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Arania
01-04-2007, 05:47 PM
I was thinking about this last night - this should be fun.

Write a poem using exactly the words that come to your head at that moment. It works easiest if you just start speaking and then stop when a thought is completed. Make sense? Here's an example:

Tiny tots
Glow silently
On edges
Of steel
Perfume.

You must, as in most of these, use the last line of the previous poem to begin yours. Don't try to make it make sense, sometimes you'll find that they do anyway. That's the fun in it. --

And don't worry about looking stupid, for me, that ship has sailed.

Triskele
01-04-2007, 08:26 PM
perfume
whispers
on the breath
of a morning
gasp

Petrarch's Love
01-04-2007, 10:07 PM
OK, I'll give it a go.

Crown
Brothers
Smothered
In the tower
Puffy
White
Death

(Is it too obvious that I'm going over my lesson plan for Richard III :lol: )

ktd222
01-04-2007, 10:10 PM
OK, I'll give it a go.

Crown
Brothers
Smothered
In the tower
Puffy
White
Death

(Is it too obvious that I'm going over my lesson plan for Richard III :lol: )

Forget cliff notes, I'm using your poem as my study guide:D

ktd222
01-04-2007, 10:12 PM
coffee
ice
cream
mmmmmmm
can't
breat......

Anthony Furze
01-04-2007, 10:34 PM
breat......h
looks good
when caught
mid
sentence

JackShea
01-04-2007, 10:46 PM
dreams
screams
sharing
caring
daring
to
be sober!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Arania
01-04-2007, 11:28 PM
To be sober-
One of the many pleasurable
Moments
In life's
Ice - cream like
Bliss.

Good job, guys. Thanks for catching on and not making me look like a loser. Lol.

JackShea
01-04-2007, 11:32 PM
There are no losers on this site!

Pendragon
01-04-2007, 11:40 PM
bliss
indeed is
what we search for
always looking never finding
wondering if by the same token
our heart must ever remain
broken
shattered
busted
ruined
left behind...

Il Penseroso
01-04-2007, 11:45 PM
Left behind
beyond the catalogue
of chosen couples,
silent slipping
into sleep
alone and unfoiled.

Arania
01-05-2007, 12:34 AM
Alone and unfoiled
Like waiting for sunset
In cream-colored
Pants
That reflect
Just the sky.

Il Penseroso
01-05-2007, 02:08 AM
Just the sky
caressing blue,
big as a plate
patterned in fluff
filling the mind
above.

Pendragon
01-05-2007, 10:48 AM
above
the clouds there is
a sun that shines
when we don't see it
above
the storm there is
a calm that waits
there for us
above
the darkness of the night
stars are twinkling brightly
above
the trouble in our life
where we can't seem to find it
peace can still be found
above

Il Penseroso
01-05-2007, 04:08 PM
Above
in limpid circles
crusted in a silver sheen,
screen to the pale
empty void,
clouds creep their path
silhouettes in the sky.

Arania
01-05-2007, 05:40 PM
Silhouettes in the sky
Make promises like giants
In effort to recall
Their past lives.

Triskele
01-05-2007, 11:53 PM
silhouettes in the sky
bring silent life
to a shadows shout
sound from a canyon
scream of natures rage
brings an echo
without a noise
and a day bereft of sorrow

Arania
01-06-2007, 02:19 AM
And a day bereft of sorrow
Cought glimpses
Of gypsies
In gowns of golden
Treason.

keizi
01-06-2007, 09:36 AM
treason
of the past
still lingering in your head
like a cloud of mist
hanging right before your eyes

Pendragon
01-06-2007, 09:50 AM
hanging right before your eyes
floating softly in the breeze
without any cares at all
barely has to flap its wings
dainty downy blue butterfly
rides upon the gentle breeze
all my life I’ve wished my days
could be spent in days like these

http://www.wildaboutbritain.co.uk/files/adonis-blue-butterfly-stuart.jpg

ktd222
01-06-2007, 10:41 AM
Gimme an I
Gimme a C
Gimme an E
Gimme a C
Gimme an R
Gimme an E
Gimme an A
Gimme an M
What does that spell?

