Any Poets Here?

[Oneironaut]

Does anybody else here write poetry? Share your work here! Come on, don't be discouraged by the fact that you're probably insane if you're good at poetry (http://bps-research-digest.blogspot.com/2006/11/poets-and-artists-have-as-many-unusual.html). Here's a poem I wrote recently that I call "The Mystery Of Misery":

On Christmas morn a child wakes to find her mother dead
in a pool of scarlet red
with a bullet through her head.

In Israel, a bus explodes because a pious man
thinks his god made a command
to kill the Jews upon his land.

A homeless lady wanders through the streets in solitude.
It's been days since she has chewed
the smallest morsel of some food.

A cancer patient tells his family he is going to die.
He won't live to see July
and it's time to say goodbye.

In Africa, a little girl is tragically deformed,
her clitoris from body shorn
in ritual considered norm.

A family dog has rabies so it's being put to sleep,
and it dies without a peep
as the family starts to weep.

A Catholic priest molests a boy and warns him not to say
a single word about the way
the priest mistreated him that day.

A man who's recently divorced has given up all hope.
With his life he cannot cope;
around his neck he ties a rope.

A soldier tortures enemy combatants in a cell
with a treatment worse than hell,
taking pleasure as they yell.

What kind of god, what kind of karma lets this sort of thing
happen every day to bring
misery and suffering?

[Captin]

I like weed it's really good
When i smell the dank it gives me wood

as you can tell, yes i am a talented poet :p

[Harvest Ethics]

Loved the article.

Poem grabs you by the throat. Reminds me of Jotie 't Hooft, a european poet. Nice work.

[MrGreenFingaz]

i am dark and deep
my words will creep
like little bo peep
and all of her sheep

all the sheep were nice
although they smoked ice
we rolled some dice
and ate some voluptuous rice

the rice was real good
it came straight out the hood
and that was really good
really, really, good

and the trees were growing
and i was sowing
my many fields for toking
like a too too train, smoking

because im the best man
in all of the land
ill slap you with my hand
and give your face my brand
its not that i planned
when this sequence will end, and
the last line was not bland
like a cotton mouth saliva gland

this great poetry took many years
so cheers
heres beers
and plenty of mary here

although i must go
all of you know
go slow
in school zones hoe
fo sho
yo yo.

[LuckyNiner]

Here's to cheese and wine and beer and bread
And all that makes life worth living
Here's to friends and love and joy instead
Of thinking of whom we're missing

Here's to laughter, songs, and music, all
Where would we be without it?
A living hell, a darker world
But the music's here; don't doubt it.

So hold your sweetheart by the hand
And take a chance tonight
Life's too short to fret and frown
So, my friends, let’s do it right:

Pack the bong up
Roll a spliff
A blunt will do, as well
No matter how you choose to smoke
Let's make heaven out of hell.

[yoda]

I like weed it's really good
When i smell the dank it gives me wood

as you can tell, yes i am a talented poet :p

rofl, you own!

im not a poetry writer, but i do write some some lyrics, and i try to give them a poetic feel

[JaggedEdge]

I had nearly 100 poems on my old computer. Than that piece of shit dell crashed and the word files weren't recoverable. Than I couldn't find the back up disk. Haven't written much since.

[psychedelic fungi]

rofl Your style reminds me of my first experience in high school. She was an amazing teacher. But she was addicted to crack before she started teaching. And yeah o.o She was amazing besides the fact that she did crack and not the herb. Ney ways the schizophrenia thing about poets made me giggle you see I only talk to my self and not often but when I'm home alone bored to death and nothing to do but smoke is when I answer my self. o.o;

[baisez le monde.]

ornamental cats
sitting on wooden porches
watching cars speed past


im in a haiku mood :p

[Dro_Princess]

Here is a poem that I wrote and was actually put into a book from poetry.com. I was suprised when they sent me the book because I didnt never even paid for it in advance like you are suspose to. They sent it too me with a bill for it.

