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Lennon
In this topic you have to compose a poem about anything that rocks. Just for fun.


Dear Frihost, I want to explain,
how I feel towards this domain.
I've been around for quite a while,
And I think this place could be doin with a smile.

Ya see we have so much talk and chat,
with topics everywhere about this and that.
but after a while, it's all the same,
The topics begin to turn dull and lame.

So I decided to set up this stall
In order to challange you all,
to speak in rhyme whatever you think
just spill it out, words cannot stink.

Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool

And now I will begin my quest,
since the best don't mess with the rest,
to seek out the ones who think they're great,
to beat my style with attitude and grace.

Coz I think I rock with poems and all,
And I know I rock coz I've already beaten you all.
I will see you try to beat my game,
but your attempts will all be the same,

just novice attempts to make up words
that rhyme in nonsensical sentences and quotes
The judge panel will give me 9.9 on the boards,
but your futile stinking poems will be lost for words.

And now I wait for the deathmatch begin,
and see who this poetry challenge will win.
Boo hoo!
Vrythramax
9.9 I can't touch that! Too cool Lennon, too cool. Cool
Blaster
He is really good. Look at this one he wrote about mine and wumingsden's forum.
Quote:
Oh Blaster, the Master, this forum rocks.
Also wumingsden. I think the rest sucks.

So why oh why do I think it's so great?
Because, as we know, it's just fate.

Each of them has such a cyber-skilled hand.
They says abrekedabra with their little wand
and make everything so cool with a little touch,
that nothing compares, not nearly as much.

So where do I end my worhip of Them,
the guys to bring order out of mayhem?
Surely not now, not here, not ever,
For this forum is destined to last forever.

And so, my friends, just wait and see,
the community build up with joy and glee.


Ok here goes mine

Blaster is my name
Website building is my game.
I made all these cool sites
and all have blaster copywrites.

Thank you to frihost
You are my host
I have learnt a lot from members
heady233 and wumingsden remember?

My sites about classic cars
It has some awesome red bars
It has a templete heady installed.
He never stalled
I have helped out teenzine
Because it was my time.
Garnet
There once was a frihoster, an angry fellow was he,
Everyone cringed when he started his posting spree.
Be wary when viewing a post you should be,
lest you feel his wrath should you disagree.

His religion most certainly was that of the world,
in his head thoughts of little else swirled...
Who is right and who is wrong?
He'd answer of course, and his answers were long.

This guy, you see, was always up for a fight,
Everything he said was to prove he was right.
He would sit at his computer like a loyal knight,
You wouldn't insult him, but somebody might...

Nobody was in mind when I wrote this, and I really didn't mean for it to sound so pessimistic, that's just the way it worked out. I'm not a poet and I definitely know it Wink

Lennon, your poem was exquisite,
It was quite a pleasure to read it.
Soulfire
Jesus Flippin' Rocks (sort of an inside joke). But here is one of my many poems, I think it's the best. I was on a bit of a spiritual high when I wrote it:

"Going Places" - Soulfire

Sometimes I'm lost for words.
You're the shepherd, we're Your herd,
Whenever I go astray,
I kneel before You and pray

Jesus take my hand,
I wanna live according to your plan,
I know I'm going places,
You fill the empty spaces

You gave Your life for me,
took me too long to see,
The ultimate price to pay,
Lord you made everything okay...

My God, God of Creation,
You're sweeping through the nations
I'm feeling a revolution
Jesus is the only solution

Lord, You give me life,
take away all this strife,
For the rest of my days,
I give you eternal praise

Jesus, You are the key,
You unlocked us, set us free
bogger
There once was a man called Bondings
He liked to practice a lot of.... Bondings Question
He decided to move on
Made a forum (this wan)
And now he's got loads of... Bondings. ok, scrap that


Bogger went up a hill today
Wondering what it was to pray
He never quite made it
He fell into a big pit
But he tried praying anyway!
nilsmo
Dee doo
Dee doo
THIS IS IT
Dee doo
Dee doo
OF COO OURSE

Dee doo
Dee doo
Me, too
I want to
THIS IS IT
Dee doo
Dee doo

Deh Deh Deh Doo
Freh Freh Freh Doo
THE MIXER SHAKES
Free Free Freh Doo
Deh Deh Deh Doo
Dee doo
The smoothie is now finished.
jabapyth
nilsmo wrote:
Dee doo
Dee doo
THIS IS IT
Dee doo
Dee doo
OF COO OURSE

Dee doo
Dee doo
Me, too
I want to
THIS IS IT
Dee doo
Dee doo

Deh Deh Deh Doo
Freh Freh Freh Doo
THE MIXER SHAKES
Free Free Freh Doo
Deh Deh Deh Doo
Dee doo
The smoothie is now finished.

