Litnet's Anonymous Poets

[papayahed]

It brings a tear to my eye.

[~rose.of.night]

i think the third poem has really good potential but the rhyme scheme seemed a little forced and the rhythm was uneven, which can be used as a poetic device but it seemed unintentional. but i really like the imagery and ideas behind it.

[Nightshade]

A 6th poem ! yay!

“My life is flab.”
“Flab?”
“Complete balderdash.”
“Huh?”
“Drivel. Careless muck oozing down gravel-lined
inclines. Slipshod waves.”
“Who’s to say?”
“Jesus, don’t you get it?”
“I thought nobody did.”
“A flicker. A pigment. A nebulous. Doom.”
“I see.”
“It’s as simple as that.”
“I would never have guessed.”
“Neither would I, but I suppose that’s how it goes.”

[Nightshade]

Daddy

My window is shy
but has never been spared
the many times that i
have just sat and stared.
I've flown like that bird
while i've sat in this chair.
I've felt the wind stirred
as it plays with my hair.
The clock in the hall
tells the time i've not used
while other clocks call
the hours i have abused.
I sit here and wonder
if he knows what he's left.
If he would just ponder
his heartless theft.
The theft of four souls
now drifting in space
their lights like burnt coals
they fall like lead weights.
I'd run away too
if i could not love.
What would one not do
if one were selfish enough?
His rational thought
has melted away.
My life has been bought
by the devil's foul play.
My essence, now pills
has taken its leave.
From wrong doings and ills
a minor reprieve.
No words can express
a childs sorrow.
My thoughts are a mess
but i'll live through tomorrow.
The oceans made
by the tears he has caused
are ragged and frayed
by the moon's tidal course.
The mind battles are won,
he's cut through the red tape.
His conscience is gone
but he cannot escape.
Escape what he thought
he had left far behind.
His future is fraught
with revenge... of a kind.

[Hobbes]

"To quote the man who said it best"
I took the words from his lips
Whether a witticism now or an ideal I held eternal
Though eternally is never a long time.

[Hobbes]

We are the mud club.
We are Runners who follow paths worn by others' feet
We run under bridges that are monuments reading
"People have legs and cars are for roads"!
We all are surrounded by the inconvenience
that makes nature Beauty.
It is the backdrop to our own drives.

And Guess what happens in the rain.
We become the Mud Club.

[Nightshade]

Mourn My Queen, Evermore


In her little chamber, one stormy night
Sat a fair lady by her window
dressed in white but held the black
that best described her heart at cease.
Outside was a couple of childhood love
Who seemed to unchain their secret vows
For war was near and far he goes,
to the barren land that knows no peace.


"Sing, Sing, O! Nightingale
Just when you see two hearts apart
and replenish their waning flame
Be their muse as you were mine

Sing, sing Oh! Nightingale
Like you don`t know of his depart
Let them listen and understand
and none of them leaves a continent away"

Stood up the lady against the pane
Hit the glass with her hands,
And begged of the passerine bird
That since she left stood on the branch.
The couple stood up for their farewell
And the bird willed not to move,
The lady wept, yelled and wailed,
Until the bird came closer and said


"Queen, Queen, O! My Dear
Remind you must I of your past years.
Your ego wanted a hero, in a battlefield
That was just a continent away

Mourn, my Queen, evermore
A hero he is, but a soul you are
You bled your grief, on that bed sheet
In tomb you belong, and fly should I."

[Nightshade]

ok I am impressed another poem in less than a month keep the stuff coming folks!!!
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Requiem for the shattered soul

I lay, prostrate, crumbling on the spot.
these gashes cry for equality, say,
why do they not come to me to seal these holes in me
i feel my self pouring on scarred earth.
O god! let me be free, of this merciless agony
the stuff of my life shimmers, sanguine,
somewhere, a door opens, elsewhere, one closes,
and life goes on.
and still I lay, pleading, on earth incarnadine.
Droplets burn wet trails on the faces of those compassionate.

my essence smeared 'cross seasoned land,
my soul steams from these holes.
Thunder! how it roars all about,
as pathetic a fallacy as ever before
red cross on white body,
wanders about, to pick the shards of life unjustly expended.

[Nightshade]

I have ;left the formatting as I recived it, if it is wrong please pm me!
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Is Life All A Dream?

