Anybody write poetry (heck, or prose) here? I know Boricuadelight does (I told you I'd start a thread about it :)).

I'll post one of my weirder/less favorite ones to start with.
Frozen Red Numbers
We are slaves
All of us
Slaves to the frozen red numbers
That hang high upon the wall

Sneering
Leering
They dictate our lives

One day
A stand will be made
Armed with a mighty hammer
The great hero will wage battle

Smashing
Bashing
He shalt smiteth the oppressive force of the numbers

hehe thnx dry gear Glad to finally be able to read some of your stuff

ok this one sux but here goes nothing

"Blind"

Some lie in Shadows
Shadows that cloud sight
Unable to see beyond
Blind
to
truth
The truth within
Cloaked within the veil
Unaware of the world around
The world beyond those boundaries
Satisfied with false truth
Forever Ignorant to the light beyond the dark
Blind
to
truth
The truth that lies within

Actually, it's pretty good. I like the way you use the
"blind
to
truth"
twice. That's cool

I'll post more later, but I'm hoping to give some more people a chance first.

I fixed it up a little. I like it better now Thnx I liked yours as well Alright no prob. we will see if other people post. see who else likes to do poetry

Death

Each
day
I die a death
A death from you
Without
your love
I am blue
death
death
death
death

d
e
a
t
h

death

Ah, what the heck, I'll post another now. There's some stuff I really like about it, but also some parts that I think are kind of forced:

Slits of light in dreary eyes,
Reality or my mind's disguise?
Swiftly ascending, my stupor descending,
Small steps forward reluctantly moving.

Pace increasing as I walk
Retaining my initial shock
Choked by claustrophobic fear, stuck in this colossal chamber
Finally gazing in upward space

On the edge I fear to embark
Beyond the light into the dark
Rays push forward beaming bright, held back by oppressive night
Eyes staring from the other side
While mine stare back with equal might
And the struggling hourglass is anchored down by the sand.

Rushing pictures fill my head
And in it all no word is said
And then slowly, so very slowly
It begins to take shape

An icy terror grips my heart
It is cold
So very cold
And it burns

Expanding, contracting my senses exploding
From it all my mind imploding
Souls entwining many times inside another distant realm
Greater visions I am seeing, spiraling up, my senses reeling
The presense in the air is piercing the very fabric of my being
Overflowing emptyness seeping
running, falling, laughing, weeping
precious sleeping, restless screaming
sinking, flying, living, dying

And all becomes still.

And my greatest regret to this very day
Is that after it all faded away
I sealed the only door to the place

Sine, yours is pretty good too. I like the way you use rhyme, it gives it an almost happy/bouncy feeling that contrasts with the theme.

Boricua, I don't remember what you changed, but I like it better now too. It really is good.

Drip
Drop
Drip
Drip
Pit
Pat
Goes The Blood
Streaming Down The Arm
Onto The Floor
Into The Soil
Drip
Drop
Drip
...

Drac, it's original at least. Onomatopia=groovy.

I think poems about self mutilation=not groovy though.

Just though I'd throw this one out there...


Frozen in Time:

Nailed
to the wall,
hanging loosely,
long forgotten.

My only view,
day and Night,
is a rotting room.

My only friend
is a spider
nestled
in a crack
of my wooden frame.

Beneath
my dusty
glass plating
lies a painting
of a mountain.

I am a picture;
forgotten,
frozen in time.

I wrote this one night. I was really sad.

Plop Plop
Fizz

Fizz
Oh

What a relief

it is.

The Yossarian,
Not Your Average Tranny,
Those Bees All Have Paws!

I love you Yossarian.

Schnurble
Bumble Bee
Deep Blue Sea

sine, and dry I really liked the poems u all posted. I really enjoyed the 2nd one u put up dry gear. I'll add another later on I gotta get going, but I'll be on tonight, talk to ya later

Laura

Drac i like it.

Yossarian's is cool too.

i wrote this last week just because

i hear you
your moonlit orations-
the quiet incantations of a lunatic mind
and i can feel you too

no longer submerged in the muck of daily living,
the monotonous and hourly slag that brings pretentiousness and inefficiency to the forefront of modern life
i am uncouth, slight in tongue and i'll be damned if the white collars of the world tell me whom to love, whom to bear upon silver streaked wings towards the precipice of eternity
~uncertain but ever hopeful for a golden summer


liked how i used the name of a band in the last line didnt you?