Huh???? Confused Confused Confused
Marston
Soulfire wrote:
Jesus Flippin' Rocks
Crying or Very sad
jstoeffler
Quote:
Jesus Flippin' Rocks

Laughing Laughing
I hope you respect
that he is absolutely correct
if you detect a defect
perhaps it should be rechecked
Blaster
Garnet wrote:
There once was a frihoster, an angry fellow was he,
Everyone cringed when he started his posting spree.
Be wary when viewing a post you should be,
lest you feel his wrath should you disagree.

His religion most certainly was that of the world,
in his head thoughts of little else swirled...
Who is right and who is wrong?
He'd answer of course, and his answers were long.

This guy, you see, was always up for a fight,
Everything he said was to prove he was right.
He would sit at his computer like a loyal knight,
You wouldn't insult him, but somebody might...

Nobody was in mind when I wrote this, and I really didn't mean for it to sound so pessimistic, that's just the way it worked out. I'm not a poet and I definitely know it Wink

You know you where thinking about me when your wrote that Razz

You had a good poem there. Really good.

@soulfire really good poem. You have a given talent.
[FuN]goku
/me hates poems Very Happy
sponguy
A fleeting midnight creeps past wakeful eyes
reminds that time waits not for bright skies
wakeful eyes turn inside
and question if time
is better spent
on the daylight ride
what questions hide
Nameless
Pheh. Amateurs.

*clears throat*

It seems clear to me what these poems all lack
Opens up a weak point for me to attack
While many are random and easily bad
My poems contain what all yours never had
For a poet is something you can not just start
But a profound rhythm that comes from the heart
Now in terms of numbers there's many I've done
But to save all your time I'll post here just one...

(To be fair though, this isn't one of my best poems. I'm saving the best for a poetry compilation I plan to get published some time.)

Heroes
Have you ever wondered why
Heroes never cry?
Every time they moan
They’re never alone

It doesn’t matter why
That you’re not feeling high
But before by and by
You’ll let out your last sigh
The end is never nigh
So why not come with I?
Together we can fly
You can if you just try

Did you ever want to know
What makes a hero?
Not extermination
But determination

You never win first try
I do not mean to pry
Why take the time to cry?
Come let me dry your eye
Who knows when you will die?
You know how time does fly
There’s no need to feel shy
For one night let us lie

Did you ever want to know
How far heroes go?
Far beyond a dream
Further in a team

I’ll see you by the stars
I know you’ll get that far
You may not feel so tall
I’ll catch you if you fall
An angel from above
Has granted us this love
There’s nothing we can’t mend
Together we ascend

Have you ever wondered why
Heroes never cry?
Every time they moan
They’re never alone

With what we did perceive
As something we should grieve
Instead what we receive
Together we achieve
The greatest thing we know
A peaceful world in tow
Because we made it so
One type of a hero
jazrt
IN love and in life
The growth of the child.
To step out
To take the chance.
To be on the precipice.
To titer one way or another.
To chance all.
To throw of the shackles that bind us.
Dancing in the light.letting all trouble to fade away.
And let the child within-without.
To Play ,to Dance,to Shimmer and to shine.
To free that little child.
Be free,
As a little Child.
xygblarbin
Quote:
Butterfly by Mike "Xygblarbin" Gibson
---------------

Once their was a butterfly
who tried to steal my porridge
so i removed the butterfly
and put the stew in storage

But the butterfly came back
because the porridge was delicious
and tried to get another bite
by stretching his probiscus

So i put my bowled dinner
in a leaded box
but the butterfly came back
to attack me with some rocks

So i asked the butterfly
why do this to me?
he said, "Fool! I'm no butterfly!!
Damn, I'm Mr. T!"


