POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[oakpope]

Great lines Cisto_teen. Welcome here.
I like them, they're elegant.

But is your book really open to all to read ? Sometimes the cover is misleading, and books are contained in others, lines within lines. What is exposed ? Skin, blood, vessel, meat, heart, brain ?

 

[cisco_teen]

Oooh, I like that thought. Its not something I considered... when I wrote it, It was more about how I try to live my life like an open book, and I try not to deny my history, the skeletons in the closet, all the bad that comes with the good . But like us all, I am only human, you know? Nobody is perfect, and we all have things we hide, or 'write in the margins' if you will. And what about reading between the lines, like you mentioned.

Furthermore, the anatomical viewpoint is a particularly fascinating one too... as a healthcare professional, I have a special understanding of the human body, and in my mind I can peel back the layers, or turn the pages if you will, going from skin to fat to muscle to bone, and all the organs in between. Or maybe as you flip through the book you see the changes in the body over time, as we are all temporal creatures, and the beauty of growth and development, the power of maturity, and then the inevitable decline into old age and ultimately death

 

[cisco_teen]

Just something I wrote a while back when I had some writers block, trying to get started on a school paper

Wicked Cursor

Oh, wicked cursor, blinking before me
Tempting me to type without abandon
You incessantly prompt my attention
Beg me to put out
Plead for input
Yet, you are never satisfied
Oh, wicked cursor, wont you stop teasing me?

 

[refujiunderground]

me so horny

i'm so excited
and i just can't hide it
i'm about to lose my mind
and i want to, i want to
not really interested in having
sex
but i want to pulverize
my meat to some good ole fashion
porn
jerk jerk jerk
work work work
until my dick burps burps burps
out cum
and then i'm just gonna let it run
all over a tissue, all over my pajamas
damn i love masturbating

 

[DrewT90]

Blind, purposes fade to black...life's little heart attack. Bittersweet moments spent, lifeless and failing..life's unhelpful hand railing. Look at me like I look at you...what are we to do? I feel lost and in doubt wondering which way is my out. Take me away from this place....above all time and space, another long lost face...in the end a faded disgrace.

 

[oakpope]

Farewell

Looking into your eyes
I don't see the light any more
Angry clouds, sudden lightnings
I search for shadows of the past
To no avail, just the void

The coldness of your regard
Chill my bones, chill my heart
How could I ignite the fire again ?
Is there some ambers left ?
Alas your iris are the colour of ashes

My heart wants to jump through my orbits to reach you
But you're blinking, shielding your emotions
I half raise my arm, you're backing away
I so wish to scream the words that would touch you
But your quiet distance strangle me

I would sell my soul to go back in time
In these moments when your hand was in mine
When you and I meant together
when you sensed my pulse and knew it was meant to you
and I could brush your chest, hearing your sweet whispers

But the harmony has been broken
Unerving that there is no one to blame
Time slowing, routines, small stabs at passion
Eyes that don't see the other anymore
Mouthes which don't search for the fever

How to revive love ?
You and I we haven't been able to find the recipe
It's too late now
Your bags are down there
Your body is at the door
Your mind is miles away from mine
Farewell my lover

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

I can finally self medicate but ain't got (cactus) jack to show for it.

Well... every party needs a pregame anywayz.

Certain Times for Certain Kinds: For Certain Finite "Fine"'s

You wanna... settle down

but [7]

I always liked you all ways
In all your ways
Even though you'll always
Be a ways away from my way and my
Ways
A way simpler way:
Ain't no way

I wanna... simmer down

but [7]

You're part in part
Partially paired with my part
Lost art to share apart
High time to pare a part
Find the art in the depart
In parting, side part under parts
From my part asunder imparted in part

We'd better... end this now

and [7]

You'll have more certain times
For your more certain kinds
I got a certain mind
Certain to stay resign
We'll spare those certain lines
For this uncertain bind
I'll be the godless good in your goodbye

[2]I'll be fucking great and automate this behavior
[1]And when it ain't about your choler you can "holla" at me "later"

O!

 

[MJay2011]

MJay,
Emotional, sensual but beyond. Very powerful.

