Dude, you came up with that from the top of your head? That was awesome. Nice job.Quote:
Originally Posted by IceM
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Dude, you came up with that from the top of your head? That was awesome. Nice job.Quote:
Originally Posted by IceM
I agree, that was good.
I agree there is a time
when willing poets should pen a rhyme
but after reading this poor verse
I think it makes a poem worse!
Thank you. A line came into mind and I ran with it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Adolescent09
Timeless like a photo album,
quaint like a town unvisited,
turgid like a storm in Autumn,
our love, like raindrops, pours uninhibited.
No!
No, no, no.
I said, No!
What part of, "no" do you not understand?
No.
Oh, alright then.
I submit to constant nagging,
the terrorism of a child.
You inspire me
with a subtlety of sound
resonating in my eardrums.
My body quivers
in the vibration
of harp strings.
Gently rising melody
which slowly fades
leaving a moment
of an echo in its wake.
Before dissipating
like the scent of perfume
and archaic cigar
smoke.
It seeps in through
the walls and bleeds
out through the floor.
A ghost fragment
that dwells
in the air which
hums with the last
impression you made.
Right before the sun
rose and caught you
in its light.
And in a smile
like a shadow
you began to
dissolve.
A thought of you
flares into my mind,
a sudden burst
which catches my
soul aflame
and leaves me wreathing,
begging a need
to be soothed by
a single touch
or a whispered word
with lips that hover
only inches from my skin
just as moth wings.
I am left
marooned
with the yearning
for you of whom I rely
upon for subsistence,
my salvations lives
within your eyes
and upon your fingertips
which know my body
as a blind man
having laid claim to every
inch of its territory.
And this revives me
for to you alone
I would surrender
myself to the completeness
of ecstasy which lives
and dies upon your
breath.
here is the heart
that hides a mountain
feels its ragged steps
and streams
that find no home
and snow-blind eyes
that never find their part
Tragedy Queen
I am lost without you
but it is not what you think
things become
tangled within my mind
among the webs
and webs of lies.
The lies of yours
and some of mine
but my deceptions
have always been
self-inflicted.
Even now I wonder
is there any truth to this
or is it all a bit pretentious,
vulnerability for me
is always more of a game,
like the tragedy queen
I sit upon my throne
and laugh.
The old jester kneeling
winks by my side
that old trickster
who never strays far
sharing a joke
that never meant
a thing.
I've been hanging and dangling like a rope without recoil,
and that is the speed of things, they hang,
they dangle,
without recoil.
Perhaps it is the knock on your door,
or perhaps it is you, wanting more.
Is it the knock on your door?
Or is it you, wanting more?
Fell the file folded under the pile
peeking out in shrieking violet hand
a birthday invitation you'll not go to,
and
the sweltering heat melting your wings.
Love came by and said hello and then he left before you could reply.
It's a sad day when that happens, but it's also a good day.
After all, love came by and said hello.
The Mind Without Agitation
No wind disturbs the leaves today.
There are no waves upon the bay.
A speedboat cuts the stillness, then
The shore absorbs. It's calm again.
can I express myself through poems
This imprisons me into nonsense
Life is not a poem
Neither dry prosaic stuff
We love mimicking
In a world of arrogance
If mimics defines my aptitude
I get crippled
Since I rise a little above
And beyond these cocoons
I neither write poetic stuff
Nor anything dulling like prosaic nonsense
I hail from a different territory
You can call it magical
I write to conjure up your mind
And fire your dull senses
You can call me poet
Not in the usual sense
Steady, earthly drilling and,
like a bandage,
the clouds cover
over the day
to prevent further blood loss
How long have I managed
without your living ghost,
believing that the last
remains of you had been
expelled?
When without permission
your apparition
suddenly appears
to take me back into
the requiem of the past.
Though I know you never
were really there as I
listened to him sing, all I
could see was a shade of you
materialized across his face.
And your voice traveled
through the radio waves
even if the words were not
your own, it was a vibration
of sound that only I could
hear.
He was worlds apart from
you and nothing bur a stranger
to me, yet there you were
living upon his lips.
Never can I forget your
charismatic sensuality
even if we always stood
somewhat apart and it never
was about romance.
You were always more
of a god, but you knew
I could see right through you
and the awe began to fade.
How much I wanted
what you couldn't give
and how much I gave
what you never wanted,
for you always misunderstood
because I could never explain.
Now all I have are memories
of cigarette smoke and
eternal eyes with the
residue of your soul
that will never complete
go away.
Gather your memories and all of your mistakes and come with me.
We'll take a ride where sorrow is unwelcome,
and you'll be free;
at least for a moment you'll be free.
Did you want to take your regrets too?