Is life alll a dream as it sometimes my seem?
Do our thoughts rise like steam as we play by the stream?
Is our existence as a whole supported by the same beam?
Do we mean what we say; do we say what we mean?
Are we all quite essentially playing on the same team?
Do our lives all essentially follow the same theme?
Then what’s the point mean? The point of living lives obscene, the point of doing deeds unseen, of being labeled clean or unclean. These are just some things to think about when you have the time. I write these poems all for free, but I will you all a copy for a nickel and a dime.

[Nightshade]

Hello All!
And welcome to the anonymous poems thread!

The purpose of this thread is to allow people to have their poems posted anonymously and receive constructive critisim in return.

How will this work?

Those who want to share their poems will PM them to me and I will post them but of course there will be some RULES!

So the rules:

1) The posts work on a "first-received-first posted" basis but I will only post a maximum of 2 poems a day. So to keep things fair, please only send 1 poem every fortnight ( 2 weeks). People who send multiple poems will lose their chance.

2) No claiming authorship, or trying to guess who wrote the poem. If you know who has written a poem, please keep that information to yourself.

3) This thread is for anonymous poetry only; so, please don’t reply to a poem with your own poem.

4) Obviously forum rules apply.

5) I'll be operating zero tolerance on breaking these rules, if you post a post that breaks them it will be deleted automatically.

and enjoy the poetry!

A reminder of the thread rules. If you want a poem posted PLEASE PM ME!

[amuse]

Today I ate a baby

This morning I had breakfast
I had a cup of tea.
At lunchtime I had
A great big Maccy D.
Later I had a chocolate
Lovely sweet and stuff.
For dinner I think I had
Oh yes- the baby’s soul.

Oh good God, that's wonderful poetry! *shudders*

[Nightshade]

bullying

i used to see myself the best
i used to have it all
i used to be invincible
but bullies made me fall

i used to enjoy coming school
i used to feel so tall
i often see myself a fool
and now i feel so small

they call me names
they hit and kick
they throw my stuff around

they bully me and not my friends
what have i done wrong

i cut myself
untill they stopped
it never seemed to end

i often think
whats happened now
i wonder who i am

[Nightshade]

Hello All!
And welcome to the anonymous poems thread!

The purpose of this thread is to allow people to have their poems posted anonymously and receive constructive critisim in return.

How will this work?

Those who want to share their poems will PM them to me and I will post them but of course there will be some RULES!

So the rules:

1) The posts work on a "first-received-first posted" basis but I will only post a maximum of 2 poems a day. So to keep things fair, please only send 1 poem every fortnight ( 2 weeks). People who send multiple poems will lose their chance.

2) No claiming authorship, or trying to guess who wrote the poem. If you know who has written a poem, please keep that information to yourself.

3) This thread is for anonymous poetry only; so, please don’t reply to a poem with your own poem.

4) Obviously forum rules apply.

5) I'll be operating zero tolerance on breaking these rules, if you post a post that breaks them it will be deleted automatically.

and enjoy the poetry!

reminder

[Nightshade]

The Departure

“Where are you going?” I asked, but she said nothing.
Her hazel eyes raged like a tempest as she gently closed
The door behind her, “Don't go please, I am sorry”
My heart cried out but my stubborn pride won out and
I said nothing.

I watched her walk away with that unique stride
Which spoke of many past pleasures, while her hair,
Oh her fragrant raven hair that used to cover my face each
Night beckoned me, but my dignity won out and I said
Nothing.

“Wait! Wait!” My tortured brain whimpered while seeing
Her get further away. In her suitcase she carried my
Passion, my love, my future and my manhood.
My honor smiled within while my cloudy eyes like
Those of a lost and frighten child begged her to return.

[Nightshade]

Crossed Wires

You did not ask to be the flame
About which flit such meek and mottled moths
Your door, unfit to foot the bill of blame
Was ever open to my sloth

And though my envy raged a broiling sea
And scalded fertile plains spread-winged and wide
Yours was the silver tongue that stayed its plea
While I, crow- towered, rolled my eyes in pride

Yours was the will that bade me capture colour
Harness the slowly running horses of the night
Your patience was my golden key to summer
A burnished sunrise, and my youth's delight

Disdain falls thinly from my paper shoulders
A cloak between my skeleton and me
It is your doing: Now, as our world grows older
You help me to feel weak, and small, and free.