Post Your Poetry

[Garson007]

For the latter part of the year I have been experimenting on and off with writing poetry. I wrote something like 5 poems in total (Yes, I know very little). It seems like I have a hidden talent or I am just very lucky, either way I'm satisfied. In any case I wanted to know if anyone else here writes poetry and to post some of your pieces here.

This is a poem I wrote just now. Unfortunately my plan didn't work to well, so the poem came out sub-par. At the very least it gives an extra bit of experience...

Unforgivable man

This is truly an awful guy,
look at his teeth and eyes.
Damn he is as ugly as a pig,
not to mention his form of a fig.

I hate and despise him,
nothing he does ties in.
He doesn’t even work,
not even the work of a clerk.

He has no soul,
no such thing as a goal.
He starts to cry,
developing a red eye.

Why, oh why, oh why?
He doesn’t look me in the eye.
This man behind mysterious glass,
gives me no chance to even pass.

If this is in any way a success, I'll post some of my older poems here too.(Even one that got published ;) )

[Aruka]

Nobody

Why, though you are alone you still have the
courage to satnd tall.
I envy you, for I have never stood up for my right;
And I've been doing it for all my life.

I'm so weak: I'm a dunce, I bet people like you
make fun of me.
You are strong, good looking and popular;
Someone that I could never be.

I always cry in my own liitle world where noone can
see my weep away my fears.

I hate it; I'm just a nobody, a person who is invisble in the eyes of another.
Someone not worthy of your attention.

I always look at you from the distance; wishing that we could be friends,
maybe even more.

I wanted to be with you, but it's not possible...

[legan]

It's a pretty crap one but a lot of emotion went into it.... haven't come up with a title for it either.

In you I found a friend,
As it will be untill the end,
My friendship with you will not wain,
But a bigger friendship we can gain.

You've found love,
For which I'm happy,
Like a dove,
You fly so freely.

While you're soaring,
Through the sky,
Don't forget,
To keep a watcfull eye.

On all of those,
That you have met,
Who will always love you,
As a dearest Friend.

Perhaps one day,
I'll make you proud,
I'll be a man,
No longer hiding in the crowd.

And on the day,
you will see,
Me spread my wings,
And soar so free.

Up in the sky,
And through the clouds,
Just like you,
Will always do.

[Garson007]

I don't even know if I'm legalised to do this (Well according to the "contract" I signed"), but here is a Poem that a wrote Exclusively for a Book Titled: "The Best Poems and Poets of 2004" - Published by www.poetry.com I don't even know if it was excepted, due to their communication network being almost non existent. In any case I'm just happy they nominated me.

The Forgiving Tree

I plucked from you.
You were not ripe.
The wrong I did,
was just not right.

I came to you.
To forgive and forget.
The silence brought me,
an unforgettable fret.

I dreamt of you.
I wished the same.
The whispering wind around you,
brought me to bear your name.

Who are you?
Who might you be?
You are my loyal, apple tree.

[2OO IQ]

Geez y'all got NOTHING on me.


Jacking off

I do it everywhere
When I aim up it gets in my hair
When I aim down it gets on the floor
I can't stand it anymore
I need to jack off right now
The places I've done it before
In my bed on the toilet
My mom walked in but she could not spoil it
it's my love, my hobby, my thing
I can get horny and jack off to anything
Done it in the dining room
Done it at my friend's house
nutted on a broom
nutted on a couch
Got a marble kitchen counter and boy is it slippery
I let it get the best of me
If the nut is big I scream
I'm typing with one hand if you know what I mean
Jacking off, cuz I just gots to

[2OO IQ]

give me props yo.

[naruto_117]

Geez y'all got NOTHING on me.


Jacking off

I do it everywhere
When I aim up it gets in my hair
When I aim down it gets on the floor
I can't stand it anymore
I need to jack off right now
The places I've done it before
In my bed on the toilet
My mom walked in but she could not spoil it
it's my love, my hobby, my thing
I can get horny and jack off to anything
Done it in the dining room
Done it at my friend's house
nutted on a broom
nutted on a couch
Got a marble kitchen counter and boy is it slippery
I let it get the best of me
If the nut is big I scream
I'm typing with one hand if you know what I mean
Jacking off, cuz I just gots toYou're the next Dr. Seuss.

[naruto_117]

I wrote these two poems a long time ago.


"What If..."

Is the glass half empty?
Is the glass half full?
What if it's both!
or what if it isn't?

Is the sky the limit,
Or is there more?
What if there is more!
What if there isn't?

What if life didn't end?
Where would we be?
Would we still be at war?
Or would we have peace?

Life comes and goes,
But not was we please!
What if we could control death?
Since we run our lives, shouldn't we?

"Our Love"

360 miles separate,
An inseperable thing.
Miles of solid concrete,
To divide an invisible thing.

An occasional card,
To renew a feeling.
An occasional gift,
To keep her happy.

A phone call,
When she is sad.
Although I may not succeed,
I can at least try to cheer her up.

I know she would do,
The same for me.
Because our love is so strong,
It can't be beat.


That poem was written when I was truly in love with a girl. We just recently broke up but that is still one of my best poems I have ever done.

[2OO IQ]

I am skilled far beyond.

[naruto_117]

My poem is the realist shit you could relate to.


not all that lovey dovey shitI can relate to some of it but I don't get it in my hair dude and my mom has definitely not walked in on me.

[Charlie_K]

200 IQ if you post any more rude or offensive posts then you will be banned again.

[Lee]

i am not a poetry person but you should read the ones in bloodloss book

[2OO IQ]

I'ma rip your front... lets see if your sites got your BACK

[CidVincentNeumann]

200 IQ You have skills in ways I can only wish I had...... I give you all the props in the world!

[uchiha]

Lol I've stopped writing poems for months now... mainly because I dont have the mood. I can only write when Im really depressed or down. Which is a good thing since Im overall happy weeeeeeeee~ Here's one of my older poems..

How Some Live
Every move I make is a struggle upon a struggle
Every breath I take is an effort
Why is it when I just want something there always has to be strings attached
Something that doesn't work just right
Constant forks in the road
I live for the silence
And I savor the peace
But there's always something else in the way
Laughing at me cause it's not totally right
Nothing ever goes the right way
What is it about me
Am I doomed to get shit on for the rest of my life
I'm bored to death with all this bullshit being fed to me in spoonfuls and mass quantities
I wish I had just one big huge bullet
To blow it all away

[Garson007]

are you serious? I wasn't insulting anyone. I was just stating my opinion
It is sometimes in the words that you leave out which hurts the most. Remember that. Half sentences make people think of Worst Case Scenarios. In any case swearing against someone or something they believe in, is hurtful towards that individual.


Here is the poem that got published, although I myself don't know why, since I believe others I did are better...

I am, me

Forever I will be.
Nothing will change that,
not even me.

Even though tides may change,
there will always be a part of me,
inside of me, trying it's best
to really be the whole of me.

I might seem weird,
I might seem strange.
But till the day I die,
I will be unchanged.

Accept me who I am, and I will accept you.
Just don't think, people can't be.

[Mark b]

My turn... Il drop a rap!!!

Naruto fam, coz his fighting style is immense to admit
Coz he fights all his victims, causing them to submit
An his love for others is great, seems he a coo dude
But for his childish behaviour, this kid is plain rude
Techniques are amazing, unrealistic but very cool
This kids like as a ninja started when he was at skool
Blood sheared his tears dropped, acting strong felt week
So don’t fight him… coz he is aggressive, he’ll leave you in defeat


peace

[CidVincentNeumann]

*standing ovation* *AND THE CROWD GOES WILD CHHHHHHHHH CCCCHHHHHAAAA* wonderful finish Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!

[naruto_117]

My turn... Il drop a rap!!!

Naruto fam, coz his fighting style is immense to admit
Coz he fights all his victims, causing them to submit
An his love for others is great, seems he a coo dude
But for his childish behaviour, this kid is plain rude
Techniques are amazing, unrealistic but very cool
This kids like as a ninja started when he was at skool
Blood sheared his tears dropped, acting strong felt week
So don’t fight him… coz he is aggressive, he’ll leave you in defeat


peaceWurd dawg. :cool:

[Mark b]

Thanks Ya'll

Peace

[Yoshin]

Fallen - 2003

Up above the world so high,
Soaring gaily through the sky,
Flying together we twist and we turn,
Down below mere mortals see and yearn.

Our wings they stretch from side to side,
Together always the air we ride,
Suddenly the air is filled with pain,
All around me they bind with chain.

Locked away within my pen,
They say that I am fallen,
For I have walked upon the land,
And I have ran upon the sand,
I have dreamed with mortal kind,
With mere animals I have dined,
You yell, you scream and you tear,
For oh so long we have been so near.

They say for these crimes I must now pay,
No mercy for those who stand in their way,
For friends and family you must agree,
As you draw your bow you gaze so tenderly.

Now the arrow tears my side,
Now there is no place to hide,
Falling down unto the ground,
Alone now and forever bound.

No longer can I fly so high,
No longer do I course the sky,
But who has fallen you or me.
Perhaps one day you will finally see.

[Aeries]

Currently Untitled

Crimson is the color of the snow
But only to those who truly know.
Know the pain and suffering
Hear the sleigh bells and screams ringing.

Ringing. Ringing. All through the night.
All the while the snow remains white.

Caught in this dismal and never-ending affair
The truth hurts your mind like a rocketing flare
Rejection, abandonment, hatred
All were forgotten as your throat bled.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
No one can save you now.

Rain has frozen, blood has dried
Bitterness has faded but they have lied.
Stabbed you in the back, my my you're filled with holes!
But I guess that’s just how life rolls.

Spiraling down in the endless abyss
Looks like your time’s running out, huh sis?

No matter, no heart deserves this pain
An umbrella I shall hold to shield you from the rain.
Embraced in wings of illusionary light
Child, you will be taught the gift of flight.

Fly. Fly free from that which troubles you
Float within the sky, the sky so blue.

The sun is your light at the end of the tunnel
Never again will you be sucked within this funnel.
Darkness, anger, troubles to last you a lifetime
Love shall clear you of your continuous mime.

Erasing the shadows of your face with the rising of the veil
Fear not, for love shall forever prevail.

Blah, I wrote this for a contest. Mind criticing it for me?

[tigerwoo]

advice for poets:
if it seems forced, it's not good. so if you rhyme something off like,

i truly love naruto, man
i really am the greatest fan
but if you call me kinda gay
it's you who is, so eff you anyway

then you sorta see how the last line is sorta "forced". like it doesn't follow the rythm, but it rhymes. it's like something else should be there but this rhymed so you think it would fit better. whatever. bad example here's a better one

naruto and sasuke
they were friends
they thought they're love
would never end
so they put it in a bottle
and sealed it tight
and held each other all thru the night

wait that sounds almost too good. ok a forced line would be like, if it ended with
so they put it in a bottle
and sealed it tight
and the sun, you know, is really bright.

yeh, there's a better example. it has nothing to do with anything, but it rhymes. maybe it would sell in japan, (look at all the naruto theme's lyrics.... come on...) but whu'eva.

and in closing, i wrote an english haiku:

don't tell naruto
i switched the bottle of pee
he tried to fool me

ahahaha, now naruto will drink the pee and i'll get the apple juice! creamy hot! ok. it's not really a haiku, because you can't discern a season from it. this could happen anytime. i'll try again.

seems like forever
my fingers are almost sore
when will this post end

aw, snot, i forgot the seasonal referrence again. here we go, last time.

naruto, wake up
you forgot to feed the cat
it ate snow and died

[Aruka]

Alone

The wind hussled and the sky was dark.
Everyone is feeling that there will be none.
Along with the roads, noone
came about.
The place was quiet, that nobody wants.

She walked within the alleys
but noone was there.
She walked a little further to find out that she was lost.
She ran in her tears, hoping that they will hear.
But nobody came; 'cause nobody cared.

She was at a lost, she never came back.
The memory of her past
is just awful to bring back.

Noone dares to ask, 'cause
it'll be a shame.
For this girl is now gone,
and the same with her reality.

~Aruka

[legan]

Boy I have like 15 poems I could post here but I wont... cos the majority of them suck, as I said that one I posted earlier is the best one I've ever done in my opinion anyway... some others seem to have the notion in their head that I'm good at it.

Actually here's an example of a poem I did for a friend.

Lord Tiga's

He is a Tiga,
He is our lord,
He has his own cult,
And he is their God.

He is a good Friend,
Although slightly weird,
He says he's an idiot,
And really he is <_<.

He's easily confused,
By long words and sentences.
He's easily amused,
By Scritchings and huggings.

He likes to eat fish,
Large ones or small,
He really likes egg nog,
The silly old fool.

One day I shall fight him,
And on that day i'll lose,
Cos Tiga is a warrior,
And has the bravest of souls.

I'm glad to have him,
As one of my Friend's,
Cos he's always there,
AND SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.(There's a long story to explain why i used that at the end)

[Sayo]

roses are red

violets are blue

soldiers salute

i luv my bf

he,s so cute

:p

[legan]

roses are red

violets are blue

soldiers salute

i fuck my bf

he,s so cute

:p

¬_¬ Uh oh she said fuck.

[Zhongda]

twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky
twinkletwinkle little star
how i wonder what you are

Album Will Be Released This Summer!!!
plz do not pm me for more!

[Daemon]

not a good poet but at least it's good to see the talent of others compensates for it, ya?

[Sayo]

plz do not pm me for more!

starts giving HAUNTER a PM bomb :p

[Garson007]

Tigerwoo, I understand completely. Rhyming is not important enough to mess up your poem. I know I normally have a problem with letting the last line rhyme. The thing is no line should be forced and unfortunately I'm bad at breaking that barrier. I'm still trying to find a balance, but that comes with experience.

[Aruka]

roses are red

violets are blue

soldiers salute

i fuck my bf

he,s so cute

:p

OMG, you know that word is not supposed to be there! :eek: Let's just hope that the mods doesn't see that.

[Sayo]

sry, sry, sry plz edit that quote ^^;;

[poona]

Back to the hood

Once there were 2 white men,
who said the word that began with N
suddenly the ground started to rumble
and down was the direction which everything crumbled
then out came a giant wheighing 900 pounds
10 feet tall and 3 meters round
when the racist white men were screaming "BLACK!"
the giant pulled a shot-gun out from his back
after cocking the gun he asked "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!??"
an army appeared which was KKK
after destroying the klan out came a man
who screamed" YOUR NO MATCH FOR THE KU KLUX KLAN!!"
the giant killed the man, he did what he could
its was time to go home, back to the hood.

[Charlie_K]

did someone say "mod" and "dont let...see"?
pray tell.. i can edit the posts with the rude word in and change it, but only if someone is seriously offended by it..i can let it slip if no-ones bothered...

[Mark b]

My turn again.... real talent kids...

