POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Well cum newbs.

Here's one for some:

I'll give you Nomance: A Festive Roll for Brightsided die

Tell you, all your friends
Next time you around
Dance up on that ceiling
Don't let me warp your space down
I reside to hide from that darksided brightside
I'm not a moth to dance to chandelier light
Well you got the foolproof shoes
Good for a mile atop my fool's blues
While I'll just stay blue
And y'all have hues

Tell you, all your friends
To play their lives loud
Don't worry about bass
The rest drowns me out
I'll close another door, not like you would want in
Sing my bad ass song, least the beat is thumpin
Ain't no harmony can reach me
Actually like this shit_on_nancy
I'll play melopees
To your gay forte

Tell you, all your friends
Go on and make out
Say love with your tongue
Listen with your mouth
That's what my hand is for, to make sure I got me
Or when I need help taking breaks from living
When you take breaks from tastin
Call on me the gremlin
Don't cry for me, Love
I've got rub

 

[oakpope]

A waste :

the last glimmer of light fades away
gray shades turn to darkness in defeat
the breath is shallow

some birds tweets remain but recess slowly
echoes to echoes to silence finally
the limbs are limp

vanilla smelling is mere memory
coppery dust volutes settle down now
the rot is within

thoughts of last meal are like neddles picks
empty remembrances of past delicacies
the worms are feeding

in the bed what has lived should be dead
in this house no souls reside anymore
but a crippled man withered by his own faults

you should not mourn his passing
he has willed his own demise
he should die in a minute, just wait and go

 

[DonQuixote]

Our Poetry thread has turned
to the introspective,
even darkened tone.

E T, phone home!

 

[Lefty]

Message from Home

When father sun goes down
and the dark invades the town
all looks inky dank and black
Mother moon takes up the slack

Breaking through the clouds we see
Her stars appearing for you and me
Bringing forth a warm night light
laving souls 'til the morning bright

Go forth now and love someone
Now before another day is done
If your heart is pure and true
A brand new world belongs to you.

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Donnie,

I ain't that dude you called ET
And that was just a part of me
A simple part as you can see
Of the SoCal boy they call Lefty
Drinks and Smokes and then run free
Laugh and cry and swim the sea
Scale a rock or climb a tree
Ride a horse and dine on abalone
Skip the fake and ignore the phony
Having a heart is the very first key
I am what I am and that makes me.
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Thirty.......EH?

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
A thoughtful verse
of Mother Earth's

On this Earth Day
I must say,
It's quiet and reflective,
a very nice perspective.

'Tis about time
to bid adieu to this rhyme
I must be off in the next hour
to work some more
in the flower

 

[Kulindahr]

Ode to Soporifics


O soporific!
Wondrous elixir!
I take you
Zzz zz z
Zz z z zzz
Zz Zz Zz.

 

[Lefty]

When I died

Not one sighed

So few cried

At my grave

All were so brave

with a good bye wave

I heaved and sighed

and out loud cried

I have not died

Thats not my goal

A now lost soul

In some dirty hole

I have to tell

A fiery pit in hell

would do as well

I am really on high

And watching you

until you die

and then join me

we can learn to be

for once and truly free.
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About a million years ago
when I was so young and innocent
i wrote the below ditty
might have shared it here before
it is a bit juvenile but.........


feathered angels sit aloft
on fleecy clouds so light and soft
keeping vigil from above
on all creation with infinite love.

 

[Lefty]

An oh so emotional vampyre

my very blood you doth desire

You use my heart as the drain

To posses my very brain

Sucking away all that you can

leaving nothing of the man

You thrust me from your nightbound bed

make me yearn to be now among the dead

but alas, I am unable yet to just expire

from your cold kiss, my beloved vampyre.

 

[Autolycus]

Distraught

A note, a frigging little note!
A yellow Post-it note,
Stuck upon our bedroom door
Saying that you'd gone for sure.
You'd not the guts to say goodbye;
That our love was over, you'd met
Some other guy.
Now all that's left other than this note
Is the button I wear on a string.
The tiny pearly little thing, popped off your shirt
When we first made love.
I hope you're happy with your friend,
Who'd think our love could end.
A note a little note -
Stuck upon our bedroom door
That's tossed me off
Like some used whore.

 

[Lefty]

Yo Autolycus dude


Fact of life

The man that can bleed

Spilling his hearts seed

Seizing the lead

when he knows of need

He that takes that heed

That is the MAN in DEED.

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Remember, it takes a lot of stone

to cobble the road.

The twisted path also turns


and this.

Fine wine, fine whiskey and fine people improve with age.

Sour grapes, bad grain and bums get thrown out.

You Pick, You choose, You win, you lose.

Then you get up fresh from the snooze


....EH....

