Poetry

Forgetful Past

Secrets of my pounding heart
deceitful and full of anger...
bleeding the phsycotic past
shameful that it didn't vanish fast...
rewind it over and over in my head...
look at me ... how much I've bled!
to foget, ...I don't know how?
with a rusty dagger I shall stab it, but how???
stab... stab... STAB!!!
Oh how it hurts... it hurts...
why wont it just bleed?
almost like undying weeds...
stab... stab... STAB!!!
ughhh.... bring me back to sane....
AGHHH!!! look at my hands I've really gone INSANE!!!

BY *RPG

2007-06-21 06:30:45 · 4 answers · asked by WhErE Do I BeGiN??? 1

I wrote this slightly morbid poem,do you have any hints for me?
~hearts eaten~
I'm eating her heart in the sands
of the beach where she used to take my hand
and tell me I was the only man
for her.

She'd show me where they all lay,
those men who led her heart astray.
She said "they never die in vain",
and I believed her.

When I had seen the crimes she did
I ran so far away and hid,
not knowing that a bullet would hit
her skull

When I came back from my fear
I saw what had become of my Dear,
and now my body will lie here
with her.

After taking notice of her suicide,
I took her body for a ride,
and we went back to the beach where we now reside
together.

I ripped her heart out of her chest,
and in devouring it I wished for her tan breasts,
those evil eyes,her warm caress
-but death had undone us-

Please help! (I posted in P&S but she just told me to go to a doctor 0.o; )

2007-06-21 06:17:43 · 9 answers · asked by Myaloo 5

Babylon...

Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
that we get em confused
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
By not bein ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
where Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror
known as mankind
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of righteous men
Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the beginning
They teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mindstate
Otherwise Babylon...

2007-06-21 05:03:12 · 3 answers · asked by Black Mamba 2

Here's mine:
Basketry as a pastime
I've experienced for the last time.
'Cos nothing makes me sicker
Than wicker.

2007-06-21 04:39:31 · 14 answers · asked by captbullshot 5

I want to read some urdu poetry ghazal, ashaar , qitaat or some inspiring thoughts poetry.
I am a fan of new thoughts poet and appreciate new poets of urdu poetry.
Any one can help me to find out these types of poetry or resources of these kalam or collection of urdu poetry

Thanks

2007-06-21 00:15:14 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mindless Batter

He was shot buy a guerilla bullet and thrown into a mass grave
Betrayed by the very people he had come from far to save
Seekers of truth and justice will never stop to quail
For when the cause is noble it is glorious even to fail.

2007-06-20 21:11:49 · 14 answers · asked by sabrewilde666 3

The hole is becoming wider with the burning flame of a dead society the shards of my protective world break and fall to pieces on the shield of my heart so you wont understand me and you never will you just cant see the damage done to me and still… my pain is beyond words now… so let me slowly kill myself to prove a point…an eerie silence is in my head wishing that I was dead to see just what lies behind the door of sleeping heads … aching back and neck is just the signs of the reason why we just can see eye to eye…we try to fit the image of the society dead…a place so fake….and yet we all fall in place…well I’m taking a chance and stepping out...I’m tired of the lies. I’m tired of the game of life and all is said…life’s so cruel but we hang on like spiders to webs…. death is such a misconception…its true it is sneaky but at least it tries to hurry about and take your life but NO life makes you cling on to the pain of the world…a little laugh should heal it right…a little laugh will hold me tight…a little laugh is all I know…to make this pain just a… So…. I see you and you think you see me …you want to me to be the normal one...well let me give you a little whisper of doubt… when I’m gone and flying high to leave this pain all behind…to see you all die just to fall in line… so let me be just who I be can you not close your mouth just to see what happens to me… you’re all blind wishing to see…well I see and you should just leave that be…the feelings I have inside are still a mystery to me...but I see you and you think you see me…this is not true...believe…I have given up on the hopes and dreams of a fantasy cause now I see what I truly want to be…but see you don’t understand me…so this gap between us will be there for ever more...until the day I settle the score…you can say its equal and fade away but you wont see me until I open the door…of all that’s locked in side my Pandora’s box for humans never to touch… Oh…but let me tell you all about the emotions bubbling in me…. Just a tub of water over flowing into a light …so here it is you figure it out…if you solve the equation maybe you can finally see…. So I see the truth behind life’s key but I’m lost at sea so how can that be, I see you, you cant see me I’m hidden in the dark of the place within everyones heart just the key…so believe…I run and I hide to cling on to pride…I die…I escape the light …I’m in every medicine cabinet…above every sink … and everyone thinks of me… So…mother…guess what I happen to be…

