A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    Fantastic-Plastic-People

    Fantastic Plastic people
    They are everywhere
    They eat Plastic food
    Stored in Plasticware
    They listen to Plastic stuff
    On the Plastic radio
    Always having Platic fun
    At the Plastic places they go

    All hail plastic!
    Is what they say
    Plastic, Plastic, Plastic
    All the live long day

    Hey!

    ©2002
     
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  3. pumpkinsaren'torange Registered Senior Member

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    Evil:


    nice.

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    *gets carted off by the grammar police*

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  5. EvelinaAnville Registered Senior Member

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    _Feel
    ___Spirit
    ___Life within cells of my perceived body
    _____Perceived by a corporeal mind
    _______heads "hurt"
    _______brains "ache"
    _______hearts yearn, wist for waters of spirit inspiring love.
    _________Love?
    _________Love.

    _Think
    ___Stifle
    ___Analyze to death
    _____No marriage between heart and head.
    _____No kissing the cross
    _______("Idolatry").
    _____No glory be's
    _______("Mindless Ritual").

    _Instinct
    ___to love
    _____not that of eating, sleeping, reproducing
    ___to care for others and oneself
    ___to ease the pain-filled burthen

    _Force
    ___Holy Spirit
    ___Water
    ___Mist of breath
    _____in-spire
    _____breathe in spirit
    _______incense
    _______prayers rising to the altar of God





    pumpkinsaren'torange

    I love your "illegal" (or extra-legal, maybe?) poem. It is beautiful. The words are so rythmic--wonderful imagery!
     
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  7. Angelus Son Of House Ravenhearte Registered Senior Member

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    Cool, I started the thread that now has lots of awesome poems in it. I especially like Pumpkins'. Here's another of mine.

    Trend Setter

    I've taken too many breaths,
    sighed too many sighs.
    I've seen too many sorrows,
    lived too many lies.

    I just want it all to end,
    want a peace so serene.
    I want my lies to end,
    want a slate that's clean.

    So comfort me with silence,
    bless me with rest,
    end this cold existance.
    I think it's best

    for me to breathe no more,
    to never sigh again,
    to end all of these lies
    with one final sin.

    So let the shot ring out,
    let my death be heard.
    Let the eyes begin to water
    for all the tears that will be poured.

    I will lead a new revolution.
    I will start a whole new trend,
    for all the sad and lonely children
    to leap forth to their end.

    Let it all end, let it all end...
     
  8. pumpkinsaren'torange Registered Senior Member

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    thanks Angelus...

    your's too is a fine example as ever a poem could be!

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    i am in a writing mood today...it's all misty and overcast here today, it's like the sun is trying to shine through a sheet of guaze .. & .no snow on the ground YET...i will walk down by the the quarries and sit on this one boulder-ish clump of limestone and write a bit.....
     
  9. Don H Registered Senior Member

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    The beating butteryfly wings spawned the mighty hurricane:

    An adage
    sweet and delicious
    describes how the smallest wind
    may incrementally and exponentially combine
    with larger forces until a great tempest is born.

    true, great things have humble beginings
    and are influenced by the smallest of its parts,
    like atoms in a chain reaction.

    Still a butterfly has no defense
    against a hurricane.
    Nor have we...
    against nuclear and biolgical weapons.

    It is better said that the "meek shall inherit the earth"
     
  10. Angelus Son Of House Ravenhearte Registered Senior Member

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    I haven't been in a happy mood recently. If my poems are beggining to depress you skip over this one, it's another downer. Though one of my more well written ones in my opinion.

    To Merry

    My love for you has brought me here,
    to this cold place I know to fear.
    Where heart and mind blur into one,
    and exits are but by knife or gun.
    My love for you, long unreturned
    is all for which i now do yearn,
    and life itself has gone hollow
    when my heart I may not follow.
    And though my hand may be weak
    it knows the path that it must seek
    to carry the blade into it's home
    and finish, with blood, this final poem.
     
  11. pumpkinsaren'torange Registered Senior Member

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    Angelus

    yep, i think that we poets tend to feel things just a bit more deeply than all others(no offense to non-poets) - that includes feeling sad, depressed, over-whelmed...what have you. funny thing, Angelus, i won't tell you to cheer up or snap out of it, because, too, we poets also seem to "snap out of it" in due time. we follow our instincts/intuition concerning these matters..it seems. writing poetry helps "figure" out our internal state-of-mind, if you will...and, it triggers a sort of catalyst to bring about the next emotion that is lurking below the "offending" /unwanted feeling. does that make sense...eh. dunno.
     
  12. notme2000 The Art Of Fact Registered Senior Member

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    The inevitable decay of an untouched life
    Collapsing on itself as the voids grow bigger
    Hope replaced by acceptance
    Acceptance replaced by action

    From the stillness of my heart
    Hatches my own demise

    I look around me and see nothing
    I look inside myself and feel empty
    Who am I to keep the two apart?

    Without a meaning to life there’s no reason to live
    Without life there’s no reason for meaning
    There is but one solution

    The beginning was the end
    And the end shall be the beginning
    Everything in between was but tragic existance



    (I was in a bad mood.....)
     
  13. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    Words of Yesterday

    Your words of yesterday still linger on my mind.
    Feelings hurt, damage done. You were so unkind.
    Will I never learn? I feel like such a fool.
    All I did was care. All you were was cruel.