 

[Whipped]

Chad's Dream

"You're wearing jeans you should not be,"
the sheriff said. "You know that cowboys wear
one brand of jeans and you are not in them.
So now, my boys, I guess we'll have to see
all seven asses whipped until they're threads
and asses show they've been soundly whipped.
Enforcer says he'll whip each ass until it stings.
To show your welts and cause in town all heads
to turn I'll take you bareassed for your lunch.
You are all men who move with regal poise.
As one you'll strut, a smooth flowing stream
of sexy, handsome bullwhipped young cowboys:
TC and Jake and Indie, Dean, JJ - a handsome bunch.
And Boi as well." Then whipped Chad ends his dream

 

[Lefty]

The longest road runs down the hall
go you now and if you stumble or you fall
scratches and bruises matter not at all
Heed it now the beseeching call
Stiffening lip and now standing tall
No time left for thinking small
So few emotions left to maul
Raise that hand grasp to the wall
Its time to totter... down the hall.

 

[DonQuixote]

Forsooth,
Forthwith,
I've not been here
To read what myth?

Some vere profound
is now around.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Isms

Y'all are plenty good enough for me; I just need someone to be good enough to me.

I want to be needed, but I need to be wanted.

It's the burden of humanity that seems to necessitate the presence of other humans.

I prepare for the worst. If it comes, I'm ready; if not, I'm delighted.

 

[Lefty]

^
If one wants others to want them

One has to want others first.

Butterflies go to Buttercups

Horsey flies go to Horseyshit.

Comprehension breeds comprehension

Only contempt breeds only comtempt

Love yourself as much as you love others

Others will love you as they love themselves.

To play the lonely cards in a game

Is to play only a game of solitaire.

It takes at least two to tangle

and it takes at least two to tango.

I say EH?

EH I say!

 

[freefall]

Lucky I always check in here; skimming five months of posts in days won't do at all. Great stuff, gruff especially Tzu's Fear project You made me initiate my own Fear project

For the appetizer anyway:
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Promenade

Young boys chasing pretty girls
Like butterflies searching flowers
Nothing is complicated
When the veils are uncovered
True equations and notations
Scribbled on dirty walls
Threads are snipped off again
And dolls become motionless

If all those are to be right
Then visions are false
But if everything is correct
Now where are we standing at?

When reasons clearly have errors
What is left for us to have faith in?
Vaguely vanish in the dead of days
And so are theories to guide us through

Convention are good and protectve
But they are left obsolete and abandoned
No longer updated for current issues
Inducing confusion and complications

Black coffee with lemon and cream
For a dip along the tea time
Striding through fragrant lilac bushes
Umbrellas on hand in case it rains
Messengers come late running
Being only a nation apart
Ghosts morph into hungry ghouls
Terrifying children in sleep

Let us kneel down awhile
To revive, not retire
What is going on right now?
If only there were a standard

Have you ever given time for yourself?
To think outside the box
That all you see around every day
Is probably just a dreamer’s mirage

I really want to take everything
If only there were no boundaries
From anxious rooms where babies are born
Breathing warm steam all the way

Galleries of forgotten paintings
Lined along the glass hallways
Covered in gold dust
Along the red providences
Here our heart beats stop a second
When we walk out of the exhibition
Gaining almost nothing
Losing almost nothing

 

[DonQuixote]

Welcome Back, Freefall.

I ponderous piece,
Pensive perambulations, indeed.

I'm not sure if my fuzzy brain is quite up to the challenge
at this wee hour of morn.

 

[Lefty]

Three a.m. and I remember.

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

When i was little,,
Playboy mags got you a seat in hell
and potatoe salad was soul food.


It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

When I wasn't tall
a scraped knee got a kiss with a be careful.
and television had 3 channels until 10 p.m.

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

when I was a dumb kid
face to face didn't mean phone to phone
and fast food was bacon and eggs no toast.

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

When I was little
Firecracker not cars went boom
and the big kids had all the fun.

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

When I wasn't tall
many of the rides said you had to be
And three conies was a belly ach

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember

When I was a dumb kid
I always had all the answers
And no one asked the dumb kid

It's 3 a.m. and
I remember
It's 3 a.m. and
I remember.

 

[jackmanor]

Forgive me, lefty.

It's 3 a.m.,
No time to weep;
Memories must
For ever sleep.

 

[LilVirgin]

i found this poem on the net i don't know where but i find it interesting it's kind of dark (i love Dark Poetry)...

Bored for want of pain not enough demons in your dreams invent some. Shadows can be made real if you kill in their name. Shades of grey threaten certainty a dulled razor slits few wrists unacceptable! Sharpen me upon your authority and name yourself as enemy. War drums made from children's skins beaten with their bones pass your sins to the unborn commit them to your god so they can burn in your place Reap the rewards of your virtues, collected on scythes of unbending thought words turn into blades and bullets and harvest tears and pain. The sword cuts in all ways and you act so surprised the demons you've taken to bed someday turn on you. Someday today welcome home father..