POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[Lefty]

sloppy dumb dupe.

 

[Lefty]

Let me go

Part !

I've gathered my sails and reefed them too

the anchor is up from the depths so blue

I'm done with dying and now I'm dead

stop your crying by the side of this old bed

you said you loved me now let it show

set me free you need to let me go
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Not sure how my two man...uh two person fan club
will think about this but I hope they tell me.

Sorry its not a dirty ditty
those aren't that rough
and mores the pity
they weren't this tough.
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Part II

I'll take my leave but you have a part

of me forever within your heart

I'm just ahead a bit up the street

when its time again we'll meet

tonight when you ready for sleep

grieve not hard or go to far

I've picked out our next star.

set me free , they need me elsewhere

when you can come...I will be there.

 

[DonQuixote]

To quote the Bard, my dear Lefty,

Parting is such sweet sorrow,
I shall wait for thee till morrow (or something like that, lol)

 

[Kulindahr]

To quote the Bard, my dear Lefty,

Parting is such sweet sorrow,
I shall wait for thee till morrow (or something like that, lol)

To quote the Bard
can be quite hard --
his words flow, quite profuse!
it's quite a fight
to get them right --
let's say, "What's the use?"

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli, thou art brash,
and would incite my lash,
You lollygag here,
When Fit for Life
'tis what we hold dear!

So, neglect the iambic pentameter
and get the next chapter out of yer!

(I know, it's baaaad! Just making sure you
know we love your story.)

 

[Kulindahr]

Go look:
my book
is extended.
It has not ended.

 

[Simon25]

Always on My Mind

Always in my heart
I`ve been waiting for you night after night
Like a shadow staying close to the light
Suddenly you stand beside me and I see
A million stars burning free

Always on my mind
Always in my heart
And I can hear you call my name
On a mountain`s top

Always on my mind
Always in my heart
I wanna hold you close to me
The warmth of your body a guarantee
A simple touch A simple look
My body like a river of joy unhook

Always on my mind
Always in my heart
What you have done you will never know
But with each day passing I’ll try to show
How I have grown and how I have changed
So that when we are together it is no estranged

Always on my mind
Always in my heart
The days pass and I have to wonder
When it was you took me under
I just want to make you happy
Even if it means being sappy

Always on my mind
Always on my heart
Don’t shut me out but let me in
I want to know all that is within
In you heart and in you mind
By me you are safe so let it all unwind

Always on my mind
Always on my heart
And I can hear you call my name
On a mountain’s top

 

[DonQuixote]

Molotov,
A thought-provoking treatise.
Beyond melancholy.

Simon,
On the other hand, I hear the love and at-oneness in your verse.

Thank you BOTH for your more serious offerings to the thread.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

roses are red
your penis is blue
loosen that cock ring
and let out the goo

it's a gift

 

[gsdx]

This is a complete series of poems I wrote for guy with whom I fell deeply and madly in love with. The poems take our 'failed relationship' from the beginning to the end - the good, the bad, the everything:

PS - His name didn't ever start with 'S'

* * *

My thoughts are
curiously preoccupied
with you today.
And to think that,
just two days ago,
I didn't even know
you existed.

* * *

The day seemed not
to be going
at all well for me
today.
My dog was sick
during the night.
My car was dangerously low
on fuel.
My coffee turned cold
before I could drink it.
My boss was not at all pleased
with the way I did my work.
And to top it all off, I didn't get paid
in time for the bank.
Then I thought of you
and it made me smile.

* * *

You are becoming
a habit with me.
But I don't mind.

* * *

I dare not say
you stepped out of my dreams.
I could never have dreamed
of someone as nice as you.

* * *

I had a lot on my mind
this afternoon.
I didn't have time
to think of you
hardly at all.
I hope you don't mind.

* * *

I seem to be doing
a lot of I-ing and you-ing
lately.
I wonder
if it could mean
anything?

* * *

I'm sorry,
I was listening
to what
you weren't saying.

* * *

Somehow, I knew
the first time I saw you,
something wonderful would happen.
It did.

* * *

All my life,
I wanted desperately
for someone like you
to walk into my life.
And now, here you are.
Damn it!
Why did I have to
fall in love with you?

* * *

I've done
a lot of things
I'd never done before.
I've said things
I'd never say.
I've seen things
I'd never see.
I've been to places
I'd never go to.
Who knows?
I may even
get to like hockey.