In the prime of your life the candles flame burned shining Bright
Until a sudden blow extinguished his distinguished Light
A journey teased out tragedy along that road that fateful Day
A U-Turn twisted destiny and took his breath Away
And thrust him into the waiting arms of angles from Above
Who swiftly bore his soul aloft soft wings a downy Glove
An early beckoning by the Lord we know not Why
No rhyme no reason no chance to even say a fair good-Bye

Left crampled shocked and stunned in Disbelief
In morning loved ones face the unrelenting pain of Grief
Lock Cherished memories in their broken hearts to Keep
Weeping tormented tear that ebb and flow in river Deep
Until the healing sands of time revive the Joy
In knowing my dear Uncle Martin man and Boy
As day by day the essence of his spirit rises High
There will be comfort in his presence forever Nigh

So hard to say a final sad farewell and Yet
The way he walked talked and smiled we'll not Forget
And though we cast his moral ashes dustto Dist
We celibrate his life as in God's hands we must Trust
With grace He'll guide him to his rightful place Beside
Those loved and lost who in our hearts always Abide
And remember ever fondly when we speak his Name
Loving thoughts of my Uncle Martin will shine Bright
In the light of his eternal Flame

Rest In Peace

[Sayo]

did someone say "mod" and "dont let...see"?
pray tell.. i can edit the posts with the rude word in and change it, but only if someone is seriously offended by it..i can let it slip if no-ones bothered...
nah its nothin serious i just was being a bit lame nothin more, no1,s offended ^_^ were cool

[2OO IQ]

you wanna see a real pimp rap? get owned mark

Far Far away....
lived a prince charming, in his castle, primed for years.
he's bored as fuck, he been smoking that crack
and in a min he'll ring the bell, to fuck the maid from the back.
but this aint it, yo. he wants a real wifey for real
so he holds a kegger every month to check out the deal.
and one day.. BAM! the finest bitch enters his gaze
omg, finally, thank you god, he prayed, and worked his date.
her names cinderella, mm mmm i bet she could suck a mean cock..
it was going great until.. the clock hit 12 and she bailed like wtf.
the bitch disappears, leaves a glass shoe by the stairs
so i declared, imma hunt and score that pussy hiding somewhere.
so i did this gay shit going from house to house
making all the girls wear the shoe, to remove my doubts.
finally i find the bitch.. but in a dirty ass blouse
but whatever, i convince my dad and we exchanged vows.
but yo..
FUCK THIS BITCH. after married for months to this slut
she talks mad trash, hates her family, NEVER cleans up
and sex..? fuck that, its out of the question
she spends all her time on her massive shoe collection.
so i got the fuck outta there in her sleep
and that crazy bitch made her fairy godmother turn me into a beast.
a fucking BEAST, yo. its worse beyond all meanings
I look nasty. I even have hair growing out of my penis.
so i gave up on life, living alone thru pain and hell
when suddenly.. hallelujah! a hot girlfriend, named.. Belle.
he was a damn beast but this beauty gave no mind
she saw his soul, so he swore to love her to the end of time.
im a motherfucking PIMP, yo. straight off tha bat
the rest of the town hated this player, so they attacked
I beat them all down, showed them how the real Gs cope
and when she kissed me.. the curse of the beast broke!!
omg, it was perfect. nothing needed amending
a handsome face, a hot ass honey, and yup, a happy ending.
not exactly.
this bitch was crazy yo. she hallucinated a lot
she wouldnt shut the fuck up about a talking teapot.
it drove him up the wall, but he kept his cool
until one day she was crying, and ready to spew
that she was sorry, that she liked him more before
when he found her getting screwed.. by his dog on that ballroom floor.
OMG WTF. he left instantly, his butt hauled
after leaving a few caps in the mutts skull.
he wondered for months thru the enchanted woods
trying to erase his memory, like any ordinary maniac would.
that was some sick shit. aint nothing compare
and just when down on his luck.. he saw her there.
she was the most gorgeous thing. this is it. its her.
she was sleeping on this platform, and her lips.. made him kiss her.
soon, she awoke.. damn, her eyes were amazing too
she introduced herself as princess Aurora, Sleeping Beauty to few.
we talked a bit. if magic exists, this hos got'em
apparently i broke her curse so we should marry.. lol, no problem!!
months later.
shes very active now, playing life by the OT
and with all that moving, she gets wrinkles.. and bye bye, hottie.
she spent the better part of her life sleep-retarded
so u could say our conversations are.. a few generations apart.
also, a sleeping curse aint no simple sucker
it caused muscle and disc problems, so i cant even fuck her.
my point?
ur girl could be the bomb, an angel, a genius who rarely fails
but if u think ur girl is perfect, u better check whos living a fairy tale.


cuz none of these girls are imaginary.

[Sayo]

hmmm,.... think of the younger childeren :/

[Saint of Swords]

nice poems..Celine O.o

[Charlie_K]

200 IQ this is the THIRD time you will be banned. you are so pathetic to keep coming back here. this time i will ban you.

[Sayo]

200 IQ this is the THIRD time you will be banned. you are so pathetic to keep coming back here. this time i will ban you.
yeh i agree ban the guy, he only spams like a buttmonkey :eek:

[Mark b]

200 Iq what was that?

U mad cause freepost toast fathered your style
your bullshit makes only novices smile
my freeposts look better than your best spitz
u got a weak crew..just like byron leftwich
come see me...addy is Doobie_2002@hotmail
but start packin ya shit..like guests at a gay hotel
you've changed your name more times than the bossman
dont fit in ya own crew just like sean waltman
your rhymes aint pretty..its like they got a bucktooth
dont care who's next..all i gotta say is FUK U

Now lets get back to the poems.... thats why we here yes :)

[Mark b]

LMFHO.. he got banned AGAIN!!!

[Mark b]

Can i get a comment on my poem? The RIP one about my lost Loved One... Its a true Story and i took time to write it...!!

Uppin

[Zhongda]

Back to the hood

Once there were 2 white men,
who said the word that began with N
suddenly the ground started to rumble
and down was the direction which everything crumbled
then out came a giant wheighing 900 pounds
10 feet tall and 3 meters round
when the racist white men were screaming "BLACK!"
the giant pulled a shot-gun out from his back
after cocking the gun he asked "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!??"
an army appeared which was KKK
after destroying the klan out came a man
who screamed" YOUR NO MATCH FOR THE KU KLUX KLAN!!"
the giant killed the man, he did what he could
its was time to go home, back to the hood.

;) i like it!

[poona]

;) i like it!
YEAH!! You wanna mess wit da hood punk?! My first poem ever, too.

[Zhongda]

lol try makin some more

[Sayo]

*note to mark B* look in right corner if your reply, and you,ll see an edit butten ^^;; admins are never happy with triple posts =P

[poona]

Out of damn inspiration....

[Aruka]

Hope

I wish you good luck,
but wishing you this is not enough to show you how I feel.
Though I'm miles away from you,
I know ddep inside that you know how much I care;
But if you don't; I won't care, for I am used to
being treated this way.

It's very difficult for others to understand how I feel,
'cause I myself is confused.
You may only think of me as a younger sister or a friend,
but it's okay; 'coause I'm already satisfied to know that you are there.

This may sound stupid, but I think I have fallen for you.
Before, the whole stuff about this matter is nothing for me,
but since I met you it seems that my heart has escaped it's cold prison.

And if you think that I only feel this way 'cause I pity you...
You're wrong!
I like you beacuse you are you.

I always lack the voice to speak out how I feel,
the feelings inside me are always kept and hide.

Now, I'm here writng this poem 'cause my feelings
for you is very true.

Although circumstances are not on my side,
but I still believe that It'll be when the right time comes.

I don't know if it is possible for you and me to be together,
but this is how I feel.

I don't and I won't be expecting your love back,
being your friend is already something to make me feel
happy.

To hope is to dream.
And dreaming is to believe.
I believe in you...and it is true.

Hope is what I believe in...
and it is what I'll be doing.

~Aruka

[poona]

always with the love, dont you get bored? (no offense just wondering)

[Aruka]

always with the love, dont you get bored? (no offense just wondering)

I can't help it...

[poona]

Grrrr...... I hate love....bloody redundant emotions....

[uchiha]

Ok dont love... lets hate instead :D

[Aruka]

I hate it when I'm inlove...I'm being so mushy and somehow happy. But all I gotta say is, love makes me what I'am...or so I think

[kane_x]

I had an ispiration (I'm writing as it goes, sorry for typos):

Alone, in the dark
left alone, discarded
the voices never stop,
from haunting me
I feel sick, twisted inside
cold sweat,
tears of agony,
drown my hope
the light has gone,
disappeared
this is my goodbye,
and farewell...
But nobody listens...
always, and for ever

I call it... Despair (?)

[Aruka]

seems that you're in so much pain.

[Aruka]

Noone

'Sometimes I see myself as noone. As I look upon the mirror all I see is none. It may seem cruel, but that's how I feel.

I gaze upon the light but I was blinded; I casted myself down and cried. My feelings were caged and my soul was torn.

I've never felt a warmth before; but I was wrong. I didn't realize that there were you, my friend. Though you seem not to care, but you really do. Now I know that I'm not alone and is not alone.'

[kane_x]

No, not really... Everybody just think that... My friends and my mom are always asking, "Are you despressed?" or "You okay? You look a bit down" but I'm not. I mean, if somebody, then I should know (Unless I'm nuts, of course...)

Anyways, all of my poems just happen to be like that...
I wrote about 5-6 pages of poems when I was bored a while back, all of them were similar to this one...

[uchiha]

Another of my old poem...

Reality

Welcome.. my name is reality
Come pull up a chair and take a sea
tLet me tell you about life
And how at times you'll feel incomplete

Yes, life is full of laughter
But it definately has its share of tears
And even the toughest people
Will admit to having fears

Welcome to reality
You're not living in a dream
The answer is always below the surface
Things are never what they seem

Life has many traps
Wanting to catch you on your knees
But don't worry or feel insecure
Have faith in your abilities

Reality isn't always sweet
And dreams are sometimes more inspiring
But either way live today to it's fullest
Because with every breath your life is expiring

[Telos]

This is a poem I made on a whim a year ago. It sucks because it has no real structure to it; just a freestyle of sorts in regards to my anger and sadness.

Some Time, Some Day

The hopelessness consumes me,
it's driving me through hell;
When this emptiness will be consealed,
I can never seem to tell,
Oh well.

Some time, I'd like to know what it's like,
some day, I'd like to see;
Some time, I want to hold you in my arms,
some day, to love me.

It's like a never-ending cycle,
forever stuck in the abyss;
In my heart, I know not of true love,
Not a hug, and not a kiss.
Fuck this.

Some time, I'd like to know what it's like,
some day, I'd like to see;
Some time, I want to hold you in my arms,
some day, to love me.

They say that I'm my own worst enemy,
that I'm going nowhere fast;
I just can't help but be a nice guy,
but I always finish in last.
I'm outcast.

Some time, I'd like to know what it's like,
some day, I'd like to see;
Some time, I want to hold you in my arms,
some day, to love me.

Go on and say watch you will,
on how my life is standing still;
and you can talk about the time,
when being single was sublime,
and say how love is overrated;
but I think that's overstated,
for no matter what you say,
that will never make my day;
there is one,
and only one,
that holds the key,
to unchain me,
and set me free,
Whoever that may be...

Despite the void in my heart,
I'll still pray it's true,
that some time, we'll be together
some day, just us two.
I love you.

That, I will,
some time, some day.

[Zhongda]

this poem won't rhyme... but i wrote it for no reason what so ever!

ur dear 2 me
dearer than any human
i never thought ur heart would
be this cold
all that has happened
was destined and had to be
between u and me
seperation is the only
outcome!

[kane_x]

Not sur if this is any good...

A crush

When I see
I feel warm
when she smiles,
I smile too
her eyes, so blue and deep
her hair and skin, so smooth and beautiful
I want to hold her, but I dare not
Iwant to kiss her, but I can not
her beauty leaves me speechless every time I see her,
as she passes me by at the hallway
when she looks at me, I have butterflies in my stomach,
I wish I had more courage
I dare not to approach her,
for I fear that it would corrupt her,
the beauty of her smile, the grace of her walk
the shining smile that makes me blind
so I stand aside, watching her, embracing her
now, and always

[Aruka]

Hope

I hoped...
I dreamed...
I imagined...
but it was painful.
You told me to hang on,
that I should go on.
I believed in it...
I kept on hoping,
kept on dreaming...
I cried when you said
you lost the hope you gave.
but I kept on hoping...
for your sake.

~Aruka

[EMPRA]

The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched!

Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort-
And you were gone! Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter-
Ah, it is good to feel you there.

-EMPRA...

[poona]

An unanswered question

Once in a forum far far away
in a thread where people would chat every day
then someone had a few poems to share
and everyones poems had flown everywhere
some were bad and some were good
and one told a story about the hood
but when a young boy was browsing the posts
he was so shocked he couldnt swallow his toast
"but most of poems put in thread
are all about love and friendship" he said
"why? why all this love?" he asked
the answer he got was "we'd loved in the past"
he could not feel this emotion called love
so he tried to find it in the heart of a dove
he was told that it carried the message of peace
he sliced open its body and abruptly ceased
after cutting the animal and all the blood spattered
he found that his question had not been answered

POONA

[OPTIMUS PRIME]

oh man! I love poetry! jus saw this today. here is one my poems.

Stalemate:
By: Optimus

So what am I doing now
What is becoming of me
Why is it confusing now
Am I running from destiny
Frustration sets in my heart
Loneliness is what I feel
Though I know we are not apart
There is a pain that still must heal
Still wondering why I care
Is it even worth my time
This feels like more than I can bear
Because my heart is on the line
Can I look passed my problems
Will I focus on what is right
Can I give you all my trust
Will I really survive this fight
Doubt and worry are constant
Being hurt is all I know
Do I want to take a risk
Or will I simply go
So many choices
And yet I do not want to choose
For only one is where I win
The rest are where I lose
I feel I am not good enough
Not for any one
I feel no love from no one else
Except my family and His Son
Does anyone really care for me
I think about it a bit
Is it even a possibility
Or a dream that I should quit
Do I really need anyone
Should I go at this alone
God is all I really need
To make my life my own
So why do I need them
Do they even care or know
Iron is what I feel like
But who will sharpen me to grow

later

=========OPTIMUS

[parker pyne]

arg.. i suck at poetry

but awesome poems..^

[uchiha]

Invited

Kick me
I need it, I want it, I'll suffocate
Myself if I'm not beaten down
Hate me
You want to, I know you too well
And if you don't I'll be forced to drown
Myself, in this pool of blood, I extracted yesterday
In a most unusual, uncommon sort of way
I won't say how so…
Punch me in the eye
Until I'm bruised and you know why
I need this pain dealt out to me by you
Trip me so I fall
Flat on my face
For that is all
I'm asking - kill me so I'll feel brand new
Stab me in the shoulder
Hear me coo, hear my purr
Until the crimson flow slows down
Then bite me in the bad way
Grind your teeth into me
Shoot me
Please hang me
I'm asking so politely
I want to be all black and blue
Do what I'm asking you to

[kane_x]

Wow...A masochist poem...
...Kinda like it...

[poona]

please comment me on my last peom so i can improve, I have to write a poem at school for english.

[Inactive Dark Angel]

I got a longer version but I forgot it and I usually don't write poems or shit like the one I wrote now(yes, now, cause I only had it in my head before I could write it)

Feeling bad, useless and depressed? Follow this advice!
Get a gun, put it against your head. Pull the trigger, be happy, cause in the next second the walls will be dyed red and you have joined the dead.

[uchiha]

Lol thats promoting suicide! Heheh what kinda poem dya hafta write for your english class poona?

[poona]

dont know... I wanna put "Back to the hood" on display in my english room.

[OPTIMUS PRIME]

eh another one of my poems. enjoy.

All but alone:
By:Optimus

Is it just me or do I always seem angry
Trying to justify what’s been happening to me
I try to be happy
But doesn’t look like I can be
People just seem to always wanna attack me
So I sit down and think about what they did to me
Feeling thoughts of revenge just flowing right through me
Now I seek the Lord to put it all behind
Before this person of mine just explodes in time
I can’t unwind
Feelings that just cloud my mind
They cloud the line
Things are just a waste of time
I can’t define
Looking for that one true sign
A purpose in life is what I need to find
You think you know who I am
But you are sadly blind
Always jumping to conclusions
Is ignorance at its prime
Get over yourself
Because your not even worth my time
I will show you what I think
With this stone heart of mine

later

=========OPTIMUS

[uchiha]

Desolate Soul

Absence of heart
Ignorance of mind
Emotion without feeling
Eyes that are blind
I won't lay a hand on you
Or commit a single act of violence
Instead I’ll achieve twice the power of weapons
With my words
And then your silence
This is for every pride you’ve ever scorn
For every heart you’ve ever torn
For every mind you’ve ever scarred
For every dream you’ve ever barred
For every single one like me
For every word filled with insincerity
For each precious moment you stole from my mind
For the way you just left
Left me behind
For every tear you’ve made me cry
For the past I simply can’t rewind
For thousands of secrets
For hundreds of lies
For a world cold and empty
For dark gray skies
For the pain of rejection
For the fear of solitude
But most of all
For millions of others
Just like you

[raidin]

some Poems I've done

Title: Lament

Down slides the burning liquid to dilute my memories.
The now invisible hand pours yet another comforting shot to which it follows the previous. Invisible hands keep refilling the glass until I cannot lift the glass anymore. Floating on the edge of consciousness I feel warm, comforting hands lift me and walk me away from the long polished table and out in to the night. People pass by in haze in which there is no clearing, everyday people rushing to and fro for reasons which I’ll never know. The hands carry me to my forlorn apartment and open my door, Walking through and laying me down in my bed. The blanket falls atop my body and I look up at the blurry figure who had guided me. I smile and nod my head. It reaches down and it’s hand grips my neck pulling ever so gently and I feel myself free for the first time ever . The door opens and it leads the way. I look back at the cooling body in the bed and turn back, walking into the darkness.


Long Past Due

Warm lips met mine as I kissed her. Time seemed non existent as my lips caressed hers. Her body heat set fire to my own, my spine seemingly tingling with pure electricity. My lips parted and I desired entrance. Granted, our tongues met and danced with each other for what seemed eternity. Finally you free yourself and gasp for breath, staring into my eyes with a fiery look.
“That was long past due..” You say.
“hmmm I think I short changed you though..” I say
I lean forward and lock our lips again this time our bodies falling to the mattress…



Lovely Madness

It burns you know.
This love I have for you.
Every time my eyes fall upon your beautiful face it sets my spirit on fire.
Every time we lay together my thirst is never quenched
Every time you leave I breakdown….
Every time.