Quote:
"A Note to Sigorney Weaver in Alien" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

Ripley!
Please don't eject
me into space.

I do not wish
for my blood to boil
and my head to explode.

My eyes to swell
and my bones to shatter,
or my body to disjoint.

Please instead
take me to Mars
And push me out.

My blood will
stop flowing,
and my head will implode.

My bones will crush
and my body will shrivel.
A much kinder death.

Sincerely,
Mike


Quote:
"Cubism" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

As Gelatinous Cube smiles
deviously at his attackers,
he blobs back to his shape,
for he is the immortal,
Straight from the apocalyptic
Sesame Street.
Gelatinous Cube takes no prisoners,
He engulfs them,
taking them in as a part
of his colloidial collection.
There they are suspended,
Eternally,
Next to the clown of'76.


Quote:
"To Dog, the cat." - by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

DOG!
What's going on inside
Your fuzzy, little head?
Don't you understand?
Don't you get it
when I strap you to
the garbage cans
and point towards
the end of the
driveway?
Drag them out, Dog!
Don't gaze at me with
that beady, evil eye
like I'm crazy!
Don't you meow at me!
It's garbage day,
For gosh sakes!
Geez.

Omnipotently Yours,
Mike


Quote:
"The Enlightened" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

Suzie rides her yellow rocket
through the spectral plane.
Running beneath her,
Orangatangs grunt and grow nuclear appendages,
Yelling squirrels screech their testimony.
God, to them, is just the running walnut, Sampson.
Beutiful swans playing shuffle board on the loveboat,
Igloos infested with the Chinese melt into shag carpet.
Vivid Landscape.....
Suzie rides her way to sector 19.
Going there to meet the enlightened.
As she arrives at the rainbow colored castle,
A gelatinous ooze introduces her.
She is here to meet the llama.


Quote:
"Cheese Grater" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

No holds barred!
Fight to the finish!
No one gets outta the cage
Until someone lies dead!
Bloody Bloody messes
for our janitor to
clean up!
Don't slip on that
pile of Brain!!
Our feature fighters tonight:
Great Grandma Rita
and Narcomaniac Ned 109!!


Quote:
"Of Mice and Donkey Bottom Biters" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

As the man rises
from his stadium seat
to catch the fly ball,
A wooly Mammoth stampedes,
Pummeling a donkey-bottom-biter.
In Nicaragua,
A tear gas canister explodes,
spraying chocolate on the mice.
Yes! Chocolate covered mice!
As the man prepares himself
to catch the fly ball,
It flys off,
for it is the Fly-ball.


Quote:
"Ouch" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

i got h. IT in th... e HeA! d?


ou... c?! h.

- e.e. cummingsyphillisophicalyptustreetymeatypieAresquaredilophosaurustymetalshardstastegood.


Quote:
"Fruity Pebbles" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson

ZAP!
Like a sloth
running into an electrical fence.
The fly did fly
into the bug ZAPper.
ZAP! CRACKLE! POP!
Or is that snap?
Rice Crispies...
Wheaty treaty-yummy-yo
Peanut-butter goodness
creamy like creamy-like cream.


Quote:
"Red with Envy" by Mike 'Xygblarbin' Gibson


Your insolence is duely noted,
you are quite the belligerent penguin.
My yak will make mince meat out of you.
You are not mighty... you ARE NOT superior..
oh omnipotent godly one.
I want to poke you with a weasely ferret,
Frozen Fire.
Metaphysical?
My prism emits only orange and purple.


Ok... now that you've read a bunch of poems from me... i don't want to get replies telling me that it isn't poetry. It's free-verse, it doesn't have to rhyme. I promise.

Now, I wrote all this poetry awhile ago, and just thought i'd share it with you all, cause some of you might find it very entertaining... and perhaps others will find it frightening, either is a good reaction.

I wrote it to be the most confusing and retarded poetry ever... and I think that i was successful. Now THAT'S art. (or maybe not).

But that would be a good discussion... maybe we should make a forum topic about "what constitutes art?" ... who makes that decision, how you quantify it, etc.

