New Born Lee Posted March 11, 2009 Share Posted March 11, 2009 What If Your hair is dry and brittle. Your tongue is weak and wet. Your neck is hard and roughly veined. With you I never get. Â My arms crushed and bruised you. My brain was hard and dumb. My thoughts of you were nether in life, Toilet-trained and numb. Â Our love was weak and meaningless. Our hate was strong and true. We'll never and never nevermore. Know that side, of me, or of you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted March 13, 2009 Share Posted March 13, 2009 This is for the optimistic bunch in here Blind minds strike me, Force me to agree, So I stand back, Get them back on track, And I'm taken down, So very far down, Red heat, An eerie beat, And yes, The devil, I will caress. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted March 15, 2009 Share Posted March 15, 2009 Because you are light And your mother's soul, And because you were the lady and the tiger; I honour you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carla Posted March 15, 2009 Share Posted March 15, 2009 I fail at poetry. All these lights we've never seen Have blinded us for many years. But I walked away With spots in my eyes, Hoping that one day These lights would die. I had to write a poem for my English class about what I wanted for valentine's day. It was surprisingly well-received. here it is: I want a gun. I want it semi-automatic and black. I want a Smith & Wesson revolver like the one in the movie I saw last night in the theater with a large, blinding light that flashes all night long and exacerbates my insomnia. I want to engrave my name in each bullet with a needle and a lighter. Crude lettering that's hard to decipher blown to bits and pieces on your red, luxurious carpet. Be not deceived; I will not be mocked; For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. I want to show you the gun that will bring you down to Earth. I want to see your eyes bulge with fear and hear your pleads full of guilt. My fingers will mold to the grip and my index will inch slowly toward the trigger as you mold to the earth and inch slowly toward your mother. I want you to feel all the pain you've caused. I want you to cry like the woman who's lost her child and the soldier not ready to leave home. I want to blow your crown to pieces and shoot you off your high horse down to the gutters with the victims of your crime. You and all the rest who flourish over time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 17, 2009 Share Posted March 17, 2009 What am I doing here, put my boot upon the table, I don't belong, that much is clear, and I will leave here when I'm able. I'm in love with a ghost, a ghost who does not want me, enter me I'll be your host, when you've sapped me dry you'll be free. Made me forget about myself, but I can't avoid it forever, I'll put that part upon the shelf, sure we'll never be together. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimnightshade Posted March 19, 2009 Share Posted March 19, 2009 Armadillo slingshot explosions lend a helping hand to rodent orphan refugees scattered about in miscellaneous foxholes pretending to be Elton John impersonators belonging to blonde cults of miscellaneous fiendish calf riding coalescing cast aways inside tents of blonde beckoning night feeling out of sight puffing on blonde cigarettes with the cast of friends while toting blondish blue guns made of plastic chests. hmmm... More of a newspaper headline but whateva. I'll call it a poem. . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimnightshade Posted March 19, 2009 Share Posted March 19, 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. . Almost like something you'd read in the bible! It's awesome. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Lauren_Guyott Posted March 20, 2009 Share Posted March 20, 2009 For sh**s and giggles; Walk down the dusty lane with me Theres so much of this world we're yet to see I'll hold your hand, you'll hold mine it's just me and you, me and you in this life Thats all i could come up with, the other verse i tried sucked even more Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 21, 2009 Share Posted March 21, 2009 For sh**s and giggles; Walk down the dusty lane with me Theres so much of this world we're yet to see I'll hold your hand, you'll hold mine it's just me and you, me and you in this life Thats all i could come up with, the other verse i tried sucked even more Very sweet:happy: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Priad-Luabe Posted March 23, 2009 Share Posted March 23, 2009 We are all to blame the agony and the shame Everything we do is in vein can you feel the pain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted March 24, 2009 Share Posted March 24, 2009 New poem I wrote: Fat farmers and his chickens, Fat farmers and his chickens, Fat farmers he eat a sausages, Fat farmers he eat a ham, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
undercover_bombshell Posted March 29, 2009 Share Posted March 29, 2009 Stranded Cold water Surrounded by dark Floating on the surface Clinging to tree bark I look around Hoping someone will see The seemingly lifeless pitiful me With no one around And no end in sight I decide it's time To give up this fight My arms give out I start to go down No use to struggle I slowly drown.. I shot up in my bed Looking all around Your clothes are Still piled on the ground Turning on my side My eyes do not deceive The glorious sight Of watching you breathe You slowly move over Till you're close as can be A pair of strong arms Are wrapped around me My fingers running Through your hair As i drift off to sleep Without a care The nightmare is over Now happiness in store Your smell reassures me That I am stranded no more --------------- thanks for your time!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 29, 2009 Share Posted March 29, 2009 Very nice ^^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
