Late Night Poetry!

[tblueyes]

Do you have the time
Could you spare a second.

If not then what good are you
Just a nother usless waist of space,
You dont have a place.

If you have that second and I hope you do...
Could you show me the way out?

I want to leave this strange place
Never been here before
Gosh what a bore it is.

This place you call a mall
It looks like more of a hall
Its just that its so small.

Sorry for waisting your time
But thanks for not waisting mine.

[JunkYard]

How many know a shadow?
Sheâ??s playful as I recall.
How many see her magic,
upon an animated wall?

A candle burning brightly,
extends its ghostly eye.
Sheâ??ll dance upon the ceiling,
above the room so high.

But in the morning sunrise,
the shadowâ??s at her best.
Sheâ??ll follow you forever,
and never need to rest.

But in the dark of night,
she puts her needs to bed.
Sheâ??ll belong again tomorrow,
or whenever light is shed.

[tblueyes]

Nice poem, do you have any others? I made mine up on the fly. How about you?

[Mary Jane x3]

Do you have the time
Could you spare a second.

If not then what good are you
Just a nother usless waist of space,
You dont have a place.

If you have that second and I hope you do...
Could you show me the way out?

I want to leave this strange place
Never been here before
Gosh what a bore it is.

This place you call a mall
It looks like more of a hall
Its just that its so small.

Sorry for waisting your time
But thanks for not waisting mine.

Good work but try not to rhyme so much, make a better flow the rhyming kinda makes it more 6th gradish

keep writing tho

[JunkYard]

Nice poem, do you have any others? I made mine up on the fly. How about you?

Just one I had tucked away.

Will you post some more of yours? I'll post another of mine to get started. This one is one of my favorites; I wrote it a little over a year ago. Hope you like...

It's called:

â??Sacredâ??

Fragile veins, needle gashed arms,
horrendous badges upon array.
Every wound a moment in time
in which sheâ??s able to fade away.

Her addiction burns deep inside,
like inflictions of swallowed glass.
Thus, poison sheâ??ll thrust into her veins,
so she can die again at last.

This evil alliance eases the hurt.
Her needs she cannot resist.
It is only when the pain subsides,
that it seems life no longer exists.

Alone she sits in a candle lit room,
the shadows animate the walls.
She hovers a spoon over the flame,
then a sizzle, and again death calls.

Preparing her fix she pulls the plunge,
then a push to bleed out the air.
The needle ready to make its mark,
and assist in containing despair.

A strap is wrapped around her arm,
and then a tap to find a vein.
Soon sheâ??ll find what sheâ??s looking for.
Yes, soon she will feel no pain.

Virtual death is found in this needle,
the needle sets in descending pace.
Knowing she needs it, she injects,
and now the sinner finds her grace.

In parallel she begins to sink.
Her head clears, and images blur.
This savior now extends his arms,
and once again, life sleeps for her.

Lets keep this thread going, tblueyes, and maybe post one each night. What do ya say? I love poetry...

[tblueyes]

Sounds good I'll post some up when I think of some more and I'm usualy on in the morning so I'll get them up then. My computer crashed so I don't have any of my old poetry :'( . I'll try to get something up soon and yeah lets keep it going and hopefuly other people will join.

[tblueyes]

The pain in my heart it tuches me so and in a way that you will never know.

You've hurt me once and yet again but now never, never again.

Free at last from your grip now I am strong and not a wimp.

Life moves on not harming me now and I am happy to be part of the crowed.



Its kinda short but I think that one sounds better then my last. What do you think?

[JunkYard]

Both are good, so I can't decide which I like better? btw, was this one off the fly?

I can't write unless I have a good 30 minutes on my hands, lol! Let me dig up another, and I'll post later...

:thumbsup:

It would great if others joined in, too,

[psychocat]

They're sweet and all but man they are kinda depressing me so I thought I would offer up something a little more lighthearted.:D

There once was a girl from Ealing
Who had a peculiar feeling
She laid on her back
And opened her crack
And pissed allover the ceiling.

:cool: :stoned: :thumbsup: :dance:

[HiddenBeauty]

How many know a shadow?
Sheâ??s playful as I recall.
How many see her magic,
upon an animated wall?

A candle burning brightly,
extends its ghostly eye.
Sheâ??ll dance upon the ceiling,
above the room so high.

But in the morning sunrise,
the shadowâ??s at her best.
Sheâ??ll follow you forever,
and never need to rest.

