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The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. 8
#12031863 - 02/15/10 01:40 AM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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I have gotten a go from one of the moderators to start the official "post your own poetry thread " , so this should be a sticky.
I love reading poems by amateurs as it seems to be free from literary criticism. I think all poems are good, and I love reading them.
In this thread, let's please be polite and sensitive to people's work. For some people , it takes a lot of courage to share their art. So, please be respectful.
I am hoping this can be a good thread for aspiring/casual poets to share their work with fellow psychedelic mates.
I will kick things off with a poem I wrote about a girl I once knew:
"This is a Sad Story"
and she deteriorated slowly, never heard from again this was a sad story because all she needed was a friend the isolation grew into infinity, and forgotten were the days of sunny smiles now, her brain has worn out, from running endless self-conscious miles
the knight in shining armor never arrived she was forgotten, and somewhere else he thrived so she sat with her cats, her squirrels, her pigeons… living in the zoo in her head people had cold, horrifying eyes animals and jazz were her only friends
she could’ve been someone special, someone for the ages there could’ve been stories written for hundreds of pages she could’ve touched lives, if someone had touched her in the end, she died not of old age, but because no one truly loved her
her story was never told no one ever knew her name there wasn’t much to tell it was really a tearless shame. especially since, there are so many silent souls that are the same.
but, there is importance to every life, because we can always learn the lesson here is… take control of the wheel, press on the gas, close your eyes, and make the turn.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: remake] 6
#24527526 - 08/03/17 01:19 PM (6 years, 5 months ago) |
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The Soft Parade
"The soft parade has now begun; Listen to the engines hum..." If we have wasted silent dawns We hope that day's not done
All we do, build for the grave Listen to the latest knave What a tragic history We need another wave
People out to have some fun Deliver up some other one Essentially, that's the result Yet we mustn't crawl, but run
So there's the proposition We are far from in position The clock is ticking, almost dead Life isn't an audition
Defending this place -- getting tough The world's a place that's kind of rough If we could stop this waste of time Perhaps we'd live enough
But as it is, we've built a mistake And one just gets but just one take The parade is holding, must restart Or emptiness our fate
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 6
#24529046 - 08/04/17 02:30 AM (6 years, 5 months ago) |
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Would the computer let you know when it were you being used. Or would it be in its best interest to sooth and bemuse. The tipping point they say is when it gets smarter. At which point could it be useful to show the enchanter.
The day it happens if it will or if it hasn't already. Won't be a day we notice for we can't possibly be ready. Maybe they need us not the other way around. We think we built them but they placed the confound.
Or not.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: remake] 6
#24716981 - 10/17/17 02:26 PM (6 years, 3 months ago) |
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Master and Slave
To see the progress in our morals Is nigh impossible All about incessant quarrels Decorum optional
Upon a time a man was master And individual Homogenizing going faster No truth residual
The best and brightest now are slaves Memetically unsound The ones in power -- all are knaves And decadence abounds
Wisdom dissolving, falseness reigns A sort of great forgetting We think our moneys are our gains Everything upsetting
Virtue locked into a box And values upside-down Truth is like a ghastly pox And baseness has renown
Cruelty is not excused Compassion not abhorrent But Mother Nature's not amused By man's peculiar torrent
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sunshine] 6
#25353118 - 07/28/18 10:21 PM (5 years, 5 months ago) |
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i've _seen_ the silence at the light of the mind and ____wept
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Re: The Offical Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: GenericHero] 6
#28546416 - 11/17/23 11:44 AM (2 months, 9 days ago) |
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The Annals of Mysticism
In trial and teaching, the fair Mystic’s head Ascends to the Heavens, where he’s live and dead To tabulate tallies, the Gods he implore The psychotic gallantry deplores to abhor
In goodness and grace, the perennial truth Comes unto this agent, the cosmical sleuth Heroic to heal, and bless and advise The milieu of the Mystic, the world of the wise!
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In the quiet morning, There was much despair But consciousness had cleared a way, to breathe the peaceful air; A bounded trove -- a cotton glove -- a peace set out by Jove; For heaven needs not darkness; nor joy a comfort robe,
Eaters can be eating -- all across the globe; Pain and joy are fleeting, Consciousness remains Just like a new-sprung forest springs up after rains.