Through my eyes you can see I've had it rough
My short life has been long and tough
I've been through trials and tribulations
That seemed unfair but taught me patience
Through my eyes you can see I've been mistreated
And all those times I wish could be deleted
Through my eyes you can see my pain
And the innocence I wish I could regain
Through my eyes you can see my tears
And all those times I wish I could disappear
Though I know my time is not up
The road before me is long and rough
Through my eyes you can see my fear
And watch as I shed one small tear
And when you hold me so close and tight
I get the feeling everything will be alright
For you are the one God sent to me
To bring me out of my despair and misery

[Matt the Funk]

I like, I like...........

[Reefer Rogue]

Does anybody else here write poetry? Share your work here! Come on, don't be discouraged by the fact that you're probably insane if you're good at poetry (http://bps-research-digest.blogspot.com/2006/11/poets-and-artists-have-as-many-unusual.html). Here's a poem I wrote recently that I call "The Mystery Of Misery":

On Christmas morn a child wakes to find her mother dead
in a pool of scarlet red
with a bullet through her head.

In Israel, a bus explodes because a pious man
thinks his god made a command
to kill the Jews upon his land.

A homeless lady wanders through the streets in solitude.
It's been days since she has chewed
the smallest morsel of some food.

A cancer patient tells his family he is going to die.
He won't live to see July
and it's time to say goodbye.

In Africa, a little girl is tragically deformed,
her clitoris from body shorn
in ritual considered norm.

A family dog has rabies so it's being put to sleep,
and it dies without a peep
as the family starts to weep.

A Catholic priest molests a boy and warns him not to say
a single word about the way
the priest mistreated him that day.

A man who's recently divorced has given up all hope.
With his life he cannot cope;
around his neck he ties a rope.

A soldier tortures enemy combatants in a cell
with a treatment worse than hell,
taking pleasure as they yell.

What kind of god, what kind of karma lets this sort of thing
happen every day to bring
misery and suffering?

I don't write poetry but that was really good. THe imagery really came across well.

[Oneironaut]

This one is called "Beware the Ego"

In this world without meaning are those who pretend
that their lives and their deeds serve some grand cosmic end,
and that they are the center of all that exists
and the fate of the cosmos is right in their fists.

And to them we're not apes with less hair and big brains;
we're the center of everything there's to explain!
Not just masses of atoms traversing through space,
rather far grander things from a far grander place!

We're just specks on the earth which, I do believe,
is much larger than anything we can conceive,
and that planet's a speck to its star that's a speck
in a universe which is gigantic as heck!

[iStaaHi]

YOULL GOT TO READ THIS< IT is a poem that ive put together over 4 years


i spend my life in a world unknown never knowing of what will go.
i pass my time true and slow as the clock handles tick to and fro,
i look around the room without a care in my mind as i think about life as the time flys by ...i listebn to the sounds that take a visit through my ears as i think about my freinds and i hold back the tears....,,,,,,i think when i sit on the clouds of my mind as i lay down to rest as my thoughts unwind, ,i dream when i sleep about the people who i love as i exit stage right on the wings of a dove,,the beggining of the end of a day begun when i looked out the window at the rising sun,,,,,,the day is of new with my future in view for the lopve is the trust that i shall pursue,,,,,i try to take a step into the world nieve with the air so congested it restricts me to breathe,,,,i reach to the light as i drop to the floor while i gasp for my life at my fate to restore,,,,,,,,life is a flower that has started as a seed that has grown and has bloomed and has withered to a weed,,,,,,no time in this life to recieve what i need to believe its the lead so i bleed to be seen,,,,,i cry in the tears of my joy and my pain as i overcome my greif and i try to be sane,,,always searching for true love in this life that i live getting nearer to the answer that i cant quite grip,,,,ill find what i have looked for in tha end of my days that will gain my satisfaction and help to stop my craze

RoAcH

[420izzle]

I write....