2007-06-20 21:04:20 · 2 answers · asked by DonDon 1

Planets of souls,
Wash around us,
Like tides eroding,
The earth we stand upon.
Dreams begin,
With the death of faith,
Leaving skeletons,
To guide the ways of others.

Passion failed,
Hope failed,
Only dreams hold us now,
Within its draping arms of slumber,
Brought to us,
Through our own,
Dying eyes.

We fail to believe...
In that which we are...
In that which we will be...
In that which we will conquer...
In that which conquers us...
And leaves us to die.

2007-06-20 20:23:59 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Breakable thinning truth filled with lies,
Excuses drown actions
Smirk on face, hit angry places.
Lie in front of me, turn stab my back.
Twist and scratch at my soul
Break, break what was told…
Fatigue in eyes, tears come on …
Force to hold,
Just let go…
All but a nightmare unfold…

2007-06-20 09:38:39 · 9 answers · asked by WhErE Do I BeGiN??? 1

The long grass sings a chorus
Dry creekbeds demarcation
Stright lines are higways
Powerlines
Furrows
Rolling swales
Clumps of tree oasis
Frog ponds noctural symphony
Hay stacks full of girls and boys
Church bells
Dark, black clouds
Lightning dances with the Devil
Then silence for miles and miles

2007-06-20 09:17:37 · 4 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

love

Her eyes stared back at me, a cornflower blue,
Porcelain skin, slick from the sweat, like morning dew.
Legs are as perfect as any long distance runner,
When you put it all together, a perfect stunner.

When we make love, it's kind of like poetry,
The rhythyn, the meter, a perfect soliloquy.
She wears me out, with her youth and pace,
There is no place I'd rather be, lost in her lace.

After a rest and some Kristal champaign,
like two virgin teens, our lust gone insane.
I'd rather be here, in her arms, us together,
Wild horses couldn't drag me away with a tether.

A woman is like something wild and free,
not to be kept in a chamber, under lock and a key.
A woman is best when she knows she has love,
By a man who will trust her, to return like a dove.

But I could be happy, never leaving this place,
Joyfully playing and flailing and kissing her face.
Nothing could bring me, any more joy than this,
As she rises in the morning, on my lips a sweet kiss.

