Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 3, 2009 Share Posted February 3, 2009 She is a spider with nothing on, looks at me with soft lips taunting me. He asks if I can express how I feel, how I feel about him he would never understand. I don't know him but he is my fate, my soulmate. Blah:LOL: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 3, 2009 Share Posted February 3, 2009 A Genuine Smile An ivory land, Of shiny white trees, Where nothing is said, But much is said to me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackAndrews Posted February 3, 2009 Share Posted February 3, 2009 This creep bests a suited button A Brother pulses beside the lord The skin pales upon my eyes When one plays a broken chord Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popelady Posted February 4, 2009 Share Posted February 4, 2009 whoever steals your purse steals trash but anyone who takes your time . . . time is more important than anything else really Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted February 4, 2009 Share Posted February 4, 2009 sun in the sky, she rises, moon up so high, he spies on. She spends the day, looking his way. He spends his night, wanting her in sight. Opposites may attract, But you can't backtrack. The Moon and the Sun, Always wanting to be one. been a while since i did a poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 4, 2009 Share Posted February 4, 2009 sun in the sky, she rises, moon up so high, he spies on. She spends the day, looking his way. He spends his night, wanting her in sight. Opposites may attract, But you can't backtrack. The Moon and the Sun, Always wanting to be one. been a while since i did a poem. I like that one, very beautiful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spyke Posted February 6, 2009 Share Posted February 6, 2009 why this torment why bring this upon the youth do you know the anguish I feel? Do you know how I dread the morrow? ^you would never believe what that is written about. School? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
what if Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 Trouble. A car crash and a flood and a broken stereo A shifter and a priest and a bucket full of wine Cannonballs and billiard balls and lots of pretty girls A drifter and a cynic and a boy with baggy clothes A monster and a dragon and hydrochoric acid Trademarks and Primarks and a couple asbos A hammer and a mirror, a pistol and a mink The devil holds a cradle, about to take a drink. I always quite like your poetry, you have a lovely way of telling a story, vivid and beautiful. Very nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 I always quite like your poetry, you have a lovely way of telling a story, vivid and beautiful. Very nice. How very kind of you, thank you for saying so. Though it's rare that I can build up a picture with a poem, mine tend to be more expressive, describing feelings. But that was an experiment. Ah let me see if I can do one here... Fucking little pussies Playing with murder Sleeping with babies And kicking the shit Out of the motherload Into the pain Bitches make noise About to get tossed Into the light again Fucking little pussies Got fucked up And pissed themselves. Did I just write that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 I like that one, very beautiful. it sounds way corny in m head Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
what if Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 How very kind of you, thank you for saying so. Though it's rare that I can build up a picture with a poem, mine tend to be more expressive, describing feelings. But that was an experiment. Ah let me see if I can do one here... Fucking little pussies Playing with murder Sleeping with babies And kicking the shit Out of the motherload Into the pain Bitches make noise About to get tossed Into the light again Fucking little pussies Got fucked up And pissed themselves. Did I just write that? Yes, yes you did. Still vivid, and yet definitely not pretty. Doesn't really seem to suit you, but if you like it... In any case, you may not think of yourself as a poetic storyteller, but your writing isn't abstract; you write with beautiful language but in a way people can relate to. Your expressive poetry gets your point across and thus tells your story, whether it's something like your experiment or more of the in your head feelings based type. I prefer that; it is a bit of an easier voice to listen to... (Not sure why I essentially seem to be rambling on when originally all I meant to say is I liked it and well done. Must be the wine. Oops...) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Atavar Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 Spraling spiraling spinning down The end of the world will cause a frown We've fucked it up for so many years It'll happen soon so have no fears. Don't be surprised when the end finaly comes I know when, i've done my sums I'd tell you all with examples show But to be honest you'd rather not know. Is there anything we can do to stop the rot? Well, it involves us all, the very lot And i know its hard to all get along So we'll all die... But is that wrong? