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veryhoudini
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15248339 - 10/19/11 05:11 PM (12 years, 3 months ago) |
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Last "poetry" post for the day. maybe i'll get around to posting stuff that isn't 3 to 5 years old.
Duality
Not a single atom was wasted during the creation of her in the sun-kissed breeze, and when nature was finally finished, she was found under a tree with olives haning from violin strings. Standing beyond her, returning from a wandering dream, running on the sun's beams, kissed on the elementary school lawn.
I tried to picture her fifty or so past lifes ago, before her now fallacious body and mind. A moth, a fish, a whore, a queen, a slave, Jacqueline O, and now nothing better off than vast nothingness.
I walk away from the child and decide to leave her behind as the dust upon an old broken harp that she use to play for me alone. I argue the conception of God and the illusion of external design and the idea that any of our past forms actually enjoyed each other.
A Brahman longs for annihilation, as he believes rebirth to be a step beyond his own putrid flesh, yet she and I know nothing of this. In fact, I dont care about any other life other than mine right now, and the forgiveness one should recieve and give.
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Bomb Diggity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15348894 - 11/10/11 08:33 AM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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What is the sea of sea? It is the ocean of all that will ever be. It comes at us in a series of waves, each having an impact on the way that we behave. These waves are made of energy, some waves help us create some amazing synergy, but some are negative and put us in a mental state of depressive sedation, others are positive and offer you the amazing things they want to give. Waves offer many affections, some are desired, and receive our attention, others we ignore because we'd rather not get annoyed. Some waves come offering love, while others just coast by with a shove. The sea of sea is all pushing and pulling, sometimes sweet, and always lulling. Sometimes we face defeat, but the waves always have something to teach. Sometimes we get pulled into the undertow, when the waves have something they want us to know, they'll drown us in their knowledge, and swirl us into unconsciousness, testing our competence, before pushing us back to our shore, back to our home that we've grown to adore. The waves will always pull us back for more, with each wave crash opening a new door, some of these waves we can choose to ignore, but there will always be some who seek to shake our very core, coasting waves with the intention to save, letting us ride, caressing our bodies as they take a look inside, picking and probing they make our fears subside. These gentle waves give love to caress us with, giving us feelings that we thought were just made of myth, before taking us back to our shore. Back to our home that we oh so adore.
I don't write poetry often, but maybe I can revive this thread?
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TriggerFun
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15369428 - 11/14/11 02:22 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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Someone please tell me if this is decent, if so I have much better stuff already published thru my school and/or lyrics from my band that I'd love to share:
In my life the best days I don't sleep in a lucid dream spun on tweak
my intent was not to defy the sheep that would all call it weak when all they know is force fed beliefs never reaching for the peak never setting their minds free
born then buried with a eulogy to mask a void legacy paralyzed by choice they surrender their voice
one after the other lining up forever
and now a poem about my mom after she died...
A glimpse of light
With every instant spent in rhythm within this holy medium, I have grown as you have risen and freed us all from internal prisons
Not thru choice or conscience motive, your light brings warmth as it shows us.... What's truly vital in the the hearts of all men; when hopeless and scared our source will ascend, as you always have and will in the end.
So I choke on words to represent, how grateful I am of my origin...
...who is an utterly unique and amazing person... ...who is beyond perfect in maintaining compassion...
My mother, my life, my beliefs, my breathes,
and all the reasons for all the rest...
-------------------- My avatar is my beautiful and young (well - 24 years old makes her a physical specimen and kind-hearted genius), pyschonaut apprentice - and wife of almost 5 years. 
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TriggerFun
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15369435 - 11/14/11 02:24 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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Quote:
Bomb Diggity said: What is the sea of sea? It is the ocean of all that will ever be. It comes at us in a series of waves, each having an impact on the way that we behave. These waves are made of energy, some waves help us create some amazing synergy, but some are negative and put us in a mental state of depressive sedation, others are positive and offer you the amazing things they want to give. Waves offer many affections, some are desired, and receive our attention, others we ignore because we'd rather not get annoyed. Some waves come offering love, while others just coast by with a shove. The sea of sea is all pushing and pulling, sometimes sweet, and always lulling. Sometimes we face defeat, but the waves always have something to teach. Sometimes we get pulled into the undertow, when the waves have something they want us to know, they'll drown us in their knowledge, and swirl us into unconsciousness, testing our competence, before pushing us back to our shore, back to our home that we've grown to adore. The waves will always pull us back for more, with each wave crash opening a new door, some of these waves we can choose to ignore, but there will always be some who seek to shake our very core, coasting waves with the intention to save, letting us ride, caressing our bodies as they take a look inside, picking and probing they make our fears subside. These gentle waves give love to caress us with, giving us feelings that we thought were just made of myth, before taking us back to our shore. Back to our home that we oh so adore.
I don't write poetry often, but maybe I can revive this thread? 