(Me and my very talented poet freind both came up with this one)

My True North

My Life is nothing compared to yours.
The stars are your map and the moon your light.
Just keep passing and forget this night
Running without care
I dare grasp hold of the future by the tail uncaring of the consequences.
When lost in my mind the moon gone and all stars too dimmed.
You, my true north will always lead home…

[GaaraOfTheDesert]

i have walked the earth
in search for your love so pure
but there was nothing of worth
nor for my pain a cure


in agonizing periods
the thought of being with you
made me forget all hatreds
and you became my only clue


when i finally found your love
nothing could take you away
nor any power from above
in words no man could ever say


in eternity fading
my darling, my angel
my everything
i love you so much



don't have a title :amuse

[ninamori]

Uchiha, I love your poetry!

Killer

With cold heartless eyes
The children sneer
As she cries in a corner
Her mind in shambles

Watch as they tear at it
Watch as you ignore her pain
Watch as the children tear her soul
Watch it fall to the ground, forgotten

She clutches herself tightly
Never letting go…
She won’t lose herself in this hell
Look what you did. You killer

Ignore it.
Ignore the tears
Ignore the cries for help
Ignore her.

Pain. You don’t care.
Helpless. You don’t see.
Lonely. You don’t understand.
Afraid. You don’t know.

Never knowing
You just killed her
You watch as the children’s words
Cut her like a knife.

As she holds a razor blade
A glint in her eye
You don’t catch it
You walk away.

Always ignore it
The children tear at it
You watch it break apart
And yet do nothing

But tomorrow you will see
You can never ignore this
You killer…
Are the cause of her suicide.

I wrote this two days ago (I think) for my friend Ariel. *nods*

There's another poetry-type thread, We Are In Love With Words, it's really good because you can have posts just for reviewing somebody's work.

[parker pyne]

**Warning: you may lose several IQ points by reading this poem.**

Once a monkey ran up a tree,
To discover the wonder that he could see.
He climbed a branch, but then fell off,
His leg was hurt! He started to cough!

Oh noes, poor monkey, he was all alone.
All he could do was to sit and moan.
"Curiousity is a painful thing,
I can't move my legs, I can't even sing!" for some unknown reason

An ant stop and looked,
intrigued by the sight.
An injured monkey!
Staring at the stars of night!

The ant had a good memory,
she could remember,
That the monkey had squished
Her niece named Amber!

"I must have my revenge,"
the deformed ant sneered.
She got up and bit him
In the monkey's big rear!

The monkey jumped up
screaming in pain!
But he also noticed
that he could walk again!

He looked at the ground
and thanked the confused ant
The ant was FURIOUS!
She started to rant!

But, that's just another tedious story we wont go into.

The End

[Candy-chan]

I made this poems last month... there not that good, ehemmm here it goes

Me and you...

You hold my hand I see you cry
tears fall from side to side,
you left me out all alone
and now im so cold,
i see you smile when you see my face
but now you cant because you left
when you kissed me I felt your tear
that ran down your cheak,
you huged me tight like i was going to die,
now im going to cry because i feel like theres no
more time...
Now i regret all those times that i made you cry,please
forgive me because i still feel you deep down inside.


Friends

Its hard to know
you dont have
friends but when
you do you cant
live without them.

We call each other
like every hour,
we share tears
of sadness and fears,
we care about each other
like there was no other.

And when they all leave
its really hard to believe...

[qwerty_5]

Midnight strikes a moonless night
No witnesses in sight
Sirens ring, dark pierced by light
Handcuffs wring round him tight…

Jerked up once more as darkness falls
Same nightmare burns his mind
They point to him the evidence, all
The truth they could not find

The world he yearns and he they
Condemned by loved ones too
Framed by one, he took the bait
Found next to bodies few

The perfect build, the scene of crime
The weapon found at home
He, himself, found at the time
And at the scene alone

Guilty was the verdict reached
Four , first degree
And for a law he didn’t breach
He’ll never be set free

Yet now the ’s in chains
And the guilty’s still out there
This harsh reality still remains
That this is no nightmare

[GaaraOfTheDesert]

2 poems in dutch:

ik kijk je in de ogen,
helemaal ingetogen
ik spreek je aan,
gedachten als een orkaan

je gunt me een blik,
waardoor ik even stik
je praat tegen mij,
zo heel nabij

een glimlach zo zacht,
compleet in je macht
die ogen zo puur,
als een brandend vuur

-------------------------------------------

heel de wereld heb ik afgezocht
naar deze zuivere hartstocht

dan viel je voor mijn voeten
alsof we juist ontmoeten

gebonden en sprakeloos
lijkt dit wel eindeloos

en mijn hart verlangt
dat jij mij ontvangt

de tijd is vaag
zie me graag



again, no titles :D

[naruto9007]

I hate your filthy guts
You make me want to vomit
Die away from me

[DarkbroodShinobi]

oh.. thats reaaly creativ of you.. anyway, here is one of my poems:
Blood is stainin
concrete so dark
the sound of bullets
finding their mark

the scent of death
fear and cold
ashes and smoke
from the guns you hold

soon the night will pass away
the reaper collects his souls
a red sun rises
your life has met its goal

now alone
the last man stands
and only now you notice
the blood on your hands

[EMPRA]

Body nor mind, neither Soul
Body nor mind, neither Soul,
awoke the hunger, lust
from unknown plane, embraced
gladly by wet, succulent lips,
teeth ground sweetly,
'tween themselves, sliced
tongue awakened scarlet life,
inside seeping lips drank, deeply
of the soulful wound,
forbidden juice of living fruit
trickled down, touching soul
gasping more, lips were licked
once more as eyes were laid
upon the gleaming moonlight,
shining onto nubile virgin flesh,
in brooding tower, freedom
flew through open window,
lusting, elixir needed, glistening white
sank into tart, pulsing flesh and sacred river,
soul corrupted through deep, scarlet pleasure
enraptured virgin, drank too from pitcher of night,
gazed deeply into dark, captured by silence,
laid soflty back on cushion, satisfaction
left the window through archtypical fluttering drapes,
violet colour, lined with scarlet velvet,
waving over defined, sleek silhouette,
departing, licking lips for thrice,
tasting soul, body, life, crimson flavour,
fresh from creator, imbued in warmth,
nubile woman felt her taut, open skin,
licked the freshness of her wound through touch,
lapping up her life, corrupt soul now,
pleasureseeker for all eternity, left
the scarlet velvet lining, hunger from neither body,
nor mind,
nor Soul.

[DarkbroodShinobi]

thatrs a keeper.. a little long though

[Exerzet]

Here is some of the poems I wrote today
PS. both poems are copyrighted.

The first I wrote today:
The Shadow

Shadows..
Eternal darkness,
always on the run.
Chased by the light.
Picked on,
destroyed by the light.

No, not destroyed,
Just thrown away.
The outcast,
the different,
the peaceful and quiet.
The one silently watching the light play.

I am a shadow....


Second One:
The Moon

Shadows..
Eternal darkness,
always on the run.
Chased by the light.
Picked on,
destroyed by the light.

No, not destroyed,
Just thrown away.
The outcast,
the different,
the peaceful and quiet.
The one silently watching the light play.

I am a shadow....

[GaaraOfTheDesert]

Here is some of the poems I wrote today
PS. both poems are copyrighted.

The first I wrote today:
The Shadow

Shadows..
Eternal darkness,
always on the run.
Chased by the light.
Picked on,
destroyed by the light.

No, not destroyed,
Just thrown away.
The outcast,
the different,
the peaceful and quiet.
The one silently watching the light play.

I am a shadow....


Second One:
The Moon

Shadows..
Eternal darkness,
always on the run.
Chased by the light.
Picked on,
destroyed by the light.

No, not destroyed,
Just thrown away.
The outcast,
the different,
the peaceful and quiet.
The one silently watching the light play.

I am a shadow....

you are either blind or just too lame to write two different poems

j/k :loool :laugh

[Urami]

Tiny fragments I write and keep in a notebook, they ain't that good ._.

"Soulmate"

"Though you're gone, so far away and for so long,
Through the ages I still hold on.
I carry you deep in the back of my mind,
A distant memory lost in time."

"Confidence"

"You can't break my spirit;
You won't bring me down,
There is nothing you can do.
I am eternal in my own mind.
So try to destroy me,
You'll never succeed...
My soul is inmortal
As I live and breathe."

"Angel"

"Wings as white and pure as snow,
Wrapped around with warming glow,
Wipe the tears off your cheek
And on my shoulder you can sleep."

[chokeonyourspityoufreak]

Something i just threw up. BTW, its Copyrighted!! :wink
Step by step
Day by day
Life is changing
Rearranging
Life goes on;
Life goes on. . .

Life was simple
As could be
I was free
To be me
To be free. . .

But as is said
Things do change
And I can’t be
The one who you
Dreamt I’d be;
That dream’s now gone. . .

I lost myself
In the crowd
My conscious wrapped
In a cloud
Trying to fit in

The years pass by;
The years pass by
My broken heart
Keeps asking why
It’s still alone
Battered and torn. . .

If but one thing
I have learned
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you

But my broken heart
Can’t go on
I need you by my side
I need your love
To mend my heart
And stay by me tonight.

[Exerzet]

Devoted to Lunasakuramoon
Rainbow

A rainbow
Just a bautiful rainbow

You are like the rainbow
Full of life and bauty

Mystical

You make the word look happy
Filling the peoples heats With joy

You appear after bad weather
Making the soroundings
Look colorful

Bringing change into a rather dull day
Like a good
Long time friende

Spreading across the sky
Looking down on us
Like an honorable queen
Making sure her people are okay

And when you are done watching
You disappear…

But we always know,
Deep in our hearts
That you will come back
The next time tings look grey and hopeless...

~ Hans Martin
A.K.A ~ Exerzet

[netorie]

Net have poem.
Cries from Earth

Quietly sobbing...
cries from earth
i hear them everyday...
when the trees sway...
the leaves rustle
Cries from earth
u hear them too.
When the rain is Pounding.
When the waves
crash against the rocks
or maybe its when...
a calm wind blows...
you can hear them...
cries from earth.

[occasionalutopia]

Exerzet and netorie, I've split your posts from the Poetry Arena thread (http://forums.narutofan.com/showthread.php?t=18332) to this one. The Poetry Arena thread is meant for poetry "battles", if you'd just like to display your poetry, it belongs in this thread. I've edited the titles of both poetry threads to better reflect the differences - hopefully there won't be any more confusion.

Just so this isn't a semi-worthless moderator-obligated post:

Sun-smoke

Sun-smoke sits on her.
She walks, humble and far below the clouds
sparing a moment of minor agony
for the fat of the land
that is her.

That is her,
She talks, never on par with the crowds
most of her thoughts are larceny
from the cap of a man
as ever.

Stun-soaked in a present,
(The Present of all presents,
the Now of the nows)
her essences of remembrance
(Her "hows" reaping "wows")
bless her with false epiphanies.

Her lying eyes ███ passing rain phantoms.
(Not naked and dry, better clothed in wet)
She's ashamed of her new anthem.
Sun-smoke spits on her.

Inspired by a best friend. Written so long ago I don't remember much else about it.

[netorie]

oh...okay! :sweatdrop thank u!^ :amuse

[Nishtiman]

- - -
just something that struck me during a lesson. enjoy!
- - -

The Beauty of Art.
The Beauty of Death.
The Beauty of Eternity.
The Beauty of Hero.

A Shinobis life;
A heart without feelings,
A heart cold as ice,
A heart that does not allow you to weep
when the most precious one to you dies.

Thus, feelings make you stronger,
Thus, if you weep and want to kill the one,
Thus, you will succeed.

A Shinobis life isn’t easy,
A Shinobis life is a heros life.

[PsycheAcheronos]

Well I'm not much of a poet, but here's a little psychological piece from me.

Their Silence's Call

They All Have Felt It,
They All Have Heard It.
They All Have Dreamt Of It,
And Longed Deeply For It.

Their Voices Tell Of It,
Their Shadows Have Mocked It,
Their Mysteries Veiled It,
While Their Demons Stalked It.

Their Skeletons Rattled,
In Their Shadow's Recesses.
Their Hearts Cried In Pain,
Wounded From Stresses.
Their Hopes Have All Faded,
Their Passions Abated.

Their Cystal Prison, Deep,
True Silence, Within

Please tell me what you think of it.

[jkingler]

Hey all. Just dropping in to let you know the fabulous Moe already has a thread up for songs and poetry...but mostly songs!

If you wanna have a look, just go to the In Love with Words link in my profile.

Post here or there or anywhere, just keep up the writing :D.

[onlinedevil]

Here are my 2 poems. The first called realize, the second called reality, together they are 'REALIZE REALITY'
These poems are meant to be based on the word 'Harmony'
"REALIZE"

Beyond the dark seas and skies,
In the weary night,
The wind wanders aimlessly,
The rain falls powerlessly.

When the wind blows like a blade,
The rain falls like tough blocks,
What is the most precious thing?
The thing that you have to protect?

Loneliness that’s inside the heart,
Avoiding silence sorrowfully,
The heart that seeks harmony,
Holds the happiness of the world.

A sad light shine,
Being the wing that cuts darkness,
There…
You see the eternal white light.

When the golden sphere rises,
The overpowering light,
Lets you see the reflecting surface,
While seven colours grow bright.

A beautiful dawn and a pure heart,
With the great power of nature,
Gently and peacefully,
Living with fortitude.

Is there a land as peaceful as this?
A land without any conflicts,
Is it some land that no one can reach?
Maybe…
The land that only exists in someone’s heart.


"REALITY"

The birth of silence,
Wanting to cry, wanting to run,
Without any state or shape,
Begins to grow, begins to form.

Within the darkness,
There exists no light.
It's okay to be lost,
So begin to walk.

Through the violent rain of blood,
Through the dim red moonlight,
Lies mountains of sharpened blades,
Ready to attack even if you’re not.

When you think you see the truth,
When you think you reached the end,
Then maybe you should think again,
Again until you understand.

'Show me the way.' Is that what you say?
Follow the path that'll never obey.
To become is not to regret,
Lead yourself to where you belong.

Waking from the unfinished dream,
You find yourself in reality,
But where do you end up,
When you wake from reality?

When your eyes are burning,
When your tears are boiling,
Open wide your eyes,
And create the desire to battle on.

Though death will call,
Memories will live on.
Though memories will fade,
History will carry on.

Though history may not be true,
Believe in its existence,
Until the end of time,
Once again, begin to walk.

Convert your anger into kindness,
Turn your uniqueness into strength,
Transform your hate into power,
Change your love into determination.

From the look of nothingness,
From the feel of emptiness,
None will ever see reality,
But…

When you understand,
To gain, you must give.
When you believe,
Fate is not destined.

When you realize,
The truth was never there.
Then maybe, only maybe,
Will you reach true harmony.


BY TOD-The Online Devil
STRICYLY: COPYRIGHT

[Jagarus]

First timer here, Be nice ^^
I based this one off the idea that both Naruto and Garaa were each speaking, but not to eachother, just their own personal thoughts flowing.

Brothers of Fire and Wind

There's a monster living inside of me.
Every day I seek my purpose...
And every night I am more lonely.
You think you might know me...
But truely, you never will...
Not until you walk through "that" hell.
Every soul I see.. that looks at me..
They're all the same.. their eyes so cold..
I know everyone hates me.. they make me angry..
Because of "that" sealed from within..
But I'll protect them.. weather it's one or a hundred!
Each of them are Family.
Each of them are Siblings.
I'll Fight for my family!
I'll defend my siblings.
Because.. that is my dream.

Each line as Follows
Naruto/Gaara
Naruto
Gaara
Naruto
Gaara
Naruto/Garaa
Gaara
Naruto
Gaara
Naruto
Naruto/Gaara
Naruto
Gaara
Naruto
Gaara
Naruto/Gaara

The poem is Copy Righted, Plz do not steal it :cool

[Jagarus]

wow.. talk about a demoralizer.. not one reply, good or bad to my poem, :cussing Oh well easy come easy go :) Ill post again if i ever get the inspiration

[Keramachi]

This is my war poem.

Through the fog of war

Through the fog of war, I see
a world bitterly contested,
soldiers dead and disillusioned
While those who give orders
stand by as their troops
march to fight a war of blame.

The war, a child of the ethereal fog
between lies and rationalizations
talking of liberty, freedom, honor.
None of these are borne of war
there is instead malice, contempt, death.
I find only them through the fog of war.

Squabbling, as children do, the rulers
cast blame and insults
while responsibility remains unclaimed.
Nobody wants to accept the dead
only the heroes, jubilant and victorious
emerging from the fog of war.

Deep in the fog of war
there lies a country
causing and enduring peril.
One nation,
clearly divided,
from sea to shining sea.

[Jay.]

The poems that I write aren't very long so i'll give you a few of them. (some of these were written in grade 5 and up)

A Proud Soldier I like being me

As I set A medallion, I don't know why,
on my great grandfather grave, everybody stares,
it's a token of thanks, when I take off my clothes,
for the things that he made, and dance down the stairs,
and as i remember, or when I stick carrots,
him wanting to fight, in both of my ears,
for peace more than land, and dye my hair green
he knew it was right and go shopping at Sears,
I like who I am,
I be who I be,
but who do I like being?
I like being me.