-Mike

Animal wrote:
Read the forum rules. Especially the part where it says "Double Posting is not allowed". If you have something to add to a post, use the "Edit" button. All posts combined by me.
a.Bird
Two love birds fluttered in a buttercream skyline high up above the ocean
Until a shark jumped out of the water and slaughtered them in one motion.

-----

His skin pulls tightly across his skull as he plummits down the mountain side. Skis snaring over ten foot drifts. He whispers through the evergreens. The universe fades to white and disappears. The rules are bent like a pipe cleaner. Tomarrow is going to be just like today, but a day nearer to the future and day further from history. Everything fades into black and he becomes invisible. The mud gets deeper and his nostrils struggle. Eyes open! Skis quietly hissing. He tucks, pulls up and jumps off the edge of the world, fading into the unforgiving forces of gravity until his mind is a million miles away. He makes love with peril, fading back into the world until he can control nature. He's created his reality.

-----

Restate your stature and slash your problems in fractions, I can see your actions state that sacks of crack are actually freedom factions. Now mother pleads of problem free philosophy but chin up and safely place these words of wisdom in your sin cup- we'll fold fresh sheets of love that hug us like a warm glove, just hold it and stay bold to these words that i told ya you struggling soldia.

-----

A talking man steak sold me sweepstakes on a pair of cheapskates so I skated left then right to fight the quakes and shake mindstates of scare tactics, the fact is I'll spread my head practice to anyone who buzzes with fuzzy visions of financial incisions and cheap schemes that fight righteous rhythyms and hymns of clarity. Marry me and carry my soul's parody, you'll stress the mess that confesses itself to yourself you selfish master of plaster and plastic it's fantastic stay classic!

-----

My feet scuffed the sidewalk and kicked up an explosion of crimson that dispersed into a cloud and floated back to earth in slow motion. I looked up into the blazing blue, bordered by the rough silhouette of canary maples. A jagged crow cut across the plethora of color and vanished behind the firey thickness of an old oak. I panned back to gray concrete and ancient shell toes. Blood soaked leaves danced over my feet, through my legs. The air became busy and whistled across my ears a secret untouched by the hand of truth. Perpetual uncertainty whipped across my face and up my white t. The trees submitted to a shadowy darkness, the sky roasted smoke, and a kiss of rain greeted me on the back of my neck. It beat the concrete. It fcuked trees. The sky pounded its answer into the world, showering it with unconditional nurture. I allowed myself to be loved head to toe. To this day I had been waking, and finally on this sidewalk I died.

Animal wrote:
Do not multiple-post. Read the rules and follow them please! I've combined all your posts - use the "Edit" button next time and stop abusing the points system.
Nameless
*ahem*

Roses are red
Violets are not.
No quintipple posting
Or I'll report you to a mod.
yatria
The glass does not break because it is glass,
Said the philosopher. The glass could stay
Unbroken forever, shoved back in a dark closet,
Slowly weeping itself, a colorless liquid.
The glass breaks because somebody drops it
From a height — a grip stunned open by bad news
Or laughter. A giddy sweep of grand gesture
Or fluttering nerves might knock it off the table —
Or perhaps wine emptied from it, into the blood,
Has numbed the fingers. It breaks because it falls
Into the arms of the earth — that grave attraction.
It breaks because it meets the floor's surface,
Which is solid and does not give. It breaks because
It is dropped, and falls hard, because it hits
Bottom, and because nobody catches it.
nilsmo
jabapyth wrote:

Huh???? Confused Confused Confused


That was the point...
a.Bird
Animal wrote:
Do not multiple-post. Read the rules and follow them please! I've combined all your posts - use the "Edit" button next time and stop abusing the points system.


I wasn't trying to abuse anything, I was just really high and forgot that multiple posts make people extremely upset that one might be gaining too many useless points.

Thanks for correcting my behavior, I'll do my best to comply.
rightclickscott
Ahem...
*wickiwickiwah*

"And the Stone Mason takes out his forcepts,
The Stone Mason does all the work,
The Barber can give a haircut,
The Carpenter can take you out to lunch.

Now

But I just want play on my Panpipes,
I just want to drink me some wine.
As soon as your born, you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time..."

