Poems
Post any poems you've written. I tried one last night. It's my first, so don't be too brutal. :)
The old wizard stared into the sea From his favorite rock, higher than all around Slave to the wind, his gold robes danced just off the ground His hair as well, was made to fly forcefully But this old man was filled with so much might He could wave his hand, cause calm in the air Or make the wind stronger, and use it to take flight Fly close to a crowd, and give all a good scare Or order people around without fear of commotion Create a great beast who serves his every delight And know that all will show him great devotion But who will love him as much as he desires Not them, nor himself, as he shows his strength He flew back to his rock to glare at length And again await his wish, the day he finally expires |
Is it about Saruman?
Ok, here I go. This is old... Please, tell your soul to come my way Release her and learn from how she behaves Embellish this friendship with your lust It wouldn't hurt to trust our trust Embellish it with your lust |
Nah. I wasn't thinking of Saruman at all, but I guess he could fit.
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Good idea for a thread
ok..... I come to stand belief as she walks into her ruins that she made herself believe that she has fallen on her feet Although her will is strong she knows it can't be long untill the rain falls down tonight and washes all the streets clean Tonight, we say goodbye. Goodnight, her violet eye. |
A Childhood
When I was seven I wanted a monkey for my birthday. But I only got a train set that smoked and smelt like burning when you left it on the track too long. |
[u]Bad Luck Go Away
Fire fire burning bright turn my darkness into light take away my bad luck ill bring me nothing but good will bad luck came and stayed too long be gone forever be gone be gone with this fire burning bright bring me good luck bring me light before anyone asks, no it isnt a satanistic spell ok |
:eek: I used to write poetry...I don't really do so anymore. I don't think I have it in me. I prefer haikus, anyway. :D
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Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away The queen is their slave |
You rip off Fight Club.
Not original at all. What's the deal with that? |
An homage, if you like, to one of my favourite movies:D
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Very nice guys… :yup: ... I used to write poems years ago but have no idea where any of them are right now... which is probably a good thing… ;D .. Anyway, I enjoyed reading all of yours and hope you’ll post more…
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My Everything
She's my direction My motivation A butterfly in spring A beautiful thing She's my meaning My inner being A reason to sing My everything Take my hand Help me through I don't want to live Without you Part of a beautiful poem written by my boyfriend............ |
something
you never knew my name, as time soldiered on. It's something I could lose, and I never gave you much. I could lay lay my trust, in something new. the time to carry on, means something. keel over and die? no time for something. choose to stay alive? no time for something. |
Wildflowers
In the land of the Wildflowers, The Wildflowers cease to grow. |
Within
Encompassed in flesh, framed in bone Beats heart of black, lies heart of stone Eternal pump, obscene machine Thrusts tides of hate, flows me unclean Rivers of darkness, deep and vast Of the sinister heart, of deeds amassed Rivers rushing through my veins Through decayed forests of my remains Splatters of rain, splatters of pain Rainbows of crimson, existence bane Of every second, of pain insane I strain, sustain, to snap my chains |
Why Was I Walking Alone?
Why was I walking alone? In the city, the semi darkness of night, all the lights could not have shown, me, suffocating, locked inside, the trunk of the evil man's car, I almost died. He didn't want me, just my body, my womanly figure, my temple, he thought I was just a hottie. Suddenly, the car slowed, I barely heard the door shut, the blood trails must have glowed. I saw him again, I was pulled out, back to the semi darkness of night, in this parking lot, I began to shout. His strong hands hit me, then threw me down, his hands fooled with my hair and dress, I was below this sinister clown. He was ready, all ready to abuse, when he was just about to begin, he met my shoes. Then he looked down and realized that I wasn't as feminine as he thought, and boy was he surprised! After I beated up the bad gnome, Eddie Murphy drove by, and offered to take me home. |
Dreams Don't Die
Dreams don't die. Souls never lie. Truth doesn't cry. People don't know why. It's all going past your eye. Is it better to be shy? Is it all up in the sky? Is it pulling off your tie? Does it make you go "Oh, my" ? Does it make you want to lie? Do you fear that you're going to fry? Are you asking why? Are you really going to die? Dreams don't die. Dreams don't die. |
Growth
by Uday Gunjikar The child learns And becomes a man Or woman--a full-fledged adult, Not a cradle fledgling. Spreading our wings, We soar to heights undreamed of, Rising above the lofty pinnacles Of the highest peaks of Everest To embrace the stars. Faith by Uday Gunjikar When darkness envelops us, Faith redeems us. When we grope In the inky blackness Of the deep night, When we are stifled and suffocated, Coughing up black dust and phlegm And thick smoke clouds our perception, Stinging our eyes, Making them water . . . When we are paralyzed In the grip of terror, Tormented and plagued By paranoid fantasies And narcissistic delusions . . . We can still turn to the Light And find our way through the perilous shadows, Emerging unscathed From the Valley of the Shadow of Death-- The fearsome dell-- To exult in the warmth and glory, The boundless grace and unconditional love Of the Living Son. |
See below for more inspired poetry by yours truly! :D
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The Psycho
by Uday Gunjikar The psycho eyes his neighbor With piercing malice Glowering in his eyes. He coldly observes The warm happiness Of guiltless souls at play. With cruel, dispassionate envy, He schemes to destroy The fleeting moments of pleasure and joy That sincere hearts enjoy In mutually consensual company. The psycho reels and staggers Under the perverse burden Of his deranged, tormented imagination As he concocts venomous lies To demonize And dehumanize And persecute The joyful at play. Envious of their happiness, He finds perverse pleasure In savage, malicious destruction. |
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