Write a poem, freewrite...?

Question

Freewrite, right now, a poem about something that interests you about LIFE. ANYTHING about life.
*It doesn't have to rhyme or follow "standard structure"!
I am interested in seeing what types of poets are out there and in hearing your opinions. =)

uhhh.. i am interested in reading a poem that i actually like for once, something original and not cliche. i like post modern stuff. whatever. and i am interested in new philosophies/people's opinions/controversial issues.
so that's why i'm asking, but just write whatever you want.

Answer 1

questions are abundant like thoughts scattered through the 2-d of my computer reality fragility of minds and fragility of times leads to false hopes and true lies and the wise are few between and farther still from the truth but from now until i close my pixels i will forever have ingrained a picture a whisper at my ear blowing away the fog making thoughts clear . . .
nice question!!

Answer 2

I can't write poetry
because my mind forbids it
and my fingers are too stubby and fat
my long nails travel over the discolored keyboard
trying to find the meaning of life in a-z
my temples throb from straining so hard
I knew what I wanted to say
but my emotions were in a jumble
hard to tell bliss from sorrow
impassive to the cruel world around me
misunderstanding how they wake up in the morning
work their shift in a heartless job
smiles plastered on their faces
walking like zombies in the shadows
coming to a frigid house and
kissing their lovers on their lips in a dance of infidelity
I can not fathom the authenticity of this world
trying to understand it will only allow it to shallow me whole
push me into the depths of darkness
and leave me nothing to do except
think
and drink my own tears

Answer 3

I have many I wrote, but I'll post one that I wrote last year, just about some experiences I had that made me feel low... ok



Painted Black


Those days I had it all
now somethings going wrong
What I have inside is left to die
Painted Black my destiny

I can't deny it, but I am weak
Drowing in my tears from something I didn't choose.
Which foot should I start on, and maybe I'll be right.
God gave a shoulder to cry on, but there's no light.

Some say I played it off, but I say they are wrong.
It's still inside, that painful cry
Painted Black my destiny.

My shattered souls' a handfull, I just pray that I don't lose
everything I have left filled in my shoes.
I was once in a dark place, forgot abou that fight.
Things that never seem to past, always stay in light.

Those days I had it all
Now somethings going wrong
What I have inside is left to die.
Painted Black my destiny.





Krazy Libra

Answer 4

You pushed me off the edge
And left me there for gloom and death
You left me there forever
And you wouldn’t take me back

You left me out there drowning
Nothing there to keep me safe
So I just kept on sinking
And you watched me like a wraith

What did I do to deserve this
There’s nothing I did wrong
Perhaps you saw me differently
For after way too long

All I want to do now
Is to have just one more day
For you to tell me everything
I’ll listen to what you say

Then I’ll understand why you
Did everything you did
And the world would be back turning
And life would begin again

But the scratches that you left behind
Have turned to painful scars
Like a piece of glass upon your heart
That tore it all apart

Answer 5

I feel so cold
A wind washes through my mind
And blows all the thoughts I hung out
Off the line
The dreams, all full of brightness,
Float away
But I don't mind,
For they'll come back someday...

That's mine. I'm on the computer w/ a friend. Here's hers:

Peanut Butter.
what to say about Peanut Butter?
sticky, slimy, chunky, gooey.
Delicious.

Answer 6

Following the narrow paths,
Unvraveling the ancient labyrith
Of your heart.
Revealing empty rooms.
Lonely caverns.
A victim of your own senselessness,
Of your own selfish desire.
Hardened against all who dare enter.
No light ventures to shine,
To dislcose the secrets hidden within.
All who try to penetrate
Your blackened soul have failed.
They have given up,
Left you alone to your grief.
All alone.
Shut inside yourself.
Lost in your own darkened maze.


thanks, that was fun. i always enjoy freewriting.

Answer 7

Well... *giggles* Here is a poem I wrote about not being able to write.

Ideas keep coming to me
The story in my head
It just isn’t the same
When the words are read

The characters live
The scenes all flow
All my efforts
Don’t seem to show

Answer 8

why can't people see
what is easy for them may come as hard for me
why can't people see
the things we really need
why can't people see
its the lesser of two evil
people can't see what i would like them to see
no one forces anyone to see
many of us only see what we want to see

Unanswered questions from my past
could they maybe be answered at last?
very reminding like a welded caste
could i be delivered from confusion at last?
never have comfort always feel weak
where is this mystic answer i seek
maybe a month maybe a week
but for the answer i still seek

Answer 9

question or just dragging the pond for life?

I'm a poet, got a few online.

Answer 10

i made one..but its soo stupid.
im just an idiot who thinks she can make a poem..but i cant..but i guess i show it to u.....



i just made it up
ha.
i was gonna show u my other one
which was wayyy better
butttttttt...i decided not to
and this poem isnt really true
its just what i came up with...