06-15-2008, 08:10 PM

As many think of poetry of another way of speaking, others think of it as a way to impress the ladies I think of it as a way to express yourself from the soul. So go ahead and post you poems!

I'll go first.

WHISPER

I hear your name,
Can you hear mine?
Being whispered along the skies?
Can you hear me whisper I love you,
When you don't even know I'm around?

Whisper

06-15-2008, 10:53 PM

There's a few in my blog, linky in the sig.

06-16-2008, 07:54 AM

Will do

06-16-2008, 09:07 AM

Ok my turn. Here's one I wrote last year.

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Softly as the breeze blows by
I sit and wonder why
The birds chirp so merrily
With their sweet song

How lucky they are
With wings so bright
So sleek and full of life
Able to escape any situation just by flying
And leave all their troubles down below

They laugh at us mortals stuck to the ground
With so many issues and very few answers
They see the big picture all around us
The hope in the distance obscured by the trees

And as they move on, fueled by the ocean breeze
Their past is forgotten, as new territory awaits
They leave us mortals behind to cry in our place
To visit the world and all it's splendour

And one day they return, to visit this place
To see how the mortals have have ruined their lives
Deprived of happiness through our own doing
A self provoked curse, is the fate we all share

Nothing has changed over the years
They often return to laugh at our sorrow
And I always look up at the clouds in the sky
And envy the birds laughing at me.

06-16-2008, 11:28 AM

Originally Posted by Satansmunchkin

As many think of poetry of another way of speaking, others think of it as a way to impress the ladies I think of it as a way to express yourself from the soul. So go ahead and post you poems!

I'll go first.

WHISPER

I hear your name,
Can you hear mine?
Being whispered along the skies?
Can you hear me whisper I love you,
When you don't even know I'm around?

Whisper

OK - here is the best I have:

Rose are red
Violets are blue
I obviously don't have
poetry talent like you!

06-17-2008, 08:03 AM

I personally prefer prose... because I'm not so good at poetry! So here we go. This is one of my favourites.

As I dwell in this suspended animation, (ecstatic)
I reflect on the bygones of my time.
As I meditate on the horrors (torment) and agonies (torture) of my time on earth,
It registers why I feel content in my inability to perceive life any longer.

If I developed as a normal child (desire)
With normal functions, (yearn)
Normal requirements, (dream)
A normal life, (wish)
Maybe I wouldn't feel this way (rapturous).

Undoubtedly, this has not come a moment too soon.
Sick (mentally) to death (physically) of being cared for.
No more will I awake (ever)
To find myself with sharp tubes driven down my gullet (finally).

As I savour my last few hours of life, (saccharine)
Last few hours of freedom, (infinite)
Last few hours of blissful solitude, (climax)
I think to myself: This is a sublime euphoria.

And if that doesn't make any sense, I wrote something to go with it to say what it's about...
This is about an elderly, physically and mentally disabled man who is sick of needing help from everyone and welcomes death with open arms. He is sick of being a burden on people because of his special needs, and hates that their necessary presence is a constant reminder of his incompetence. He is savouring the last few moments of his life where he isn't aware of anybody else, it is just him - something he's been waiting for all his life.

06-17-2008, 09:37 AM

Here's one:

The road

Hate powered by greed,
Jealousy fueled by need.
Want caused by lack,
Sorrow coming back.

Darkness while there's light,
Daytime during night.
Shadows linger in the shade,
Old hope begins to fade.

Color in black and white,
Hurting just to spite.
Deafened by the silence,
Numbed by the violence.

I lust for something more,
I trust in whats in store.
Reviving my heart causes pain,
Surviving for more of the same.

My shattered bones begin to mend,
I'm broken but I refuse to bend.
You can take what you want from me,
But regardless I'll always be free.

I chose my path years ago,
Though where it leads I don't know.
I see the signs of those who traveled here before,
I trace their footsteps on this dusty floor.

I see the bodies of those who traveled here and fell,
I know I won't end up like that as well.
I held the key from the very start,
I walked with love to guide my heart.


I have more if you liked that one