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MisterKite
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Short poems.
#5414289 - 03/17/06 07:02 PM (18 years, 15 days ago) |
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please post original SHORT poems. No "Howls" allowed, lets keep it under 12 lines.
Here's one I wrote:
Capitalist Whore
I met a man in a nice suit He kept looking at his watch (I think it was Swiss) as he drove 85 on the highway And turned his car into a flaming metallic coffin And no one cried at his funeral
-12/26/04
-------------------- "But for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh we deprive a soul of the sun and light, and of that proportion of life and time it had been born into the world to enjoy."
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jmg5
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I posted this a couple weeks ago: http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Cat/0/Number/5350043/an/0/page/2
Here's one I wrote sitting in a desk (you know the ones where the chair is attached to the desktop ) when I was still in high school, no title ------------------- Papers, pens and pencils scatterd on my desk Like one-thousand kids before me this seat I do detest But the desk cannot but sit here and I but sit on it And one-thousand more will sit here waiting for the end of it -------------------
Your poem is pretty cool!
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JacquesCousteau
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We waste our time with these blindfolds. Folded up neat, keeps us tucked inside... protection from life and the brightest light; We never take the time to breathe.
We play the role of 'Forgetful': a human who was not prepared for life. Twenty go by, as I blink my eyes. I never took the time to breathe...
it's time to break the leash.
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JacquesCousteau
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I wish I could rely upon my eyes. See a certain sight and sacrifice. I'm willing to secede that we may write but not ahead of time without a right.
I see that we agree, and every time... I try to let it be, I leave my guns. Set it out of key, and with my release... I let it out alive, I let it run.
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TheZeusStone
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God's in his heaven I'm in my hell The world is lovely Everone's swell
The bees go by The fish swim past The lucid surface Of the looking glass
The other side The other mind Is part of me One of a kind
I'm in my heaven God's in his hell The lovely is world Before it fell
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MadSeasonAbove
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A swirly eyed man lay rest to the abandoned. So powerful, others could not fathom. His lofty breath dense with terror. All based on human error.
Brashing seas cause panic to the masses. While a gusty breeze pays havoc to the grasses. A land once quiet and calm, now cryptic. If one blinks their eyes, they may miss it.
A punishing strike to our mother. Leaving all forms of life to depend on their brother. A conspicuous glare through an opaque sky, Sitting, waiting. Knowing I will die.
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kaniz
That one, overthere.
Registered: 07/23/04
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1st draft of some poems I wrote during class today. I should of been paying attention, but meh. Also, these are a bit longer than 12 lines, but no howls either
#1 - Filter of Sanity ---------------------- What! ---- I cut you the ideas racing ideas the mental check the switch to sanity mental check to my own sanity filters are failing filters between sanity ------- between insanity the filter that controls the switch to my sanity the urge to throw urge to throw the bottle urge to smash and scream and cry and and and and The filter works. This time.
#2 - Growth (note: I fear this poem may be falling into some cliche teenage-angst type bullshit of which I am trying to avoid... but here it is anyways) ------------------------ I hate you hate the world hate life hate ideas hate hate hate myself the most rip me open, pour me out - insides black hate, hate painted the path to my own inner destruction hate, hate painted the path to my own inner exploration the exploration of my self destruction, hate fueling the vehicle the vehicle to my own demise despise the path to exploration the hate planted the seeds planted seeds in the destination destination of inner exploration the seeds of hate grew the ugly trees climbed and rose climbed the trees of my self destruction i rose to the top of hate and found light.
.. The above poem is a bit of a relization of a self-destructive path I was going down for a while, and even though it may not of been the best path, or the funnest - I learned alot about myself in it, and came out for the better because of it.
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eligal
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Re: Short poems. [Re: kaniz]
#5423412 - 03/20/06 09:13 PM (18 years, 12 days ago) |
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holy shit man, those poems scream drug abuse!!
-------------------- \m/ Spanksta \m/ "do you have the freedom to do with your nervous system what you want?" "MolokoMilkPlus said: I'll respect you if you let me give you a blow job" "tactik said: respect the can."