Thank you DonQuixote!

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Well, here's a poem I made by accident
Figures since I'm now an accident made into a poem.

The Plainest Words I'll Have ever Blurbed: A good for as it gets

You know what, since you're never online that much

and you don't regularly check your inbox

i'll just leave you this message and you can read it when you read it

i've never really talked to a guy i liked about liking him before, and you tried to have sex with me, so you're probably the perfect guy to try this out on if you don't mind

anyways, i'm just gonna get this off my chest

so i guess it all started when we went to red door and you gave us a ride.

you were nicer than that colored guy you were with

and we had a bit of a moment when we were dancing together. i wasn't





super happy then, but there was something simple about you that cheered me up. maybe it was the way you smile or complemented my dancing.

back then i had a small crush on likando because everybody thought he liked me

and i wasn't really trying to crush on anybody

but i added you on facebook because there was something i liked about you

after seeing you a couple more times at stage when we were playing i didn't think anything would happen, but you seemed nice enough

then that one day you got drunk





you were running around talking about how your ex-girlfriend you talked about the first time i met you

had killed your baby or something

i tried to calm you down

it took a long time of running across the streets

apologizing for your outburts

and smelling your farts

so when we were alone

i was holding you up

outside kick and whistle

i was holding you up because i wanted to make sure you didn't run away

but maybe mostly because you have such a nice damn body

i can't believe i just said that

well, i guess i've already told a girl something similar

it's actually a bit easier with guys

so anywho




i felt a little guilty for grabbing you a bit while i was holding you up

but i thought it was the least i deserved for keeping you out of trouble

i think you might've noticed

that's why you whispered something in my ear about being bisexual when we got close to the res

i didn't think you were going to do anything with me even when you told me you were bisexual

i was more concerned about keeping you safe

that was hard enough

you're a feisty drunk

i didn't even expect anything when you started trying to be all sexy when you took off your clothes




i tried my hardest to sleep on the floor, but the floor was so cold




i couldn't stop shivering




and you kept calling me in to the bed




and you were... naked




so that when you asked me about the touching each other's penis's thing




and i told you that you were very attractive but i didn't feel comfortable doing it with you that drunk




i was burning up with lust




i didn't want my first time, with anyone, to be like that




and you held me or something




and i almost exploded




so i turned over




it was almost romantic



until you told me to get out the bed




which was cute in a way




and threw up

when you were hunched over the toilet naked

although holding you was nice, it was clear that i had gotten to know your body way more than you

the next morning was almost worse

you were so cranky with your headache

went it started to go away, you were kinda nice again

but after that you didn't really try that hard to contact me

the only thing that brought us back together was nicki

and there was that one time we video chatted

but




at this rate there's not much more video chatting to be had

so i guess the conclusion i'm left with

you're probably the first guy i could ever realistically have seen myself doing something with

we have like nothing in common

which normally bothers me

but with you it's almost okay



because you care enough to ask about me




i don't get that a lot

but we hardly talk

and for all i know, you could be using me to get into america



it's happened before

part of me wants to keep up this crush on you



but most me knows that's a bad idea

well...



that's all
no pressure
just had to get that off my chest
sorry i wrote so much

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Blind, purposes fade to black...life's little heart attack. Bittersweet moments spent, lifeless and failing..life's unhelpful hand railing. Look at me like I look at you...what are we to do? I feel lost and in doubt wondering which way is my out. Take me away from this place....above all time and space, another long lost face...in the end a faded disgrace.

Your poetry has shown an interesting evolution.