Thanks for listening,
Jay.

[Jay.]

Hey Keramachi, I appreciate you writing a poem about war, it's a very personal subject to me, I just wanted to say thanks for writing it, it means alot to me.

[mow]

And my pencil tumbled
crashed to the ground
for on the manuscript
my drink, it has spilled

carelessly soiling
a masterful indite
years of inhibited
scars which, you have pened

curse you crapulence
for you made me sin
damn my frantic, senseless dreads
my errors, I cannot amend

For your mum scripture
curbed partial sketches
of splintered hearts
housed wrangles of dustups
you never dared voice
and hopeful, yet broken darts

browsing through
those soaked pages,
wonder what I’ll read next
My unable mind
Attempts to decipher
Unreadable text

And I am appalled at what I perceived
My last pints of persevered strength
Only allow my quivering hands
to incline against the shelf
My past and present lack of conviction
Has caused such ruefulness,
brought upon your demise
I wish to erase myself

What have I done?
Pushed you towards your fall
And you weren’t even mighty
so please, pass me that gun
poison, knife, any form of self-release
any manner to repent to thee

[Zerkreaper]

The Thing You See
In Me
Is Not Reality

[Hangatýr]

Guess I'll post some of my crap here too... Laugh and I cut of your balls, kthxbai ^^

To have a single shimmer of light, in a realm of darkness.. Such bliss is truly special, even when the darkness lessens. To find a white feather between dark wings is all that's needed to live, to breathe, to find your own piece of heaven...
-----------------------------------------
Everlasting Night and Day.. An eternal struggle between Light and Darkness.. Forever intwined..
-----------------------------------------
Looking at the balance, to stay or to leave, what a dilemma, what a choise...

Yeah, I know.... Short, crappy, cliché, now shut up, j00.... xP

[NekkiBasara]

i thought the 200iq poems were pointless and pretty bad except the fairy tale one....i thought that one even though it was vulgar was actually pretty good....i liked how he just switched from the cinderella rhyming into becoming a beast and meeting belle...that was an interesting twist....it was unique and unusual....and pretty entertaining.....i also liked the naruto one that mike wrote...that was cool and fit well with the forum....but yeah SOME of you guys are pretty defensive....no offense intended...

[Nybarius]

Here's a poem of mine, it is a vilanelle. Enjoy.

I'll be there to say I told you so.
Even when things work out as you planned;
I'll remind you of what you already know.

You've chosen fields where nothing will grow.
There's no supply for your demand,
I'll be there to say I told you so.

Where wise men walk with fools in tow
Ironists vacation amongst the damned
I'll be there to say I told you so.

All the world's light is but a shadow-show
When bootless thoughts strike up the band,
I'll be there to say I told you so.

When strangers reap all that you sow
And claim credit for your calloused hands
I'll remind you of what you already know.

Beating time to the bad blood's ebb and flow
The ostrich buries its head in sand:
I'll be there to say I told you so,
Reminding you of what you already know.

-n

[izumiyavi]

Here's one of mine...

A pair of angels fell that day,
Holding the other in a tight embrace.
Below a tree they silently lay,
As heaven cries, tears of rain.
Their wings torn, now in shreads,
But their eyes held love, devoid of pain.
As red met black, and black met red,
They shared a kiss, sinful, yet chaste.
And the sun appears, shining over them,
They breathed their last, a smile on their face.

Wrote it during my History paper... I haven't written a poem for over a year so I kinda lost touch... >.<;;

[Kakashi_Love]

I like your poems Nybarius and izumiyavi.

[mow]

With your hand in mine
we could've moved mountains
abstracted in endless years of torment
endless years of hatred
and numerous momnets of grief

oh joy, where are you know?
where is your kindered smile
utter those words again
with your sweet assuring voice:
"hope cannot be stolen by a thief"

I still pray for beauty
to thrive upon this hollow land
and for a timid angel
to lend us her hand

Wrote it just now, so it needsit's far share of tweaking. Let me know what you think.

[Dimezanime20]

Wow, this is a freaking coincidence..:D I just joined a poetry club at my school, and this is what I find. I didn't even know Moe was a poet. Oh well, lemme give you guys mines. Don't steal.:P I got 2 for you guys.:D

"Tha Blak Demen"
It is fucking crazy the way that my life goes
Ain't filled with no money and definetly no hoes
I get no respect, they try to break my flow
It breaks my spirit and brings me to a new low
This darkness that I have in my heart and on my face
Has me thinking negative about my own race
If only you knew how many fucking days
This society had tried to give me my place
Then you'd know how messed up it is to be me
A young black boy growing up in the big city
Art is my extacy to escape me from my misery
Combine my sadness with my imagination, and there goes my gallery
In my head I still think that I'm young and innocent
But I stay true to my age by listening to the words of 50 cent
Tha Blak Demen title expresses to me and you who I am
I'm dark black with devil horns like the devil's fam
By the way society treats me, compare my anger to a Ram
I wish to show you my life if everytime I had a cam
Because in conclusion, if I had my own television show
Reality or not, I guarantee that your minds will glow.

"The World I See"
Life is just a game and I'm just a player
I walk through these streets everyday with a prayer
This world is becoming one dangerous place
Soon there will be the destruction of the human race
I'm trying to survive by eaten what I got
Trying to seperate what is true and what is not
There are some crazy days that I wish I can kill myself
But what keeps me alive is that I still believe in myself
I ain't handsome and therefore they keep laughing at me
I try to fight back, but they bring me back down like a seed
But one day they'll know that my face is changing
Changing into a man with the pride of a gentlemen
My words and my drawings escapes me from life
I can easily come back with the count of five
Hollywood is fake with its fame and riches
How it hypnotizes and turns people into their bitches
Safe sex, casual sex, oral sex, it's still sex
But why do virgins think their first is the best?
Cause they seen it on tv and they really wanna do it
And the excitement and the joyment of first getting to hit it
This is the world I see everyday through my eyes
But will this world kill be before I get to say my "goodbyes"?

[mow]

Our demons were riviting with Joy
basking in our self-denial
oh no
oh no
oh no
We need a grinning face
We need a calming word
but beware the friendly stranger
for he awaits you fall
with such illuminating anticipation

Dear love
why are we tested
with such great tribulation?

again, written on a whim, cant get myself to finish them =/

[jkingler]

Murder, Murder
Everywhere
But never
Time to think

If people thought
After they'd killed
They'd never
Ever sleep

Just a war inspired poem. Saw Kingdom of Heaven last night, and it's been on my mind.

[Zaby]

Uh.... just something...

Doll House Doll

A twisted smile
A sincere smile
An angel in the eyes of many,
A broken child within herself,
She trust’s no one
But listens to them all
Unknown to herself;
Confused and hopeless in this big wide world
She carries the weight of the world,
And no one looks twice at her.
The world is her doll house,
Only she is the doll
Being played around with a hopeless mind,
A twisted smile
A sincere mind
Unknown as to what goes on.


Urm.. if people think this is ok, or maybe if not, i'll post something else.

[Kakashi_Love]

Moe, you are very talented. Do you write lyrics for a living??? Zaby, your poem rocks!!!

[mow]

Moe, you are very talented. Do you write lyrics for a living??? Zaby, your poem rocks!!!

ayah ^.^" thank you. I write poetry and song lyrics. Most of my songs are written so that hopefully in the future, I can record some of them. You can find most of my lyrics here (http://forums.narutofan.com/showthread.php?t=15672).

thanks again for the comments, they really mean alot :smile-big

Zaby; that was a wonderful piece, so very emotional. I look forward to reading more ^.^

[Voynich]

Short one inspired by the moment.

"nope" you say, when you think "yeah"
"yeah" you say, when you think "sod off"
"sod off" I say, when I think "Hold me please"

Can ya call it poetry? I don't know...

[mow]

Yes, I call it poetry. It's short, yet riviting with emotions. We cant ask for more now can we? :amuse

[LightningElemental]

Here's two of mine. I have a forum for poetry/writing/art called eXpressions (http://www.cqexpressions.com/) that you're all more than welcome to join. I don't have many members yet besides family. :amuse Oh, and a warning about the second poem - there's probably a reason why I shouldn't be allowed Nestlé Crunch bars on Valentine's Day. My mom and I are planning to turn it into a children's book, with her illustrating and me coming up with a few more verses. XD


Silent Cacophany
© 2004 Jennifer Bullentini

silent cacophony
raving cockatoos behind curved glass
blessed mute button

- - -

The things that go "fweee" in the night
© 2005 Jennifer Bullentini

The things that go "fweee" in the night
There's plenty of things that go bump in the night
Those all are quite scary; they all give a fright
There's demons and phantoms and dust bunnies - squee!
But none quite so mighty as those that go "fweee"

So beware when you tuck yourself into your bed
Lest things that go "fweee" get stuck in your head!
Arm yourself with teddies - they'll put up a fight
Against all the things that go "fweee" in the night

[Zaby]

Thanks for the compliments on mine.
Maho... short, sweet and packed. Not sure if you'll get what i mean.
LightningElemental- didn't quite get the first one, maybe thats just me. The second one is great.. it would be perfect for a childerns book!

uh.. another one by me (sorry if it has bad spelling)

A Tear on my Teenage Skin

Minute by minute
I watch each moment pass
But now I wish for something calm
To fall into a place I call my sleep
To explore the place I call my dreams.
My restless soul looks deep into my heart.
The blissful silence of my angered mind
I feel nothing but the world around me.
A tear on my teenage skin
It says so much than my lying smile.
But every step I take, is one that I choose
Is it really my choice...?
Or a choice I’ve been pushed to?
Every teardrop is for a reason
What hope is there in my wounded heart?
For every minute and every step
Leads to something be it new or not.
But the tears on my teenage skin
Are all the same
and shake my teenage soul.
Can I be saved is what can be asked
Do I want to be saved is another?
For the tears run deep into me
Into my teenage skin, soul and heart.

Uh..sorry for the deppresing-ness of some of my stuff, my recent ones are more happy, but not as good.

[LightningElemental]

LightningElemental- didn't quite get the first one, maybe thats just me. The second one is great.. it would be perfect for a childerns book!
:D Unless you live with a cockatoo, you might not get the 1st one. I wrote it for my uncle, who has a medium sulfur-crested cockatoo. The poem's kinda playing at watching the birds on tv instead of having a real one screaming in your ear. Thanks for the comments!

Edit: here's another little poem I wrote last year.

Solitary
© 2004 Jennifer Bullentini

immortal black clouds
blow loveless whispers here
beneath a shivering moon
shines a solitary tear

[mow]

written just now, not much though to it. Its raining here, maybe thats why

Oh its that season again
the rain crashing against my
shattered, rotting window frame
it pounds against my soul
like the ounches of a giant
why must I battle him
without a reliant?

Oh its the time again
the leaves tumbling towards
their earthly grave
while the maple tree
mourns their unheralded fate

and the willows they dont sing
and the church bells they dont ring
and with tired eyes
vacant souls
weary minds
and sorrow filled hopes
we slept

[mow]

bmupy

Your banjo playing, such a mournful sound
a distant, warm, yet soggy tone
verbalizing tales of:
hopless affection and unyeilding redemtion

Your voice it weaves a persistant threnody
spellbinding us all, capturing our wills
sealign up our eyelids
and drifting us to sleep

These cautionary notes like ice shards they do
not aim to to cut our skin. Rather; to prick and remind us
Not to stray of the drawn path, to remain in our modest boots
and as we observe how the frost around us settled
we studied our hateful worngful ways
and our egoistic, dastardly thoughs

This flourishing cold,
can chill your soul,
But I never fear it, no I shall not.

For the joyful sun can save.

and forth, a fire burnt in our hearts!
it crackled, it lit! It brought tears to our eyes
It steered our dreary minds towards refuge
even thought we were entangled in a
thick, meancing mist

it's graceful hand drew upon aour face a smile
a weary, jaded smile
but all in all, at least we smiled
we chuckled, we grinned, our souls were free
it made us climb immensly dark mountians
and they became merely a few miles

so it was established:
the sun can save, and so can the fire
an attentative word of wisdom, a sound tale of advice

and for an instance, we were safe inside these cloaks
we shut our eyes, and deserted our pain
and little birds flew and rested on our heads

but a knock on the door it came
and a flood of memories crushed through our homes
bittersweet memory of tangible thoughts
Provoking the reason our happiness was lost
and tormented voice it yelped
Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!
Revenge for taking what wasn't yours

[DyersEve]

bmupy

Your banjo playing, such a mournful sound
a distant, warm, yet soggy tone
verbalizing tales of:
hopless affection and unyeilding redemtion

Your voice it weaves a persistant threnody
spellbinding us all, capturing our wills
sealign up our eyelids
and drifting us to sleep

These cautionary notes like ice shards they do
not aim to to cut our skin. Rather; to prick and remind us
Not to stray of the drawn path, to remain in our modest boots
and as we observe how the frost around us settled
we studied our hateful worngful ways
and our egoistic, dastardly thoughs

This flourishing cold,
can chill your soul,
But I never fear it, no I shall not.

For the joyful sun can save.

and forth, a fire burnt in our hearts!
it crackled, it lit! It brought tears to our eyes
It steered our dreary minds towards refuge
even thought we were entangled in a
thick, meancing mist

it's graceful hand drew upon aour face a smile
a weary, jaded smile
but all in all, at least we smiled
we chuckled, we grinned, our souls were free
it made us climb immensly dark mountians
and they became merely a few miles

so it was established:
the sun can save, and so can the fire
an attentative word of wisdom, a sound tale of advice

and for an instance, we were safe inside these cloaks
we shut our eyes, and deserted our pain
and little birds flew and rested on our heads

but a knock on the door it came
and a flood of memories crushed through our homes
bittersweet memory of tangible thoughts
Provoking the reason our happiness was lost
and tormented voice it yelped
Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!
Revenge for taking what wasn't yours

an excellent poem, moe.

here's one i wrote in school:

The sun is shining,
And the birds are all singing.
Stupid freaking birds.

meh. alas, i don't have anything that's serious to bring forth right now. :sweatdrop but i'll write something sometime and post it here, for sure.

[LightningElemental]

an excellent poem, moe.

here's one i wrote in school:

The sun is shining,
And the birds are all singing.
Stupid freaking birds.

meh. alas, i don't have anything that's serious to bring forth right now. :sweatdrop but i'll write something sometime and post it here, for sure.
:rofl

I like your non-serious poetry so far. That's kinda the way I like to write, too.

[DyersEve]

i'm glad you liked it, dude! :amuse

[LightningElemental]

I really should add one of those "I'm a girl!!!11shift1" lines to my sig, huh? :D

Oh, and so I'm not off-topic, a poem I wrote using Issa, a Fridge Poetry app for Macs (as far as I know, could be on other platforms):

sparks of fury
die at dawn
a broken shard
forgotten ache
lost in this
happy moment

[jungwah8]

Wow, you guys are good. Talent everywhere :)
Here's something I made in January for school. It's about the tsunami that hit Indonesia.

Breathe On

A huge wave towers over them.
People scream and run away.
Fear engulfs them.

Feet dodge small and large obstacles.
“Must not fall” repeats over and over
They can not stumble.

Hearts beat faster than ever.
Death enters all thoughts,
But hope enters too.

Eleven lands, one after another
Deaths are too many to count,
But there are those who breathe on.

[monk3]

On the day I will always remember,
Occurred last year, on a weekend in September.
The sky was clear that interesting day,
When me and my friends decided to ride away.

4 miles and one-half was the length one way,
to the place where we would go for that day.
Pedal and pedal did we go on the bikes,
Since it was much easier than going on our feet to hike.
“Downers Grove!” We shouted forth as we kept on riding.
To a shop that sold cards of our liking.

We arrived there with not much trouble.
Crossing 55th and other streets and over some rubble.
Top Decks the sign said with brilliant appeal,
A place where nerds gathered but didn’t steal.

We bought the things that we needed most
Without much trouble we decided to coast.
Down the many hills we went,
The hills that we had to ascend, pant, and lament.

As we crossed the street, to go nearer to town,
The thing that I cannot forget would happen right about now(n).
A curb that was not constructed right,
Happened to be in our direction of sight.
We did not see this defection of cement,
So on and on my two friends went.

I was in the back, I observed all.
My first friend slipped, but did not fall.
The first one went down the hill,
But the second one was in for a nasty spill.

He hit the curb, the second friend.
Hit it hard and I could not give help that I could lend.
He did not see this defection for he did not notice.
When the first friend hit it and slipped almost unnoticed.
He hit it hard, my second buddy.
And he went flying, I bet it felt cruddy.

I stopped right there and helped him up
I couldn’t help myself from laughing seeing him fly like a cup.
Sailing through the air like a cup when it is thrown,
He landed on his back, wanting me to help him home.

We caught up to my friend, showing him the scars,
Of the incident that left his skin drip blood on the street tar.
We searched for an office that would sell band-aids and gauze.
So that the pain of it would not feel like claws.

