that.

[VioletS16]

Short little poem I wrote called The Diamond Shallows. And yes, I rhyme, because when I don't rhyme I feel like I have to use big words or be really deep, and it just comes off as forced.

I felt like just a severed head.
A hill in the sand of a seaweed bed.
Immortal in a shallow grave.
Rooted in a coral cave.
Skin like diamond, buried so far.
Shedding shale from a fallen star.
The dry world had forsaken me.
Left me calm in poverty.
Starving for the light above.
The Earth shrieked as I began to push and shove.

The shallow creaked and moaned.
Tectonic cracks and ocean blood.
Fellow beings, they saw my struggle.
Themselves shaking in ancient mud.
Long ago, all of me forgotten.
Doomed to be lines in rock and sand.
Reaching up, feeling familiar skin.
I caught the wind within my hand.

I love it  I have the same thing as you, I have to rhyme them or else they sound over the top. I'll get to work on one tomorrow. Hopefully it will not be discarded like all the rest...

[Nel]

I love it  I have the same thing as you, I have to rhyme them or else they sound over the top. I'll get to work on one tomorrow. Hopefully it will not be discarded like all the rest...

Thanks.  It's not often I like something I write, but I do like that one.

[Tick]

Milder air moving through Times Square
Animals sleeping in their underwear.
Clowns busy on the seesaw
Animal crackers in the streets
The world may end today

[Tick]

Wounded clowns roam the darkness searching for solace
Their evil ever present to them all
Hungry wolves look to devour
To fill themselves with their filthy blend of colors
All one can do sometimes is turn the crank and hope the Jack does not emerge
Fear not the ones who hide behind these masks
The horn will soon honk for them

[Tick]

Pickled egg sitting on the shelf alone in a jar of vinegar
Rotting away like an old man in heat
Red as a beet but not embarrassed
He waits for someone to take a bite
Ending his long exile in solitude and suffocation

[ThroughHerEyesDude6]

Nightmare Heart.

One Sunday morning I woke with a start.
In heat, I was sore and hurt was my heart.
Nightmares awoke me; they frighten so well.
Due to their strength, it feels just like hell.
One time I dreamt I was laid on a floor.
Three friends were with me, all right near a door.
The next thing I know I felt a sharp pain.
A scorpion stung me right in the vein.
It flew midair from a coat rack nearby.
It caught me off guard; I started to cry.
No words or sounds had escaped from my voice.
Everyone ditched, so I had just one choice:
I needed to pull it out of my leg.
Since everyone left I couldn't just beg.
I strained and I sored, and it bit me twice.
Afterwards, I locked up just like a vice.
Then as I hit the hard ground down below,
My subconscious mind began to take tow.
One Sunday morning I woke with a start,
And that's why there's pain in my nightmare heart.

[dethklok09]

So I feel pretty shitty today, and because the only way to express myself is the most cliche way possible, this is a short poem and stuff.


Nah I was never much to fit in with your group
But lay me down pull out your gun and pretend to shoot
And I'll happily play dead again

So watch me as I crawl to the wall
I'll be breaking my knuckles trying not to fall
If I even feel like getting up again