 

[freefall]

Hey, I've forgotten about this thread
Glad to see some activity here

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Behind the Beyond

Fear is like a worrisome envisaging
And thereby again, we are resting
Under heavily looped archs threatening
To erase the ones never retaliating

Encounters are sublime and surreal
Underneath the scar-covered veil
Before pillars crack onto the hill
Of martyrs seldom vigilant to reveal
Puzzled riddles beneath the wheel

The shores however shimmer soon
In the clash of a furrowing moon
As wolves devour the sunken noon
Eternally reborn into a hurt dune

Gliding beyond reality and hallucinations
Toward the hazy roads of obscure nations
Prior to the awaited spawning desolations

Store the pain in petals of cotton
Like thoughfully persevered pollen
Which would stay any way but sullen

Be the absolute darkest star which absorbs
The supposed-to-be endlessly shining orbs

And the semi-delirious moths strive
Inebriated always by an euphoric drive
Just to escape and hide and survive
Down into the bubbly lakes to thrive

Here, behind the colourful upholsted wall
The papers blot and stain as they then fall
Severely torn into pieces ridiculously small
But they are not here for long in this hall
Where the torrents resolves into a squall

Surging beyond facts and fictions
The borders are but not indignations
They can never revert the millions

Running beyond my yesterday and your tomorrow
Attempting to forget as we go with the flow
Before crystal spheres shatter in sorrow
Premonitions and visions becoming hollow
Diminishing involunteerily the stable glow
Of whatever seems to cause a chaotic blow

 

[Lefty]

Son of a beach by One

Ay,


those are my footprints
there in the sand..
in the places my teardrops
have failed to land

Riptide thoughts were all aswirl
squatting on that empty shore
Bereft of friends and lovers too
fighting memories even more
cold and clammy on a moonlit night
a hearts blood bleeding out
By the dawning light finally clean
and now beyond all doubt

washed away in the gloaming
out past the rand
those were my footprints
there...in the sand

 

[freefall]

Exodus

Hungry refugees, we are to the strangers
An alien eyesore, we are to the citizens
Enemies in disguise, we are to the empire
Scrapped vagabonds, we are to the wanderers
Misguided souls, we are to the priests
Dangerous robbers, we are to passers-by
And just our true selfs, we are to ourselves;
We are who we judge ourselves to be as

(Do not ever let your spirit and rhythm loose
We are beside you, ready to half your burdens
We are in this together always and forever
For the sake of our almost extinct ideologies
And to then resurrect them again sometime
In the sought futuristic city of promises)

Anthems and flags, we forget long time ago
As footsteps become fossils and are grated
By the ruthless winds condemning our moves
From our first rebelling thought to migrate
Wars and peace, you are not the jury here
Audiences you are now to watch and mumble
The consequences of your reckless actions
That drove us mad and clumsy, to the point

(Deserts might be cruel and unfriendly
But the rain is destined to descend
So as to turn the barrens into green;
We can never turn back to that place
Where we are morally banned from)

When will the pursuing time lapse once again?
As our feet are severely bruised and wounded
Our breaths disperse forcefully in the clouds
And dull beats from our leaping hearts indicate
We are already dead from all the desperation;
The escape can no longer sustain our vitality
We need a warm permanent shelter, regardless of
Whether we are unwanted or treated with hostility

(No matter how unrealistic our hopes are to all
No matter if we are holding on a fragile thread
There must be somewhere we can belong to again
In this short time, within the exploited chest
Something to accomplish, obtain, and rejuvenate)

When we collapse away, do not resuscitate us
We have no home here and we are ready to go
To the second place which embraces us all
With or without your consent to arrest

Suffocating repetitiously under the harsh pressure
In this seemingly infinite sprinters' looping tracks
Your reassurances have lost their miraculous effects
In case you have failed to notice the dying progresses
Due to your biased opinions about unreal distant oases

(Unrealistic dreamers, we are to the pessimists
A novel inspiration, we are to the philosophers
Relentless runners, we are to the vagabonds
Insensible fools, we are to the aristocrats
Thoughtless triers, we are to the cowards
Ostensible fighters, we are to the sarcastic
And just our true selfs, we are to ourselves;
We are who we judge ourselves to be as
This I return back to you as a reminder)

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Hah, speaking of hungry... well at least in the first line...
until I find a more secure, less narcissistic storage space I'ma keep dumping my poems here:

Moodie's mood: For food


In the kitchen
Whine no dine just bitchin
Now you gon pull a switch in
Tell me that I'm chicken

Well my

Stomach's grumblin
Head in the oven
Rather have me some me
Than soup of sum of nothings

Cause it...
Ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
I said ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
Ain't no reason'n
For all your season'n
Plain pepper just bleeds my gut

It's like you like my hopes high
So you can stand on your ass and sit by
As my hopes crush themselves
Falling from the sky

The nerve
To think you a throw me a curve
Better toss me that salad
To shrink my meaty palate

Cause it...
Ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
I said ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
Ain't no reason'n
Plain pepper just bleeds my gut

From acai to mochi mochiko
Sadza back to pao de quejio
Ain't nothing for me that ain't here
So would you please move from my stove?