But in the dark of night,
she puts her needs to bed.
Sheâ??ll belong again tomorrow,
or whenever light is shed.

I don't write poetry myself but I love reading others poetry,especially this one.I look forward to reading more of your poetry :) :smokin:

[enthused]

Forget love
I've turned away
Other things cloud my mind

Black acid and blue cheers
Corrupt my vision into something new
Sounds to chew and visions to hear

A blizzards next, something new
Take me to the castle my sweet white lady
I am led and blue velvet follows suit

A mind blow straight to the moon
Imagine that my dear friend!
But still I've...

Forgotten my love
And turned away
For other things cloud my mind on a cloudy day

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wrote this when I was completely spaced out one day. drugs and love..woo? yeah I am not that good.

[tblueyes]

yeah I am not that good.
Dont get yourself down just yet and its not that bad better then some people i know. Just write a few more and maybe you'll find what gets you to write better.

I know mine are a little more depressing but thats where I get my better poems from. Thats what im talking about enthused.

[tblueyes]

Sorry not thinking strate right now its better then lots of people I know.

[JunkYard]

I don't really call this one 'poetic' at all, but I think it's interesting just the same.

â??Cagedâ??

Desired expectations, insane revelations
losing heavens reward-eyes wide open

(Still Iâ??m blind)

Forever in mind, twisting-turning
evolving-yearning-break me down

(Then build me up again)

You mend, a loss of hope-your reasons appall
to me you call-you bring me up

(Just for the fall)

Standing tall-loss of faith, religion once more
corrupts my core-take my breath

(Then drown me in fire)

Iâ??ll wallow in this mire-from up to down
a smile to frown-twisting in this swirl

(I exist to give)

I take to live-nothing can be lost
forever tossed-a coin, heads up-heads down

(forever bound)

Never found-never saved, my mind at rage
Iâ??m in this cage, but no breaking free

(From the bent reality-that is me)

[tblueyes]

I agree quite interesting. I think I'll post my poem tonight maybe think about it after school. No work today so that will be nice.

[tblueyes]

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago when a girl that I was in love with didn't want much to do with me anymore.

"Shouldn't Have Got Involved"

I wish there was someting
I could say to make you want to
stay but I cant because you are
a whore and nothing more,

When you came into my life
I felt wanted and gay but
when it comes down to it
I'm just another one of your prey,

Swallowing my pride with
a heart full of hurt I move
on felling as though I
was as low as the dirt,

[tokinggreg]

It's been a while since I've written some quality poetry, but I sat down and thought about this one for a good half hour. Enjoy, while I try to dig up some better stuff.

Quiet Night

A whisper in the wind I hear,
Will call my name, then disappear.
An apparition dressed in white,
Like Sirens spreading false delight?
Perhaps a little meadow lark,
Who seated on the treetop's bark,
Is singing last November's tune,
To dying embers, gone too soon.

No matter what this fading source,
Is humming now in faint remorse,
I strain my mind to hear it clear,
A whisper, no, a whimper like,
The sound a fallen cricket makes,
Those chirps as if a field away,
Yet still, still, that soft infusion,
Of Nature's lovely drawn delusion,
It echoes in the Winter breeze,
And sets my weathered mind at ease.

[JaiPeur]

HORRIBLE ALL OF THEM!

Where is the strive to matc iambic pentameter? Come now.

Kthxbye!

[growitandsmokeit]

The story of a mountain
Is one of cold and light
The story of a mountain
fills my heart tonight
In the springtime
flowers arise
of Gold, Blue & Azure
The story of a mountain
Is one of cold and light
The story of a mountain
fills my heart tonight

[growitandsmokeit]

I love this man. It sounds like a song lyric. I write songs and I feel my lyrics let me down. :mad:

How many know a shadow?
Sheâ??s playful as I recall.
How many see her magic,
upon an animated wall?

A candle burning brightly,
extends its ghostly eye.
Sheâ??ll dance upon the ceiling,
above the room so high.

But in the morning sunrise,
the shadowâ??s at her best.
Sheâ??ll follow you forever,
and never need to rest.

But in the dark of night,
she puts her needs to bed.
Sheâ??ll belong again tomorrow,
or whenever light is shed.

[tokinggreg]

HORRIBLE ALL OF THEM!

Where is the strive to matc iambic pentameter? Come now.