    ©1996
     
  14. Nightpoet Registered Senior Member

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    Since I call myself a poet:

    BETRAYAL
    To look at the world, and see

    only pain and misery,



    The Joy, the Hope,

    all gone

    lost

    millenia ago



    When our fathers

    gave up,

    and surrendered



    Their Hopes, Dreams

    Beliefs;

    Their World



    To Greed, Chaos

    and Destruction,

    and sacrificed



    Betrayal



    Their offspring

    to a demonic,

    bloodthirsty god



    In the hopes

    of acheiving

    riches beyond

    their wildest imaginings,

    beyond all scope



    of belief



    comprehension



    REALITY
     
  15. Jerece Hunters Dumlupinar Registered Senior Member

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  16. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    Feeling the Feeling

    Empty eyes, eyes a madman.
    Empty soul, soul of a sad man.
    Tears of pain, need to break free.
    Need something else, need to find me.
    Feeling let down, feeling nothing at all.
    Feeling the feeling, free fall free fall.

    The battles lost, victories far apart.
    No perspective right from the start.
    Faded stories like jeans in the wash.
    All is not won, all had its cost.
    Feeling let down, feeling nothing at all.
    Feeling the feeling, free fall free fall.

    ©1991
     
  17. wesmorris Nerd Overlord - we(s):1 of N Valued Senior Member

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    A quake poem.

    arrive in a map, created for killing
    fight over flags, to slay we are willing
    gather goods! go forth! increase your health.
    gather your ammo, heighten your stealth.

    the bodies strewn in electronic chaos
    digital weapons yield point laden payoff
    stereo groans of dying young soldiers
    randomly spawn, another death bolder

    rockets will launch and shrapnel will fly
    ignore their warning and surely you die
    lurk in the shadows, rail them in passing
    light speed aluminum rending and slashing

    digital death, so warm and embracing
    so brief, so slight, so random in placing
    rebirth! a life, so recently passed
    onto the battlefield again shall ye pass

    to kill, to death, to battling foe
    revel in chaos, welcome it's glow
    imagined reality apparently real
    for 50 bucks it's almost a steal!
     
  18. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    In The Dark

    Sitting in the dark with nothing to do. Nothing is making sense as the world rushes by.
    I am watching myself outside myself. Reality blurred. Dreams of metallic butterflies.
    The colors fading into each other as the tears of pain blur the canvas of past and present.
    A solitary candle flickers against the night as the wind gently blows hot and acrid.
    Shadows caress the walls like slithering snakes reflecting our inner darkness.
    My soul cries out silent screams for all that is not right. Lost in the chaos of it all.
    Sitting in the dark with nothing to do. Nothing is making sense as the world rushes by.
    I am watching myself outside myself. Reality blurred. Dreams of metallic butterflies.

    ©2001
     
  19. Xev Registered Senior Member

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    -Love Song of Sigrid the Haughty-

    Give your hand to me
    Vow Eternal war in my arms by my side
    Ever two in one we fight and die
    Decimate the forces of the Nazarene

    I am a warrior my pledge is never to repent
    Our Will one in two our victory is sure
    You fear not death I fear only dishonour
    The Gods of our fathers shall be avenged


    /Anti-Christian moot ATM.
     
  20. Don H Registered Senior Member

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    Our favorite recipe

    The recipe for war
    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    To have a war,
    you have to make a war.
    The basic ingredients and recipe
    is to arm your future enemy.

    As the Military Industrial Complex excels
    the only meaningful protest
    comes from families
    whose children come back in a bag.

    During these times
    wraping the MIC in a flag
    is not enough.
    So they wrap themselves in the bible.

    They trade a God bless you
    for your life
    and justify the next war
    by the weapons they just sold to Evilstan.
     
  21. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    I Find Myself Wondering

    I find myself wondering
    Why no one understands
    This mental state I carry
    It’s not what I had planned

    I wish things could be different
    I wish I could find another way
    I wish I could turn it all around
    Hoping for some light in my dark day

    I am tortured by my thoughts
    Like a stalker, they hunt me down
    On the brink of disaster all the time
    I know my mind must not be sound

    Locked up inside, my wings clipped
    I am nothing more then a social misfit
    A square peg in a world of round holes
    Spinning end over end out of control

    I find myself wondering
    Why no one understands
    This mental state I carry
    It’s not what I had planned

    ©1998
     
  22. EvilPoet I am what I am Registered Senior Member

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    Miss You

    This feeling I have cuts down to the bone.
    Keep looking out the window to see if you are home.
    I reach out in the night to feel you lying next to me.
    Looking for hope but all I find is misery.
    I am withering from all that has come to pass.
    I was so blind, what a complete and utter jackass.
    I must move on, start over again.
    Perhaps I should take up meditation instead of men.

    ©1991
     
  23. silver Registered Senior Member

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    the link

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    no matter how hard i try to ignore.

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    when will it break?

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    the butterflies fly.

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    my heart pounds.

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    i now know how to break it.

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    the key is within him.


    the link exists
    yes its still there
    forged in laughter and in tear.

    the link exists
    yes its still there
    one day soon i know it will disappear.

    the link exists
    yes it’s still there
    i feel it still.

    the link exists
    for now
    i quietly wait to morn its loss.
     

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