We taped him up so he wouldn’t bleed,
And then friend #1 had to lead,
His own path home because he had to go,
Which left me and my friend on a slow path heading home.

We made it back without other trouble,
Crossing more sidewalks, streets, and rubble.
To my home we went, with on a humorous note,
To the end of a journey that we had to vote,
That we would remember this day, for as long as we lived,
Seeing my friend flip, and getting many cuts and skids.

[shikon]

i wrote these two quite a while ago... Shadow was inspired by a naruto fanfic and my own feelings, while Sorry was based entirely on my emotions...

Shadow
What used to be so important
Can so easily be forgotten
It's the same...how he treats her
After all... she's only a shadow

She speaks... yet he hears nothing
But she learned not to care...
After all... she's only a shadow.

He's only playing pretend.
He doesn't see that single tear slide down her face
Walk Away...
After all... she's only a shadow...

She tries so hard...
Notice Her.
He walks by, demonstrating his already chosen answer.
Push Her Aside.
After all... she's only a shadow.

It's a routine...
Never-ending cycle
But finally she's playing her part.
Perhaps she's scared to lose again.
Or maybe she's just too tired to go on.
She's playing her part... staying behind... walking away...
Because...
She's only a shadow.

Sorry
If I had just one more chance
I would apologise to you.
For all the times I hurt you,
For all the times i decieved you.

I would say sorry...
AS many times you want
'Till you would believe me,
'till you would forgive me

If I had but one regret...
it would be the fact I never told you...
I kept it a secret...
I made you wait too long.

So I'll apologise now...
If it's not too late...
I hope you would forgive me...
I know that you won't.

But I'll say this once...
And I'll say it again...
For all the pain I caused you...
I'm Sorry.

[Sertechaun]

^.. Wow

Both are amazing, Nice. :amazed

[Dark_wolf247]

A Different Kind of Hero:


A different kind of hero,
known only to me
a different kind of hero,
that only I can see

A different kind of hero
held inside my heart
Beginning to describe him
I don't know where to start

A different kind of hero
His story has just begun
Closer to me than a father
To his only son

[mow]

^ simple yet heartfelt ^.^

[Cell]

Okay...mine sucks.....
With eyes as beautiful as the sun itself and hair that matches silk, I am drawn to you.My heart Does backflips when I even see your shadow, I dream of me and you, together.I look at you from my desk, You're skin is as creamy as a peice of milk chocolate.

You're beautiful in every way, Your eyes, your lips, your skin, your hair.I try and tell you how I feel, but words fail me.I guess me and you aren't meant to be...

[mow]

^ I can relate to that. It's simple, but hits a chod in everyon =]


Clatter; We Need Control

We knotted a hundred bedsheets
we plotted our grand elude
awaiting the daylight
to be raped by the night
dubiety broke forth for anticitpaion
as we shared prospective escapade glutted with elation

Meadows to concur
Oceans to despite
our ecstatic plans were once foiled not long ago
these bed posts will previal this time

clatter; we need control
in our state of inebriation
as minds drift sedated

[Batman]

The Batman

Divine from Crimson, taut with cold steele blades
Everbright shine proceeds his firey gaze
Twice to amaze through ocean-steamed haze
Between the droplets; tomorrows will be saved

[shupajames]

I’m afraid to die'
But I don’t want to live
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all
What choice do I have to end this pain.
I’m suffocated in this place.
If I die where would I go?
Is their a heaven?
I’m sure I won’t make it in.
Is their a hell?
If it dose I have front roll tickets for it.
I don’t want to believe in heaven or hell.
It scares me to death.
So i will repent just incase.
And hope the good lord forgives me.
But if I die I just want to sleep.
Like a nice afternoon nap and never wake up.
But when i sleep i still want to feel the cool breeze.
No hell no heaven just peace in my afternoon sleep.
I’m determined not to have another laugh in my life.
No more happiness. Because if i sleep, i wont miss a thing.
But I’m just too weak or maybe a coward.
Maybe just one more day of laugher, breathe the fresh air.
But tomorrow for sure it will be my last.

[mow]

"Is there a hell?
If it does, I have front row tickets for it."

That line really stood out for me. Good work =]. I'll merge it with the Poetry thread.

[monk3]

nice poem.

oh and the original thread is right here http://forums.narutofan.com/showthread.php?t=53025

[mow]

It was a minor place
occupied by legions
of portentous and insignificant others
flaunting their fine attire
boasting in such a charming
sickening domineer

The air was thick with banter
oh how their scent reeked to the heavens

[Jester12]

I live in the darkness
For the gentle wings that embrace all and one
and keeps us in her hold,
for the absolute nothingness left in her wake
as the man, the woman, and the child drift into
quiet lightless night.

I wait in the quiet
The never ending quite of the darkness,
that wraps her hands over my mind
and pulls me to the blink of sleep
as easy as a flame draws a moth to it,
and though it burns the moth the moth continues farther into
the flame.

I drift in a state sleep
tis that sacred place between silence and dreams
that seems to flow into nothingness
as though t’was God’s true realm.
In the hands of sleep
I find true peace and with it peace of mind
within her silky embrace
and never want to stir for the rest of eternity
but lo’ the light of day
that steals the dark away
and with it eternal bliss of
nothingness.

[Yavanna]

Carry Your Cross

one day jesus came to me
he loked at me lovingly and said
"good faithful servant carry for me this twelve foot cross
and i promise you eternity and happiness with me"
i felt my zeal burn like fire for this task
he ascended away leaving me only a 12 foot cross in whose presence i bask
At first i carried it gladly, delighted by this chance
i felt like one of gods angels
carrying thier white-hot lance
but as years passed and i got further in life
the cross got heavier upon my back
but i carried my cross through the black
my faith waivered in my later years
and the cross became more than i could bear
i thought of an idea and thought jesus would understand
i could carry his cross if i cut an inch off here and there
now the cross stood eleven foot nine
it was stll not comfortable for me
i trimmed off a few more inches
and now the cross was eleven foot three
i continued to trim of little bits
so the cross would be easier to carry
and when i died the cross was ten foot ten
my soul acended onto a beautiful prarie
and i saw jesus smileing at me
but as i looked down i saw there was a pit seperating us
i could not jump over or walk around
and so i asked jesus how to get across
he replied, "the answer is simple you see
just lay down you twelve foot cross
and cross over to me."

[Aruka]

.:. what felt so right, is also this wrong .:.

What should I say?
What should I do?

Those glimpse, these sight...
they all felt so good,
but why must it be so wrong?

I tried to ask...
no one answered.
When I came to knock,
the door fell over.

These feelings,
should I keep?
But if I do...
who is there to see me weep?

I tried so hard not to know what's right,
but it seems that I have found the truth in the bad.

Though there's always whose by my side.
It's you I wanted...
Why must I be sad?

Those feelings so hard not to keep.
Those memories, secretly discreet.

As I soon see myself turn over...
I realized: "why must I let this make me stumble?"

The question hung up, no one gave me a clue.
Answers are awaited,
Haunting reminiscence.

The truth may lie,
as though as what the lie's may have said.

It all felt so good once...
but somehow, it felt so wrong.

Now I understand that I must let go.

More so I did... but why can't I keep you away?
I love you; why must all these become so faint?

What's in love that made me go crazy?
Could there have been something I missed?

I long for you kiss,
your love,
the warmth of our tender touch.

Yes, it all so wrong for the others eyes to veer.
But what my heart said I what I said to be true.

~Aruka

[Satsugaite]

I dont kno how to but i kno how to rap lol.

can i rap.

[Eden Prime]

Intrepid Mirage of the Constellation of Requiems, The

By Joshua Carl Mayfield

I’ve arrived at the location I’ve been hearing so much about. I was called here because of my article in the newspaper for my exploration business, “Sebastian Van Bierden’s New Discoveries.” I’m finally here. This place, it’s so beautiful, grass up to my knees, trees well over 75 feet tall, flowers of bright sapphire, and animals making sounds of which I have never heard. Science does not justify this place, science would say that it is impossible for this place to exist. The natives say that this place just appeared in the past week. There is no scientific way that a place like this could grow within that time period. The sun is so much brighter than I’ve ever seen it, the clouds like cotton, and the breeze is lightly scented by the blue flowers that inhabit this field of unexplainable marvel. In all my years of exploring all the world’s most beautiful places, none have ever been like this.

But it can’t be! This cannot be possible. Undocumented plant-life, strange animals never before seen by mankind, and the sun, how can the sun be so different at this place!? This place was not created by god or man. There is no explanation as to why this place where I stand exists. There are no insects here, not one. How can this be a stable environment? How can this place be here? I walk forward through the tall grass until I see a circular area in the center of the field that is bare. In the nucleus of it, is a tombstone. Perfect, maybe this will let me know who cultivated this place. I crouch down in front of it and brush away the vines that are covering the text.

No, no! That’s not possible. There’s no way, is this all a trick? The text on the tombstone says, “Sebastian Van Bierden - 1964-2005 Beloved Husband, Father, Brother, and Son” This is all just some elaborate prank! But who would do this? Who would go through so much trouble to create this place? They are just trying to make me feel guilt for the death of my sweet Katherine, yeah, that’s what this is all about, Katherine. I stand up and yell, “It wasn’t my fault! Do you hear me! It wasn’t my--” Oh my god. It can’t be. She’s standing there, in this field, my Katherine. My baby…my darling, my love, how are you alive? She stands there wearing large ashen sheets that are dancing in the breeze. She’s looking right at me, how, how my love? How is this happening? Is this just some intrepid mirage? It can’t be, I smell her perfume. She begins to walk towards me, tip-toeing like a goddess. My heart pounds and my skin crawls, something’s wrong. Everything about this place is wrong. She’s standing only a foot away from me, looking down at my chest. Tears flood from my eyes and I hold out my arms, “Embrace me, my sweet Katherine.” She doesn’t even look at me, she just starts crying.

“Why? Why, my love, why are you gone? I love you so, and I don’t know how much longer I can live without you…”

“Live with out me?” Katherine, what is this? How are you here? Do you still think that you’re alive? Have you been cultivating this place as a ghost? Katherine, please my love, answer me.

“It’s been five years since that horrible accident…I miss you so much Sebastian. I cry myself to sleep every night thinking of you.”

She walks forward, her body goes right through mine, and she crouches down in front of that tombstone. What is this? She went through me, didn’t even know I was here, she’s acting as if I’m the one that’s….Oh my God…am I…no, I can’t be dead, my business, the natives, the flight here, how could I have talked to them if I’m dead? This doesn’t make sense.

Abruptly, everything goes pitch-black, and everything vanishes, the beautiful paradise, and my darling Katherine. My eyes are swollen from crying. Swiftly, the night sky appears above me, and I’m in another field, one that looks normal, although, it’s still hard to see. As I look at the sky, a halo of huge and bright stars gradually appear.

“Do you understand now, Sebastian?”

Oh my god, the stars are speaking to me… Do I understand what!?

“That you are no longer on Earth. That your most beloved thing you’ve ever known is still alive, and still thinking of you?”

This isn’t possible! Where am I!? Where are the natives!? The field!? And Katherine!?

“They were never here, Sebastian. Katherine, the field, your business, they never existed. I allowed you to stay in your mind until you could find out what happened on your own, but you couldn’t accept it, even as you saw it, you didn’t accept it. Sebastian, you are dead. You died after falling asleep while driving. You drove off of a bridge and hit a semi-truck and your car exploded. Do you remember now?”

That’s right, it’s all coming back to me, Katherine was in the Hospital, and I stayed there until 6am, I stayed all night. “Go home sweetheart. You’ve been by my side all night. Go home and rest, I’ll be perfectly fine.” Katherine, you told me to go home. I listened to you, and I fell asleep…I really am, dead. But who are YOU!? How can you talk to me!? How can any of this be real?

“My son, you’re still skeptical about all of this, aren’t you? I am your father, I am the Constellation of Requiems. I gave you your light, I gave you your Katherine, and I gave you your son, Jeremy. Sebastian, I allowed you to remain in your own mind until you found out the truth, now that you know the truth, you will join my Constellation and you will watch over your family and guide them. I love you my son, it’s time for you to join me.”

My body gets light, and I begin to float into the sky, my body begins to glow, then I’m launched into the night sky. I love you Katherine, with all my heart. I really hope you forgive me for being so reckless, please, keep Jeremy safe my love…keep him…safe…

[Ticking_Clock]

This was from the Medal of Honor: Frontline game but I thought it was worth something to be mentioned here.A C++ Haiku.

void double error

(for int i; i = 9)
i++;
return i;

[shikon]

Oh boy... a poem solely on Naruto-ness... this must be a sign...

-Dance-
Moving closer, step by step
We clumsily dance to this tune.

A brush of skin, short embrace,
Feeling soft flesh; a shudder of sudden warmth.
Close Proximity.

We'll keep moving, step by sstep
Under the full moon,
Your question, my answer
A series of well thought out riddles.

Closer still, we've yet more to go...
Anger flashed in your eyes.
I've said too much; was much too bold.
The sand begins to swirl.
Sneering, you enjoy the blood,
Metalic scent playing with your senses,
Dripping from your bloodstained hands.
Monster.

It's a slow ong now.
I timidly step up.
We move together, hips swaying
ever closer.
Getting bold, I tenderly wrap my arms around your neck
Warmth agains cold, you shudder no more.
Our eyes connect' conflicting emotions.
I smile knowingly.
You are human-
You feel, you want, you understand.
Your hand on my waist.

Step by step, we dance in perfec sync.
You lean closer, eyes glazed; burning hunger.
Our eyes close, your breath on mine, we meet.
sweet symphony.

We keep moving, ever closer
Against deaf melody.
Alluding those who doesnt comprehend
Our intricate game...

We continue to dance.
hm... yea weird i kno. wouldn't let me sleep until i got his written late at night some few weeks ago. Its inspired by a fic on fanfiction.net called How and Why by randomsomeone. Gaara/Sakura.

[Peliqua]

The shifting of your feet on that scruffy shag carpeting
Won't do anything to chase the proverbial elephant from the room
And while your colourless TV screen showcases reporters,
Theyre still not really talking, because like the climbing death toll,
They're not real.
Real is the cat that gently brushes your leg and says in its silent voice
Absolutely nothing
But you in your veil of salty tears
Can act like those glazed eyes are knowing,
Knowing of pain or even emotion, because acting the opposite
Wouldn't make you feel real, it wouldnt make you feel nothing at all
Your desk lamp was never brighter
than on the night you wrote that goodbye,
And when you were gone pencil shavings line the little ruts in the facing
Because that night,
stopping to strop the lead-tip didn't seem so time-consuming
And when you left with a thousand years on your shoulders
and a handful of seconds in your heart,
You feel like maybe you should've signed it in blood
or spilled your tea
or left a mark, like the tears that you wiped from
falling down the inktrails of your last plea
Because then, that'd be real
That'd be left behind
That'd be burned into being, and with your suitcase snapped firmly
In the jaws that I see as your fist, you need a reason to come back
And Im just not good enough anymore.




NOOOOO friggen clue what that is. :O Is it a poem? Prose? Peliqua on crack?

[mow]

Your despariation makes for such a lovely tune,
so lonesome, pensive, yet in a charming shade of blue.

[mow]

Contemplating our compostions
perfecting our desgins
refining them with such a gentle touch

With modest intentions
were failed attmepts to evade entanglment
We never conviced much

shocked we were to comprehened
our efforts merely left dents
our work never would amount for much

Yet remarkably we were restored
healthy in paraniod times

Our souls riveted
for we had no rules to bind us
and so forth we fabricated more masquerades

The notion that we were architects
constructing landscapes for your dreams
placed a shade of pleasure in our hearts that wouldnt fade

[Voynich]

Simple one...I'm not one of the deep thinkers :sweatdrop

Side by side
we walk
or should be
but you linger
stay behind
make me wait
adjust and match
my steps
to yours
we reach home
tired but
side by side

[UtahCrip]

he tried to play me
shit got all crazy
things just wasnt the same
so i ran up on him
then pulled my mac out
and blew out his brains

[Dimezanime20]

My poems are on http://www.freewebs.com/dimezanime/ in the Misc section.

[Baka-san]

~_^

I stare at you all and your fuck lies
I stare at you all fucking your lies
Your secrets are consuming the hate that you breed
Your lies are acting as though you are their seed

NO TRUST, NO TRUST
NO FUCKING TRUST

[mow]

It's the new year and all of that
a million streets beneath the skies
we are problems posing as solutions
random insult genertaors
To hell with all these good intentions
The world loves us and is our bitch
who you know was not a friend
what you've learned wont amend

These are all dead peoples things


Drums and bass,
trumpets and Sonics
Just press edit
Join the lone singer
if you see fit.

these are all dead peoples things

[mow]

Everything is Good Here
...or so I once feebly said
All these rendrations, drifting faces I see
Did we ever ponder these tangebale thoughs?