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 8, 2009 Share Posted February 8, 2009 Yes, yes you did. Still vivid, and yet definitely not pretty. Doesn't really seem to suit you, but if you like it... In any case, you may not think of yourself as a poetic storyteller, but your writing isn't abstract; you write with beautiful language but in a way people can relate to. Your expressive poetry gets your point across and thus tells your story, whether it's something like your experiment or more of the in your head feelings based type. I prefer that; it is a bit of an easier voice to listen to... (Not sure why I essentially seem to be rambling on when originally all I meant to say is I liked it and well done. Must be the wine. Oops...) Haha, I don't like it, I must've just felt like swearing a bit. Yeah I want to write about feelings without being abstract; I want my poems to be accessible so they can be appreciated. Hehe, wine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 9, 2009 Share Posted February 9, 2009 The One. You are but a page to hack and crumple As I wish, or are you? So from my glazing eyes come some great words, You, the source, or are you? And gab-given page and trembling shoulders, Work of you, or are you? Hate do I think my love is unspoken, You, my love, or are you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kieren Posted February 9, 2009 Share Posted February 9, 2009 It's cold, It's wet, The whole country's in debt, Gordon Brown! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 Here is a poem I wrote about 6 minutes ago... it's called Four Minutes Ago: Four minutes before, I sat here longing, Longing for, A big fat dog. No dog came, Wishing for, For all the fame, But four minutes ago, No dog came, Then he did come finally, And the bastard ate my sandwich. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 Here is a poem I wrote about 6 minutes ago... it's called Four Minutes Ago: Four minutes before, I sat here longing, Longing for, A big fat dog. No dog came, Wishing for, For all the fame, But four minutes ago, No dog came, Then he did come finally, And the bastard ate my sandwich. Excellence defined! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheesy Grin Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 A poem: Why oh why Does Nimpo cry? Is it because His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight? Or is just y'know, that other stuff. Nudge nudge Wink wink Apparently, this isn't going over too well, what a pity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 Excellence defined! thanks thanks A poem: Why oh why Does Nimpo cry? Is it because His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight? Or is just y'know, that other stuff. Nudge nudge Wink wink Apparently, this isn't going over too well, what a pity. "His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight?" That's why... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 I'm breaking up here you guys. Beautiful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 13, 2009 Share Posted February 13, 2009 Dead eyes, cold hands, move with no will of their own. Black heart, not needed, cut it out, I am alone. My love you have killed me. :'( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 23, 2009 Share Posted February 23, 2009 The Carnival. There was a mighty dog, Who always had the first say, And he barked. Then a sheep came along, But the odd thing was, He barked too. Then a monkey came, And when he saw that the sheep And the dog were both barking, He barked too. Soon there was a carnival A carnival of animals, And all of them were barking. Lions and tigers were barking. Snails and worms were barking. Whales and dolphins were barking. Orangutans and armadillos were barking Ameobas and staphylococcus aureuses were barking. And it was the most boring carnival ever, Because when the children saw a cute lion cub, It barked. And when they saw a playful monkey, It barked. And when they saw an intelligent dolphin, It barked. They all barked in their faces. And their barks were very intimidating and annoying. So everybody had no choice but to bark too. Except for me. I do not bark. I sing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted February 23, 2009 Share Posted February 23, 2009 This poem is called Long: Short, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 25, 2009 Share Posted February 25, 2009 In the Chair in Front of your Chair Knife cutting, Breaking eyelash. Do I whisper? Do I dare? Stop the gasping, Stop the work, Make a tremble, Make a quake, Rotate the glass, Make a pass. Lets go fly a kite and hope that it doesn't get tangled. Around a friend, a friendly foe, Let's wish for absence, Wish for rebellion, Hell in a straight chair, In a straight chair, In a straight chair. (Written two tuesdays ago, I just found it) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 25, 2009 Share Posted February 25, 2009 In the Chair in Front of your Chair Knife cutting, Breaking eyelash. Do I whisper? Do I dare? Stop the gasping, Stop the work, Make a tremble, Make a quake, Rotate the glass, Make a pass. Lets go fly a kite and hope that it doesn't get tangled. Around a friend, a friendly foe, Let's wish for absence, Wish for rebellion, Hell in a straight chair, In a straight chair, In a straight chair. (Written two tuesdays ago, I just found it) Very beautiful, and hopeful in a strange way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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