That was actually part of the chorus to Sheep Go To Heaven by Cake, I wanted to put it up because I like that line very much. I can't write real poetry for shit, yet that was the easiest thing to copy, aside from Jabberwocky, which could probably be easier to spot. I'm gonna shut up now and let this continue. </rant>
a.Bird
Well this isn't a poem exactly, but no one is feeling creative on this forum so here's a rant that I just finished scratching.

Quote:
She leaned on his shoulder. "My world is exceptionally cold and unforgiving," she seemed to plead. "You're part of the disaster, but this neck seems to be the only safe place to bury my soul." Pools of relief burned around the circumference of Jane's vision and poured down through the valleys of her frown. A part of her heart bled onto John's collarbone and he absorbed the impact with a wash of his own helplessness.

The two shared an embrace more powerful than the corruption of money, more concrete than the acceptance of God, and yet more extraordinarily foreign than any routine ever conditioned. This was the abstract truth of their pretensed concept of "love", and they shared the understanding as a monument of self recognition and acceptance of unjustified tragedy, ironically justifying their tragedies at their finest levels of devastation. "I love you," they both seemed to utter. "I understand and I submit. I've found you."
Idoru
Idoru here, lent the name of our father,
that's unless you like popups and rather
give commercial intrests the thanks and be pray,
for predators demanding you pay their crusade.

Me, I like to honor the one,
saying cyberspace,
and then he began,
in an endless race,
of romance, newromance,
romancer, all new...

So there you are with the answer at hand,
knowing clearly now who was naming this land,
though not even the slightest bit impressed,
when he saw what was out there he thought it as best,
a prank, some hoax, perheps in jest,
but nay, here it is, cyberspace to the rest,
not creating nor grasping nor making like you,
we're all stuck in black ice, that is one thing to true.

Still, we remember, we see it through mist,
romanticlly dreaming like an ideologist...
loyal
hello my name is Dad,
My nickname's Mr Bad,
I have a great big fat orange cat,
It likes to sit on the black mat,
It likes to drink white milk,
It likes to sit in silk,

Today I ran into a fly,
It hurt so much I had to cry,
It's sad: my broken arm,
Someone bad stole my farm,
What happened to all my good luck?
Where is my good fat buddy Chuck?

My house is on the hill,
My cat does not like to kill,
I have a nice exicting job,
Me and Chuck have a friend call Bob.
Bob likes to soak his hair in gel,
Bob does not think highly oh hell.

Me and Bob and Chuck play games
Chuck has a son called James,
Chuck's other son is called Ben,
James and Ben have a rubbish den.

All I want is a good old pie.
This is bad, so this is goodbye!
saiyeek
What this foolish are talking about
Its time to end your doubts
Get on get going
Set the rhyme of words flowing
RaMo
Pheh. Amateurs.

*clears throat*

It seems clear to me what these poems all lack
Opens up a weak point for me to attack
While many are random and easily bad
My poems contain what all yours never had
For a poet is something you can not just start
But a profound rhythm that comes from the heart
Now in terms of numbers there's many I've done
But to save all your time I'll post here just one...

(To be fair though, this isn't one of my best poems. I'm saving the best for a poetry compilation I plan to get published some time.)

Heroes
Have you ever wondered why
Heroes never cry?
Every time they moan
They’re never alone

It doesn’t matter why
That you’re not feeling high
But before by and by
You’ll let out your last sigh
The end is never nigh
So why not come with I?
Together we can fly
You can if you just try

Did you ever want to know
What makes a hero?
Not extermination
But determination

You never win first try
I do not mean to pry
Why take the time to cry?
Come let me dry your eye
Who knows when you will die?
You know how time does fly
There’s no need to feel shy
For one night let us lie

Did you ever want to know
How far heroes go?
Far beyond a dream
Further in a team

I’ll see you by the stars
I know you’ll get that far
You may not feel so tall
I’ll catch you if you fall
An angel from above
Has granted us this love
There’s nothing we can’t mend
Together we ascend

Have you ever wondered why
Heroes never cry?
Every time they moan
They’re never alone

With what we did perceive
As something we should grieve
Instead what we receive
Together we achieve
The greatest thing we know
A peaceful world in tow
Because we made it so
One type of a hero


