Poetry

" A Neverending Journey"
"Wake up! It's six o'clock...
time to pack your stuff and leave."
A somewhat simple task... but sometimes difficult to achieve.
NO MERCY from Big Brother who wants it done just right.
NO MERCY for the wayward soul on their burdened plight.
So as the ritual begins without any reason or rhyme...
The mind goes on a wanderin' into the sublime.
Processed wayward souls with nowhere else to go,
uncalculated drone like movements journeying to and fro.
The destinations most uncertain, yet the "song remains the same"...
Searching for a place that's high and dry, just another routine of the "Game".
So scrounge what you can along the way, dodge bad weather if you can.
The journey's turned full-circle,
AND YOU'RE BACK WHERE YOU BEGAN.

by Stan a.k.a. Captain Mozar

2007-07-26 06:43:45 · 7 answers · asked by Captain Mozar 3

I have been asked by my friend The Dark Prince to apologize to anyone I offended. I will because he asked. I apologize to anyone I might have offended. I acted out of wanting to protect a friend and I am sorry.

Beth

2007-07-26 05:51:46 · 13 answers · asked by Black Knight Sux 1

*****

Go Away!

Away with sidewalk children’s chalk pictures
Their dragons, red wagons, and undersea creatures
I haven’t the time for word games like Scrabble
I must carry on with without Psychobabble

The taxing of mental and fiscal audacity
Burdens processes and wallets capacity
I must not slow down to dibble and dabble
I must carry on with without Psychobabble

*****

2007-07-26 05:32:18 · 6 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

If I was There

Many have suffered
Many have shared.
If only I was there
There to share.
To share of this drink,
Causing everyone to creak,
Because of this terrible drink.

They drank of this pain
The pain unable to bear.
Screaming and crying
All I did was sighing.
Sighing deeply within,
Did I cause this or did I sin?
If only I was there…
There to share.

If only I was there
There to steal.
Steal the cup of pain,
To make the pain go away:
For all those in vain.
Pour the wrath on me,
Come and make me scream.
Better to be it here,
Than to see my loved ones,
Crying now so very near.



No i didnt cry but yeah its serious to me.

2007-07-26 05:01:10 · 8 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

LANDSCAPE II
by:Carlos A. Angeles

Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky,
Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands,
Across some murdered rocks refused to die.
It is your absence touches my sad hands
Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.

And catacombs of cloud enshroud the cool
And calm involvement of the darkened plains,
The stunted mourners here: and here, a full
And universal tenderness which drains
The sucked and golden breath of sky comes bare.

Now, while the dark basins the void of space,
Some sudden crickets, ambushing me near,
Discover vowels of your whispered face
And subtly cry. I touch your absence here
Remembering the speechless of your hair.

2007-07-26 03:26:43 · 5 answers · asked by havaianas07 1

The Little Willie was invented in the USA around 1900. They were meant to be morbid pokes at society’s ills. My example is similar to ones from “Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes” by Col. D. Streamer, 1902.

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Paper-hanger

Poetry, little bits of our souls splashed,
I’m posting it, knowing, it will be smashed,
I hope that your heart can show pity,
Please do no spit on my cute little ditty.

*****

2007-07-26 03:14:43 · 5 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

2007-07-26 03:12:00 · 7 answers · asked by Baroness von green putty 2

Waiting

Nervous and worried I sit on my bed,Too many things going through my head.
The lonliness leaves me in my thoughts and fears But I listen carefully hoping no one else hears
I regret what I said and hope he regrets what he did
Though Ive got to be strong and protect the kids.
It makes me sick, hearing her cry and weep
I end up crying myself to sleep
Tomorrow is a new day,
Lets hope its not as bad as it was today



My Daddy

My strong, brave soldier lays in his bedHis body aching from toe to head
Suffering the pain is almost too much
Just to get up he needs a crutch
I can’t stand to see him a mess,
Weak and sad, and worst of all, helpless
Going to the bathroom I catch him cry,
There is a pain in my gut and I know why.
In just a few days he’ll be off to the ‘states’
His family will miss him and sadly wait.
I need his protection and love him so,
But I have no choice, I must let him go.