2007-06-20 06:58:41 · 12 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

2007-06-20 05:26:43 · 18 answers · asked by prometida 3

Y!Overlords
(by Penfold, Y!God's gift to Y!Chicks)
~~~~~~~
Ode to a slip-slap flabberly slob
Your repugnant putrid bark is foul
Orders reek of carcass topping
Back inside your living cage eating death's muffins.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I think Penfold has finally written something worthwhile, I can really relate to his hollow existence now...

2007-06-20 04:00:09 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-20 03:36:04 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-20 03:28:51 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

is there a beauty in my poetry
that deals with the plight of a tree
of how the deer nibble at her bark
and she is home to the meadow lark
she stands tall in the rain and snow
in summer is dressed with no place to go
she'll shade you happily on the hottest day
and give your children a place to play
then after years of standing still and tall
her spot is gifted to a shopping mall
and then her long life is brutally cut short
by men who see only a new food court
yet her journey does not end right there
she is planked and sanded with great care
and crafted lovingly by men with their heart
into what she always was a piece of art

2007-06-20 03:21:28 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-20 02:39:31 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

Florence Anthony (born 1947) is an American poet. She has legally changed her name to Ai, the Japanese word for "love".

Of course, she's "American" in tone, culture, character, mien, and all, but given America's obsession with racial categories, how should we catogorize Ai? please assist.

She was born in Albany, Texas but grew up in Tucson, Arizona. Her ancestry is part Japanese, Choctaw-Chickasaw, African American, Irish, Southern Cheyenne, and Comanche.
Her brief bio is here: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/268

Some of her poems that include "Conversations" and "Grandfather says": are here: http://www.poemhunter.com/ai/

2007-06-19 22:27:45 · 1 answers · asked by ari-pup 7

It's actually just the 1st part of a longer poem I wrote...

to the unborn eye, all is seen
to the unborn mind, none is known
through the born child’s eye
the mind will grow
for seeing is knowing
and knowing is growing.

2007-06-19 18:49:09 · 10 answers · asked by kennyk 4

All I do is work. I never have time off anymore. I am lucky enough to have the rest of the week off. Heres my prob: My room is filthy! My cat knocks things on the floor.She gets in her litter box then tracks little pebbles of litter and cat crap all over the floor. She pukes on my bed and on my floor. She sits and begs for grass which I pick from outside and bring in to give her. She eats tape.Then pukes it up on the floor. She sleeps in my window now I have her hair all over my curtains, on my bedpillow, comforter etc...
First off plz dont tell me to lose the cat. But I do need some advice cuz Im cleanin it all up tonite. What kinds of things can u do to relax and enjoy once you have a really clean room? Theres a thunderstorm brewing outside which is somewhat inspirational but I do need motivation! I have some really cool hot tea to drink. Just lookin for inspiration, motivation, etc...so if u can come up with something creative for me, I'd enjoy reading it AND pick u as best!

2007-06-19 18:45:58 · 22 answers · asked by Anonymous

To love is the greatest act
To lose it is the greatest loss
To live is the greatest gift
To live well will surely cost

Love will drive you in sane
Love will take away pain
It will torture you
Again and again
Especially if its in vain

Love has no prejudice
It doesn’t pick or choose
Anyone can play the game
As long as your willing to lose

Its sad how something so lovely
Can become so utterly dark
The lack of love is frightening
It will surely break your heart.

2007-06-19 17:59:07 · 15 answers · asked by Kate 1

Here is my first shot

Shining lines
Of tears falling down
Your perfect face
And in such simple words
An apology
My words
Trampling yours
It never was your fault
And so I will
Say my hardest goodbye
Your body shudders
Sobbing
And upon my lips you bestow
The softest kiss
My eyes close
Your footsteps fade
I find myself alone
My task is clear
My greatest desire
To set you free
Accomplished by
The sweetest farewell
My eyes sweep down
Those twenty stories
Over the railing
Hanging by
A hand
Now the release
Goodbye Kitty
I always loved you
I always will
Goodbye my Kitty
Goodbye my love

but I had several people tell me the ending was poor, so here is my second attempt starting from 'A hand'

A hand
Now the release
Goodbye baby
I always loved you
I always will
Goodbye my love
Farewell

Which is better? Or if you have a better idea let me know. Thanks.

2007-06-19 17:25:25 · 12 answers · asked by BeautifulDisgrace 2

Looking out beyond the haze
Hope
Light
My heart is young again
My dreams blaze before me
As I chase them down the highway