Kthxbye!

man fuck iambic pentameter... it's all about iambic tetrameter. And yes, in my opinion, rhythm is the most important aspect of poetry, but then again, I am a drummer so that is to be expected. Rhyme comes second in importance.

[karmaxul]

The storm of time unleashes fast
Stiring up the episodes of the past
They come and fade and then restore
Making the world angry more
Whens comes the day when we can rest
Apon the shpere I love the best
The earth regrows to pristine heath
Then all life relaxs in its green house
The sands returned and growth restored
No more roads, or concreate floors
All beings equal and with no cash
To live and love and smoke the grass.

[karmaxul]

The darkness covers the busy day
The children sleep and stars do play
Peaceful silence again at last
Another day of life has past
In the moon light the shadows dance
Close your eyes and take a chance
Go to the land where life is free
The land in which the heart does see
A place of love with winds of joy
No more fear or being coy
We drift apon the clouds of hope
Showering the earth with rains to cope
With the rain the soil drinks
The sounds go quiet so minds can think
Of the way of years now past
Then with the sun the earth awakes atlast

[tblueyes]

Yay, finaly a few more people are posting. I like your poems karmaxul and growitandsmokeit , I'm very much down with nature and the earth so I think there great.

[karmaxul]

Catch a ride apon a star
To lands of myth which seem so far
Out from the roofs holding in the heat
Rising up above the streets
See the world spin beneath
Love fights pain and hits its peak
The old soldiers rise and mend the weak
Throwing off the battles of their defeats
But from the battles the hope still crys
To give up is the same as die
Reach now up and touch the sky
To win the war we first must try
From the ground it can be hard to see
The dreams and hopes of the time were free
Until that moment I see one way
To fight with love and face the day
:)

[tblueyes]

HORRIBLE ALL OF THEM!

Where is the strive to matc iambic pentameter? Come now.

Kthxbye!

Fuck you then go to a different thread if you want to be that way we are just writing because we like it, it doesn't have to be perfect we are just amiture writers having fun.

[karmaxul]

Thanks tblueyes I just stumbled on this thread, great place to unwind the mind

Yo forget them just not having fun them self and wants company.

[karmaxul]

The devil rises and cuts off gods hands
For the damage done apon the land
Worship dies its painful death
So earths spirit at last can rest
The pentagram it turns by threes
Its self the circle shown to me
Connect the numbers of points in time
They continue forever far past this ryme
The days hours cut in two
What does earths code mean to you
A perfect balance which once was taught
Then destroyed and covered as powers crossed
War and hungery now plauge the land
Thats why god did loose his hands

[karmaxul]

Lets keep this thread apon the top
As creativity does grow our crops
When a viewer sees the poets place
They come and dance and share their grace
Imagination refreshes the soul
Then to the show room their hands do go
And from the seed we grow our moms
Then clone their daughter with in our palms
Feed them well and numbers flow
Then as a profession you now do grow

[tblueyes]

Lets keep this thread apon the top
As creativity does grow our crops
When a viewer sees the poets place
They come and dance and share their grace
Imagination refreshes the soul
Then to the show room their hands do go
And from the seed we grow our moms
Then clone their daughter with in our palms
Feed them well and numbers flow
Then as a profession you now do grow

Rofl, that is great!

[JunkYard]

I'm lovin this!

Wait, and I'll post another of mine...

[JunkYard]

O.k, it seems to be going in the way a nature, so I'll just follow suit...

My refuge

Tears fall deep from heaven.
Showers pour forcefully down...
Orchestrating a beautiful melody.
Creating a delightful sound.

My old tin roof plays echo,
amplifying each drop of grace.
As I lay silent in my bed,
a peace comes over my face.

In the midst, I am very tranquil,
embraced by her beautiful song.
I have a sense of pure acceptance,
itâ??s in her arms that I belong.

From out a world of chaos,
there is security in this sweet rain.
My refuge is found in her music.
Yes, she cries to drown my pain.

