Here's a couple.

[Faineant]

Thought I'd throw in a first impression in these here forums.

Ridicule, compliment, criticize, make a wry comment, or do nothing at all!

Bilious

What a sick country this really is
throwing outrageous temptations
right into my face

A pub that teems to the teeth
of underaged girls and gross men
pretty and greasy

But still
My chances have never been so good.


They are very gay


I'm in Pinte
and I am surrounded
by **** suckers

I don't think they have
even begun to grasp
the meaning of dignity

I'm sure they walked here
down a road of derision
and cried a little inside

But in an air of comfort
they become arrogant
their flamboyance disdainful

But I suppose that this means
they are still human,
all too human.


At the Gates of Mount Olympus

In the confusion of excitement
we forgot about the girls
and how we gave them roses
in exchange for their thongs

we dance and shout
and some begin to sing
and soon we get more drinks
and then the violence begins

Black eyes and bruises
sometimes broken ribs
shards of glass in our hands
and no sign of the girls

Tomorrow we'll wake up
some with a heavy head
some with a heavy heart
a weight for all at least


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My apologies if it's not custom here to clog an opening thread here with multiple poems. If it's frowned upon, my apologies.

In any case, I hope, as always, that the reader will enjoy reading my 'tappings' as much as I forget writing them.

[The Walker]

we dance and shout
and some begin to sing
and soon we get more drinks
and then the violence begins



i liked this part, though i didnt fully got about the girls part

[PrinceMyshkin]

All three were welcome, like quick mental flashbulbs ignited by a lively, caring mind.

[Faineant]

Thank you.

What about 'the girls' did you not get Mr. Walker? It was, I thought, a typical night out with the lads. Trying to pull, but the masculine thoughts and ambitions make us forget about the primal need for sex, and are overtaken by the, again, base need to assert ourselves among others of our male sex.

When I write, I never try to be ambiguous or abstract. I find a certain warmth and charm in honesty and straight forward portrayals.

Thanks for reading. I don't actually readily share what I do. However, I do appreciate the art of expression, and I believe it is rather important to take in others views. It has a beneficial, and adverse effect in our skills in language and communication.

But maybe I'm thinking too much into it.

[Amylian]

Bilious

What a sick country this really is
throwing outrageous temptations
right into my face

A pub that teems to the teeth
of underaged girls and gross men
pretty and greasy

But still
My chances have never been so good.

I thought you meant Bahrain for a second. LOL.

You remind me somehow of T.S Eliot; the free-verse style you utilized greatly gives a bitter taste of what you see in this world of corruption. I think it fits this way although I am not very fond of free-verses, but it is well-done.

[dara.cv]

Its disenchanting yet intriguing to read the perspective of what seems to be what I would consider to be a uncouth collegiate overaggressive jock. It reminds me a bit of a modern day Lord Byron, his poetry focal of the unpolished and brash thoughts of immature or lost men.

but in the contrary, the end of each poem seeks a sort of redemption or at least a retraction of the prior content, which conjures in This reader anyway a sense of pity, and hope for the individual's growth.

as a woman it does not move me, but i can see where a "fellow" man may relate.