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chunder
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Re: Short poems. [Re: eligal]
#5423662 - 03/20/06 10:12 PM (18 years, 12 days ago) |
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heres one I just wrote for this topic:
Fuckers in the East Fuckers in the West Stuck in the Middle ----with the rest of the fuckers.
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kaniz
That one, overthere.
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Re: Short poems. [Re: chunder]
#5424638 - 03/21/06 10:37 AM (18 years, 12 days ago) |
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and now, for a poem that doesnt sound like a drug-addicts confession :P
Missing Winter -------------- My guard set, and my vulnerabilities rose. Laying in bed next to you, feeling alone. The sorrows of years past came to surface. Letting something out: to let something in. The taste of spring on a winters breeze, the scent of coffee sweeping into the rolled down car window. Sitting in the coffee shop ? the wide-eyed grandson sitting across from a proud grandfather. One dunked their donut into hot chocolate, the other into black, no, sweetened? No .. Coffee. Into their coffee. The car ride home, the long way around, the coffee shop, what was its name? With the white stucco and the details that don?t matter? it faded into the distance. My hand would catch at the air with the window rolled down. The same hand that would catch the Frisbee, it was made from a lid, from a coffee jar or margarine container. I?d catch it, before it glided over the couch. The smell of tobacco puffed from a pipe, the smell of Nivea on fresh shaven skin. The clock ticks in the background, the clock ticks. Laying in bed, strining popcorn on Christmas decorations, the phone rings, the news .. the heart sinks ? the memory fades. I tell you this, you crack a joke. I let something out, to let something in ? I wasn?t expecting hurt.
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kaniz
That one, overthere.
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Re: Short poems. [Re: kaniz]
#5424661 - 03/21/06 10:42 AM (18 years, 12 days ago) |
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And then, I suppose you could argue 'is this a poem or not'. But, whatever.
Unknown --------- I feel like crawling into a cave and dying. Remains only to be found when a new suburban condo is to be built, and the hopeful investors will wonder - who was this man? Then unknown, I will be remembered.
*note: I am not a big fan on 'traditional' poem format alot of the time, nor am I a big fan of rhyming. If it happens naturally - so be it, but not going to force a rhyme into a poem just to make it rhyme :P
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kaniz
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Re: Short poems. [Re: kaniz]
#5429028 - 03/22/06 08:34 AM (18 years, 11 days ago) |
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Well, trying to re-work the poem to be a little less 'MySpace emo-teenage angst' (I hate stuff like that, and it was really bugging me in the one poem)
a minor re-write/edit, but still a work in progress. But, I think getting rid of all the 'hate' stuff, and finding other words to use in place of hate as helped. --- painted the path to my own inner destruction painted the path to my own inner exploration the exploration of my self destruction, abhorrence fueling the vehicle the vehicle to my own demise despise the path to exploration the revulsion planted the seeds planted seeds in the destination destination of inner exploration the seeds of revulsion grew the ugly trees climbed and rose climbed the trees of my self destruction i rose to the top of my own destruction and found light.
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eligal
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Re: Short poems. [Re: kaniz]
#5430112 - 03/22/06 01:58 PM (18 years, 11 days ago) |
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i like it
-------------------- \m/ Spanksta \m/ "do you have the freedom to do with your nervous system what you want?" "MolokoMilkPlus said: I'll respect you if you let me give you a blow job" "tactik said: respect the can."
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Real_Poopypants
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Here are a few of mine. The first one is about mushrooms. I posted a few more here.
We is Key
In this bag I keep a key. This key unlocks a part of me that, if you're lucky, I'll let you see.
This part is like the dark of space, but filled with light - a wondrous place - to see the look upon your face!
Within this portal you will find whatever notions come to mind, what beautiful things I hide inside.
It might seem small, but it only seems - dimensions here encompass dreams, from dragons eyes to crystal streams.
If you want to see my secret I'll take my key and open it, but once you've seen you can't forget.
My only rule is that you must fall into me, commit your trust and keep this secret between us.
Let the truth be told that futures cannot hold. You contemplate, but I?ll show you how the future is just tomorrow?s now. The past is just the present, gone. The future is just the present, done. So if you find you?re looking past the present, you move on too fast. The future always moves away ? The present ? it is here to stay.