DAMN WATTA LONG POEM.. IM GOOD AT POEMS.. ILL POST IT IN A SEC..
RaMo
WELL THIS IS MINE, I MADE IT FOR ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT.. TELL ME WHAT U GUYS THINK OF IT :d

War is like a death trap,
Actually it is a death trap,
You go in and might never come out,
Bombs in the air like soaring falcons,
Dog tags in the muddy ground, Saved as tokens,
Presenting a picture and flag to a family,
Hear their cries and walk away sadly,
Living life with memories and reminiscing,
You go up and down VRRR SHIFT like gears shifting,
Boom! Boom! Boom! Still hearing bombs after the war,

You look up see your fellow soldier up high,
You look down all u see is a blown up mine,
The war is there rain or shine,
Its like war is haunting you, trying to take care of it but you cant,
And Nah you wouldn’t understand,
Coming back home with 1 leg and 1 hand,
Mentally Ill, but it can’t, can’t be, but I am,
Hearing both sides chant,
Of the win they/we lost,

And at night staring high,
At the stars in the sky,
With a tear a happy cry,
And then a bomb fly’s by,
The tear turns into a sad cry,
You just wish this is a dream,
Hoping to wake up with peaches and cream,


Another faceless Casualty of injustice and hate,
How can one so innocent suffer such a fate?
A father and mother,
Hearing a dead son’s voice like a sweat song,
Hear a father and mothers cry all night long,
A brother to get past the anger he uses a bong,


A Thin Piece of Metal between Life and Death,
And A Piece Of Paper for Everyone to Be Left For Breath,
War Is So Evil Like Seth,
A Murderer of Osiris like War Is to a Baby's Breath,
On The Front Line,
Dying For a True Lie,
Your Alive Doing Just Fine,
!! BOOM !! You Die,

The war has its ways,
Your country does to,
But don’t forget so do you,

peace out.
HDirtwater
There once was a guy named Enis....

Just kidding. I have never had the talent or imagination to write any good poetry at all. I find good poetry (along with good lyrics in song) to be truly amazing.
djphil
i'm in love confused cuz,
i try not to...ABUSE HER,
i get aggravated and frustrated but ...I AMUSE HER,
its a ****** up feeling but if i don't use her i feel like i might...LOSE HER

see how that has me all mixed up there?
she always playin and she tells me what i want to hear,
WHAT I WANT TO HERE. i love her but i got a feel she don't love me back,
i feel like i give her my all, with out me then she lacks,

but at night when we alone in the room she turn into a freak and be havin me hold down the bars, and take charge,
one minute its computer love and the next minute she in the car,
at times she think i'm a mack cuz i'm always playin her, layin her on the tracks,
she loves to be chopped & screwed plus i love to push her to the max,

i admit world at times when it's late i just wanna lose it,
but i ask myself this..."where would i be if i wasn't in love with my music"...
peaceninja
Here's some spam poetry (ie Bayesian Poisoning) from my inbox:

Quote:
of course; but I was in a manner struck by it, as a new one gentleman - for that he had not - but the thing that struck me
always my good angel. I told you so. I never think of you in any incessantly playing one tune, and saw dog incessantly dancing one
same dull voice. Its a load off my mind, Trotwood, to have such together. She was like Hope embodied, to me. How different I felt step, up and down a gravel walk on one side of the lawn.


it makes no sense yet it's strangely poetic, and it passes through the spam filters in my inbox...
Captain Fertile
"Wendy did really love Andy,
Andy did really Love Wendy,
Andy was terribly Randy,
and Wendy was surprisingly bendy,
Hurrah!"


My first ever poem (it may not be art but I like it). Very Happy
Jack_Hammer
There was a young woman from Leeds,
Who had some sexual needs,
Shame I wasn't there really...
spanx
ye s poetry should be the best way tro express one s feeling n a piece of paper with rhyme and the message to the people.
there r many advantage of the poetry so we should try to give good message through our poetry
ainieas
Pieces of my Insanity

This ethereal silence haunts me,
Taunts me,
These undying stretches of solitude heals me,
Steals me,
Trapped in the confines of my mind,
I find,
Trying to define that which is real,
Is surreal,
Images in my mind a song,
I belong,
My memories set me free,
Blinded I see,
Touched again I feel,
I kneel.
RhysAndrews
Jesus does flippin' rock (all the following poems copyright 2004-2006!).