Am I the only one who read that as "Poverty is fun"?

I read it as Poerty is Fun....

but what is THIS?

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seriously, it's not makin sense for me.

No, I read it as that at first. And yes, your sig makes no sense to me either - please, explain.

"A Soldier’s Regret"

Standing tall atop fallen friend and foe
I grimly stared beyond the blackened haze
Past the growing war’s bleak and bloody show
Of ruinous fields with man and beast ablaze.
The white, sullen moon cast her sad face down
And I grasp’d the horrors of my native land.
For as I shot my startled eyes around
I saw what war was and came to understand.
For some say war is glory’s golden crown
That strength is war and peace the weak way out.
But others look upon violence’with a frown.
And hold revolution with an air of doubt.
So I gazed upon my fallen France
Shedding tear and offering my last glance.


Inspired by Les Miserables.

"Let Go"


What Manner of love, that we love each day?
That we forget pain, and live for the now;
That we hide oursleves, beneath furrowed brow.
What the incentive, why do we delay?
Why not show oursleves, why do we not pray?
For release from our stormy souls, made foul
By the graven problems, we still do plow
Through the deep, furrowed field of great dismay.

But just when great dismay grabs hold of life,
We stop and glance beyond our field of strife.
And then we feel warm hands press to ours,
And ruts once filled with mud, now bloom with flowers.
And so these hands, they guide us through and through -
All because we prayed, and prayers come true.

Haha
I'm a poem
Haha
So poematastic
Haha
Haha
So original
Haha
Haha
Poem'd

here is my freeform poem i am really proud of it.






LOS         T

I'll respond to your guys' later, but for now I'll just post another of mine...

The Warm Glow of Ember

The warm glow of ember
It burns away
All traces of misery, heartache, and pain
It burns out the world and stains red the shaed
It burns out reality until all that remains
is the warm glow of ember
and I

Will you all stop being so moody? it's annoying.

It's so bad
that my jeans are faded
like my tortured heart
from your hate
that has left me oh so jaded.


I'm so sad.

WILL.
YOU.
ALL.
BE.
LIKE.
SEB.
AN. EMOTIONLESS. ROBOT.
HE. CAN'T. EVEN. DANCE.
FOR.
THAT.
IS.
A.
FREEDOM.
OF.
EXPRESSION.
WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
End of line.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly binglewurdles,
Otherwise I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't

<.<
>.>


/me gebs it.

Haiku for my ex:

My heart aches with pain.
When I see you, I vomit.
Die away from me.

Since people are now posting haikus, I will now post mine based on a true story in my life...

Oh, my ex-woman:
How you brought your pretty face
To my axe, indeed!


You should try reading up, yours isn't the only one.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Since when have I been "people"?

Another haiku for another ex

I Truly loved you.
Then you went behind my back
Your death is a song.

Yeah, I'm angsty.

Lol ROFL Lol WTF Wang
Ping Pong Ping Tang

Giggiy Giggity Gigiity Werd
Fligen Fragen Gigen Turd

LOL LMAO ROFL BOOB
KEKEKEKEKEKKE LUBE

Ick Ick Yeckity Recker
Tiki Riki Tavy Lekey Peker

Wang.

omg u r poem r sux bc u do not uze deth sad blud or hate even onse u r stoopid lern 2 rite poertry

Pie.
Two Pies
But one?
But two.

Pie.
Eating crisp
Crust
Artfully food

War.

J00 left meh and now I have burning hole inside
J00 left me now I cant conintue mai life

WTF I miss j00 so get back here right now
You teh hawtest girl that I'd want to plow

j00r mom is a whore and j00r fat t00
But I like j00 becuz of yer boobz

OMG WTF I AM SAD. NOONE UNDERSTANDS MY ARTISTIC TALENT! IM GOING TO GO BURRY MYSELF IN MY HEADPHONES OF HATE! EMO EMO EMO KEKEKEKK ^_^

...

Jesus, SAJN, you're such an *******. Some of us have real feelings.

NOS.

My feelings were hurt,
when ernie left burt.

Elmo ran away,
for fear of the day,
when the cookie monster would pay,
For a good time and a bit of play.

Muppets
Are
Whores.

*snaps fingers*