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    Staring out into the night
    Quiet and Still
    Voices fill the room within
    Have never heard them
    Never will

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    Running out into the night, my blood is on fire
    No one beside me, no man is my sire

    I run and gaze in wonder, about the miracle that’s night
    And I know for certain, it’s darkness that’s bright

    A shriek, a dragon, disturbed in its lair
    My nerves, on end, from foot to hair

    To the right, the beating of wings
    To my left, the night bird sings

    The wonders of the night never cease to amaze
    From left to right I swing my gaze

    My body tires, but my mind drives me on
    If I run far enough maybe the ghosts will be gone

    A silent water, the depths beckons, come
    But alas, my time here is not yet done

    I have no fear whilst in my mothers embrace
    I lift my face to observe her star-freckled face

    Lightheaded I sense the familiar lights
    My body and mind goes through one of their fights

    I’ve completed the circle, back where I begun
    And just in time, soon comes the sun

    I look to my mother, where I find my bliss
    Turn around, I’ll be back, blows her a kiss

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    Here's a lil something i wrote recently

    Relief

    I feel a pain twisting and turning inside
    I 've been trying to avoid it, but now i know i can no longer hide
    I move when the coast is clear in the dead of night
    I know me and the monster with-in are in for quite a fight
    Suddenly relief floods through me, and i feel alright
    And with the push of a button, my enemy vanishes from sight
    I make my way to my bed enjoying the feeling of victory
    It's amazing how good taking a good dump can be.
    some days, some nights
    some live, some die
    in the way of the samurai
    some fight, some bleed
    sun up to sun down
    the sons of a battlecry

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    For __________

    I'm sorry you don't understand.
    Truly I am. I really wish I knew
    What is going on in the cosmos
    To make things once as familiar to me
    As the freckles on your face
    Suddenly become pale and wretched
    Shadows of their former selves.

    This is not the story of my life.
    There is so much more to me than
    One note in a symphony of two
    Or even two hundred... thousand.
    There are some who know that
    Others who must be told the truth
    But that was all before the change.

    Many times I've traveled unfamiliar roads
    Content in my companions, trusting
    Never was darkness too dark, frightening
    Summer was always upon us, warming
    Autumn called from ahead, comforting
    Winter seemed forever distant, fleeting
    Spring wil come, a brand new begining.

    Now, Darkness lays heavy across
    All the lands I've traveled 'round
    Even up ahead, in seas uncharted
    I am lost upon the waves of fate
    The winds of change, immutable
    Forces tossing me, breaking me
    Building me again in some new way.

    So finally, the signs will all come
    They will point me to choices ahead
    In one instant, for one moment,
    Everything will appear to be balanced
    It is destined in the human condition
    That often through strife we expand
    Now I see that my world is larger

    What strange happenstance this is
    That in some strange and humorless
    Twist of Morbid Fate, the one man who
    Can, and has, and will, cause more pain
    To me than any other I currently know
    Will also be responsible for freeing me
    To find a love even greater than his.
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    Victory is mine!! [/Stewie]

    Someday...*sigh* someday I'll live in a world that appreciates me. But not today, I sense.

    Faith without works is dead.

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    Love is a terrible thing. Terribly funny anyway...

    As I was rowing down my lonely street the other day
    A multitude of things occurred to me.
    Like the idea of holding thoughts and dreams inside
    And like the thought of throwing them away.
    I thought of fire and towers of chrome,
    I thought of reaping what I’ve sown,
    I thought of all the places and all the different faces
    And I thought about you.

    ‘Cause you electrify my soul
    even though it’s wooden…blank expression
    kinda gives one the impression that
    I’m asking for directions. What can I say?
    You electrify it anyway.

    As I was staggering along my psychedelic sidewalk
    I had this fevered notion that you and I could talk - about
    Your future and my future and how maybe
    There could be some weird way of making them
    Keep each other company. I guess we’ll see…

    ‘Cause you electrify my soul!
    With it’s alarmingly frank obsession of
    Someday teaching God a lesson. What else can I say?
    You electrify it anyway.

    I sometimes think that there’s nothing harder
    Than diamonds and steel and things like that.
    Except of course, not going hoarse with poetic verse
    So crude and coarse. Trying not to rudely take up
    Your precious time with some nincompoop’s weakly
    mumbled rhyme.
    Trying to explain oneself to a person with
    Eyes like you have.
    They are the windows to your soul &
    I sometimes wonder if you keep your curtains closed.
    See mine are always open or maybe broken,
    Why else attempt poetry or prose?

    ‘Cause you’ve electrified my soul.
    Though it’s flawed and most see-saws have
    More consistency, every frightened spasm’s
    Without a doubt a win to me ‘cause you electrify my soul.
    They make diamonds out of coal or
    That’s what they reckon anyway. Just thought
    I’d pop in to say – that yours defines my role
    And Oh my God I think I’ve just rhymed soul
    With coal. Tears and woe! Oh no!

    I have a new name and it is Fried Meat-Sack.
    I will avenge you, senpai!

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    Once upon a time.
    I sat and wrote a rhyme.
    It went forever and a day
    They say; but their weird
    Opinions aren’t mine.

    It wasn’t all that long. And it didn’t really rhyme.
    I will avenge you, senpai!

