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Poxin member
Member # Joined: 10 Sep 2000 Posts: 122 Location: Chilliwack, B.C. Canada
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2001 11:51 pm |
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I havent observed to much poetry around here. Which really is a shame. Heres a couple of mine to start off
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I closed my eyes to which I discoverd
A world of beauty, truth, and power
I made it blue, then green, then yellow
Gave it places and beings did fallow
Formed rolling green hills in which they ran
Their exsistance was to do whatever they can
To grow and experiance was the master plan
I opened my eyes to which I discoverd
I disconnection from all the others
It's blue, green, and yellow here too
But nothings connected nothing feels true
It's as if the beings here they don't understand
Like they don't remember the one master plan
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Layerd detailed textured it's a complete piece
My great work of regret and defeat
Stored stained reflected it's a memorie
A bitter image carved hard into me
Dragged right down to a bottom
Didn't really see it as a problem
Tryed so hard to get through to you
It was somthing I needed to do
Tasted enjoyed desired it's hated so
A wealth of pain hollowed cold
Shaped molded modifyed it's a twisted reflection
But a mirror of my beaten compassion
Ran so fast right down to the bottom
Didn't really think it was a problem
Tryed so hard to get through to you
It was somthing I thought I could do
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(untitled)
Flowers and leaves this is how we see
Exsisting in a mind of fantasy
From one to many to one again
Always avoiding a supposed end
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(untitled)
I am not a single to be anylized
I am not one object to be realized
There is not a point in which to describe
What it is that I am or what guides my life
I'm but so many places in one location
Always the same but forever changing
[ December 03, 2001: Message edited by: Poxin ] |
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Aura member
Member # Joined: 25 Oct 2001 Posts: 55 Location: Yuma, AZ
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 7:31 am |
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You're are so awesome. Thanks for following through with what I started. I'll post later. |
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vantid junior member
Member # Joined: 15 Nov 2001 Posts: 14 Location: Texas
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 7:32 am |
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ehm...i suck at poetry...but, um...sure...
Now's Now
In this black mist
No love arises
In this black mist
Are crual surprises.
In the wretched veil
Sorrow is often
In this wretched veil
Grief never doftens
In this evil dark
Joy won't show
In this evil dark
Hope won't glow
In the vile smog
Pain's just a mercy
In this vile smog
Creature's are blood-thirsty
In this real world
People are treated
In the this real world
Hateful, slippery blood.
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See the flame dance
'Neath the waxing moon
Fill your eyes with the Dance
And spirit full of fire
Sin the melody of the stars
With the harmony of the light
And let the waves of peace and love
Carry you into the night.
Drift along in distant seas
That whisper to the shores
Of life and time and mystery
The yearning asks for more.
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untitled
I do not see the children
Only monsters of teeth and hell
For society had corrupted our joy
Turned to hate with lust
Of rape and scorn and blood
Of anger and prejudice and greed
For more of all of the above
I do not see the children
Look back! Damn you!
I DO NOT SEE THE CHILDREN!!!
only monsters of teeth and hell
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A world in a mind
Life in a shell
A drop in the water
Storm in a shell
A flame on the sun
A soul in the eye
They say bigger's better
But i know that's a lie.
yuh. pooie.
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wayfinder member
Member # Joined: 03 Jan 2001 Posts: 486 Location: Berlin, Germany
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 8:19 am |
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a life so bleak
a face so featureless
when music plays
it gets so cold |
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Aura member
Member # Joined: 25 Oct 2001 Posts: 55 Location: Yuma, AZ
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 9:06 am |
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nobody can suck at poetry, poetry is who we are inside and what we feel, that can never be wrong. So if you're reading this and you think "oh I'm no good at poetry" think again cuz what you're feeling does matter. |
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[Shizo] member
Member # Joined: 22 Oct 1999 Posts: 3938
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 2:59 pm |
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Life is whack, i cannot wonder
Every bum has got to ponder.
Every night and every day,
I drink vodka all the way. |
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Poxin member
Member # Joined: 10 Sep 2000 Posts: 122 Location: Chilliwack, B.C. Canada
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 3:01 pm |
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Heres another one
{walking the green}
Walking the green, I look at the stars in the sky
I'm trying to feel real, trying to be alive
Walking the green, I was feeling so high
Tripped on a stump, got dirt in my eye
Crawling the green, I havent enough
Trying to feel fine, trying to cheer up
Crawling the green, I try to laugh and I cry
Tripped on a stump, got dirt in my eye
Laying atop the green, I think and I smile
It's funny that all this, will be over in a while
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bld member
Member # Joined: 15 Dec 2000 Posts: 235 Location: USA
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 8:44 pm |
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This one isn't as serious as the others but oh well.