* * *

NOVEMBER 26, 1983

Grey Cup weekend.
Memories fill my mind
as friends flow through
my door today.
One year ago,
(seems like forever)
but the memories
make it like yesterday.

* * *

I sit beside you
in the softness
of a dimly-lit room.
I enjoy your company,
the friendship you offer
in return for mine.
I steal glances at you,
more, perhaps, than I should.
Do you know, I wonder?
Do you mind my appreciation?
So much like a toy,
wrapped and ready
to play with and enjoy.
Yet, you are not a toy,
nor I a child.

You are a young man
with the feelings and respect
due to you.
I admire them,
and respect them,
as I admire and respect you.
I can't open that present,
and it may not even be for me,
but for now, I can look
and dream about it.
Can't I?

* * *

I cherish each moment
we're together.
Each step we take,
each word we speak,
each silence we share.
The energy I feel
when you dance.
The happiness I feel
when you smile.
The strength I feel
when you walk.
The closeness I feel
when you laugh.
The gentleness I feel
when you sleep.
I love to watch you sleep,
and you are you
for only me.

* * *

TELLING MY SECRET TO S_____

indecision . . . hesitation . . .
do I tell you? . . .
or not? . . .
I risk losing a good friend
by telling you---
but---
I fear you finding out
some other way even more.
please be understanding . . .
please be trusting . . .
I will tell you now . . .
I will . . .
'---um---
would you like
another cup of coffee?'

* * *

To be understood
is to understand.
I understand
our friendship,
though I fail
to understand
why it is.
I understand
my feelings for you,
my caring for you,
my trusting in you.
But to understand you
. . . my friend . . .
You call me
'Big Brother'.
I want to cry out
with the pride I feel.
I have no brothers now,
except for you.
My brother . . .
My friend . . .
I am so proud that
you want to be
part of my life.
I thank you.

* * *

Last night,
you shared yourself with me.
Your time
became our time.
Together, we shared
a long-awaited moment
and we were one
with the other.
You gave me your life,
freely, unselfishly.
I accepted it

into myself graciously,
perhaps greedily,
and I became
a part of you.
Nothing
can ever take that
from me.

* * *

I lie beside you
in the darkness of a red exit light
above us.
Silence fills the room with emptiness,
save for the hum of the refrigerator
and the beat of your heart.
I can hear it
as I rest my head against your chest.
I scratch gently at your belly.
I sense your pleasure.
I feel mine.
I lie beside you
and smell the manly scents
of your young body.
I move closer to you,
closer than I dare.
I'll take the risk,
just to be near you.
You are my life.
Let me live.

* * *

I didn't sleep much
last night,
with you there
beside me,
so very, very close,
yet,
so very, very far away.
It was beautiful,
like old times.
The memories flowed back
in multitudes,
and we were, again,
as we were before.
Wow!
What a Christmas!

* * *

I saw you in my mind today.
You were angry
at someone else.
You were crying,
fists clenched,
and screaming,
neck exploding,
face red with fire.
I went to help you.
You called me a name,
and then you hit me.
But you promised . . .

* * *

You hurt me once,
but I can't be angry
with you.
For one thing,
I know
you would never
hurt me intentionally,
and, for another,
if you DID
want to hurt me,
I wouldn't be able
to write this down.

* * *

You've been gone
almost six months now.
I miss you badly.
The good times we had,
the fun, the laughs,

the tears, the brotherhood,
the just being together.
I miss lying beside you,
feeling you close to me,
the warmth of your youth
flowing into my maturity.
I want so much
to be able to hold you,
to touch you,
to let you know
that my love for you
has not diminished
in your absence.
I wish again to lie with you,
holding you close to me,
later to swim in your scent
that lingers within the sheets
of the bed we shared.
I remember your scent
to this day.
It rests on my nostrils
as the smell of clover
rests on the evening breeze.
My desire to touch you,
to feel your magnificence
once more in my hand,
my fingers seemingly dwarfed
by your hardness,
dominates my every fantasy.
I long to make you happy,
to share the pleasure,
the intensity,
of your release,
to taste your essence,
to feel your strength
once again inside me.
Knowing I have pleased you
and loved you
will be my pleasure,
my reward.
Hurry home, S_____.
Please?