Triskele
01-06-2007, 04:46 PM
summertime...is it easy?
people dancin' to be crazy
chaos heatspells floatin'
past the walls of color crime
gunsmoke floats gently
o'er the red blacktop
children play,the youth dies
in this short-end season
of the echo of past restraint

Arania
01-06-2007, 07:32 PM
That was really cool, Triskele.

People are putting
Feet forward
and climbing
The esscence
That is
Perspiration.

jgx
01-06-2007, 09:10 PM
That was really cool, Triskele.

People are putting
Feet forward
and climbing
The esscence
That is
Perspiration.

that is the
tonic the
honey juice
the liqouired bottled up
cause
of
intoxicated trances
sweat is
the burban urban

give me a bottle
they a steps I goto
walk
and it's gona get
dawk too soon must
get down to business
yea I am spent
but still
gota put my sweat
up for rent

Arania
01-06-2007, 10:39 PM
Heh, that was really cool, jgx.

Up for rent
says her heart
with vivid dreams
of images
unknown
to the human eye.

Arania
01-08-2007, 01:03 AM
To the human eye
We see something
Unreasonable,
Yet for someone
Else
It´s a dream
Uncorruptable
Unsecceptable
to the outside
World of
Diseased reality

Pendragon
01-08-2007, 10:42 AM
when the dark rolls in
like the clouds of hell;
and you sit and wonder why
your last dream had to fail—
when the sorrow in your breast
claws away at imprisoning ribs;
like a beast about to burst it's cage
you wonder why you feel like this—
when the sorrow swallows hope
like a serpent gulps down a mouse;
and you would love to go back home—
oh, that's right—no house:
you just stagger down the street,
while demons laugh inside your mind;
you went out looking for your destiny—
was this what you hoped to find?


I know dark. :(

Triskele
01-08-2007, 04:37 PM
hidden shadow frantic lies of red lust
the whispered promise of moments desire
hidden in the black of the present time
hurried stretches of ticking hands go on
leaving the moment memory, as past
remembered only when lust lies unfilled
unsated, and again, dark moon rises
with it a new generation of lies
once again uttered false, in gasps of love
which fade to the utter darkness of life
where the red wolf mouth howls to the moon
where the sinner screams, to his long lost lies
the lover moans, to another victim
few dare the dangerous night, the long road
through emotions, like a broken brown sword

well, might as well put it out there... LOVE (not the band)

Pendragon
01-10-2007, 10:31 AM
what they say
they may never know
just how badly it burns
down deep in the soul
to them it's a simple remark,
just made in the passing—
they don't understand,
the old wounds they are rehashing
so I give then a smile
and I say that I'm fine—
and I'm praying that God
won't hold against me that lie
it doesn't do any good
to try to talk it all out—
just smile and say "Hello—
Over and out..."

Pendragon

LPRox015
01-10-2007, 04:26 PM
WAKE UP
BRIGHT EYES
SUMMER WINDS PLAYFULLY FLIRTS
WITH MY SKIRT
SUNSHINE CARESSES BLUSHING CHEEKS
LAUGHTER ... A SWEET MELODY
FILLING THE AIR WITH JOY
OVERFLOWING WITH HAPPINESS

Hmmm...I like it! :)

AimusSage
01-10-2007, 04:34 PM
Turnips in the fields
blowing monkey shields
towards the water in the shed
it's like the church where martians wed
with earthly brides abducted freely
by the chief UFO's wheelie
On it's way to Venus' clouds
Where future brides are admired by crowds
of nutty Martians on holiday
putting out in the ashtray
Their turnip weed pipes
outbidding their fellow nutty types.