'Someone So Plain'
Quote:
I'd fallen into the pit, the light faded away
I was in pitch black, had no happiness to display
You told me to trust, love and obey
To keep my faith, and to pray

I prayed for months, still with no reply
I was losing my faith, and I started to die
When a hand came down from the top of the pit
My love for you I cannot deny

You led me through the jungle of depression and pain
You gave me a rainbow, took away the rain

How could you, oh Lord, love someone so Plain
A sinful wreck, a bad example, Just please Explain
From the way you have been able to extol my soul
My love for you will always remain

Just like when you silenced the storm and rain
You silenced my pain
I will now always remember that word 'faith'
Because I know if I dont, I would go insane

So now that I know without you there will be no shore
Thus, No island of heaven for me to explore


'Liquid Dream'
Quote:

Could I? Should I?
If I wanted to, Would I?
I can't Digest my Feelings no More
I can't cough them up, can't swallow them down
Cut my throat so it bleeds on the floor
Then in my feelings I can drown

Will I? Shall I?
With Permission, Can I?
Love you with my Heart, cold from fear
Hold you with my Arms, cracked from stress
Complete my other half, Make my life clear
And find a way to regress

My dreams of you, too sized
A solid still being comprised
Can't get it out of my head, When I get out of bed
Living my life in fear, What got me so chastised?

Liquid Dream, Is all i'm needing
To swallow my haunts and stop the bleeding
Must get you out, Wanna keep you in
Gotta digest my nightmares before proceeding


'Happiness is a Song'
Quote:
I guess happiness is a song
With a beginning, middle and end
But happiness with you my friend,
Will be there till the end of time

Love is not like a river,
That flows one way.
Love is like an Ocean,
With waves every second and predators coming from behind.

But with this special friendship,
Not a friendship but a brothership,
No ocean is strong enough to break us apart,
No Song can end our attractions
Because our friendship is everlasting

We had this adventure,
through depression, love and faith
But this is only the beginning,
we have the rest of the journey to spend together

Please realize this is not the end of depression,
But neither is it the end of happiness and friendship
The meaning of life is to prepare for death,
Lets do it together.


'Strive'
Quote:
It ends here
No more pain
About damn time cause i'm going insane

Packup my life, move somewhere else
Lock the door to my abandoned house
Cry my tears to flood the floor
I ain't thinking of this world anymore

Got nothing to lose, I've lost it already
The chances of surviving doesn't look pretty
Go on, piss off, have a nice day
This world is deaf, so in itself it can pay

So now i'm learning about my life
By leaving it alone
And without a life, see me survive
Only for your love will I strive


'Wasted'
Quote:

As I lay, drained and drowned
Retreated, shambled tie across my neck
Unbuttoned shirt and Unexpressed face
Abandoned Body, with a busy mind

My surroundings have been blurred
As I only think of you
And the beauty I've missed, The beauty I...
I never knew I had 'til It was lost.

I thought I drank you out of my head
But you only fell into my heart
Filtering pain into my veins
And making yourself at home

And if only you weren't so beautiful
I wouldn't fall into the pit every time I saw you
And our friendship could trail persistently
And this shackled heart could breath again


'The Mask'
Quote:
The mask.. a sickly, sticky,
mutated, plastic, air-tight,
distraught abyss of black soup.

The mask.. a satanic, uncomfortable
invisible, addictive, suffocating
extremity of nauseating negativity.

The mask.. a disease wiping out
the beauty within the mind of
undiscovered souls

The mask.. a bodyguard with
a devious plan ready to hatch.
Circling the helpless prey,
held hostage to the masks attraction.

The mask.. only curable from the faith
and courage of the victim. Only removable
from the strength and realization from the
hostage.

What's with all the emo lyrics, you ask? Haha, long story - these poems are old though.

-Rhys
Ranti84
Here's probably my favorite one that I've written, I can post more later if you wish.

Dreams

As the breaking light turns to waking moments,
Misty dreams make their flight.
The lies unfold, truth untold,
Yet darkness still yields to light.