If you wanna

Bake me something
Make me nothings
Just not so sweet
My feet bleed the saccharine

You
Can't never cook nothing no way
Yes
I bet you make a real mean PB and J
But
You know I'm allegric to your nuts
Me?
Since better with the tea than just the bag
No
Wouldn't like your cream or sugar with that


All beef patty?
Special sauce?
Your prepacked cracks leave the reality off

Cause it...
Ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
I said ain't no lettuce
No damn lettuce
Wasn't no lettuce cut
Ain't no reason'n
For all your season'n
Fat trimmings' all you got

 

[andysayshi]

There once was a man from Leeds,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
Great tufts of grass
Shot out of his arse
And his cock was all covered in weeds.

 

[freefall]

Independence Day

Let us march upon the yellow brick road
You can be the proud trumpet blower
I shall thus become the hoped messenger
Whistling the eve across stiff brigades

Over once again the timid blunt edges
Enemies ambush as soldiers retaliate
And when some cowards attempt secretly
Suicide pacts and miserable faint notes
Just as cornered cannons about to shoot
The victorious bomb that turns the table

Is it? The fixed state of fortified positions
How stern the dying spirit scorch the rain
Into gems that glisten and emit fought bliss

Bring about, bright cascading fireworks!
Paint the walls unto moods and courage!

Merge and blaze, retained bell towers!
Toll and ring until the interval of ages!

So there are no fear
So there are only thrill
So there are no dismay
So there are only rejoice
So there are no doubt
So there are only trust
So there are no desolation
So there are only resolution
So there are no interference
So there are only enhancement

Hidden, behind ruined palaces of marble
Underneath the murderous fiery sky fleets
The sole flag waves in the fragrant wind
And rich anthems verified by dead heroes
Then rotate through the rebuilding nation

Let us trek beyond the protective dome
I will be the brave, mighty gunslinger
You can then be the idolised jolly minstrel
For a day after the everlasting doomsday
A second to multiply; here comes the saint

Take and defy and fly, unlimited hymns!
So we can begin with scratches and noise

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

I can finally self medicate but ain't got (cactus) jack to show for it.

Well... every party needs a pregame anywayz.

Certain Times for Certain Kinds: For Certain Finite "Fine"'s

You wanna... settle down

but [7]

I always liked you all ways
In all your ways
Even though you'll always
Be a ways away from my way and my
Ways
A way simpler way:
Ain't no way

I wanna... simmer down

but [7]

You're part in part
Partially paired with my part
Lost art to share apart
High time to pare a part
Find the art in the depart
In parting, side part under parts
From my part asunder imparted in part

We'd better... end this now

and [7]

You'll have more certain times
For your more certain kinds
I got a certain mind
Certain to stay resign
We'll spare those certain lines
For this uncertain bind
I'll be the godless good in your goodbye

[2]I'll be fucking great and automate this behavior
[1]And when it ain't about your choler you can "holla" at me "later"

O!

I used my bonus who now to do what the fuck now?

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Oh never mind...

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

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

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

Never mind.

Here I am all broken hearted ...

well, you know the rest

We sure do lol.

 

[refujiunderground]

this is a poem i wrote out of anger


i want my respect
don't make me have to put some bullets in your neck
to force it up out of you
punk fuckers getting disrespectful so this is what i'ma do
i'ma get the creeping
and then i'ma catch you when you sleeping
put the gun to your head
then i'll leave it up to you to chose on whether to live
or start leaking
i know you're disturbed by the words you're reading
but i could give a fuck less what you think
i get pissed off quicker than you could blink
then makes me drain the life out of you like water going down a sink
hit you with a headshot, traces of brain matter looking all pink