Pendragon
01-11-2007, 11:16 AM
why does it seem like
we never get anywhere,
wearing our hearts out
uncovered, unprotected on our sleeves?
waiting and watching
for that special someone,
that fits the piece of our puzzle—
that matches up exactly?
is it a fool's game
that we've been playing—
a dangerous pastime,
with only heartache ahead?
or is there method in madness,
a purpose in playing the game:
though my heart takes a beating each day?
are you out there somewhere my friend?
and will we meet before the time finally ends...
whispers of hope
and sighs of deep longing,
a hand to hold on to—
a place to belong—
I'll leave it all in your hands—
and before my life ends—
someone will love me,
someone will need me,
someone will see me just as I am:
and they will care for me again...

Triskele
01-11-2007, 12:30 PM
someone needs to see
the hidden shadow soul
that lies just under the surface
not dark, but simply grey
no colors, for the simple reason
that nobody dares paint
outside the lines

Arania
01-12-2007, 02:45 AM
oooo. Pretty.

capture something
in wheeled cars
of elegance
for the residential alien
called time.

I dare not run from her
scarlet voice
in remnants of old
faces --
painted as stained glass
in windows unspoken.

Pendragon
01-12-2007, 10:07 AM
shattered and broken—
a million tiny pieces,
multicolored glass that
lies there in a box.
we sift through the sharp shards,
with an eye out for pigments,
placing each tiny fragment
in alignment with glue.
while others see just broken glass—
we see a deeper vision,
there is something hidden from sight
in that pile of shards in a box.
glue them together,
guided by your inner vision:
what is it that appears from
the mosaic of your heart?

Il Penseroso
01-15-2007, 12:33 AM
A melted fresco
delivered by graceful touch
of a heart in fits of weeping,

A painting made grey by time
ruminating beyond the range
of sobs that slowly transform,
captured in a spectacle of
static emergence.




Not very quick, but something I'd like to work out.

Pendragon
01-16-2007, 03:26 PM
I could write them in my mind,
scrawl the letters across the cortical gryri—
but to find their way to paper
is a path I could never find…
I could repeat them like a chant,
foam and rage and growl and rant—
but never take up my pen
and write somewhere others might see by chance…
The words boil deep in soul,
until the volcano is maxed out to blow—
but somehow I always cap that pen
before the words begin to flow…
Once again I turn away—
why does it always have to be this way?
I set here with my pen and paper—
and the words I just can’t say…

:(

Triskele
01-17-2007, 10:41 PM
simple snowflakes fall
slowing time in white flurries
childhood memories
that dare try to creap through cracks
in the minds old age

Pendragon
01-20-2007, 10:48 AM
taken

there was magic in the air,
you could feel it everywhere—
and the moon and stars danced like lovers
in the crystal clear evening air...
where she walked wildflowers bloomed,
and the sweet fragrance of her perfume
was like nectar to my nostrils
as it filled up our little room...
at her voice the birds ceased to sing,
round her head they circled on their wings—
a bit of heaven come to Earth,
to me she was and is my everything!
so you really ought to let me warn you,
before your eyes make trouble for you:
that's my angel over there, that's my baby, I don't share—
and there's two ways out of here—
but there's the door...

Pendragon
© 1/20/07

Triskele
01-21-2007, 02:05 AM
kind of hard to follow up on

Arania
01-22-2007, 08:49 PM
Pendragon, you do not cease to amaze me.

Pendragon
01-23-2007, 10:19 AM
Face the Fire

Deep inside the sorrow grows,
Like a river it overflows,
Until it puts out the tiny candle
I keep burning in my soul…
Why don’t people ever understand,
Sometimes your tongue can kill a man—
There’s more ways to destroy a person
Than putting a pistol to his head…
I just try to share my hopes and share my dreams,
Share just a little piece of what makes me me,
And I realize I’m not the best
And I’m well aware that I will never be…
But when my fingers type out the lines,
Somehow I can leave the old world behind—
Float off on the gentle breezes
And for once have a little piece of mind…
Would you still shut me up inside a cage?
Does it amuse you to see me rant and rage?
Does it thrill you that a grown man
Still has fears and sometimes is afraid?
Well, I’ve faced the flame and faced the fire,
And this is my own heart’s desire:
I hope that none of you out there—
Even if you never give me a prayer—
I hope you never have to go through a life like mine—
That’s my heart’s desire—
May you never , ever have to face the fire…

