Share your poetry

[Jacksterson]

Why can't you see that we're all involved
in this world of contention and of biblical malls?

Why can't you hear our animal cries,
for fictional murders, while your mothers all die?

This is the plea, the crying of millions.
Instincts all caged by our sinful attire.

Listen and feel behind your scan-lines.
When I plug in this lyric, backed by the silence
Into your outlet of total compliance
The electrical brilliance surges from souls
Towards the contrasting deafness of quite empty shells
And shatters go the window, decibels abound
A trillion papers and a billion fists
This collision will repeat until it is found.

Wrote this one last night. Anyone care to share any themselves?

[Oisterman]

I would.

If I was creative enough to come up with anything

[Urahara]

The eyes of hate stares down at me
with so much disapproval and it makes me
feel uncomfortable and unwelcome,
My only wish to learn more about different cultures

I live in a nation where different cultures
Are meant to embrace each other
Where multiculturalism is a symbol of strength
I've also realize I live in a family of mixed heritage

We all have blood pumping through our veins
Heart beating and a brain
And we all have feelings
It's not worth judging someone through their race

Fix it, if you must.

[Jacksterson]

Fix it, if you must.

Whats wrong with it? oO

[Urahara]

I just felt something is wrong or missing.

[Deimos]

[Jammart]

Sure c;.. here you are!

A Fool’s Love Song

I love you no matter how far away.
He said with most pride and dedication.
She replied to him: that’s what they all say,
He packed his things and left on vacation.

As the days went by she lost all her faith,
For the return of her only true love.
He promised to return by July the eighth,
But ‘tis the ninth, and nothing thereof.

Stronger she grows, more miserable it seems;
Despite all her anger she’s still on her knees.
Nothing is left but memories and dreams,
Begging, sobbing─ somebody help me please.

And that’s the story of someone so lost.
She’s still waiting; her fingers are crossed.

[Jacksterson]

Sure c;.. here you are!

A Fool’s Love Song

I love you no matter how far away.
He said with most pride and dedication.
She replied to him: that’s what they all say,
He packed his things and left on vacation.

As the days went by she lost all her faith,
For the return of her only true love.
He promised to return by July the eighth,
But ‘tis the ninth, and nothing thereof.

Stronger she grows, more miserable it seems;
Despite all her anger she’s still on her knees.
Nothing is left but memories and dreams,
Begging, sobbing─ somebody help me please.

And that’s the story of someone so lost.
She’s still waiting; her fingers are crossed.

Damnit Jammy.
:/

Now I'm all b'aww

[Jammart]

>.<; sorryyyy I have a lot of dark poems because I usually write them when I'm upset or just generally sad .

[Oisterman]

Not my poem, but prolly the best poem I have ever heard:

"I wrote the shortest jazz poem ever. Nothing about huggin' and kissin'. Just one word. Listen."

[Danke]

My Haiku

SEASON OF SEX

sex lust love

dripping thrusting moaning

babies and disease

[Vesper]

Hugh Laurie and Rowan Atkinson, what's not to like about that?

[Jacksterson]

This came to me when i was eating a bowl of cereal the other day.

"tornado"
Tornados are a powerful force
they can move pencil,paper and washing machines
they make me feel happy,they make me feel sad

I don't get it...

[ZormaX]

This poem is dedicated to Onrpg:

"Hi, I am bob"
"I like cereal"

[Testeagle]

Roses are red
pickles are green
I love your legs
and what's in between.

(but on a serious note some stuff on my myspace I can't be stuffed copying over, maybe later)

[Ithian]

Roses are red
pickles are green
I love your legs
and what's in between.

Short, uneventful and not pleasing to the senses, let's hope that doesn't say too much about yourself ^_-

[Testeagle]

Short, uneventful and not pleasing to the senses, let's hope that doesn't say too much about yourself ^_-

Mission accomplished!

(you got in before the added note though)

here we go

It starts as a lump in your throat
You eyes start to fill with tears and coat
You start to kind of frown
And then the tears begin to tumble down
You try to stop them but it's to late
You can't believe you're in this state
You were strong you were tough
But now you heart and mind have had enough
You sulk wine and moan
It hurts so much when you alone
Just remember that tomorrows a new day
It'll probably be better, it might be okay.

Or maybe

Tic toc
Time flies
Tic toc
The years go by
Tic toc
I'd give a dime
Tic toc
To just stop time
Tic toc
We all regret
Tic toc
But we forget
Tic toc
We all try
Tic toc
But we all die

[Slade]

The booming voice of God doth spake,
'By my blood I shall destroy
All those of yesteryear
Who but reclaim their penance
And I do not like Green Eggs and Ham
You must kill your brother, Abraham.'

Yes I know ham rhymes with ham, I got poetic license I can do what I want.