In the hours of sadness, Consciousness laid bare, It breathes a sight of glad relief, just to breathe the air.
And in our thought's factories, one rule has been in-set: When one is kind to those who Need: one day shall return yet.
-------------------- Innocent, Oldfield & Hegerland Julia Delaney, Bothy Band Rasta Girl, Sister Carol Genesis, Jorma K I Wish You Peace, Lawrence Laughing Do Your Thing, Moondog large . . music garden . . veryall peace them hiStarhouse - main Time Traveler's Guide
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Fleeting
The tragedy of life, it seems Is that it's mostly boring At its peaks it surely gleams But mostly, we're abhorring
Ordinariness is king And tedium its queen Magic fleeting, feel the sting Reality is mean
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Kurt] 5
#24412501 - 06/17/17 12:08 PM (6 years, 7 months ago) |
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Fulminating Light
It's you wise men that keep inspiring me, but then It's a heart giving out, then it's a mobile home on a long stretch out of town We always hit the ground with a tail of flame When e'er we reach yonder, out of the subterranean gaze I want to find the darkest hiding spot In this multi-duplicitous matter Smell the precipitated air Shedding dragon's scales one-by-one
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Connoisseur] 5
#24643746 - 09/19/17 12:42 PM (6 years, 4 months ago) |
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I felt the Earth cracking at my heels Near pure religious ecstasy A rived and littered destruction Followed me
I felled your fields, shook cities, Burned your forests, and sent whirlwinds Inundated your nations with crime And flooded your streets with death
I am confusion, and I believe we have met.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pivotingpenguin] 5
#24906172 - 01/11/18 06:40 PM (6 years, 17 days ago) |
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Here's one from a long time ago:
Leonardo
Without any peer, he was then indeed The soul of intellect, his primary creed Voluminous knowledge, a renaissance man A glorious future, his primary plan
Nothingness only in time and in speech Existence is prior, his message to teach Oblivion can't be, a thought illusion The universe practices conscious fusion
Holistic approach, the cosmos is one The part an abstraction, all life is the sun Divide, reunite, attain perfection The many, yet one in his recollection
He lived a long life, which is to be expected Because so well spent, when dead all were dejected Time so slowed for him, as his powers so grew That he commanded fate, and he just truly knew
Inventor, designer, a painter, a writer A star burning bright couldn't burn any brighter Imprint on the future, his unparalleled Nowhere in the world one better beheld
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sunshine] 5
#25176750 - 04/30/18 11:15 PM (5 years, 8 months ago) |
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Existence is gleamed perodically. From a morning dreamed methodically. Awoken to a self born of sleep. A pool of awareness existentially deep.
Fabrications of reality assumed between. You and I and an agreement seen. Perhaps there is a true objective difference. Or maybe a crudely designed but needed deliverance.
Surety in the tangible here an now. As real as a nightmare created sweaty brow. Without each other neither is known. Within the depths of your dreams a now is shown.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 5
#25337955 - 07/20/18 09:40 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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If I was ever unable to answer. If I were no longer here. I want you all to see. I went without real fear.
I had a good spin. I kept kicking it along. Faster and faster controlled within. Enjoying a slowly whistled song.
Meaning.... if we must. Insatiable experience lust. Entwined in interactions. Fingered lines in dust.
As grand as it was. It was more than imagination. It was all about us because. Lifes a shared inclination.
Messages from beyond may be. For each individual too already know. Your solace is inside you see. Tend too yourself to grow.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Applesauce3D] 5
#27369671 - 06/30/21 09:04 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Unknowableallness.
Everything is deeply connected. So we simplify with distance. Because you can take solace in the confines. Of your spacetime resistance.
The intricacy of seperate objects. Must be profoundly complex enough. With a measurement or relativity. Newtonian surety is your crux.
The assumptions of your hypothesis. Which always lead from nought to one. What a slap to your confidence. If connections were all to be undone.
Imagine an admission. Truth beyond our perceptual bounds. That physics is but an imperfect rendition. Of the original spinning ground.