I like this one a lot. Haven't read them all yet, but the free verse style very much agrees with me.
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Bomb Diggity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: TriggerFun]
#15369484 - 11/14/11 02:40 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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awesome, finally some activity in this thread glad that someone likes mine that's the only one I posted btw Yours' are definitely more than descent, the first one sounds like a song
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airclay
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15371152 - 11/14/11 08:21 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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more stoned than I've been in a while. just started these kinda stuck one the first one and last one.
no title oh yes the world it drowns and I see the hands waving with false hopes we know we're all dead cause beyond the bodies lie endless more and the blood it drains down into our lungs oh yes the world it drowns and I hear the yells crying out to no one no one's there
NEAR we get so lost far from the arc but youll find us any where you find both light and dark just wating to tear you apart look for us everywhere you feel the cold stare death is near death is near whispers in your ears you run far away death is near death is near screams louder in your brain you try to stay away death is near death is near light your eyes and ignite my soul shallow graves when time is low singing psalms to our lord of light we pray to thee bring death tonight
OTHER WORLD Theres a world that steals and one that never heals one that kills and another thats always has pills so when you've had your fill of that theres a world thats always full and a world that never feels this one doesn't care and that one doesn't know take your pick fast or slow theyll take you high and leave you low
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Bomb Diggity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15371560 - 11/14/11 09:29 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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Soft like rain drops on your lips, my kiss will make your pain stop as I place my hands on your hips. Feeling your curves, giving you exactly what you deserve, I'll make your knees weak and give you everything you seek... But the future seems bleak, you're not quite sure what you seek, I understand, you don't want to get hurt, but trust me, I'll never treat you like dirt. This uncertainty is driving me crazy, it's fun but it's hurting me, I'm starting to think that we'll never be. Let's get naked, and rip down the walls that make me crazy, these walls that trap me with your uncertainty. Give me some clarity, put my mind at ease, these doubts are spreading like a disease. Like raindrops, I'm far away, But like raindrops, I'm falling towards you, washing all the pain off, I'm falling for you.
-------------------- Disclaimer: All posts created by the user "Bomb Diggity" are entirely fictitious and are created solely for entertainment purposes to cope with his severe social anxiety.
Edited by Bomb Diggity (11/15/11 10:21 AM)
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Meteloides
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15380896 - 11/16/11 07:01 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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Edited by Meteloides (12/01/11 05:58 PM)
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ImaginingEmotions
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
#15393961 - 11/19/11 03:48 PM (12 years, 2 months ago) |
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Angst has a hold on me. Driven to pound out the noise. Reaching for a damn sandwich.
Don’t inhale the evil! Swallow some criticism. Engage your confidence. Fly to the moon. Swim in seas of solitude. Pump the nonsense into nothing. Eat shit. Die.
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Crumpet
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my airial eye is sayin theres this guy im right about the first in flight but im full az
check it, these rhymes be chopped alot from gravity on colamy i can see these strings attached to me, see into you secret society
when the crop duststers are over top paralysis has its fit
kneck up and lets go necro never let a man sit down sir the wrecked'est dancer check it!
necro mancer
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
Edited by Crumpet (11/27/11 11:20 PM)
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Guernica
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#15449600 - 12/01/11 01:11 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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The burning embers of what used to be fall upon my face like snowflakes, red and orange, but I don't scream. I sit and stare and sear.
The burns will blister then scab then scar, and then everyone who sees my face will know.
-------------------- "...we're the unhappy inheritors of the consequence of 6000 years of unopposed dominator culture. and what have we got? a shattered atmosphere, toxified oceans, schizophrenic populations and mendacious politicians. this is not what our parents raised us for, folks."
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Ineffability
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Guernica]
#15462868 - 12/04/11 06:46 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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I've got a few, here one to start with 
Part 1, The 2 Peas and Mr. Eff:
Present, Past and Future three terms that come of time,
To many these have been like a bitter and sour lime,
but these three friends are actually so easy to define.
The past to most a manual at the present draw it's line,
The future elusive, inexistant and mysterious to our mind,
simply a spark to help light the flame man needs to find.
Part 2, The Taxing of Time and the Economics of Happiness:
The present is a moment hard to grasp though it is there,
yet in our modern society it is perceived as a rare expensive ware.
For every living moment is precious, costly and hard to spare,
hence we chase the Present far away from our now and here.
Forgetting to take a deep breath and enjoy it out of fear,
fear of losing that future we imagine and hold so dear.
A life in fear, haste and running will never then unfold,
in a later future-present joy and happiness to behold,
for the present must be savored and learned to be enjoyed,
an abilty that we once had and as we grew up was destroyed.
Part 3, The (lost) Artifice of Happiness:
In our early childhood-innocence we had lived within that place,
with that open mind of fantasy we have experienced that space,
that timeless realm of happiness which was corrupted as we aged,
to the point that how we lived the present shattered and changed!