undercover_bombshell Posted March 29, 2009 Share Posted March 29, 2009 Very nice ^^ thank you!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted March 30, 2009 Share Posted March 30, 2009 you, boy, you and me, that is all i wish to see. your arms, and mine, wrapped so tight, happiness, soaring like a great height. in darkness, before that first glance, under the moonlight, we begin to dance. i wish that you could one day see, that you and i are meant to be. :'( I've wanted him for soooo freaking long. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bubblesarah Posted March 30, 2009 Share Posted March 30, 2009 to watch your fingers as they glide across the wooden surface. you glance backward at me the blue of your eyes twinkle at me. I feel the weakness in my knees at the sound of your beautiful voice, I am bewitched and ensnared forever. Take me hold me, together we will watch the world and be blissful in the secret knowledge of our love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted March 30, 2009 Share Posted March 30, 2009 The air -- heavy with the smell of grass and sunlight smoke dissolving -- prayers to an indifferent heaven you watch me -- sky-coloured eyes more than the sum of my parts: She told me this would happen -- I wonder would you stop me from disappearing? Idk. Just... blah. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
undercover_bombshell Posted March 31, 2009 Share Posted March 31, 2009 Take me as I am.. Is my smile a bit crooked? My hair out of place? Nose too large Distorting my face? No beauty queen body Just average at best These small things and all the rest So if you look the other way Or if you have a plan I will not change for no one So take me as I am --------------------------- Special Honest caring sweet and true There to pick you up when you're feeling blue The voice of an angel A meaning to a song This heavenly body can do no wrong The light of a star That is seen by few This piece is called special And this one's for you that's it for now....................... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 A new poem I wrote: Jail Of The Remord Terry Frances was a clever man, Up to no good, but always with a plan, Feeding his enemies with puzzles and games, Terry Frances avoided the bars and the chains, Whilst planning his next move, Of which the Police did not approve, A ghost named Heartless, Came to visit Mr. Frances, "I am here to kill you," Said the ghost, his body all askew, "Well that's a bit harsh" Said Terry, then ran away fast. The END! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 5, 2009 Share Posted April 5, 2009 A new poem I wrote: Jail Of The Remord Terry Frances was a clever man, Up to no good, but always with a plan, Feeding his enemies with puzzles and games, Terry Frances avoided the bars and the chains, Whilst planning his next move, Of which the Police did not approve, A ghost named Heartless, Came to visit Mr. Frances, "I am here to kill you," Said the ghost, his body all askew, "Well that's a bit harsh" Said Terry, then ran away fast. The END! In all seriousness I actually love this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted April 6, 2009 Share Posted April 6, 2009 Has the illusion left me? closed the door behind me. Is it over? life resumes agian, same old same old all the same. I held your hand, but never did. Kissed your lips, but never did. Here I am again left wanting, an illusion, who cares not for my name. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimpo46 Posted April 7, 2009 Share Posted April 7, 2009 In all seriousness I actually love this. haha cheers lee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 7, 2009 Share Posted April 7, 2009 haha cheers lee It...kinda breaks down quite artistically, in a very amusing way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
planzer Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 What a shame, Locked in her room, The puzzles on the wall, The writings on the floor, Its such a shame, She smiles and laughs. I kinda got more, but I got rather carried away and droned on for like...3/4 More stanzas... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 What a shame, Locked in her room, The puzzles on the wall, The writings on the floor, Its such a shame, She smiles and laughs. I kinda got more, but I got rather carried away and droned on for like...3/4 More stanzas... That one's lovely. I really do like that one. -- I have a neck with a mole on it! There's nothing better than that! Jonny has pale skin and glasses, He's very good at school, he is! I have a neck with a mole on it! There's nothing better than that! Eliza's a ginger, she's funny, When she laughs she snots everywhere! I have a neck with a mole on it! There's nothing better than that! Bill doesn't like hugs or touching, And keeps the green blocks in a row! I have a neck with a mole on it! There's nothing better than that! Sarah has dark skin and hair Like the hungry people on TV. I have a neck with a mole on it! There's nothing better than that! -- (Bleh, I have serious writer's block, that took about 15 mins, I don't like it.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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