Accelerating for the first time in years
A smile that is real not forced
Because my heart is free
No more bonds
No more chains
Wild and free
Happy again
I am thriving through a loss
That I didn’t know was good for me
What I once thought I couldn’t live without
Has now finally set me free

2007-06-19 17:15:45 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

A girl who never fits in
A lonely girl who always sins
An unwanted tear falls from her eye
As again, her conscience decides to lie
She wishes she could turn back on the path she's on
She knows on it, she doesn't belong
She longs to be on the path of right and true
That she hopelessly pursues...
At night she crawls to the corner of her bed
And her knees support her head
She cried to her lonesome self
Knowing that she is beyond help
Now understanding she can't go back
So trust rated, her tears start to lack
The blood drips openly from her wound
Hoping to seal her fateful doom
Now she can see her reflection in the pool
And now she's so happy in a world so cruel
No one's going to miss her, so why should she care?
She's going to a world that is fair.
plunging down and down into death
She struggles to breathe and gasps her last breath
The next morning, her parents find her on her bed
Finally realizing their daughter was dead.
Her skin deathly pale,
And she looked oh so frail
Her skin was clammy and her body dripped in cold sweat
Her parents washed over with regret
The minister said she could've been saved
With the attention that she had craved
So now that girl lies six feet down
Underneath the cold, hard ground.

2007-06-19 16:59:40 · 6 answers · asked by Kersten 1

In the darkness of night
The waves of the ocean carry you away
The moon shines above and you gently sway
Out in the open you choose not to hide
Instead, you look to the sky
In the stars you confide

2007-06-19 16:50:10 · 7 answers · asked by SnowWhite92 4

It is called Ghost of you. It is all in the narraters point of veiw about a guy.

You've came this far.
Your ready to face your fears.
But you chose to run away.
You dont want to get hurt.
You dont want to be scared.
You turn around and walk.
Just walk.
Thought no one would notice.
But I noticed.
I saw the look on your face.
The fear in your eyes.
You started running as fast as you could.
But something came over you.
You coudnt move.
I knew what was happening.
I knew why you couldnt move any more.
You were scared.
Scared of running, scared of what may happen, scared of living in fear.
As you stoped a tear ran down your face.
I wanted to wipe it away.
But I couldnt
I couldnt because you ran away from me.
But not only me, but love.
You ran away in fear of ever loving someone,
I kew you were in pain as you stood there.
But what could I do.
I am of her.
The one you ran away from.
I am not only the ghost of her.
But I am the ghost of you

2007-06-19 16:13:46 · 16 answers · asked by Ali Marie 2

Stand Up

What's wrong with the kids today?
That's what us old farts always say
But, really, where is YOUR energy?
Why are you so disconnected
So content in your apathy?


"When I was your age..." we old hippies complain
We were storming the campus
"We Won't Get Fooled Again"
We were burning our draft cards
Or marching or shouting
Now see us old farts
Just rocking and pouting


Because the world became what we once feared
But now we're too tired, or just plain ol' skeered
Of losing our pensions
We sold out to "the man"
And became The Establishment
And in our middle-years
We have grown wan

What's wrong with you kids today?
Don't you just know??
To be quiet now
Won't help America grow

Towards Peace and Compassion

2007-06-19 15:04:57 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Ode To Poe

Dark, decrepit, dreary damned night
Fills my bowels with stones of fright
My eyes shift from the left to the right
While shadows dance in the pale moonlight

No human should walk the earth at this hour
Per chance to meet some unearthly power
I watch, I listen, I dodge, I cower
While heart burns, stomach churns, and mouth tastes sour

The cold wind howls with evil glee
Anticipating my destiny
I know some spectre waits for me
To rend, to end mortality

I watch it standing up ahead
With fingers of bone and eyes of red
Beckoning me to join the dead
I change my path, with feet of lead

I begin to tremble and I can swear
If only in mind, there's something here
And I die in waiting, there's death in fear
Damned night be gone, glorious dawn appear

2007-06-19 13:50:32 · 5 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

2007-06-19 13:38:52 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Oh you people look at me
Buzzed buzzed buzzed
On some brown LSD

That's no bus that's a f'ing tree
Through the pink haze
Headed straight for thee

ground is leaving
all aboard
my your mind is a hevy load

Ding ding ding and a putt putt putt
put away the bong
better move your butt

Penfold's coming and he's slick
Gonna ruin your little trip
Gonna steal your poems (sh*t!)

2007-06-19 11:19:17 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous