OK, this time I think you just forgot you were in the bad poem thread, didn't you?Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
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OK, this time I think you just forgot you were in the bad poem thread, didn't you?Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
I only liked the last two lines. The others bothered me enough to call it bad.Quote:
Originally Posted by blp
my dog is sleeping
there in the corner
she does not know
what tomorrow holds
nor does she care
my dog is dreaming
there in the corner
of things which are only
to be imagined by us
the dust settles
on the table above her head
still she sleeps
the birds argue
over seed outside
still she sleeps
mothers and fathers yell
at their kids across the street
still she sleeps
forests are burning
somewhere around the world
and somewhere around the world
children are starving
still my dog lies in the corner
sleeping
Another person who doesn't know what thread they're in I think.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sarasvati21
This is the computer, that is a bell
For a poem, haven't I done well?
My friend, the phone,
get's on my nerves...
because it's rude, I say
to them, his many voices,
wanting time in restaurants,
theaters, and late at night
and the way he clears his throat
before he speaks,
like this is Broadway!
Actually, kind of, yeah.Quote:
Originally Posted by kelby_lake
Aw, thanks, blp :)Quote:
Another person who doesn't know what thread they're in I think.
on my window still there is a plant pot
next to the plant pot there is a pile of dirt that has fallen out of the plant pot
inside the plant pot there is less dirt than outside of the plant pot
maybe i should throw the plant pot away
but it was the last thing she ever bought for me
before she commited suicicde
and now this plant pot
with its dying flower
is all that is left
of the love that blossomed in the april showers
ask a question and i`ll tell a lie
tell me something and i`ll find a fault
praise life and i`ll want to die
save your money and i`ll rob your vault
i am a prick of the most miserable sorts
i kick puppies, steal from babies
i burp loudly, pull down your shorts
laugh at the animal with rabies
and you, you just stare
eyes glazed in a dumbfound look
you don`t understand, wer`e a pair
i am all those chances you never took....
Lately the storm cannot break with words
calm necessitated from an unplush seat
of simple survival, plucked remembrance
and sturdy shapes, with magic toes
feeling through the lawn for strands
sliding unpegged from inhibition.
Like glass shadowed from a razor of steel
cool reflection bores pain with marked precision
and years harden to a yard of salt.
Sunshine blocks a ray
spotted in ancestral lays
broken into human spirit.
if only i had time
to think up a few rhymes
then i could write a poem
and post it in this forum
i heard a crazy rumor
that this thread had great humor
so i checked it out
to see what it was about
some of these are good
written better than i could
after all that good stuff
is my poem bad enough?
~rose.of.night
may this not blight
your poetic dreams
the device of a rhyme
used all the time
is vastly over-rated!
To answer your question: yes-and no...:)...and welcome to the forum!
lucidnightmares, sarasvati, and firefangled, yours are actually pretty good (I've seen firfangled's elsewhere recently; Jikan and Il Penseroso, yours sink to new heights of badness! I mean that in the best possible way!! :)
Here's my modest contribution:
Alone in Darkness
the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by the abyss.
all hope must fail.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you abandon me?
spirits surround us, crying,
We are Fallen.