Pendragon
1/23/07

Triskele
01-25-2007, 12:21 PM
thougts jolt through my mind
as thought beats on a song
jarring, flipping and flitting
whirling chaos of why, who
dares to ask themselves
a simple question, in verse
like a jackson song, "are you o.k."
no she isn't, but i am
the voices echo inside
the many voices drive me
down to scraped knees
legs bent in pressure, prayer
they are louder, then my voice
who can speak for me
you, no, SHUT UP

Pendragon
01-26-2007, 11:21 AM
I walked out of the chapel
At the wake of a friend,
My emotions running overtime.
I thought about all the things
That we used to do together,
And God, how I was hurting inside.
I walked down the hallway
Where I met another gentleman
Out side the other chapel, the only mourner I saw.
And we talked for a moment or two,
And he seemed to be so cheerful,
I just couldn’t understand it at all.
I just had to ask him the question,
It was right on my lips,
And it popped right out before I could hold back.
“Isn’t that someone in there whom you knew,
And don’t you feel the least bit upset,
In knowing they are gone and they’re not coming back?”
I wasn’t at all prepared for the shock,
And I know that the memories I have,
I’ll take with me until the bitter end:
He just smiled at me a moment,
And said “You probably wont believe me:
But that’s my body up there in that coffin my friend…”

Pendragon
© 1/26/07

Petruchio
01-26-2007, 02:05 PM
Silhouttes in the sky
Oh!i wish i could fly
Every single day
I would go round the bay
Looking for a place
To set my weak self ablaze.

Pendragon
02-22-2007, 05:33 PM
A Love Song

He can’t believe—
How frigid the air has grown.
He thought the flames of love by now,
Would be more than enough to keep him warm.
But those same eyes—
That could melt a glacier, can sear a man
Right down to his very mind and soul.
He wanders still—
Along all the same familiar places, but people think him dead—
A reanimated corpse somehow horribly alive—
No light in the windows of his soul:
But is it a silent heart,
Or does that heart beat silently?

Where are the roses—
That bloomed upon her cheeks?
She could charm the birds with her singing,
Why is it now the sound of sorrow’s tears?
Her Prince Charming wasn’t quite as charming
Once you looked past the façade—
Just another heartbreak away.
She still puts on her best face,
But the haunting look comes through anyway—
A restless spirit wandering
That just might vanish into mist—
A ghostly form, dimly seen:
But is it a silent heart,
Or does that heart beat silently?

Do they know or will they ever,
That each is watching over the other?
That something deep inside of them—
Something that they thought was gone forever—
Like a Phoenix now is rising
From the ashes of broken dreams?
Can’t he see it in her glances?
Can’t she hear it in his stammered words?

They say the greatest fragrance
Comes only when the flower is crushed and broken—
In the flames of a broken heart, sometimes true love is born!
There are whispers going around
About a couple once passed away—
Now restored to health and life and doing fine.
But all along I’ve tried to let you know:
Was there ever silent hearts,
Or did those hearts just beat silently?

D.L. Harris
© 2/22/2007

seasong
02-22-2007, 05:56 PM
He gazes at me
with caring eyes.
He knows my past
but sees only my future.
Awkwardly, I rise to go
and we stand for a moment
not knowing what to do.
He reaches out his arms
and embraces my broken soul
bearing me up in his healing.
His simple gesture
when he knows that I am
not often touched
takes me from the edge
and carries me away.

Skia
09-25-2010, 10:59 AM
Being broken
is nothing
when you get to smoke
a beautiful cigarette
in the warm evening of night :)

zoolane
09-26-2010, 05:18 AM
In front of log fire.
Flames, orange & yellowish.
Hot chocolate with melted marshmallows.
Cuddles with nearest & dearest.

chirpy
09-06-2013, 05:26 PM
orange.
oh —

cacian
09-08-2013, 11:37 AM
the beauty in your eyes
give me such a bright
to want to walk on light
never a doubt in white