I shifted my attentionon on our mutual affection, our similiar human forms
Ancient memories hardened in crips tales
taken from simple, yester days
How adored those fleeting moments
How I worshipped your desgin
Time was but a myth, our clocks run sluggishly, we were merely there.

even though the answers are elusive
Why would anyone in their conscious being
riddle themselves with such traitorous rouge queries?

Hand in hand we knocked the door
oppugning all these tactics
Blasphemy we screamed, we constantly screamed
our voices tinted in shades of fright.

Inevitable, that is which was said.

you stood there, right there, this very spot
shivering in short sleeves and a pair of sandals
I doubt I glanced at flip flops quite the same again
With hours till the light was due
long night in which you hastily left

Dear Sophie, I implore you; forgive me
Please comprehend I was an imbecile at the age of twenty
Everything Is not good here
the stars lack your luster, the heavens lack your warth

[cube66]

:)

Streaming lines of solitude
waves of foamy bliss lofting
through each strand of sandy hair
sifting through the ages of my dreams.

Deep into a vortex of love
trying harder everyday to feel
within my restless soul
can't wait too long for forever.

Seeing your eyes is like a mirror
reflecting my soul's aching regret
and sour craving to go back
into youth for the rest of timelessness.

[SkyIron]

I was once alone,
A ryhming world surrounded,
From a boat,
A sea was shredded.

I once lived on a beach,
Bright days,
Cold nights,
Reminds me of my desert.

Parched lips,
Dusty body,
So many travels,
Remind me of you.

Back to the past,
The unsmiling grimace.

So much pain,
So little care.

Out the window,
It seems,
Until one day again,
An oasis re-appears.

[cube66]

here's some poetry of mine that I wrote recently. I'm just curious about your opinions. ^__^

kindred

kindred soul of two
eternally wrapped about

me and you

lingering on through time

a fine line between worlds
held in my confident hands
peacemaker forever

untold

the song of a thousands smiles

spring free from words
past the calamity of________silence
and never forget

the ecstacy

within one's own heart


yesterday Forever

Streaming lines of solitude

and waves of foamy bliss that loft
through each strand of my sandy hair
as I sift though the ages of____________my dreams.

Staring deep into a vortex of love
trying harder everyday to (feel)

within this

restless soul of mine

that timeless____________________whirlwind of_____bliss.

Seeing your eyes is like a mirror
reflecting my soul's lonely sobbing
and cringing itch to return

into youth forever more.

[cube66]

nobody? :sad

[ezxx]

nice poem(very well written), I liked it.

[JAPPO]

I dont really like poems, but I guess yours is alrite. Nice job ;)

[Ticking_Clock]

Poems are nice, especially those that are well written and full of proufound meaning. Yours were well written :)

[yikaln]

i can't write poems & i respect those who can...:thumbs

[mow]

So she stood there,
sporting a ragged brown trench coat
caught in my headlights
the outline of your sultryf rame
entraped me in it's sight
frolicking across the pavement
chasing another full moon
yet another flushed out endeavor
to taste the seed of life
while arms knotted your chest
sheilding yourself
I presumed that you resided in the touch
craved to carve your name upon his heart
a gaze so soft, remote
Its lonesome round these parts,
noticed you brought a good book to read
lips hung low wearly wise
once captiviated by all his lies
you went down so quickly
I vividly recall
the radio statically called for you
sang you such a morbid tune

[mow]

The skyline was gutted, our tears began a flood
as we placed our backs against barrackeds reeking of our blood
breathing was such an unattainable luxury
as you stood furthur and furthur away from me

we stood motionless while everything we orchestrated was being swept away
Weary heads and stretched limbs below a sea of flickering light
this cloud we are on is lonesome; such a morbid sight

and writers pened condescending tales
while architects constructed landscapes from our dreams
as poets pointlessly fabricated plots

We talked shit of pretty sunsets
we built nothing ut of something
Sad sappy suckers we were; caught in a web of his nasty parlor tricks

Our demons revited with joy while our souls quivered in denial
They hissed onto our ears; Revenge: Dial
Awaiting our demise with such gleeful anticipation
Love; why are we tested with such grave tribulation?

You knotted your arms as you kneeled
flowing mascara frozen on your cheek
with such misery in your hazel eyes
shrouded as we were all shot down down like flies

[Spiderluver]

I love the part
in fairy tales
thats very near the end.
When all the kingdom cheers for there
new queen.
And all is well
and all is good
and everyone belongs
And happily they're ever aftering.
But when I enter the
kingdom of dreams to
face the promise
of all I can be.
Well see me as a heroine
Tell me will they
let me in.

[CrazyMoronX]

Poetry sucks, and smells like poo
Poetry sucks, and so do you.

I hate poetry, and you should too
I hate poetry, boo boo BOO!

Listen to my poem, or you will die
Listen to my poem, or I will cry. :crying

Down with poetry, is what I say
Down with poetry, all the way.

Poetry caused World War Two
Poetry killed millions of Jews.

Poetry makes the world fall apart
Poetry makes the world fart.

Poetry makes Fat Albert say 'hey hey hey'
Poetry helped create the K K K.

Down with poetry, down I say
Down with poetry, or I'll kill Aunt May! :mad

[BooYah]

nyahaha..so the drama..i wrote this last yr

so many times i think im alone
so many times i've been hurt
so many times there was nobody
so many times there was no you

I cry by myself,i was in pain
my body,it hurts
my head,it crumbles
my words are bitter

If only u cared
It won't have to be like this

But to think of it
I was the one who seemed to be unfair
I didn't realize
you was always there

I just didn't appreciate
all the love that you gave me
I was being selfish,
but you were always there,by my side
ready to share.

[diglossiablues]

Poetry sucks, and smells like poo
Poetry sucks, and so do you.

I hate poetry, and you should too
I hate poetry, boo boo BOO!

Listen to my poem, or you will die
Listen to my poem, or I will cry. :crying

Down with poetry, is what I say
Down with poetry, all the way.

Poetry caused World War Two
Poetry killed millions of Jews.

Poetry makes the world fall apart
Poetry makes the world fart.

Poetry makes Fat Albert say 'hey hey hey'
Poetry helped create the K K K.

Down with poetry, down I say
Down with poetry, or I'll kill Aunt May! :mad

Fucking genius, man. Where's the nobel-p?

[mow]

So the following is extreme shittness, but nevertheless:-

All these lights are fading
and when it's all swept away
I'll still you recall you the most
while the sun poured through

Dreams from a long lost november
staring a girl with such a rowdy temper
One thing I'll recall the most
I loved her so much through august till december

Oh how that winter's snow
weighted heavily upon your shoulders
love, I felt it too
shifting faces brought you down
chains from previous lovers made you frown

and all I had to offer
was a midnight of peace
yet you turned away
Your star once shining
fell and faded
It was such a morbid day

Winter brings about the most painful memories

[Catatonik]

ED!
Hail ED!
For only through the one true God can we find freedom.

ED!
Praise ED!
Open your eyes to the hope and passion.

ED!
Great ED!
He really fucking hates stupid people.

I mean, really hates stupid people.

ED!

[mow]

So fluid and majestic. Trully ED! inspired :P

[Catatonik]

I write great lyrics, but my on the spot poetry is a little lacking.

>.>

Hail ED!

[blind51de]

*slips on the bad emo poetry*
*falls on face*
*writhes in agony*

[mow]

Which reminds me, it's been a while since you posted any lyrics. That poriton of the dept. has been dead. Im considering starting a lyrics contest, what do you think?

EDIT: Blind!

http://tinypic.com/i78q4l.gif

[Catatonik]

moe, for posting one of my favourite Milholland moments you get more love than ever.

I'm down for a lyrics contest.

Too bad I already wrote the Agnostic Manifesto.

The world spins
My head begins to pulsate with a divine rhythm
I can taste the colours
feel flavours and see the sounds
the sights I hear
speak in tongues lost to the ages

the colours I taste flow from spectrums long gone
around me divinity swirls
faster and rounder
spinning and alternating
time and space invert
I am standing on the cusp of eternity
while matter flows by

My mind clears and the greatness is lost
the divinity is gone
and I have a killer hang-over.

[Lazarus]

I would be kinda mad at Blind for insulting people's poetry, but the sig makes up for it... I think I almost vomited from laughing, if that's possible.

Anyways, I'm trying not to rhyme lately... So here's my feeble effort in that sense:

I don't know why people meditate to reach enlightenment
closed-eyes, trying to pick sparks out of
the darkness
there's trees that make skin of bark and
children that make skin of skin
when they don't know anything yet
peel back the bark and the ants crawl out

ecchhh *gag* It seemed better when I first wrote it...

[Paracetamol Boy]

Folly

They bend my will

in the direction of

a north wind

bowing a weather-poised sapling

and splice my spine

with their rougened hands.

my ego juts as I am sprawled

and self-wizened skin spills young contempt;

a murmur more than averted eyes

as I flick a parry from my frostbitten tongue

with all the vehemence of

a spring

in snow

or the steady browning of ivory sap

beneath the blonde wood.



Gloss Enamel

He is teasing for

that melancholy sweet taint; sprawls

honey on the forked tongue

"Bite," he breathes,

disjointed fingers linger

to hiss over reluctance.

"Bite."

She stares straight ahead

landscape blurred by the urge to blink, drawls

"I won't need a time of salvation."

in that girlish, velvet deadpan.


Abhorred

Sea spits its icy foam

and yet, memory lingers, as

rivulets slithering in the white sand are

veins of life in the glittering salt

for the blood has thinned to pink.

Lying amongst the tools of hate

Your mouths now gape like fish

and the apathetic tides run like tears between your teeth

For bodies that serve the land they love

must perish in the dusts of war,

their overred lips sealed by crimson clots, to

Never sing again their songs of greed.

[/whoring]

Everything Copyright Kori-kun/shadows around us

[CrazyMoronX]

Once again, please here my plea.
Stop writing poetry and take a pee!

Poetry is bad, and poetry is wrong!
Poetry makes fat chicks wear a thong!

Poetry puts hatred among us
Poetry makes Muslims bomb buses!

Poetry stinks, so do not read it
Poetry sucks and smells like cat shit.

Me writting poetry is atrocious
Me writting poetry causes sclerosis!

Do not read my poem today
Do not read it, ever I say.

If you read it, you will faint
If you read it, you'll lose your taint.

Read my poem if you dare
I'll kick you in your pubic hair! :mad

Now this poem makes no sense
But who cares, it's rhymes like sense!

[Bya Bya]

Lost and found

Of all the things
That i have lost,
My heart is what
I miss the most.

Of all the things
That I have found
Theres nothing I
Could use to bind
My mind to something
More profound than
Falling autumn leaves

And, I wrote another one, a joke-poem, but I'm afraid people will get offended.

[CrazyMoronX]

Lost and found

Of all the things
That i have lost,
My heart is what
I miss the most.

Of all the things
That I have found
Theres nothing I
Could use to bind
My mind to something
More profound than
Falling autumn leaves

And, I wrote another one, a joke-poem, but I'm afraid people will get offended.

Post it, nobody even reads this stuff anyway, that's evident from my poems.

I'd like to see it. :thumbs

[Bya Bya]

CMX, OK

A silly joke-poem I wrote for my friend, not meant to offend or anything.

Goth

I'm so depressed, so is my look
White make-up hides my pimples, spook
Even my cat is fully black
Because Im stupid, gothic whack.

I paint my bitten nails all black
My shoes are black, my shirt is black
My oily hair all black, ofcourse
Because I'm silly loser-goth.

I hide at home all day again
Cutting myself alone in vain.
At night I go to visit dead
The cemetery is my shed.

And, after I get sick of that
I'll do some chatting on the net
I'll tell all world how much they suck,
Because I'm ugly gothic ****.

[Lexiefaye]

too much to post here. check it out at: http://community.livejournal.com/lexiepoetry/

Ok. I broke down. I'll post a few. :nuts

So you know ... Passon Puddle is a decorative pond at my former college, Douglass at Rutgers.

My Winter's Tale

I have a pebble in my shoe.
He tells me promises and riddles,
of times before animals and petals
spun the earth like vertical bicycle wheels.

So I arch my back to read to him.
of castles and crystals and candles,
dreaming as only best friends can do,
as we lay on the shores of Passion Puddle.

“Puddle Pebble,” I ask him softly,
“Why did you choose me to play?
There are many other Douglass girls
still willing to believe romantic poetry.”

“But you were the only one,” he cried
With dew drops and icicle tears
“who would wear sandals for me to hide in,
and lie in the winter snow whispering .”

Thus I slowly froze to the arctic soil,
unwilling to part with my friend.
We spoke of soul mates, sages and of children,
pretending the sun would never shine again.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++
I was having a bad day!

Rejection from the Bandanna Man

A guy with a bandanna is passing out advertisements for a new club.

He looks at me ...

not in the eye ...

but with an ambiguous glance at my feet.

And then he passes me by.

His hand remained in a fist on the laminated square of paper.

Apparently, he has a powerful drive to keep holding on.

It was as if he was worried ...

worried that by accident the wind will whip it away

and heaven forbid

I will be be at the end of the blast

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++
Its a bit controversal but thats ok ... I'm refering to the Blue and White flag of Israel.

White and Blue

The land I’ve seen but once means more to me
Than the realm called home today
It is folly to deny these bonds for I am naught
But a figure from your clay

I wish I felt something more than simply numb
To the painful, bloody imagery
These hills my fathers praised, I must avoid
Yet, your everlasting cities call to me

As your immortal soul is ripped apart
I live mundane life quietly
I wear your children’s tired, worn out eyes
But only share my aid and sympathy

Shall I deny my soul to save my soul
Shall I surrender with white to save the blue
They do not understand that you are tightly sown together
They do not understand that I am sown together too.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
You know you've all been there .... And yes I wrote this as it was happening ... Grrrr!

Inheritence

Grandma cannot wait until morning
to check her email
My eyelids have sealed themselves shut
a darkening veil
I have no where else to sleep
I will melt when I'm able
Is the bathtub a more comfortable place
than the dining room table?
She does not realize the imposition
you'd think she'd have more poise
I choose to sleep in the computer room
turning clicks into white noise
I cannot escape the computer
I dream in HTML and Java
Her impatience has become contagious
Her impatience has become my insomnia

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++
And yes, I'm an Archeologist ..... Fluffy was found in Cape May NJ

Fluffy the Dog

As dirt falls away through a metal grid
I found you
A mystery I didn’t realize existed
‘til I found the first clue

A bone
protruding from the corner of your grave
Were you sacrificed for flesh and meat?
Were you dinner or cried over in death?

A skull
You look at me sideways, questioning,
“Why have you disturbed my eternal slumber?
What could you possibly want from my bones?”

“Only answers.”
would be my most respectful response
“I only want to know how you died.
Fluffy, I wish you could tell me the truth”

“Were you hit by a car?
Is that why your spine is unattached?
It is wrapped at the edge
A snake winding away from the rest of you”

“Did you die in childbirth?
Does the second skull we found belong to your son?
I feel your pain in your puppy’s death
More astutely than I feel sympathy in yours.”

“I unearth you to release you
to give you more than buttons as grave goods
I wish to give you a story, make you alive
Only we can imagine you living,

out burying bones like yours.”

[Paracetamol Boy]

CMX, OK

A silly joke-poem I wrote for my friend, not meant to offend or anything.

Goth

I'm so depressed, so is my look
White make-up hides my pimples, spook
Even my cat is fully black
Because Im stupid, gothic whack.

I paint my bitten nails all black
My shoes are black, my shirt is black
My oily hair all black, ofcourse
Because I'm silly loser-goth.

I hide at home all day again
Cutting myself alone in vain.
At night I go to visit dead
The cemetery is my shed.

And, after I get sick of that
I'll do some chatting on the net
I'll tell all world how much they suck,
Because I'm ugly gothic ****.


That has got to be the funniest thing I've read in a long, long while smile-big . I have a soft spot for joke-hate poetry.

I made this metaphorical dump last year when I was slightly buzzed.

Liquid Grace

Steady trickle of galvanised crystal
Elixir bottlenecked to a mortal soul
Immersed in a plethora of unearthly voices
Crescendo
diminuendo
Swell
subside
Folded in arms of smug complacence
Above the elite and
beneath the plebeian
simultaneously I lie.
This warm awakening
Far from the usual midnight rousal of
the dark and bitter, and sickles of winter chill
Words swill freely, witholding their secrets
But oh, I will strip them slowly
As the butterfly in the cyclone's eye
Raptured chaos drifts in the deep orange glow
City lights are heralds of paradise fields
Tilt back my head to watch their song and
join in with a husky laugh
and maybe we will be sober
Tomorrow.

[CrazyMoronX]

CMX, OK

A silly joke-poem I wrote for my friend, not meant to offend or anything.

Goth

I'm so depressed, so is my look
White make-up hides my pimples, spook
Even my cat is fully black
Because Im stupid, gothic whack.

I paint my bitten nails all black
My shoes are black, my shirt is black
My oily hair all black, ofcourse
Because I'm silly loser-goth.