[karmaxul]

Karma

Time now to hear a melody
and this is how she goes
To wrap the world in blankets
and shovel up her snows

Explore the deepest oceans
found with in the mind
Voyage apon a endless journey
returning every time

Through challage gain your wisdom
yet wisdom has a price
In order to be gotton
the hand must roll the dice

Burns deep inside this fire
the flames within the soul
For when we lose our peace of mind
there is no way we can grow

Tranquility can be found
in images of the past
Becarefull where you look through
The evils they still last

Inside the mind I wonder
learning to be free
Inside the mind is freedom
so ponder now with me

Lets think the thoughts of evil
and think the thoughts of peace
The pain we cause is feeble
so open and release

Think to who you direct it at
for they will have their turn
And when the energy returns to you
its intentions you will learn

So listen to my melody
and this is how it goes
A person is not a person
if the persons lost their soul

[HiddenBeauty]

I can't write poetry at all but I can appreciate someone else's and I love reading all your poems.Some of them touch me (erm mentally :o )more then others but I like them all :)

[tblueyes]

Cold is the day in front of me
And how I wish it would pass,

You cant to much outside
But I would like to because its a blast,

The trees bend brital the trees are
As they swing to and fro cracking under the cold,

This day is a disaster as you can see
It does not suite me at all,

I want to go outside and have a ball
Today that will not happen at all,

I'll curl up in my blanket snug as can be
Enjoying a nice movie that is just for me,


This is how my day is going to be tell I go to work.

[drinksmokesleep]

Hey just noticed you were having a slam...damn i missed the start......anyway mind if i get up and read one of mine?

Okay Ill go ahead anyway

Spurned

I woke in the morning
looking for you
but you had gone
I'm still yawning hoping
you won't be long

No note to say
"Sorry I had to go
Sorry I couldn't Stay."
I'll Always be waiting
but that you already know

I'm all alone
because your not here
now I'm here at home
drinking in last nights
stale sorry air

Did I drive you away
or where you just too bored
not interested to stay
or something I said forgotten
your heartstrings tore

Two weeks have passed
and still you've not returned
boy you must be really pissed
all I feel is spurned.

I actualy got that fucker published in a ffree quaterly magazine called Surivors Poetry.

Its the only one ive got that isnt just a free form stream of concisnous one

Drink

[tblueyes]

No prob if you want to add some of you poetry to this thats what I would hope for. Add all you want to this thread.

[JunkYard]

Yup, the more the better. :thumbsup:

â??Ocean Blessedâ??

Salty sprays erupt in air
dancing droplets frolic so fine
a playful folly and fall so fair
forever a dance in true sublime

Rolling waves rip the shore
locals surf the tubes of deep
vacationers bathing in galore
while seagulls dive in gentle sweep

Ocean breezes cool the heat
hiding burns on snowbird pale
locals snicker as they greet
ghostly figures with skin so frail

Pictures taken, memories made
a sunsets beauty softly caressed
nightly scenes sweet serenade
to an awe-inspiring ocean blessed

[tblueyes]

One fish two fish red fish blue fish... idk I just felt like saying that.

[thebathroom]

Here is a haiku
just for cannabis.com
I love ganja. Word.

[karmaxul]

The night grows quiet
while out come the ghosts
Evenings peacefull darkness
is their favorite host

In thru the windows
and out thru the doors
The airy figures
take their tours

And what they see
they tell to me
Pleaty of sorrow
spiced up with glee

They fly around
and make things right
Then back to the graves
to say good night

The trees they whisper
with what theyve heard
Apon their breath
will fly the morning birds

And the ravens bring
their songs of joy
Their spirits echo
with the Earths sweet words

Things come and go
and then back again
Goes on forever
if you are a friend

But with the darkness
your soul will rot
For some to burn forever
is the only way to be taught

So choose your path
and hold it true
All you have done
shall come back to you

Pick up your spoon
then open wide
With your own actions
Ill watch you die:)

[tblueyes]

Here is a haiku
just for cannabis.com
I love ganja. Word.

Lol, only if you could actily count that dot as part of it in .com

[JunkYard]

I remember yesterday.
It seems so long ago.
Life was full of promise,
full of hope,
and full of opportunity.

Easy dreams graced my days,
while rainbows shared
their pots of gold.
My sunset demeanor
gave me life,
filling my youth
with brilliant color.

I remember long ago . . .
Funny, it seems like only yesterday.
Life reached out
before my eager feet
waiting for each step to take.

Walking tall, and unafraid
bold as a raging bull,
I took each step
in confidence
believing in all I was.

Isnâ??t it funny how things can change
in what seems like a drop of a dime;
and how such confidence
can be turned inside out,
leaving a vibrant man
as cold as stone?

No more pots of gold,
or easy dreams.
No sunset demeanor
to color my days.
No more hope
to set the walking pace,
and no more boldness to carry on.

Iâ??m empty.

[tblueyes]

All good things must come to an end and I think this session off Late Night Poetry has come to an end. Look for something like it some other time. :D