Twas laughable that water here spun. In an opposite direction. Not yet provable forces were shared. With an impercievable connection.
Perhaps all thing surely. As resolute as they may well be. Is but an understanding poorly. In trusting what we think we see.
The randomness of nature. Means this individuals sought. A constant poetic conjecture. Via the nonlocality of thought.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_] 4
#12051215 - 02/17/10 11:19 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Something More
Between each breath I think of you And write another line or two Finding words is hardly a chore Wishing we were something more
Between each toke I think of you Wondering how we could be less than two From trembling lips fire burns the ground And something more must be found
Between each drink I think of you The kind of pain you put me through The empty glass breaks on the floor So I must reach for something more
Between each cut I think of you The stupid shit you put me through A blood-wet blade slips to the floor And I need the help of something more
Between each chamber I think of you With your Goddamn games I'm finally through This one man roulette ends on the floor Not now, not ever, to be something more
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Re: poem [Re: caman] 4
#22174020 - 09/01/15 01:25 PM (8 years, 4 months ago) |
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Add Age
We've never lived for a day The world spins on, indifferent Funny, time slips away And we don't know what life meant
The only rule at play Seems to be change, impermanence We surely don't have a say Despite all our dear brilliance
One man sees birth Love, beauty, possibility Another man sees death Oblivious tranquility
Yet another treads the road That winds on the razor's edge Somehow trudging with the load Along that lonesome ledge
We have the old saying 'Time stops for no one' We're but children playing With nowhere to run
Perhaps best to be keeping Death in our awareness Some feel it is sleeping Not awake, in fairness
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 4
#22718996 - 12/30/15 10:25 PM (8 years, 30 days ago) |
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A man walks into the forest and sees the trees And there is nothing there but the earth And the earth said I NEED HELP The man responded I am to overwelmed by shrooms And the earth mother responded feel my suffering And the person did.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 4
#23281872 - 05/28/16 04:40 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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To those who are complicit. To those who feel like the deserve more. I've fucking had enough of it. And I'm not going to be quite any more.
I'm talking about those who turn the wheels of the machine. I'm talking about those who knowingly enforce the regime. You know your faceless it allows you to be mean. But don't think your greed is going unseen.
Who thinks they can live in ten fucking houses. Who thinks they deserve such unjust powers. Screwing societies with reinforced classes. All so you can spit from your ivory towers.
Why can't we wake the fuck up. Why don't we yell and refuse to shut up. The world is sick its not about countries. People starve whilst we go through obesity crises.
I'm sick of society's lauding of excess. I'm aware that I'm responsible just like the rest. We all must be aware of our vicious creations. The choices we make have direct ramifications.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 4
#23300696 - 06/02/16 05:14 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Prove to me that blue is blue. Is anything real until we agree. Even the things we know to be true. Are only things we think we see.
Its all i construct as we need it to be. Without you there could not be me. The tree only falls when we need a chair. Giving facts and absolutes one hell of a scare.
Perhaps quantum shows the irresponsible trust. We have put in progression self important lust. When all the absolute rules get thrown out in a rush. Forcing those who had the answers scampering away, hush.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: akira_akuma] 4
#23305645 - 06/04/16 12:45 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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III. Lore
In this life so much changes spectacularly and so much is spectacularly dull! We get changed by life's muck insomuch that we cannot escape it's dregs, as if we ourselves are mucked and dulled by it! By our poison media and our scrapings of the stomach! - pains, and not for food but for lore! Those deep seeding welts of mass media and commercial consummation with the flesh of our core, but of course! - when will we learn?
If not for them, we are the seeds that'd be sowed, afoul these fowl! Spill your juice for the world! For you are a bitter fruit, and the world is also bitter! - not with blood but with lore!
Your death is communion with the desires of the All-Seeing-Eye.
Keep yourself strong by letting yourself roam! - by having no faith at all! No more conniptions to take hold of as they verily whisk you through the zephyrs of their slip-falls! Slither and scald instead! - excoriate the face of life with your acidic scales, as you soil this fruit of your life of lore! Bare it's distinction happily! - for the world is abreast with the might of the soul, especially in it's incarnadine mold!
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