Sorry, we won't have room.
You can't bring your past with you.
It's too heavy and expensive, and we need to travel light.
Don't go back to your normal hard.
You need to leave it behind.
Take this trip to another place,
A world you need to see.
Good to read you, dude.
J
For cold earthen nights
wander the streets
or for keeping a girl
where your chest draws tight,
gaze, see;
a rose
grows
over its railing
Hi Jack.
Don't say that on an airplane.
Good.
Your writing is good my friend.
As for me, weak these days, though I'm oddly proud of "Don't go back on your normal hard."
This made me feel bad. I felt like a handicapped dude in a chair. Was that your intent? It was good writing. I just wonder what was the intended effect.Quote:
Originally Posted by osho
I Want You
I want you to take it all way from me,
strip me down of all those dirty memories,
broken inside, I need the touch of your hands
to reconstruct me as I begin to fall apart.
May the brush of your lips hold me together,
tear away these conflicted emotions,
haunted by faces of a time long past, but now
I desire it may be only you and I crave
you to crash into me like a tidal wave,
pulled asunder in the tides of your violent passion,
rip me out of this world into your unrelenting embrace.
If you allow me to turn back I fear I will shatter where I stand,
broken shards of glass, reflections of my soul,
I want only for you to hold me together with the
force of your presence, and hungry need
and I will bury myself inside of you,
devour me completely and let me hold you
until you begin to bleed.
swiflty you leave,
the door's ajar
ready for you
to make your way
out of this place
exit is signed,
the door's has sighed
your steps afar
a shadow lane
a road appear
rubbles and stones
are there to turn
while you walk up
your time ahead
be quick to cross
or else it's dust
you may unturn!
Am I to be broken again?
This I cannot allow
for I am formed of
stronger stuff than that.
My mind is titanium
and hot iron pumps
through my blood
forging steel in my bones
if looks could kill
I would have laser eyes
and even still like Medusa
I can stop you in your tracks.
Frozen in your dirty cage
there is mercury dripping
from my lips ready to pulse
through your veins.
I know this all must be
a mistake but no longer
shall I be content to sit
in glass towers waiting
for the walls to crumble
leaving me exposed.
So if I must see your death
to preserve this running insanity
which keeps me alive,
than we shall play our black widow
games.
For I am too strong to die
and throw myself away
I have not the weakness to
grant nor beg forgiveness
so instead we shall impale
ourselves upon wrath
and vengeance.
You make it as you go, and is that not so?
Is that not how the world flies?
They fly, and they don't know a thing.
We do this, every damn day.
And you know it.
Every god damn day.
Make it up as you go.
all formulas dissolve
in the the carbonation of your fears
holed up with vodka
and a keyboard
you thought the world was at your fingertips
but when you stepped out upon it
it closed up around you
like a venus flytrap
or night springing up around you
or a nightmare drawn from the recesses
of ancient creataceous mass
prayer dies on your lips
but unbeknowst to you
the tools of your hands and
the calculations of your heart
will see you through
this mucky swamp
Qimissung
12/10/2011
the traitor's gate
shouted a voice
could it be real?
the Tour of kings
slender and fit
refrain from sins
traitors are nought
passed and away
the gates are strength
free from the lires
stainless is steel
brass handled keys
guard this attire
kingdom is throne!
And so she fell down, she fell, like a rock that dropped from the sky,
like a word that stayed too long and broke your heart.
It was painful, because you cared too much.
You'll pay for that, the caring too much.
One of the things this reader likes about your poems is that they don't sound like anybody else. But many of them read like a tired man.
J
We all wore each other as wine-glasses
And broke the shatters of shards upon
Our heads when the liquor seemed to cease,
Drinking the iron-wine of our veined casks;
If only to live a while longer,
If only to whelter in the drunken tree
For a star’s moment while the
Universe spun on in pyre
And gyre.
I looked around and learned my part,
then looked around again
and saw so much ignorance
that I learned not my part.
I saw,
I tried,
and
I spoke.
the truth was,
never easy.
Hey jack if that's towards me, yeah you may be right.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts
Jack, he speaks like violence.
But he is without ideals.
He does not need ideals.
He knows too much to argue or judge.
You
my obsession
the light of the dark
of my soul.
An
addiction
your love keeps
me alive.
Oh, I just noticed this Jack.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts
Lovely work.
Holy crap. Thank you! This reader never had a poem written about him before. Let it be said from an objective perspective that this is the greatest poem ever composed. Creative credit to jajdude with additional material from his assistant Bob Dylan.Quote:
Originally Posted by jajdude
J
Quote:
Originally Posted by cafolini
This is great.
"on the smack-smack tile floor"
One of the best things I've ever read.