2007-07-26 03:04:48 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

The people on the T.V. screen
The ones selling god.
I pray for eternal forgiveness
Scums, mucks, shots in the dark.
But everyone is human and wants to give in to spit and spite, and smitten.
Faith, hope, wealth are for up for grabs.
Up for sale
oh, gosh, think about the children!
think about the whales!!!
Yes, the human race is a shot in the ******* back, pitch black, doing smack.
The ones who sneak up and take your part,
it's all a game, a play, a joke.
The people selling religion on my screen.
The dirtiest of people, the cleanest of clean.
I am crop without the cream.
My last breath I would breathe
Is in the end we are all the same
Looking for forgiveness in the worst common ways.

2007-07-25 21:44:10 · 2 answers · asked by alex m. 2

The mattress squeaks with a familiar rhythm.
My sweaty palms are flat against the wall.
This is our third position and yet it all feels the same, empty.
Numbing sex is what I call it in my head.
Because every time we intertwine, I don't feel anything.
While your hitting it from behind, my mind wanders.
I count down how many times it slips out,
I think about how long I'll hang around after we are finished.
And I wonder if you'll even have the decency,
To pretend you care after we are done.
Last time after our heated exchange I left with a peace sign.
No kiss goodbye, no hugs, but what else would I expect?
That how we always start it, small talk and awkwardness.
We know we'll end up in bed again,
But its masked by that damn DVD you put on every time.
Sometimes the movie is more interesting then the sex.
I hate you for ever asking me to do this.
But I hate myself even more for agreeing with it.
I hate that I like the numbing feeling I get afterwards.
I hate that I only do this because I love him,
and I can't have him, so I turned to you.
I hate that you tell me I'm classy but I still partake,
In no emotion, just plain, sex. how am I classy again?
friends with benefits? how about unpaid whore?
But no matter how much I hate it,
I know that next time you call I'll come over.
And will talk, you'll put on the dvd, ask where's your hug,
and I'll be right back where I started,
sweaty palms against the wall,
and the mattress squeaking in that familiar rhythm.

2007-07-25 21:34:43 · 10 answers · asked by Jenn 2

i juz finished writing these, and i havent wrote an entry for months.. juz wanna know if this is okay.. hope ud share ur opininions.. i would really appreciate it..

A Flock of Murderers

they flew past me
performing a v-shaped death
across the crimson sky
they left me behind
with a guilt-colored paint
splashed upon my face
my fear stricken eyes
matched perfectly
with my ghastly image...

i tried to wash away
the physical damages that it dealt me
i tried to block my view
still..
images flashed
and polluted my mind

i whispered to myself
as the murderers landed upon my shoulders...
i might have got rid
of what they could see
but fear, guilt, and insanity
clung and seeped
within my very soul..

took all over me.....

2007-07-25 18:58:31 · 10 answers · asked by psychedelic fur 2

the following are some of my writings.. hope you could comment to each of them..
1st:
forever she looks from afar...
everything remains as it is. no winds of change could ever blow away the current stand, the existing truth, the mere reality.

forever as it is...
frozen in the coldness it brings. the weary heart he owns. imprisoned in the dark corners of his soul. she looks up in space for answers, waiting for hope to rain down upon her that could ease all her anxieties away..

take away... take me away

2nd:
stained truth

lies that are too blind to see
with the naked eye
rather it covers itself
the mere idea that deeply hurts
still not enough reasons
a need of strength
to unleash those chains
ignoring the pain of a dying heart
pierced with thorns
and yearns for truth...

3rd:
our eyes fixed..we remained silent, but our stare explained a hundred words.. told a thousand stories....

he caressed me gently with his hands. his warmth embraced me. i wish that i could just stay in that way forever. in a moment where my bare skin rubbed against his. where he could be close enough to share our intimate feelings. a time when we both get blinded by the love that's happening between us and only our heart's we feel. when it's just me and him that matters...

the moment was just too magical to explain with mere words.. my knight in shining armor takes me away, aboard his winged steed and brings me to his own world.. where he showered me with his love that only princesses deserved..

everything was there, the glittery lights, enchanting sounds from unseen or yet surround-sound speakers, the perfect view. even if the scene just played in my mind, if it was just my imagination or my neurons electrified.. it was certainly a package for a perfect fairytale.. my own fairytale

2007-07-25 17:45:55 · 7 answers · asked by psychedelic fur 2

On the laden baby tree
The babies hung and laughed at me
I stared as their saliva coated
heads turned red and then exploded

2007-07-25 15:37:11 · 11 answers · asked by Kiril 2

Comments and criteque would be much appreciated.