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    ‘97
    The slut I used to be
    Painted black and lusty
    Beautiful but cold
    Holding onto me
    Eyes rimmed with kohl
    Holding mischief like a match
    Never to be told
    “No” without a catch

    The slut I used to be
    Down upon her knees
    Kneeling in the glass
    Pumping behind the trash
    Living out fantasies
    Was never really necessary

    The slut I used to be
    Living in the glitter
    Living in the muck
    Anything to be free
    Weary, never bitter
    And shit out of luck
    Up against the wall
    The fallen living doll
    Never twice the same
    Winning at the game
    The price, too tough to call

    "...just an idle doodle in the margins of our minds ..."
    ...nf

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    Are you the man?


    With serene opinions gleaned
    from aggressive attention paid
    to the voices as they scream
    amidst the messes that we've made..

    Without a doubt or niggling thought
    or days of being over-wrought
    or ways of parroting what was taught
    a million years ago...

    Are you the man, immutable, so distant
    and inscrutable. Are you all clued up, readily
    on top of things - Do you have a PHD in
    being wise and somehow trouble-free?

    Are you the man?


    Made of meat and bloody bones.
    Quick to tell us what we should have known...
    Clipboards, official records. Notations and our
    previous employer's sage quotations.

    I think you're the man.



    I will avenge you, senpai!

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    I keep thinking you’re behind me wishing me ill
    you whisper in my ear a curse to shake my will
    I turn around but you’re not there
    only the wounds that you cut remain
    and the feeling I cannot shake
    that you’re wishing me ill

    they say be careful who you let in
    don’t get in cars with strangers
    hitch-hiking’s dangerous
    cover your purse and don’t tempt thieves
    but you who I knew, where I once felt at ease
    I can feel you behind me, wishing me tears

    Wisdom, she has waited patiently
    the time has come to let HER in
    I wear my seatbelt, I eat good food
    I would not step in the path of cars
    so why would I step near you
    I’ll not turn around again
    looking ahead, it’s just me, wishing us peace.

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    2 Poems

    "THIRTY"

    What a dismal year.
    The worst 365 days of my life,
    So far, that is.
    Knock on wood, here's to thirty-one.

    April 13, 2007


    "CHANGES"

    Changes, everywhere I look
    They seem to be all I see,
    All I feel, all I know.
    What is, it is no longer what was.

    What was once up has become sidewise.
    What was forward is now at a slant.
    Black is a pale rose, green the brilliant orange
    Of the perfect sunset. White is gone completely.

    I take a step and solid ground
    Vanishes; becomes an insubstantial cloud.
    I wade the ocean, only to find
    Myself knee deep in the murkiest swamp.

    I don't like to change, my comforts
    Mean too much to me - to my balance.
    I'm sure I've told God that once before,
    But He just chuckled; and I was born anyway.

    April 13, 2007
    Victory is mine!! [/Stewie]

    Someday...*sigh* someday I'll live in a world that appreciates me. But not today, I sense.

    Faith without works is dead.

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    outside cold presses in,
    a small room with only
    a radiator unfreezing my toes.

    thoughts of you, your hair,
    on my pillow; in my clothes,
    everywhere.

    where's my coffee? where
    is my toast? time for me
    to egg it up, fetta and all.

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    I wrote a poem in my lecture today. It is vaguely based on the experience of being an unimpressed, self-pitying student. Clearly I was not feeling myself. Actually I am always writing poems in boring lectures, and they always reflect my unhappy situation: this means of course that I cannot vouch for the quality of the material. Art is so cruel..


    STYLE ACCORDING TO AMOS

    All writing is a caricature of
    everyday speech, of actual
    Blah.

    I need to wash this sweater.
    Feel mirthless. Saw
    a white scarf tied

    to a wooden rail. Tiles on a trailer.
    A fat man wearing a colorful shirt.
    What is the purpose

    of these ghosts or embryos of meaning,
    this idiot waving his hands?
    Are we following the script

    of some absurdist drama?
    All lecturing is a caricature
    of real teaching,

    of reciprocal learning, of actual
    Blah.

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    looking through some poetry files I had, this is something I wrote in 2000 on my fridge with magnetic poetry...


    How he shimmers like
    A drug of passion,
    His aesthetic form almost makes me
    Scream in young suffering.
    You say I am absurd
    Only fully knowing him
    Through my senses;
    This angel sculpted of smoke
    Your sense of self is defined by what you think other people think of you.

    I'm a militant Agnostic: I don't know and neither do you!

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    I lost my innocence
    On a bet
    Left it behind
    Walked off the set
    Took 80 dollars
    for my time
    kept the pain
    and made it mine

    ...nf

    "...just an idle doodle in the margins of our minds ..."
    ...nf

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    Who knows what nose
    Will adorn thy face
    How long the arms to
    Return my embrace
    What color eyes
    Will look to me
    Will they be inquisitive,
    placid, angry?

    Who knows what word
    You’ll utter first
    What sort of knowledge
    for which you’ll thirst
    How old you’ll be
    when first you read
    At what ripe age
    You’ll sow your own seed

    Who knows what nose
    Will adorn that face
    But surely t’will be
    divine as Grace.

    "...just an idle doodle in the margins of our minds ..."
    ...nf

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