I hide at home all day again
Cutting myself alone in vain.
At night I go to visit dead
The cemetery is my shed.

And, after I get sick of that
I'll do some chatting on the net
I'll tell all world how much they suck,
Because I'm ugly gothic ****.

:amazed That was over the top!! I'm offended! :mad

Actually, a good deal of that holds true for emo kids as well, furthering the evidence that emo is a lesser form of goth.. hmm.. nice poem! :Gaipose

[Bya Bya]

That has got to be the funniest thing I've read in a long, long while smile-big . I have a soft spot for joke-hate poetry.

I made this metaphorical dump last year when I was slightly buzzed.

Liquid Grace

Steady trickle of galvanised crystal
Elixir bottlenecked to a mortal soul
Immersed in a plethora of unearthly voices
Crescendo
diminuendo
Swell
subside
Folded in arms of smug complacence
Above the elite and
beneath the plebeian
simultaneously I lie.
This warm awakening
Far from the usual midnight rousal of
the dark and bitter, and sickles of winter chill
Words swill freely, witholding their secrets
But oh, I will strip them slowly
As the butterfly in the cyclone's eye
Raptured chaos drifts in the deep orange glow
City lights are heralds of paradise fields
Tilt back my head to watch their song and
join in with a husky laugh
and maybe we will be sober
Tomorrow.
Thank you, sis^^ I don't write poetry often, but if I do it's either nostalgic or funny.

I see you like writing poetry, thats good. I especially enjoyed this^ poem, and the last 4 lines of it sound very beautiful.:nuts

EDIT:

That was over the top!! I'm offended!

Actually, a good deal of that holds true for emo kids as well, furthering the evidence that emo is a lesser form of goth.. hmm.. nice poem!
Thanks!! I wrote this poem thinking about Goth stereotypes. But surprisingly they fit EMOs just as well >_> If I ever write one about EMOs I will include: lots of make up, tight pants on guys, whining, suicide notes and probably compare them to transvestites to top the cake. I know...I'm just so cruel and insensitive it already hurts. XD

[Master Scorpion]

Living With Life

Flowers are not always beautiful and
blossomed with grace and majesty
Someday they would wilt and fall

Birds flying and soaring with their mighty
wings
But someday they would land on their feet
on earth in searching for foods

Humans do not always live on glorious and
happy lives sooner they will work hard for
their own sake of life

~Raonel aka LP

[hesd]

The Sands of Time and Ocean of Change

And there the sands lay by the moment,
Carried by winds uplifting and waves rippling.
No sorrow for them, no dull hour, they don’t lament.
They look to the sun; see they shine in pleasant living

The sands are in peace like words of a sonnet.
Content and joyful on where they are,
Brimming with smiles, not a laughter afar.
No death, no weeping, no clattering gauntlet,
For they were placed there by the Water
In this amazing portent.

But one day, a dinosaur set upon the little grains.
They were shoved and wasted, till they shimmer no more,
And the lizard continued to crush their subtle core.
Disheartened they were to relieve their utmost pains,
Unquenchable revolt they felt for these terrible banes.

Why in all seashores we’re here? They go.
While all others drifting along the tranquil flow
Shamelessly denied of the past delight, we are.
And this will leave an eternal, throbbing scar!

The enormous dinosaur, exhausted finally,
Swam into the [ocean] which screamed awfully.
The sands knew, the ocean is now troubled,
For its waters, then still, desperately rambled.

A wind so gentle lofted above the sands
It exclaimed gloriously Oh what beautiful bands!
Not its antiquated position, for they’re in a state anew
The generous wind lifted a handful little crew
Letting them see the revealed wonderful pattern
The dinosaur had left in returning to its monotonous cavern.

It’ not permanence that is consolable, they say,
The pure reason we deny change day by day
But we grow in an uncertain, fluctuating current
That’s why we call Life, an apparent, inexorable torment.

[And now, the ocean, mustering all its strength
Conjured huge waves to fend off the brawny length
And alas! The ocean never really intended
To wash away the garbage; its plight has now ended.]

[Hissatsu]

POETRY!!!!! Well since I'm the kind of weirdo who instead of doing his schoolwork in class, writes poetry, I wanted to know what others thought and maybe read other peoples. Here's my most recent.

The Day My Sky Went Back

The day my sky went black
the shards that remained of my shattered heart fell
in a cascade of sorrow
I stare at this slab of stone in this yard of ended times
why her, why now why not anyone else,
why did this have to end her time
while leaving mine to dwindle like the
sands of the slowest hourglass
As I stand and mourn in my consuming sorrow and grief
the sky opens up and the rain decends upon me and my time of mourning
like the sky is crying with me in my lonely plight
This is what happened on the day the sky went black

Well tell me what you think, and I just wanted to try and write a dark poem for once:amuse, I'm not all sad like that if that's what you're thinking:nuts

[CrazyMoronX]

So you're not emo? That's a relief.

Well, I'm the last guy to hand out poetry criticism. You should check out some of my poems on that whatever poem thread from a long time ago for reference as to why.

It doesn't rhyme, I know poems don't have to rhyme, but I'm a traditional moron, and I just get set off by non-rhyming poems.

Anyway, it's pretty decent, I suppose.

[Hissatsu]

I'm glad that I'm not an emo in your opion, but when my poems ryhme...they suck.

[monk3]

http://forums.narutofan.com/forumdisplay.php?s=&daysprune=-1&f=82

^^konoha bookstore for all your poetry and stuff.

i think its a pretty good poem......its just like i like the poems that rhyme, like Dr. Seuss stuff

[Hissatsu]

Sweet, I didn't think people would like it.

[Lazerous]

Poems suck.. but here's one

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
In Soviet Russia -
POEM WRITES YOU!
- by Yakov Smirnov

[Powerman]

Poems suck.. but here's one

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
In Soviet Russia -
POEM WRITES YOU!
- by Yakov Smirnov


His Poem > Yakov's

[Lazerous]

His Poem > Yakov's
Psh, you guys just can't appreciate good cliche' russian humor.. ahh those silly vodka drinking russians.

Poems are much more interesting when they have good rhymes.. and incorporate jokes from old out of date comedians

[XrangerX]

I liked ur poem cause a lil darkness theme isnt bad at times...

LOL best thing bout ur poem is ur not even *puts away gun* lol :P

Keep writing good poetry

[Hissatsu]

Thanks for the praise, and I thought the Russian poem was great

[XrangerX]

I was bored about 10 min ago just laying in bed looking at the ceiling and came up with a lil sumthing.... Hope u like its only small but meh

Weclome to a world where the air i breath is mine
nothin to overwhelm me and nothin to cloud my mind
Be anyone do anything i ever want to try
Time doesnt exist here, I will never die

lol thats about as far as poems if that classifys goes for me lol

[Hissatsu]

I like it, it's simple, cool and to the point :kthumb

[dragonsblade]

I got a dark poem. Wrote it a few years ago. I forgot the title of it, but it just might be 'The Hand Trembled'... Edit: the lines with 1-3 words are supposed to be part of the above line.

In a world that only exists in the eye
A man knelt on a cold floor with darkness all around, clutching a knife shining with a light unseen
The knife inched forward, sweat beaded on his brow,
The hand trembled
The darkness became more tangible; seething, writhing, moving with a life of its own
The knife’s light shone with an eager light as the darkness closed in on them
The knife darted forward; a look of fear crossed the man’s eyes
The hand trembled
His mouth agape, his face pale, darkness all around
The serrated knife caught his throat, ripping it to pieces
The blood shot out in a crimson spray, coating his hand
The hand trembled
The knife became red with blood as the man became pale with death
The darkness shot out with the likeness of a coiled snake
It wrapped him head to toe, only missing the hand that clutched the knife
The hand trembled
He let go off the knife, but still it hung in the air
The darkness retreated, the man pale as ever,
The knife shining through the crimson blood with a life once the man’s
The hand trembled
He fell backward, blue eyes staring blankly at the blackness in front of his eyes, tears of blood dripping down
mouth still agape, a swollen tongue worked as if to form a word
The darkness, dormant until now, suddenly leapt up, a sense of eagerness resonating
The hand trembled
It wrapped him head to toe; still leaving the hand that once clutched the knife
The darkness flared, and everything disappeared for just a second, even the knife
The darkness dissipated, leaving nothing where the man’s body was, nothing except the hand
And still, the hand trembled

[Hissatsu]

Dang that's creepy...but it's sweet (not sweet sweet, cool sweet)

[ethanarc]

Hope you all enjoy this. Just one of my poems' i'm trying out on you...

Sacrament Of Loneliness

I sit here writing
because i know how to;
I sit here writing
because i love to.

I have done so for long,
as long as i can remember;
though the memory of the day i began
has faded like a dying fire's embres'.

How it began,
i suddenly can't recall;
was it in the empty classroom,
or on the silent roof-top of the students' hall...

Or in the lonely cafe'teria,
that was full of people?
for now that is where
i most often scribble.

For some reason,
i write best when i'm in here;
but is this so?
i thought i craved silence & not an area shared...

Why i write
begins' to come to mind;
my thoughts' become hazy
as i'm assailed by memories of a certain kind....

I wave
& she doesn't see;
i speak
& he speaks' over me.

I regain my focus,
as realization dawn's;
i need not silence,
but the loneliness of being shun.

What my voice cannot,
my hand expresses in volumes.
Beautiful works' created;
by them i'm consumed.

Ask me if i care
when they act like i'm a part of the walls'?
Nay,
on the contrary;
i'm glad i have an audience
that exists' to ignore me.

For this sacrament of loneliness
is one that i am glad i found.
I shall dwell in my silence
& create works' that are profound.

Hope you enjoyed it people. Please send feedback to me by msg.
Domo:P

[neji'sXgirl]

broken hearts

the day she told him he was what she desired
he left her hanging for her heart to break
"another breath i will not take"
she cryed for what felt like years
seeing her lost in her tears

why does my heart always break
it's like it's mended with tape
bound to break as easy as 1,2,3
"why can't my heart ever be free?"

drowned in her tears is her heart so frail
this is my life's tale
she feels he feels the same way through and through
then her heart is torn in two

did you ever know she had this fate
now she lives in her world of hate
but this hate is not torward others but torward herself
she feels like a doll upon a shelf

played with once then thown down
kicked and pushed to the ground
why must you play with my heart?
why can't someone actually care for a start

will i always be left in the dark?
or will he feel a spark?
just stop playing with my feelings
i'm always in pain

my wounds are so deep
my love has fallen rather steep
he just burned my heart after tearing it in two
will i find love after a few?

is this love?


this feeling i get when he is near
the feeling that makes me know i don't have to shed a tear
is it love
this feeling that makes me feel as if i fly on the wings of a dove

is this love
that i feel for him,love
that is like a gift sent from above
is it love

when he is around i want him near
beacuse without him i can't face my fears
is it love that i feel within
is this what it always has been?

i want him to be here with me
is this love why can't i see?
the identity of the feelings inside
is it a feeling from which i must hide

i want to look into his eyes
feel his lips upon mine
his arms around me
is this love that i see

within these feelings i cannot break
these feelings should i take
is it love
like a gift from above

i feel it inside
should i stand up with pride
is it love?
as peaceful as a dove

a gift of a thousand
feelings this is
is it lovemaybe it is

i feel the warm breeze against my skin
and my hair blows in the wind
is it love that i feel for him
it's a feeling that sends me torward the rim

is it love?

[neji'sXgirl]

Hope you all enjoy this. Just one of my poems' i'm trying out on you...

Sacrament Of Loneliness

I sit here writing
because i know how to;
I sit here writing
because i love to.

I have done so for long,
as long as i can remember;
though the memory of the day i began
has faded like a dying fire's embres'.

How it began,
i suddenly can't recall;
was it in the empty classroom,
or on the silent roof-top of the students' hall...

Or in the lonely cafe'teria,
that was full of people?
for now that is where
i most often scribble.

For some reason,
i write best when i'm in here;
but is this so?
i thought i craved silence & not an area shared...

Why i write
begins' to come to mind;
my thoughts' become hazy
as i'm assailed by memories of a certain kind....

I wave
& she doesn't see;
i speak
& he speaks' over me.

I regain my focus,
as realization dawn's;
i need not silence,
but the loneliness of being shun.

What my voice cannot,
my hand expresses in volumes.
Beautiful works' created;
by them i'm consumed.

Ask me if i care
when they act like i'm a part of the walls'?
Nay,
on the contrary;
i'm glad i have an audience
that exists' to ignore me.

For this sacrament of loneliness
is one that i am glad i found.
I shall dwell in my silence
& create works' that are profound.

Hope you enjoyed it people. Please send feedback to me by msg.
Domo:P

absolutly astounding in my book that was great

[Peliqua]

im more gothaz dan u

see my pome

empte botel of childrins medcine

i took all da pills in dere
now my cold is gone
but now i gona die
n i wnat to!!!1 lol
so i go n eat a babi
n kil birtny spearz wit a spear lol
lol gothzo

u liek it

[Beren]

Here's one that I just wrote a few days ago:

Now I lament on Valentine’s,
No love or vows that I will find.
For all around is pestilence
That will make sick the mortal mind.

In breath, this germ is borne and spread
Through humor red, infected bled.
Refuse a kiss for fear of this.
For I myself, have filled with dread

Now I, myself, have felt the pain
And fear this plague that makes men lame.
Fear not the hurt of heart or head
For thou, I’ll heal, from ill and bane.

When burns the brain or chaf’d thy chest,
Chop off the head, this way is best.
Cut out the heart, and free thyself
From hurtful love, this way is best.

“When all is lost, then thou shall live”
To thee this cure, I freely give.
For it is thee, that I so love,
For whom I’d love to see survive.

[Paracetamol Boy]

I used to like moonless nights a lot...this poem was written quite a while ago. Anyway.

Salya

I see your bleached, filthy bones. hide my face:
my smirk is green; my hollow snicker bids,
raw regality
gets you nowhere, for
only dead crows turn dirty white.
inertia; with fabricated sutures - either
vain or a
hypochrondriac: lovely try
,attempting the macabre.
dead treeshadows are webs and veins, but
hemophobia fazes me. not
then It
seeps though pitch-tinted shadows
like grey relief; dark incognito. then
light and hate are petty fodder. when
the inky sky still rolls its eyes
and
ashen candles billow black.

- Kori-kun

Edit: zomg the potato in your sig is SO CUTE!

[II_uZumaki_II]

I might as well take part in this.Ive been writing poetry for about 5 years now,for a little bit nothing came to me,and if it did I didnt think it was good enough.But lately Im taking some time to write again.Here's a few poems Ive done in the past few weeks...

Laying in a field
Flowers bleached white
And my gown streaked with old blood
My smile is wicked

Fate kissed me goodbye
She left me some pride
I was not placed upon this earth to die

~~~~~~~~~~
Little girls were not meant to suffer
And I can’t see the sun

Little boys were not meant for games
And kissing is so much fun

Manipulative man
Weeping woman
Bound so tight your bones have cracked
Now our battles are merely child’s play
~~~~~~~~~~
Split in half
Moon and Sun
She's so cruel
In the most beautiful way

Nurturing mother
Carress me with wind
If you had skin
There wouldnt be anyone softer then you

Harsh rays
Cool frost
Mountains made of sweet ember
And swamps glittering

Its all for me

I embrace
I take advantage
I dont want to see her go

A humans rough and rigid hands
Hold axes to cut her arms

Draining her blue,cleansing blood
Wasting every drop

Blowing smoke in her fragile face
Forming cracks across the cheek

An ancient woman
I admire you
You keep moving on

[2-Kwik]

Hey this place is pretty fun because of the games and forums besides that it is not worth crap.

[slimscane]

My name is scot
I'm really cool
I rock a lot
I aint no fool
Jump with my feet
And slide down tubes
I am teh 1337
and will pwn n00bs

[neko-sennin]

Kind of a latecomer to this thread, but I've been reading it from the beginning. Of what I've read so far, I really like Aruka's poems, and I look forward to seeing what else has been written as I go along. I'm more of fiction writer than a poet, but I've written a couple poems that I think, in my humble opinion, are good enough to share. Here's one:

"...AT THE MOON"
by Scott Springer

Laugh at yourself.
The great cosmic joke’s on you.
Here today, gone tomorrow;
An unseen clock is ticking.
A time-bomb waiting to go off
On the next thing to go wrong.
No brakes, any second you could snap.
Or just hysterically laugh.
Howling at the dark side of the moon.
Out-of-control anxiety, fear,
The origin of religion,
Muttering strange prayers at the dark.
Broken-record rituals
Keep the nightmare at bay-
Of shadows, specters, shapeless, nameless fears,
Red glowing eyes staring out at you
Through the gloomy mist at the back of your mind.
An unseen presence
Past the beam of your flashlight.
Silent voices laugh in the corner,
But you can hear them.
Even if no one else can.
Thoughts that flap on leathery wings,
Horror that simply is, as if for its own sake.
Consciousness teetering on the razor’s edge of reason,
On the jagged, ragged edge of Reality,
Threatening to fall away
Into the depths of a nightmare without end…


June 13, 2001

[neji'sXgirl]

im more gothaz dan u

see my pome

empte botel of childrins medcine

i took all da pills in dere
now my cold is gone
but now i gona die
n i wnat to!!!1 lol
so i go n eat a babi
n kil birtny spearz wit a spear lol
lol gothzo

u liek it
who me? and if so why?:cry

[Jean]

neko-sennin, I love your poem. ^^

Here's one of mine that I wrote a few years back. I usually only write poetry when I've gone through a hard time, and can't seem to vent the emotions on a drawing.

