Poem 1--- The Space we shared
(YAY The first one!! :banana: ) Thankyou person who sent this in for being the first one to start us off! :nod:
The Space we shared
Two dull ovalled windows
Painted green and black
are your gateways to the real world.
The Dark Silhouette that
walks behind my back at night
When i walk down a lamplit street.
A dark guardian who is apart of me and around me.
My Shining Soul, My dark mysterious shadow;
Two unknown presences
That shall accompany me to my grave.
Then shall my soul desert me
and wander the desolate earth,
Leaving my shadow with me in a foursided box
Shrouded in darkness.
Until then my soul is a prisoner
Locked up inside of me
with my eyes are the only window
leading light into the innocent spirit.
My shadow shall stay as my dark companion
Until the earth becomes deceased
And my bones crumble into dust.
But now it is only reality,
Where my two companions are nothing but fantasy
And only I see their distinctions,
My soul the light, My shadow the dark...
And only I can imagine the time and space we have shared
...Both past and present.
And only I can dream about the time we will share in the future,
My Soul, my Shadow and Myself.
poem 2--Today I ate a baby
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.
poem 4---Misplaced Modifier
Misplaced Modifier
When first the metaphor surfaced,
the pack ice had begun to move,
wild verbs jumped from block to block
sniffing and disagreement set in between
passively wanting to sample the flesh
of something smelling so real, though
what was it, snow laden and blue. Nouns
with their equipment arrived on shore,
their objective undetermined, novice
adjectives sensing their first chance
to associate with something real, hung
on the nouns’ every word, nervous,
often misplaced in their urgency, odd
sounding with their theories of what
happened, threatened by the snickering
of the nearby adverbs already making
their mark haughtily collecting each piece
of the metaphor to the waiting crime lab.
The papers surreptitiously breaking themselves
down into assumptions with difficulty, something
was missing from you and me. Once again
they printed, Residence awake in the shadow of
our sins floating on the East River, unidentified.
Poem 5--- Ode to Pineapple
Oh Pineapple
You maybe hard to cut up
but I like you anyways
It may take a long time to grow
and get to big for the house
but I like you anyways
poem 8----Mourn My Queen, Evermore
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."
Poem 9-----Requiem for the shattered soul
ok I am impressed another poem in less than a month keep the stuff coming folks!!! :D
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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.
Poem 10---Is Life All A Dream?
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.
Poem 13 --- Crossed Wires
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.
Poem 14----The Shapes Beyond the Horizon
sorry its taken this long I will attempt to clear the back log one poem a week.
The Shapes Beyond the Horizon
Beyond the horizon the dark shapes form,
The breeze barely breathes, diminishing light falls.
Below the blue the fishes softly swarm,
Their fins' fly underneath as the darkness calls.
High in the sky, under moonlights watchful eyes,
The wind wakes and rain falls on pounding waves.
Hidden shapes shift, ships hit, the hour arises.
Thunder cracks and shakes the watery graves.
The sleeping sea shakes, squeels as it wakes,
The fishes smiles wide as they swim to the sky
As shapes of the ships break the blue that quakes
And morning breaks ... now the sun smiles upon high.
A serenity stills and a calmness fills
The hour as the wind winds through the waves dance
And the blues calm thrills on the sand where it spills
And all the fishes that took their chance, prance.
