POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[Lefty]

Theres a worm in my feces

Placed here by a species

Grown from a faggot

that was laid by a maggot

No rubber was used

And my butts been abused.
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I know ...its lousy
but it rhymes

Courtesy... gift for nine of clubs....

 

[NineOfClubs]

^I never intended to start anything like this!

 

[Lefty]

^

I feel like I've been 86ed by the 9er.

A gesture of caring,

scorned ... spurned

 

[freefall]

Repost! Repost!

Nameless Outsiders

Today
Is the first time
I make contacts
With substances
Out there
Beyond
Reasons

They object
You praise
I am puzzled

Belief
Distrust
Are double-edged swords
For improper logic
Into faith
Or sarcasm

Too many questions
Too much doubts
Not enough time

And all of those
Digested
Conceived
Adaptation is fatal
So is provocation
And ignorance too

Is it crime?
To be different

Back to the basic
The fed up state
Orgasmic
The original
Yet artificial

Try to forget
Not pretend
Or fake

I will never explain again

 

[thevofl]

Hick, Dick, Dock
My asshole swallows cock.

 

[Lefty]

eye know knot

I

have loved

been here

done that

gaping hole

dripping cock

I

have missed

being real

doing life

grabbing hold

seeking love

and all

for naught

 

[Lefty]

The disillusionment

it wasn't heaven sent

the bowels of hell

made the hackles swell

And for those that died....

my people cried

this hateful hurdle

my soul

its goal

did curdle.


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obtuse..maybe..me surely

we all need a home

 

[Lefty]

be honest guys.. blunt and honest....but

have sombebody ready to staunch the wounds.

i won't erase this though i should....

ok

one less closet

but still my neighborhood....and fudge you ass hats, smart asses wouldn't
be so bad if fucked and sucked appropriately and with aplomb......

Bye for a bit..I'm having a depression and previntil moment

 

[Lefty]

DIDJAHAFTA

did ja haf ta

shred my heart again

did ja haf ta

shed my self esteem

did ja haf ta

make me want to do die?

did ja?

Hafta?

 

[DonQuixote]

OK, I've been running out of available hours in the day,
and have not yet been able to get current in what people here have had to say.

But, tonight I endeavor to fix that slight,
for your lyrical verse holds great might.

Freefall, my friend, I somehow missed
your post #468 when it hit the list.

Nameless Outsiders is an interesting poem,
And I just ran out of steam - more to come on a different day.

 

[Lefty]

your steam

his cream

my dream

BYE

 

[Lefty]

Hey stupid...

stop breathing

end of conflict















astupid

 

[freefall]

Still connected to Diabolic Sacrament and Nameless Outsiders. Mind not the weird languages---they're gibberish I invented

Chanting the Mystic

Under several powers
Spellbound staves immaculate
Tomes are not regulating
Hopeless monks gone berserk

Late; hate;
Go to the abandoned ruins
Then kneel down and meditate

Evil angels plod out
To kill every infant
Runes are who order them
Not the almighty God

(ah khya lbu) I call out to no avail
(ah khya lbu) Inside the null cage of sorrow
(ah khya lbu) A rusted sword as only weapon
(ah khya lbu) All I can do to spill tar-like blood

Sunken cathedrals emit
Forgotten escapes
What elders perceive to be false
Long long time ago

Prayers are insane
Not original anymore
Do not stand for anything holy
Instead they summon vile fiends

(fuj zo rsa) (fuj zo rsa) Mystic chants
(fuj zo rsa) (fuj zo rsa) Are my shattered pillars
(fuj zo rsa) (fuj zo rsa) Voluptuous and volatile
(fuj zo rsa) (fuj zo rsa) The only thing I can trust now

Not a religious sermon
Can aid me any good
The time I decide to follow
What my heart says

In my chest pain
I am still attached
But they had deluded
The kind enchantments

Go to the abandoned ruins
Then kneel down and meditate
Then you realise it is too late
The hatred has defiled all

(yre bktu uo) (yre bktu uo)
(yre bktu uo) (yre bktu uo)
(yre bktu uo) (yre bktu uo)
(yre bktu uo) (yre bktu uo) There is nothing left for me to speak

Ail juitet uy vozya dek wab (I delete all I have learnt)
Ii quig mearg (As they confuse)
Louondce ea sukti fva (Never will I devote again)

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Some pretty sounding gibberish, and that's coming from a ling major. Your made up language was pretty good as well.