* * *

I tried not to
think of you tonight,
but the more
I didn't think of you,
the more I reminded myself
of what it was that I
wasn't thinking about,
and, of course,
I thought of you.
It isn't easy,
not thinking.

* * *

If you hadn't
entered my life
as you did,
and left me
as you did,
I would not be
in the state I'm in.
But then,
if you'd never
entered it
in the first place,
I would never
have been
in the state I was.
That makes your
leaving me
easier to handle.

* * *

I have never
suffered the pain
of the death
of a friend.
It must be terrible,
and if it feels
anything like
the emptiness
left by my father,
I pray

it's a long,
long time
before I feel it again.
You just went away,
and I cried.
I can't imagine
what would have happened
had you
died on me.

* * *

Sitting together again,
just the two of us.
You and me,
together
again.
Like old times.
Touch glasses
and toast ourselves.

It feels good
to share ourselves
again,
like this,
to know a moment
as it happens,
and hold it with us
when we part.
It feels good
to be with you
again,
as once upon a time.

Times like this
are rare, now.
More rare
than I care them
to be.
Thank you.
It's been nice.
Let's do it again,
sometime.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

This is a complete series of poems I wrote for guy with whom I fell deeply and madly in love with. The poems take our 'failed relationship' from the beginning to the end - the good, the bad, the everything:

PS - His name didn't ever start with 'S'

* * *

My thoughts are
curiously preoccupied
with you today.
And to think that,
just two days ago,
I didn't even know
you existed.

* * *

The day seemed not
to be going
at all well for me
today.
My dog was sick
during the night.
My car was dangerously low
on fuel.
My coffee turned cold
before I could drink it.
My boss was not at all pleased
with the way I did my work.
And to top it all off, I didn't get paid
in time for the bank.
Then I thought of you
and it made me smile.

* * *

You are becoming
a habit with me.
But I don't mind.

* * *

I dare not say
you stepped out of my dreams.
I could never have dreamed
of someone as nice as you.

* * *

I had a lot on my mind
this afternoon.
I didn't have time
to think of you
hardly at all.
I hope you don't mind.

* * *

I seem to be doing
a lot of I-ing and you-ing
lately.
I wonder
if it could mean
anything?

* * *

I'm sorry,
I was listening
to what
you weren't saying.

* * *

Somehow, I knew
the first time I saw you,
something wonderful would happen.
It did.

* * *

All my life,
I wanted desperately
for someone like you
to walk into my life.
And now, here you are.
Damn it!
Why did I have to
fall in love with you?

* * *

I've done
a lot of things
I'd never done before.
I've said things
I'd never say.
I've seen things
I'd never see.
I've been to places
I'd never go to.
Who knows?
I may even
get to like hockey.

* * *

NOVEMBER 26, 1983

Grey Cup weekend.
Memories fill my mind
as friends flow through
my door today.
One year ago,
(seems like forever)
but the memories
make it like yesterday.

* * *

I sit beside you
in the softness
of a dimly-lit room.
I enjoy your company,
the friendship you offer
in return for mine.
I steal glances at you,
more, perhaps, than I should.
Do you know, I wonder?
Do you mind my appreciation?
So much like a toy,
wrapped and ready
to play with and enjoy.
Yet, you are not a toy,
nor I a child.

You are a young man
with the feelings and respect
due to you.
I admire them,
and respect them,
as I admire and respect you.
I can't open that present,
and it may not even be for me,
but for now, I can look
and dream about it.
Can't I?

* * *

I cherish each moment
we're together.
Each step we take,
each word we speak,
each silence we share.
The energy I feel
when you dance.
The happiness I feel
when you smile.
The strength I feel
when you walk.
The closeness I feel
when you laugh.
The gentleness I feel
when you sleep.
I love to watch you sleep,
and you are you
for only me.

* * *

TELLING MY SECRET TO S_____

indecision . . . hesitation . . .
do I tell you? . . .
or not? . . .
I risk losing a good friend
by telling you---
but---
I fear you finding out
some other way even more.
please be understanding . . .
please be trusting . . .
I will tell you now . . .
I will . . .
'---um---
would you like
another cup of coffee?'

* * *

To be understood
is to understand.
I understand
our friendship,
though I fail
to understand
why it is.
I understand
my feelings for you,
my caring for you,
my trusting in you.
But to understand you
. . . my friend . . .
You call me
'Big Brother'.
I want to cry out
with the pride I feel.
I have no brothers now,
except for you.
My brother . . .
My friend . . .
I am so proud that
you want to be
part of my life.
I thank you.