Naught but a dream, mayhap a nightmare,
Torrents shall take their turn.
Courage shall fold, and bones shatter,
But the unyielding hope remains.

Fights take their toll, as with struggles,
Beings taken to the uttermost.
The support, the ties, stretched to its limit,
In the darkness, does one light remain?

Friends be called, friends be told,
The enemy grows ever still.
The words and actions, ever combined,
Good intentions lead to hurt and chasms.

Nightmares and reality shatter the dream,
That leads to preemption of the necessary retreat.
Inner struggles and outer strife ever exist,
The hopes of many rest on the few.

The original dream, hidden in a corner,
Bides its time till searched out once more.
A time when hearts and shattered souls are healed,
And are led to the wanted utopia of peace.
mimsxmassacre
christmas poetry
:]]

All those amazing dreams
And now the stillness of this place
Here my life will start anew
And time be measured from this day

This was not the plan
Not here, not in this humble shed
That somehow seems so perfect now
A sweet celestial irony

Who were those people here?
How could they know the time the place?
To seek a child who no one knows
And kneel before his lowly bed

And such a child as this
Whose eyes it seems I've always known
A smile that tells me everything
Without the need to tell me why

My love says not a word
Too busy living in his head
Anxious, bewildered and afraid
Yet proud and steadfast, come what may

Whatever lies ahead
The hand of God must have its way
This story is so wonderful
That it can only end in tears
Silk2008
Allright I'll bite.

Lazily dreaming to me is seeming
to finally cut me loose.

From the bonds that for so long
had held me like a noose.

From day to day the price I pay
for living "respectfully"

Is more and more the force behind
that which is killing me.

Well when I drank that wine, I felt so fine
I fell right through a dream.

But when I took that hit, well that did the trick
and fixed my broken seam.

Thoughts unchained, yet well framed
can change your point of view.

But if you take that ride, then don't be surprised
why I call it acid stew.
karysky
Hum first, I really suck at writing poetry, and second, English isn't my first language, so, for now, I'll just post you my all-time favourite poem, that I know by heart, and I'll try to write something in the next few days for you guys Razz

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

It's by Robert Frost...

OK, I'm getting out my pencils... but I'll never beat you all, your poems are awesome!
mejo1900
Rhyming poems do not rock
I hope my free verse you don't mock
Oh no my poem has a rhyme
I shall avoid in future time
this strict form
that is the norm
but for now
I shall bow
to your conformity
and rhyme in my poem
Noremac
There should be a competition for this, then I would enter my poem. I'm scared of it being stolen Smile

And some of these are more like Raps then poetry, but thats cool.

I studied poetry in year 12 so I'm pretty good with the technical stuff.
paskifire
la punition d'abandonner


From friends to lovers, and lovers to strangers,

Waiting for answers to my question,

If this is only an opinion,

Can I handle what is at stake?





You wanted space, and then I gave you your universe.

You pled for air, and then I gave you your breath.

You asked your life back, so I gave you your freedom.

You beg for love, so I faced you empty-handed.



We ought to fight for the one we love,

In the end, we’ll realize that we fight for nothing.

Maturity can kill,

The one left behind can’t stop bleeding.



What will you do?

Kill the one who give up?

Kill the time and let go? Or

Kill yourself?



Don’t waste your life,

Time can’t stop for you.

A departure will always be a departure.

No one knows how long it will take.



Clarify your thoughts,

Eliminate weak decisions.

If there’s someone new,

Then let go.



On letting go,

There’s another life

The one left behind will find another soul.

The one who left will be punished.



Curse, Kiss, and Love.

A sweet art of loving,

We can’t deny.

But it’s better to kill than let go.



-END-
JessieF
Oh geez, he thinks he is something,
Simply because he can spit a bunch of rhymes.
Poetry doesn't have to rhyme,
It just needs to flow - if I may be sublime.

He thinks he is getting a trophy,
For his choppy, bogus lines of "eloquence".
He reiterates himself without ceasing,
As if his words had meaning - had some substance.

I think it is time to end this altercation
- time to make this post short and sweet.
You had best leave this to the pros,
Because your train to fame has left the station.




Nothing personal. Smile I just thought I would challenge your post directly.
rajpk
nice all of your poetry

if you want to read more poetry visit my poetry site
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