Guarded

I'll protect you from the darkness
but you must sheild me from the light
Never let you be in starkness
I'll guard my blood, i'll guard your soul

the finest light seperates us
the light is either black or white
i will not let you in distress
I'll guard my blood, i'll guard your soul

You hear me for my love whispers
my voice the only thing in sight
the air on my side is crisper
i'll guard my blood, i'll guard your soul

i won't let you hurt, let you fall
keep you safe with my Candle Of Night
Your my candle in the night, doll
i'll guard my blood, i'll guard your soul

you have yet to know i exist
Against the line light i will fight
as one of us is lost in mist
i'll guard my blood, i'll guard your soul

You're leaving, why are you leaving?
Did i do wrong? i'll make it right
Come back... You keep me from greiving
I'll guard my blood, I'll guard your soul

i will put the rest up soon

2007-07-25 13:57:56 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Human vs. Fly

Running ferociously
After the fly.

Mad and
Resent.

Flying so high
When will he die.

Disgusted and
Annoyed.

Lands on the lamp
Now its my turn.

Thrilled and
Waiting.

Flees to the door
Just feet away.

Happy and
Eager.

Door opens
Now I strike with,

Power and
Freedom.

With unbelief
I strike not the fly.

Curious and
Wondering

I splat my dad in the head
With the fly; now he’s mad.

Sad and
Waiting.

2007-07-25 11:45:49 · 10 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

The fiery stems of hell
Reached out to touch her mind.
She is unknown to herself
And to her own kind.
She was no human
And never will be
But whether she was real or not,
We shall see.
Snatched from my embrasing arms,
She met her doom
Among the scorching flames
That became her tomb.
My friend, my lover
Is gone from me
I must find her
I must find the key
To unlock her unconcious
And bring her back,
To remember herself
And what began to lack.

She is back, I can see.

Noone knows why she did it
Nor did she know
The reason why she summoned
The engulfing hole.
The pure soul that once
Refined her nature
Is now split
Between her stature.
She has come back
For me.
What were her intensions,
I will soon see.

Her body was never made
Nor was it broken
Only her spirit remained
And her words spoken.
Was she me?
How should I know?
A feminine ghost
In a male body, you know.
A part of me, perhaps
A part I never knew
Is gone from me

Her soul I can't renew.

She is back, I can see.

The ghost once a part of me.

2007-07-25 10:45:19 · 3 answers · asked by Anthony C 4

Like seriously published, not in like poetry.com anthologys!

2007-07-25 10:10:36 · 7 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

I posted this earlier as a challenge (I'll put the form below if you are not familiar with it--I wasn't before I wrote it). I got a good critique from Willow which made me think about one line that didn't work. I played around with it a bit--and came up with this change. Please let me know what you think?

Desolate

Sit down beneath this dark and awful moon.
Watch as the tide slides back beyond the shore.
Feel for the loss that struck me much to soon,
As you passed through, beyond that final door.

Brought to my knees,
A bent sick tree,
Willows whisper
Behind the clouds.

Thoughts hazy, your face is a fleeting dream.
Smell of your form evokes such subtle pain.
Ache burns beneath my skin—invades my mind.
Sit down beneath this dark and awful moon.

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DORSIMBRA

Stanza One: Four lines of Shakespearean sonnet (iambic pentameter rhymed abab).

Stanza Two: Four lines of short and snappy free verse.

Stanza Three: Four lines of iambic pentameter blank verse, where the last line repeats the first line of Stanza One.

2007-07-25 09:57:22 · 8 answers · asked by Todd 7

HITOMARO

My thoughts are with a boat
Which travels island-hid
In the morning-mist
Of the shore of Akashi, --
Dim, Dim!

2007-07-25 07:46:43 · 1 answers · asked by catpiss 1

I know the beats their my favorites, I thought it would be cool if someone out there could write me a poem , with the beats in mind.

2007-07-25 04:45:21 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

The snow falls quietly,
Leaving no imprint in snow
Yet our lives are wished
To live the same flow.

The snow melts midst
The air
Leaving craters
In the beauty and fair.

Anthony Ca*don 7/25/07

2007-07-25 04:38:36 · 7 answers · asked by Anthony C 4

Who am I?That the Voice of the Wilderness
Would call out the rain & calm the storm in me
Who am I?___________________________
Would ______________________________

Fill in the blanks..