Farewell

Why
Must I wait so long
For something that
I shouldn't have to wait for?
Doesn't anyone know
How hard it can be
To carry on?
Well, I do

I just want you to stay
For more than six days
It just seems so unfair
Why
Must everyone try
To make it harder than it already is
For me
And for you
All I want is to be there
In your arms, to stay

I just wanted to go
And never come back
It seemed like a logical thought
At the time
Watching you slowly walk away
Choking on tears
Had to fight myself just to stay
And you looked back and waved
And I stayed

Why
Must I stay here so long
When I feel I should
Be somewhere else?
Don't I know
How to let go of something
That I shouldn't have to let go of?

Why, oh why
Must I cry
Like it actually helps
I'm surprised there's still tears left to cry
Why
Do I cry?

I just long to be
Where I know I can't be
When
Will it all fall into place?
I'm not sure
But I know it will someday
What day?
Someday

Until then
I'll be here
Still with you
But not there with you
I just want you to stay
I just wanted to go
And never come back


- Jean Powell
October 9th, 2003

[neko-sennin]

Thanks, Jean. I like yours, too.

CHAPTER 11
Enter ye the Spooky Door, step beyond the lantern’s beams, ancient dark corridors to explore where nothing’s what it seems. Don’t get lost upon thy way, the path of nightmares and dreams, in this old place, the games it can play. Skeleton key in hand, the silence screams.

The path looketh calm, but beware: tho all is silent in the Halls of the Dead, the machines that make nothing wait there until a blinking green light turneth red. Halls of locked doors, hidden danger; let not the lost child lead thee astray, to the wrath of the Phantom Stranger, ‘For we are many!’ the voices say.

Dead words drift across the page, the wisdom of some ancient sage, echoes of a long-forgotten age, but arcane verse doth set the stage:

Behold the sweet Lady of Twylight— tattered shadows billow from her mast, in the sea fog’s shimmering light, ’tis an eerie spectre of the past. The derelict drifts in the Misty Main, shades of men seem to man the decks, a ghost ship that’s the traveler’s bane, on a journey to nowhere uncheck’d.

All aboard the Mystery Train, walk through the dimly-lit cars, away from the Twylight City, riding under fading, dying stars. All the passenger cars art empty and the destinations don’t connect, but this train doth run through every one; ’twill make the hair stand on thy neck.

Nameless armies prowleth abandoned places, incomprehensible and vast; no one returneth who hath seen their faces: thou’rt through the looking glass.

Nowhere to hide from the scanners, in this dark place of Shadows, thou wilt never find the Lord of the Manor; in the Halls of Power, no one knows. Creepy like a place from some old black and white movie show, to which no one wouldst even come: ’twas more real than they couldst know.

A Presence in the room, of impending doom: don’t freeze up, for ye must runneth. Footfalls in the hall, to the book’s tomb, when something wickèd this way cometh…

(from Tha Book of Flavor Flav 11:1-8)

[Jean]

And thank you.

lol, I thought you meant that retarted rapper for a second. XD'

You have a nice writing style, it's easy to understand, which I like.

[Hazu]

Time

Hear how the wind blows outside
He wants to come in.
But don’t let him come
See the dark creep up and the sun go down
Light your candles and chase him away
He is too scared to enter
Hear the rain come down
How it rattles your roof
Dress warmly and tease her
With how dry you are
Let the wind whine
Let the dark drag
Let the rain rattle
And don’t care at all
If they get angry and scream
Let the clock tick
But don’t let the time run away
How it can seem like time stands still
When you want it too pass
And how it runs away
When something should last forever
Remember one thing
If you say something now
Keep in your mind
That it may affect you
For the rest of your life
So choose wisely, my friend
For there is yet no way
To turn back the clock
Sometimes you may wish
To go back and change
Things that you never should have done
Be at peace
Learn from your mistakes
Because there is no way to undo them
Let the souls rest
And try not to speak
For they are weary
All because of you
Let them come to your house
Your worries might disappear
Just for today
Will you remember me
When I am old and ugly
When my face crumbles
And my heart turns to dust?
Will you mourn at my grave
And plant flowers at my feet?
I hope so
I do hope so
Will you save me
When I fall
And there is no one to catch me?
If they leave me
Will you stand by my side?
Will you be there always?
I find it hard to believe
That you will
But
If you do then I thank you
Because
I fell before I could climb
I never reached the top
And never found out what was waiting me
Of course it hurts
But as so
Everything always happens for a reason
Maybe it was never meant to be
You and me
But
I feel so bad
And I beg you
To forgive me
Its goodbye now
And I’m sorry.


this......is..........a really old one........:redface

[Mineko-Iwasa]

wow, that's beautiful hasuhana :love

really nice.

[Mousuke]

Something random I found scribbled in my freshman year agenda:

I wonder...
When a mirror
Withers
Where
Does
The
Glass
Go?

What can I say, I was fourteen XD

[Dimezanime20]

I do poetry, but I don't waste it's energy on here. Since this is the latest and newest, I decided to share it with you guys. It's copyrighted by the way.

“Reincarnation (A so-called DREAM)”


He is watching his every move
Trying to do things for his soothe
Wanting to know of his every need
Of intimacy to become a done deed

His might to fight for what is right
Leads to the seed of strange beans
Know not of his cold name though
For the poor he is forever more

Days become days upon days
Nights become banishment from Christ
Alone in his thoughts of insecurity
He declines the help of purity
Not a soldier, warrior, nor a knight
But a bum scared to take that forbidding flight

His dreams are of a dark nature
With every snore bringing the presence of danger
He wasn’t, isn’t, and never will be major
But he was, is, and forever will be a failure

Things will never change for him
Like the same defined shape of a rim
He never had a she in his life
A wife? Nope, but indeed a knife
That knife he planned on ending his days with
To apologize to Mother Earth for his disgusting stained filth
But he couldn’t accomplish it with his wit
For it was done for him by another hit
Another man who is desperate to quit
To quit the life of living in dark pits

He did it for his own selfish need
To gain the other man’s misery
So that he can add two negatives
To attain the greatest of all positives…

…A life re-born…
…With suffering gone…

[neko-sennin]

lol, I thought you meant that retarted rapper for a second. XD'

You have a nice writing style, it's easy to understand, which I like.

Thanks, Jean. The "Flavor Flav" part was actually a reference from a Bloodhound Gang song ("Thou shalt add the Book of Flavor Fav to the bible"), so when I was writing the Book of Hondo (posting in NF Forums > Hidden Village of Art > Konoha Fanworks > Fan Fiction), I decided to grant Jimmy Pop's absolutely laughable wish. Though the Book itself is mostly a warped religious text / epic adventure about nothing, there was one book I reserved for poetry, and it ranges from mad-libbed sendups of Dante and Shakespeare to the original works throughout the rest of the chapter, including a wacky two-parter co-written with Matt-sama after consuming way too much cafein. This one is probably one of the more serious poems from it:

CHAPTER 6
The crossfader doth switch to a new track
That the world runneth on.
Now everyone danceth to the beat of a different drum.
Each one wearing his own headphones.
Each readeth from their own book,
Written by a voice in the back of their mind.
We art all walking alone together on our own bad trip,
Wandering into each other’s nightmares;
The channel changeth, but the Lie doth remain.
But taking over every floor of the TV station,
The Voice From The Back maketh its Doomsday Broadcast:
A recall on the new broken toys made in Taiwan,
And a life for children born as ghosts,
A ban on canned people and manufactured art.
It asketh:
Is there no end to the plastic hose of thine existence
Or dost thou go on and on like a crappy TV show?
When wilt thou heed the Warning of the Goats?
Of the one who shall fight with the Might of Old that once moved heaven and earth?
For the Son of the Hawai’ian King Kaméhaméha
Shall sail the high seas on his bed
And shall read from the forgotten books of a cluttered attic,
From the Lost Chapters, the Missing Pages,
He shall read between the lines.
With arcane knowledge he shall set out on the Endless Highway
To find the Secret Gate that leadeth to the Unknown Road…

-Flav 6:1-26

[Danny Lilithborne]

I used to write poems, but never shared them with anyone.

Some things don't change.

[neko-sennin]

This one's a bit more on the whimsical side, likely the result of reading too much Shakespeare in one semester. Then again, the Book itself was likely the result of consuming too much caffein, reading too much Shakespeare, and watching too much Dragonball Z, in one year. That, and getting way too little sleep.

CHAPTER 13
’Tis the foul stench that wafts upon the breeze,
A silent-butt-deadly in the morning:
The smell that doth brown and wilt all the trees,
Shouldst come with a Surgeon General’s Warning.
Or a twenty-one bun salute to something that died,
And telleth thee— don’t shoot! don’t light a match!
So thou knoweth someone hath let one fly;
Gas shall come to pass from out of one’s ass,
And so one can tell that all is not well:
Is it a shift of wit or a whiff of shit?
A healthy man canst not make that kind of smell;
’Tis death to all who get a whiff of it.
And a common truth for all ye who belt it:
That he who smelt it’s the one who dealt it.

Dost tha Colonel’s special blend
Of herbs and spices give thee gas?
Thou be levitatin’ when thou’rt meditatin’
With such a mighty wind to pass.
Every time thou hear’st me, thou shalt agree:
Nothin’ floats a brotha like tha K-F-C!

* Scoot getteth off a good one! *

-Flav 13:1-21

[achk__]

Are these poems from professional poets or are some of them written by the people here?

[The Luiz]

Shaka's Poetry

The flowers sprout... and later they wither. The stars shine... and one day they disappear. This land, the sun... even this galaxy and the entire universe one day will finish... The death will come some day. The life of a human being compared to such things is only one mere blink of eyes... In this short time, a human being laughs, cries, fight, is wounded, gets happy again. Gets sad,hates somebody,loves somebody... Everything in this short space of time.And in the end, all hug the perpetual sleep of the death

By Virgo Shaka

[azuwachan]

words are voices,
voices of your heart,
and in your heart you wonder
is this loneliness you belong
is your life after all?

~a quick poetry, originally from AzuwaChan~

[makeoutparadise2]

Green are the leaves that swing in the breeze
which Dances Gently in the great trees who's brachese and leaves reach for the sky that is clam and blue like a Fair maiden's eyes.
I think of her kindly as I sit on this hill.
Time dose not pass
and Green is the grass that blows in the wind
and through her dark Hair the warm sun Shines brightly make her Fair to look a upon.
But it is all a dream...

[semperfi]

roses are red
violets are blue
how shorter the skirt
how better the view

:P

[Bya Bya]

roses are red
violets are blue
how shorter the skirt
how better the view

:P
roses are red
pansies are gay
if not for women
we'd all be that way

:P (not mine, but it fitted the theme ^^;;)

[neko-sennin]

Are these poems from professional poets or are some of them written by the people here?

I'm pretty sure most of these are NF originals.

Untitled
by Scott Springer

Sometimes I look in the mirror
And say to myself:
"Whatever happened to you?
You used to be such a nice guy."

Then, about a decade of memories slam into me
Like a movie flashback montage,
And my reflection answers,
"Oh yeah. That's why."

EDITED TO SAY:

PERHAPS THIS THREAD COULD BE MOVED TO THE FANWORKS, OR FAN FICTION FORUM. THERE IS SOME REALLY GOOD POETRY HERE, AND I SUSPECT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FEARS THAT CLASSIFYING IT AS "SPAM" WILL ONLY STRANGLE THIS ONGOING COMMUNITY PORJECT.

[Paracetamol Boy]

I am sooooo smart.
I am sooooo deep.
I think.
Therefore I am.
Like a quadriplegic in a bus accident.
I think.
Therefore I can.
Like an ice-cream truck hitting a dotard, overfed dictator that takes a dump on the rural countryside while the farmers are out to town buying the latest issue of Playboy
I think.
Therefore I am Sam.
Bitch.

[CrazyMoronX]

Working at IBM is like living in hell,
Every day is made of shit and fail.

People call in with their shitty little issues,
I pretend I care and hand them a tissue.

I wish I could hang up the phone or tell them die,
But I just can't do that and being to cry.

They wonder why a helpdesk would sob,
I tell them that I am a fat blob.

They say "hey fuck you, fix my computer!",
I just cry and cry, and wish I could shoot her.

Yeah, women calling in ar the worse,
They can't work a computer, and carry a purse!

Fuck you IBM, fuck you to hell!
I hope your product never gets a sell.

I shit on you IBM, I shit on your phones!
I shit on your managers, and shit on Mrs. Jones!


I hate that bitch.

[Paracetamol Boy]

Friendship truly makes me sick
I'd much rather jerk off my wick.

[GreatMarta]

I have a few, gotta translate them first

[legan]

I am emo,
Hear me roar,
Put LP on,
And cut my wrists.

My pressence is dark,
My soul destroyed,
Oh my God,
Who destroyed these wings of mine?

I am emo,
Hear me roar,
As I fall,
Into death and out of life ;_;

More to come =D

[makeoutparadise2]

go back from whence ye came traveler who has no name.
Traveler who sailed the seas, crossed the land over rock and tree.
he is use to the feel of the stone and tree the Light of the stars and the spray of the sea. thus the traveler that has no name wanders freely and without pain.

[makeoutparadise2]

Dragons breath full of flames
dark as night and has no name
blue are its eyes and white are its fangs

[mortsleam]

The heavens dieing surronding the gods.
Demi-gods eating birds with logs
passionate mortals waiting for sunrise
stupid demwits eating there wives.
do you see the sun is so bright.
death comes to people without a fight.
Danger awaits from caverns of fools.
Idiots patheitcly killing each other just for stools.
racist people for a bad reason its NF baby thats what just happened.
__
This i not a real poem just typed whatever i thought.

[makeoutparadise2]

that one was good

[Euphoria]

Roses were red
But not anymore
They starting wilting
Cuz I don't care anymore
Violets were blue
But now they're dead
If I keep writing this poem
I'm gonna lose my head

Just made it up... :\

[makeoutparadise2]

day after day
year after year
I see the sadness of the world and I fear no one can ever see the right way.
day after day.

[Hibino]

So hot in the summer
So cold in winter
I'm about to go crazy from the weather
Want to buy an air-conditioner
Look into my wallet, ain't got no paper
Oh my God i want to murder
I wrote this out of my anger

[Xx Sasuke xX]

Roses are Red, Voilets are Blue, you are so crazy
and he is so pacy

[Eden Prime]

Machine in the Night
By Josh Mayfield

There’s not much I can say to make this pain go away,
Every second I wish for you to stay,
Every step forward you take leaves me further behind,
And I am pleading to reverse the times.

Time spent with you was never wasted,
And our every kiss was the best I had tasted,
I watch in tears as you take flight,
Everything that could have been, now just a machine in the night.

The ring is still in my pocket,
Along with your Christmas locket,
You told me you would return,
You gave me the locket to be sure.

I got in my car,
And went to the bar,
On the TV the news was playing,
Reporting on a downed plane.

At that moment I knew you weren’t alive,
The number on the plane was two-seventy-five,
And as tears filled my eyes,
Smoke filled the sky.

You were the only one that didn’t know,
That tonight, I wanted to propose,
I would have never allowed you into the sky,
If only I knew you were going to die.

[Peacefrog]

This is a poem/song I wrote..

Cheshire Cat and Pools of Blue
Well I went for a walk this morning,
and took a dive down to the other side.
Well I'm on the run , and I'm uh running
out of places to hide, Well you could say
I've never been one, to stick around, seems like
my feet have never touched the ground..

A woman tried to drown me in her love,
pools of blue , the sky would envy, the entropy
of her beauty, I uh just didn't have it in me.
So now I uh tend to come and go, afraid of
what I wanted the most, to those who claim to
have known me, I am but a ghost. The cheshire cat
my only friend I know, he doesn't seem to lament
me, for uh something I'll never have in me..

One of my favorites that I wrote awhile back.

[mephisto2k]

Whatever may it occur...
All that can be done...
All that can be desired...

With you....

I am Ligth....

I am Love...

When I first saw you , I was afraid to talk to you.
When I first talked to you , I was afraid to like you.
When I started to like you , I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you , I'm afraid to lose you . . .

my heart is aking,
when you talk like this.
my soul is crying,
when you treat me this way.
my mind is asking,
why do you stay?
now i know,
i love you
and sometimes you do love me too.