Jk jk, loved your poem. I hope there comes a time when gays and religion are not so embattled. But till then, nice angst.

Here's a stoopid poem I'm going to improvise right now based off of three lines of a chat.

Don't blame me for ruining this thread, Lefty sent me upon you:

Unfinishing Bidness

Buy the bye, but I eyed the eye
I may let-lose the tie
But won first to starting line

I can fine find in my mined mind
But rather not fines that bind

Me to squee for false glee fee
Of thee to pee recit-trocities

Better off, 1/2 off alone with coco-moans
Sticks and stones set to beget groans

But I'll give it one more "one more go"
Self-disservicing serves some debts I owe

"Oh please take our wasted times"
... Till I get my own and I am mine

 

[Lefty]

wennie,,,,
you horses ass
head of class
I liked it
thats no shitcome to think f it
you can share frreebies apartment
he was/is here thus first surcease...
and always say please.

me first......welcome to the family/

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

No. No I cannot.

But here's a non-improvised one:

A Past-Post-Modern, Jaded Afro-Separatist's Ode to the Compensatory Benefits of the AARP to the Advancement of the Aspiring Misanthropic Hermit's Lifestyle​

or

I
Stay
Sleep​

Nate is weepin: time for sleepin
All but three, now not a peep in
Hazy daze and glazing gaze
How life was made
Where I stay sleep
Steady counting sheep

Now I lay me down to feast
To eat to live to live to eat
I pray my heart the lard hard to keep
Pretty kids at discount buys
Cool and clothes can't fill this appetite
While I stay sleep
Counting calendars creep

Where does it go if not the hips?
If Maslow knew, he'd be so pissed
Wish I'd belong and feel the warm
But I don't and won't so pass the... corn
Then I stay sleep
Counting moons creep

Just gimme
MP3's
Nice cheap eats
Some sleep ease
And leave me
Sleeping
Dreaming
Counting
Creeping
Till I'm
Good and
Pruny

Why should I me waste to wake
Ain't nothin at stake worth steak
Such hubris, thinking I'll be missed
Small contingence ain't worth Nirvanan bliss
So I stay sleep
Counting shadow's creep

If service pays my living fees
I'll save up surplus for groceries
Matric, BA maybe MD
Disservice served till I'm debt freed
And I'll stay sleep
Counting cock's crows creep

Searched far as I care to see
There's no one, nothing but food and sleep
Beard, goatee maybe I'll be
Fairweather's do make a pretty scene
But back to sleep
Counting primetime's creep
Nine to five plus hour man
The best I can sans grand destin
How much more's there to my fee
Than intent reciprocity
Well, I stay sleep
Counting longhands creep

When the mascarade is [STRIKE]good[/STRIKE] bad and done
The misanthrope goes in for fun
Day to day till get away
No guilt for I can be replaced
So I stay sleep
Counting TICKs, One one thousand Mississippi Heartbeats, TOCKs creep

Till I'm 60
Get what's owed me
Solace and the sea
I'll be free
Of humanities
Just sleep and eats
Games and MP3's
Rest easy
Never did want me
Steady leave me not be
and

I'll be woke.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Here I sit all broken-hearted
Came to s...

oh, wait, I just remembered where I saw that.

Never mind.

Ah the classics. Truly a lost [STRIKE]f[/STRIKE]art...

 

[Lefty]

Okay

sock cukerrs and hasats too

we has a new boy in town

i may not love what he says

but sure as XXXX

I loves how he says it

YOU

 

[Lefty]

spread your legs guys

the bumper squad

may have a new junk yard

btw asshole miscreants

i'm first in line.

 

[LongShot23]

Thanks for giving me the chance to post, guys. This just came out in the last ten minutes. It's unpolished but here it is anyway:


Angels and Demons dancing in the twilight
Idle, dancing in a secluded spot

Idle

No one to praise
No one to punish
None to guard or seduce

Idle

We have gone our separate ways
As we learned to carry our own horns and hooves
As we revel soaring on our glorious wings

We all move about blessing and cursing
each other and ourselves

Idle