* * *

Last night,
you shared yourself with me.
Your time
became our time.
Together, we shared
a long-awaited moment
and we were one
with the other.
You gave me your life,
freely, unselfishly.
I accepted it

into myself graciously,
perhaps greedily,
and I became
a part of you.
Nothing
can ever take that
from me.

* * *

I lie beside you
in the darkness of a red exit light
above us.
Silence fills the room with emptiness,
save for the hum of the refrigerator
and the beat of your heart.
I can hear it
as I rest my head against your chest.
I scratch gently at your belly.
I sense your pleasure.
I feel mine.
I lie beside you
and smell the manly scents
of your young body.
I move closer to you,
closer than I dare.
I'll take the risk,
just to be near you.
You are my life.
Let me live.

* * *

I didn't sleep much
last night,
with you there
beside me,
so very, very close,
yet,
so very, very far away.
It was beautiful,
like old times.
The memories flowed back
in multitudes,
and we were, again,
as we were before.
Wow!
What a Christmas!

* * *

I saw you in my mind today.
You were angry
at someone else.
You were crying,
fists clenched,
and screaming,
neck exploding,
face red with fire.
I went to help you.
You called me a name,
and then you hit me.
But you promised . . .

* * *

You hurt me once,
but I can't be angry
with you.
For one thing,
I know
you would never
hurt me intentionally,
and, for another,
if you DID
want to hurt me,
I wouldn't be able
to write this down.

* * *

You've been gone
almost six months now.
I miss you badly.
The good times we had,
the fun, the laughs,

the tears, the brotherhood,
the just being together.
I miss lying beside you,
feeling you close to me,
the warmth of your youth
flowing into my maturity.
I want so much
to be able to hold you,
to touch you,
to let you know
that my love for you
has not diminished
in your absence.
I wish again to lie with you,
holding you close to me,
later to swim in your scent
that lingers within the sheets
of the bed we shared.
I remember your scent
to this day.
It rests on my nostrils
as the smell of clover
rests on the evening breeze.
My desire to touch you,
to feel your magnificence
once more in my hand,
my fingers seemingly dwarfed
by your hardness,
dominates my every fantasy.
I long to make you happy,
to share the pleasure,
the intensity,
of your release,
to taste your essence,
to feel your strength
once again inside me.
Knowing I have pleased you
and loved you
will be my pleasure,
my reward.
Hurry home, S_____.
Please?

* * *

I tried not to
think of you tonight,
but the more
I didn't think of you,
the more I reminded myself
of what it was that I
wasn't thinking about,
and, of course,
I thought of you.
It isn't easy,
not thinking.

* * *

If you hadn't
entered my life
as you did,
and left me
as you did,
I would not be
in the state I'm in.
But then,
if you'd never
entered it
in the first place,
I would never
have been
in the state I was.
That makes your
leaving me
easier to handle.

* * *

I have never
suffered the pain
of the death
of a friend.
It must be terrible,
and if it feels
anything like
the emptiness
left by my father,
I pray

it's a long,
long time
before I feel it again.
You just went away,
and I cried.
I can't imagine
what would have happened
had you
died on me.

* * *

Sitting together again,
just the two of us.
You and me,
together
again.
Like old times.
Touch glasses
and toast ourselves.

It feels good
to share ourselves
again,
like this,
to know a moment
as it happens,
and hold it with us
when we part.
It feels good
to be with you
again,
as once upon a time.

Times like this
are rare, now.
More rare
than I care them
to be.
Thank you.
It's been nice.
Let's do it again,
sometime.

.....

wow, that was deep

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I knew there was a sensitive soul behind all the writing.

The power of your passion, and the hurt you felt/feel is tangible.
Thank you for sharing these most personal thoughts with us.

 

[gsdx]

The power of your passion, and the hurt you felt/feel is tangible.

I stopped feeling the hurt a long time ago when I came to my senses and admitted to myself that the guy was an asshole.

I kept them memories to remind me of better times, though, and to remind me not to be so stupid for so long if there were to be a next time.

 

[DonQuixote]

A very valuable lesson. We all visit the "School of Hard Knocks" a time or two, at least, in our lives. Lord knows I have.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I stopped feeling the hurt a long time ago when I came to my senses and admitted to myself that the guy was an asshole.