2007-07-25 04:18:56 · 6 answers · asked by maconsolviaa 5

The fear of failure
Yet shiver with sorrow
In the sight of success.
The bird flew
Past my sight into darkness
Only to
Return with more pain for all.
Pretended
To be loved, but only
Deliberately.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.
You would only
Love me
If I twisted these black wings
Upside down.
You would only
Love me
If I remained your puppet,
Your robot, your toy.
I am your reputation, your pride,
Your hope,
From the time I fell from
Your womb,
'Till the time I'll peer in
Your tomb.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.
I died after birth
And you lived.
Now I rise,
Now you bleed.
You feel me in your womb
Once again,
Tearing out your soul, your pride,
Your hope.
My wings spread
And I fly.
While your tears melt
And you die.
I am sorry,
Dear Mother,
I am not dead.
Please live
Please leave
Please find yourself.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.

2007-07-25 04:14:45 · 5 answers · asked by Anthony C 4

my sons father got murdered when he was just three he is now 7 his daddys bday is coming and ide like to put a poem in the paper can you help me find the perfect one?

2007-07-25 03:33:15 · 3 answers · asked by boosta 2

I have a essay i need to do to compare the poem "To his COy Mistress" to another work of art, music, play, poem etc. also i need to explain using the term Carpe Diem. i need help if n e one has any ideas in the next 45 minutes i would Greatly appreciate this!

2007-07-25 01:37:58 · 1 answers · asked by S 1

Kaddish

And on the eighth day
God created his bloody sore,
the Middle East
Where only the streets
silently
speak of the dead,
where the buttercups
cups, cups are red
from blood,
where bodies are tossed
in oil, oil,
hot hot oil.

Don’t burn your finger God
on the ziz2,
red, red ziz.

Allah-o-Akbar

2007-07-25 00:51:36 · 8 answers · asked by j_emmans 6

My Big Brother Is a Hero

There have been many wars
I’ve grew up hearing from those around me
My Great Grandfather was a hero he fought in the civil war
My Grandfather was a hero he fought in the world war
Then I say with pride
My big brother is a hero he fought in Vietnam
Then all would say OH that was not a war

I looked it up in the dictionary and there it is in black and white
“War: struggle between opposing forces”
From what I saw on the news it looked like war to me
I would tell people that my Brother is a hero, he did not run and hide
He did his duty as a soldier
Then they would whisper “But he is in Vietnam”

I can remember when I was about five
Watching Bob Hope’s special on TV
Excited by every glimpse of our soldiers on TV
Everyone a hero
Then I saw my Brother in the crowed so very far away
And in my child’s mind I knew that this meant my Brother and his friends
Must be heroes
Because why else would Bob Hope put on a show

Then the time came for my Big Brothers home coming
I was so proud
But I was told not to pester him because he fought in Vietnam
I wanted so much to hear the “War Stories”
As I had heard from my older kin
But I was told this one is different he fought in Vietnam
So I did not ask, I kept quiet, I tried not to pester him

Now nearly 30 years has came and gone
Here I set at my Big Brother’s side
Looking at pictures from when he fought in Vietnam
I ask questions
And he answers them
I have one thing left to say
“My Big Brother Is a Hero, He Fought in Vietnam!”

2007-07-24 23:05:38 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

Where is my mummy?
The water is growing higher.
Higher and higher it doesn’t stop.
Water is gushing everywhere and people are screaming.
Mummy I yell but it’s too late
Fighting for my life, I kick and scream
Like the people before me I start to sink lower and lower.
I can’t breath
Where is my mummy?


it has to be about a frightening aspect of nature.
this is meant to be about tsunami. lol i know it's gay.
help me make it better?

2007-07-24 22:04:33 · 8 answers · asked by xShabooyah 1

2007-07-24 20:06:23 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

If I entered your thoughts
what would I find?
Will it keep at peace the worries that
wrestle through my mind?
How will this work
if you don't talk to me?
I try so hard but you don't seem to see.
How can these bonds of trust we held,
no longer seem to meld?
I ask you this in hope that you'll understand
things will not work if we do not go through this together
hand in hand.

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how much is infinity?

how close is almost there?

how long is a long time?

when is soon?

when is later?

where is here?

where is there?

who is us?

who is they?

what is a feeling?

what is a sound?

why am I here?

why are you?

2007-07-24 19:39:43 · 7 answers · asked by Violet 2