Edited by Real_Poopypants (04/05/06 06:09 PM)
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TheZeusStone
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I forget where I did this
Over twelve lines but oh well
The God, The Daughter, The Holy Motorcycle
The man strode across the limbo fields Stopping to admire his lovely work. Dark rays the dying sun did yield Across the conceptual laughing Earth. He birthed his creation on his mind the brim (Or perhaps his creation birthed him)
One day, per chance, on his descendant path He came across a girl, naked and free. Her body was innocent, like a child?s laugh. Like a midnight fall, her hair fell in streams. Her eyes glittered mad, blue sinful crimes (Or perhaps she was simply a mortal divine)
?Good time, my child,? he greeted in pomp His power dripping likes a bursting dam. ?I see you?ve decided to lovely a romp? Milk the grandeur, this place is grand!? She stared at him a while, her sapphires ablaze Their perfect complexion was not to be amazed.
?Sir, not to be rude, but know this well I know not this place, nor you nor me I?ve collapsed heaven and burned down hell My desired self is one to be free.? Her fingers to lips, the birth of man. A lovely dead whistle burned through the land.
Apocalyptic dust settled ahead Missing toward them, destination cruel. Time was rejected; the two soon would be dead. It stopped with a halt, and from the earthen mist came a jewel. A beastly machine, of power and wheels. A controlled Horseman, sans emotion to feel.
She jumped on the thing, a dainty tap of her feet. It growled a message, egged by her hand. ?Sir, I feel that I must go and beseech My fate, should I control it bland.? She roared away, the dragoness flying Across lushing plants of a world dying
The man stared across, awe mist in his eyes. The man stared across, the moon greeting him with white kisses. The man stared across, belief ready to die. The man stared across, his perfect shot full of misses. For what we may think is ours and proud Can be one other?s, rejecting us loud.
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Real_Poopypants
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Inside mediocrity a spark waits to ignite. Within my head lie grounded dreams wanting to take flight. And in my heart a crimson stream pumped upwards to my brain. My brain makes little use of it - my heart - it pumps in vain.
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Real_Poopypants
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Write My Wrongs
In this tree I sit, contemplating broken glass, shards of myself trying to find each other. When they meet, will they know the other?? Will they sing that song that I hear so often?? My signature, my song, my heartbeat, a sadness, a longing for tranquility. I sit and wait for calm - the eye, in which, I can write my wrongs.
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Todcasil
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Castigate
My energy pulls as this man walks by My wonder ceases as he is as banal as i believe He made his hunting grounds the top of deadly towers And worshiped his god from the alter at his wrist his family was fed to the brim his compassion new no bounds though his children were bound to his will his wife was bound to his dick the coffin clicked his family cried for his provide
-------------------- Men look at themselves and they see flawed humans, we look at women and we see perfect GODDESSES Women look at themselves and they seem utterly human, when looking at men they see proud GODS. ~Casil
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ClammyJoe
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Re: Short poems. [Re: Todcasil]
#5489390 - 04/07/06 10:00 AM (17 years, 11 months ago) |
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The Lord, the Sun, and Whole Wheat Toast ___________________________________________
Upon his thrown, Jesus did sit It seems he never bothered to give a shit The third world always in desperate need Gangs, and guns, and bombs make our planet bleed But oh, our dear lord, he did just SPIT The spot all this horror, death, and sadness did hit He had already planted religions seed But on these bibles, children can not feed They dare not plead Sending missionaries to foreign lands To tell these people of God's plan They give into these religious lies, without having to think They'll believe anything as long as you give them water to drink And the lord did rejoice at this exploitation For he knew, it meant more donations Take the non-believers into incarceration
Edited by TheMadConductor (04/07/06 10:01 AM)
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Birds_Can_Swim
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Re: Short poems. [Re: ClammyJoe]
#5489782 - 04/07/06 11:53 AM (17 years, 11 months ago) |
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Psyku
Kill the women and Spare the children so that they May see mother's blood
Kill the men and spare The women so that they see Pleasure well destroyed
Kill the children and Spare the men so they see the Futility of loins
Kill them all, leave none Undead so that all may see Their mortality
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