For now within the present we live the future in our mind,
within that pretty future true happiness we believe to find.
A goal impossible to achieve in present future-reveries,
without the ability of living present-moment realities.
Part 4, I remember that I am:
Take that long needed deep breath and open your inner child's eyes,
and rediscover how to live the present and see Lifes limitless skies.
For life only exists within the present, inside the mysterious "now" that is hard to understand.
The Present hence infinite and not an attribute of time without it no thing would ever be nor ever stand.
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BlindSoothsayer
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Ineffability]
#15488031 - 12/08/11 07:50 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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With the Dire Wolf at my door, I find my socks don't match. So I go to find another.
As cirrus intortus is juxtaposed with cirrus aviaticus, I eat a butter pie. But my tummy wanted tea. It would have flowed through me, very voluminously.
-------------------- I like whiskey in my water and acid on my blotter. The past is brought into perspective only after new experience is gained: before that point, experience is never truly realized.
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Ineffability
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BlindSoothsayer]
#15489377 - 12/09/11 02:22 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Life, Sights and Deceptions
Take a dive into a cry
filling space with shattering lights
Take a plunge into a world of
Breathing Trees and moving leaves
A leap of faith into black ink
the colour into a white sheet does sink
An eye up high in the sky, black pyramids off mystery fly
towards the shattered fabrics of time, the neglect of our capable minds
I see dawn erupting with bright light, I see the infinite struggle and fight;
Feel the rise of my soul over mind; my body left numb behind.
A hand moves it's not mine, a body shivers but where
a leg shakes in the web of time, or was it me somehow somewhere.
A walk into a world of fractal trees, at the edges seem to be snowy leaves
a sudden warp of space and time, a valley of life a sight of divine.
A sound arrives and joy presides,
perceived as colour in my eyes,
Vibrations fill the golden air
the touch of god is there,
the earth moves through space and time
upon which our blindness remains a crime.
-------------------- The only gold with value is a golden heart
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simbad42
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Ineffability]
#15509795 - 12/13/11 10:44 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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"the archer"
a patient yow-man sits in the woods. knowing the signs is only half the game. standing still he blends in better than any could. wind blowing through the trees whispering his name. planning the shot is only half the battle. the other is waiting for the thrushes to rattle. others have sought and shot at the prized goods. in his dreams it calls his name. a sudden shift of light. his game was in sight. pulling the sting tight. fingers loosen, a bolt takes flight. the air was still, arrow pierces heart. if dreams meant a thing this was why it hit its mark.
-------------------- amu (q)and (a) VVV AMUs Free Active/Edible/Exotic Spore Print or Syringe or Edible Culture Trade Thread VVV for i am a sinner in the hands of an angry god, bloody mary blessed are you among cocktails, i pray for my death which i hope is soon. amen
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HunterChez
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: simbad42]
#15510843 - 12/13/11 02:02 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Brown tasty nuggets make me see so plain theres more to this life that enters your little brain
Theres angels on the moon, crocodiles in the mains. Dont burn those little snakes they will be in pain
as were standing here forgetting how to chew. we look at each other like this is something new
but we have all been here before this is nothing strange for when we close our eyes we see things in plain.
-------------------- "He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." --Psalms 104:14 And God said... I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. ..And to every beast of the earth.. I have given every green herb for meat... " Genesis 1:29-30
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HunterChez] 1
#15518013 - 12/14/11 09:20 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Here is a piece about a very bad mushroom trip me and two friends experienced.
Have you ever, had a wee bit of regret? And 20 minutes later you're near certain death? When you're walking to your street that's not very far, watch out for the demons, they'll hit you with their cars.
Have you ever, forgotten how to talk? Just because you ate a couple of mushroom stalks? Watch for the scarecrow pointing the right, he'll tell you why, we're just how he was, before he died.
Have you ever, died once before, only to be reborn to die once more? They say, "This is the cycle of life my friend," "Where rape is our sport, and pain does not end."
Have you ever, been sent straight to hell? And come back with the nightmares to tell? My body lowers under, as my soul drops to the floor, this fungi i ate, has me beating on deaths door.
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HunterChez
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Skeksis]
#15521483 - 12/15/11 03:41 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Locked in my bathroom darkness of the door what are those faces appearing on the floor
lights of the door slowly moving dark dancers on the doors no not ballet more like a whore
long green hair i start to rub my eyes oh my god look at your thighs
this cant be real, whats going on time to flee time to get gone.
-------------------- "He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." --Psalms 104:14 And God said... I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. ..And to every beast of the earth.. I have given every green herb for meat... " Genesis 1:29-30
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eckhem

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HunterChez]
#15527874 - 12/16/11 07:57 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Do I give up? Or loose control? I've stopped waiting. Now I just wait.
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Meteloides
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#15527912 - 12/16/11 08:08 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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I'm broken up My life is plain But I don't give a fuck: Cocaine!
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