I kept them memories to remind me of better times, though, and to remind me not to be so stupid for so long if there were to be a next time.

You truly have a gift Neil, and it will come in handy again one day--never give up! Just when you don't expect it, Cupid will catch you in the eye will one of those damned arrows! HA!

A very valuable lesson. We all visit the "School of Hard Knocks" a time or two, at least, in our lives. Lord knows I have.

School of Hard Knocks?

I thought I was in the work sector all this time?

 

[Lefty]

Our Don "Q" has found his home.

No longer lost

He need not roam.

At any cost

He claims this thread

He shows his care

And that he's read

And so its fair

No longer lost

Our Don "q" has found his home.

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

I have done so much much worse

With a rhyme that was perverse

And so poetic our Mr "Q"

We dedicate this thread to you.

Auto can just get used to it...you have been the

stimuli here from the git-go my friend....

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
You make me blush.
I appreciate the efforts of our authors
of prose and verse,
Silly or gush.

But, nay, kind sir,
I cannot take claim,
'tis our good Autolycus
who earns the fame.

There 'tis truth, though,
in what you say,
for I do enjoy this great forum
as repast in my day.

And other points around
here I also roam,
from not banned and
dinner, sir? to
bunnies on the loam.

And I've been know to parry
and thrust away,
into the religious, political,
and occasional tech foray.

While we are just electronic faces
across the cyber bay,
I feel a kindred and camaraderie
with you ladies and men of all these places.

I hope I've helped a few in turmoil
to find a calmer, greener, soil.
I know my foibles and what I've been through,
and if I can encourage, or balm a few . . .
Then that brings me joy to know I've been
as Him for you.

But I'm no saint nor am I perfect,
I've warts aplenty, and tact, well,
I sometimes shirk it.

But I hope He sees my heart is pure,
and mayhaps with another stir,
a friendship boon,
who will not think me, complete a loon.

And now, I must, return the floor,
to bards with passion in their core.
Again, I thank thee, my dear Lefty,
You've a heart, too, that is mighty hefty.
And though you play at Bravado Jim,
I do sense in you, more than a bit of Him.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

HAHAHAHAHA! You guys kill me!


okay, I was saving this but I guess I could share it here.

It's actually an updated lyric for Hank Williams Jr's All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down. If you hear the song it makes more sense.




Yaaaaaa!
I think I know what my daddy meant when he sang about a lost highway
Ozzy has ten little dogs and goes to see his doctor twice a week
Robert Downey Jr's got a mansion now to hide out when he tweaks
And Madonna's breasts don't hold there shape, like they used to doooooooo

nobody wants to see tits drag the ground....(guitar/C minor)
and all my rowdy friends have settled down!

 

[SkinnyBoi87]

This one is called "Questions", I wrote it five months after my boyfriend Jack's passing.

Thoughts of the past encircle my mind.
Every slow song that comes over my speakers, I'm reminded of you.
I wish I could move on, but I don't know how.
I don't know how to deal with the pounding silence that fills the room when I turn out the lights to go to sleep.
When my nights are uneasy and insomnia has crept it's way in, I turn over to my other side to try and get comfortable.
But when I turn over, you are not there, and it hurts.
It hurts so much that I can't breathe, and I have to sit up and steady myself before I can try and get to sleep.
But the truth is, I can't sleep.
It's been five months since you were called home, and I must deal with the reality that you will never sleep beside me again.
I will never get to hold your hand again or kiss your soft, tender lips.
I'm scared that I will never find someone else that will make me feel the way you made me feel.
You told me the last time I saw you, that if you passed before we could talk again, that you wanted me to be happy.
That you didn't want me to sit around and pine your death.
Well I've tried to move on, but my heart tells me that I am not worth it.
That I had my chance at happiness, and that is now passed.
And I have to wonder, "Is this feeling right?"
Am I not worth love anymore?
Have the fates now deemed me unworthy of love because you were taken from me?
Were you my one chance at happiness?
Did I do something to deserve you being ripped away from me?
And the biggest, most scariest question of all now envelopes my thoughts,
"Did I truly deserve you?"​

 

[Kulindahr]

^ That's a total gem.

Many thoughts there echo my thoughts and feelings when as I came out, friends and family ditched me.

Awesome.