I cry in pain
As i try in vain
To free my pipper
From my zipper
I actually handed that in as an assignment, teacher wasn't very fond of it. |
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Anthony member
Member # Joined: 13 Apr 2000 Posts: 1577 Location: Winter Park, FLA
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2001 9:07 pm |
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There once was a man from St. Hives,
who was stung in the arm by a wasp.
When they asked, "does it hurt?"
He replied, "no it doesn't"
"It's a good job it wasn't a hornet."
Not mine, but I love it |
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klaivu member
Member # Joined: 29 Jan 2000 Posts: 551 Location: Helsinki, Finland
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 2:30 am |
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I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear;
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips taht would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. Eliot |
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soilborn member
Member # Joined: 22 Nov 2001 Posts: 58 Location: divided states
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 2:44 am |
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lyrics are close enough i guess....
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suddenly feeding
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I should have cried, but too entertained by the living lie.
Life, this inevitable poison, lure, alleviate and feed us. slavery made me slow some days
But aren't all days the same, no moral, peril will never change, neither will the sky
Yet we still complain of bastards and our nation's remains. alter's speak of eulogies, gods and evils. defined machinery. puppets to the masacists. fasades to famine and outbreaks behind the fashion models
parabol myths enchanting the hiss of war mongers
and their teflon mentals. everybody's someones else's nigger. dismal civilizations will never differ, seed becomes vine. The ending of time couldn't come sooner. Into the womb, I breathe, pacified by this sun's liver. Pour the souls of my unborn into the river, sprout to the fruitings of recycled manhoods. seven roads, one leads to shores the others back to my umbilical. Where we bleed, to lay our bed of leaves, amongst the theives, their greed, and the immortal.
...were do we go from here? sleeveless entry into another thought. tomorrow.
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format's weak, may have spelling errors, whatever copy and paste from notepad. =p |
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Anthony member
Member # Joined: 13 Apr 2000 Posts: 1577 Location: Winter Park, FLA
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 6:43 am |
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Hey, the Hollow Men! I wrote a satirical essay on that back in High School, AP English 4 class. I showed how he was writing about the obesity problem in America(basic premise, we eat junk food, or empty calories, and we stuff ourselves on it. Therefore we're stuffed hollow). That was fun :] |
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Etict member
Member # Joined: 18 May 2001 Posts: 83 Location: Germany
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 9:40 am |
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Right now
I don't have time to
write poetry
because my boss,
evil and hyauge,
will kick my ass,
these lines don't rhyme and
roses are red
back to work,
amen.
*sniff* I'm touched of my own words...* |
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Poxin member
Member # Joined: 10 Sep 2000 Posts: 122 Location: Chilliwack, B.C. Canada
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 10:41 am |
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klaivu: I really love that first one. =)
Keep em comming. Heres another one of mine.
Clear sky sun beams
Over lush organic beauty
Where my mind floats free
In the endless tranquility
The view unsame
Where things they change
Growing free from the frame
The hateful and pain
This place i've been
Once in a dream |
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edible snowman member
Member # Joined: 12 Sep 2000 Posts: 998
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2001 2:36 pm |
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my friend told me to write random lines in english, which may be slightly influenced by this one girl who was an annoying grating voice, and no intelligence.
In the balcony,
the bird sings,
Scared and alone
cries the room,
Hands of many,
hold up the table,
Life inside the shiny glass.
The hand picks up,
the knife,
And takes
the knife,
To
the heart,
Red flows
on the floor
DIE BITCH
DIE!
The bird sings
of the fall.
my attempts at poetry aren't all that serious or long... |
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Aura member
Member # Joined: 25 Oct 2001 Posts: 55 Location: Yuma, AZ
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2001 7:35 am |
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desperate but entangled
lusting only for love
a somber cry that of sorrow
condemn me in the morrow
teardrops fall upon a sea unseen
entrapped me in all but a dream
I'm torn left to mourn
no glimmer of light
no sun that shines upon the waves
can brighten my day
light up my life
give me the courage to love again
to put a scarred heart upon a vow
the vow that lies in the heart
to only be broken for a new mistress
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