I am the empty vessel
what has been sent to me
meets the same fate.
open
like an open door
free like open
for more ideas
to give more energy
luminance of subtle mind
the innermost consciousness
age
like open and free
for more ideas
to give more energy
to fulfill needs
as a by-product now

and another if I may -

grey clouds fly by
glare on my computer screen
makes it seem
blinding
rainbow chaser
bored
i think i'm allergic to myself
slide this book back on the shelf
tethered edges worn and weathered
flash of self in mirrors passing
time flashing glass eyed passerby
floored
i think i'm a smurf
blue boy consuming turf
space bound cloud hound
rainbow chaser when it hurts


I love to write! Good stuff everybody! Love it all....yum yum.

[TokinAsianGuy]

not a poem, but a short song i wrote about someone.

she doesn't mind,
sleeping on the couch.
she doesn't care,
for products in her hair.

she's so damn beautiful,
sleeping on the couch,
she's so damn beautiful,
breathin in and out.

and when the tvs on,
remote is by her side,
can't seem to make up my mind,
what to cook for her tonight.

and then she wakes up,
and takes a,
cigarette from her purse.
sparking the smoking machine
what an elegant scene tonight.

she's so damn beautiful,
sleeping on the couch,
she's so damn beautiful,
breathin in and out.

[Oneironaut]

The pain of solitude is slowly eating at my soul,
tearing me apart and leaving just a gaping hole.
Once I loved mankind but now I simply can't control
the jealousy and hatred that prevents me being whole.

The icy hands of loneliness have grabbed me by the throat.
Though I yell and choke, there is no one taking note.
All I hear is my own echo, distant and remote,
Screaming silently these anguished verses that I wrote.

[fikusroot]

Poets:Skitzo::Mathametitions::Autistic
Here's something about nothing


"Good Day" Said Mr. America on the intercom
His efforts becoming increasingly wonton
He stared into a sea of blue
and red and white and yellow too
"It seems that one of you is mistaken
me for the leader I have taken
into backrooms, derelict streets
and bound his arms and tied his feet
so you and I and we could see
That I am you as you are me."
And through the roar of the crowd below
from the sky a flurry of snow
coated the mobs and angry masses
as they just grumbled and scratched their asses.

[b0Ng h!tz 4 mE]

I don't like spotted dick

so i punched a guy called mick

he told me to lie

so i said.. "stfu fool... and lets get high"

:stoned:

[Oneironaut]

Righteous people are the ones who keep from getting caught,
and evil people are the ones whose virtues aren't taught.
For good and evil aren't two exclusive types of mind,
and if we search within us deeply we will surely find
that all of us are capable of acting either way
depending on the circumstances that arise today.
We're all a little evil, and we're all a little good.
We normally, but never always, do the things we should.
That's just the way that people are, it's perfectly okay,
since that's the way that human nature's gonna have to stay.

[slipknotpsycho]

http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/livinghell/poetry.html

[TokinAsianGuy]

so i just found one i wrote when i was 14. It's a silly rhyme i wrote to my then ex girlfriend. haha. remember, i wasn't emo, i was emotional. i think i named it Retribution because it was a new word i learned and i thought it sounded cool

Retribution

You make me feel so many things,
Inside I hear you lie.
The emotions just keep flowing,
I can’t stop although I try.

The tears I shed don’t go away,
They stay so close to me.
To rescue all their other friends
From my eyes they try to flee.

heart to soul and body to mind,
I feel so much pain,
The speedy heartbeat the swollen eyes,
The tears they come like rain.

My bloody fist with torn off skin,
A reminder of the hate,
The love I still feel for you,
Taunts me its my fate.

Had I not fallen for you
I would’ve found your soul,
In the heart of another girl,
to make my body whole.

You and I are pieces,
Of a puzzle that’s hard to make,
The pieces are so scattered,
Its just time we have to take.

You took that time away from me,
Raped me of my heart
You reeled me in then threw me out,
Can’t stand us to be apart.

I kept you at arms length,
then you decided to leave,
I tried to fix things they were going well,
But me u had to deceive.

My heart and mind is tired,
I think bout you heaps.
Just remember I still love you,
Your heart I couldn’t keep.

kids say the darndest things. :rolleyes:

[Oneironaut]

Desire unfulfilled can make this world a living hell,
and there is only one thing worse as far as I can tell.
That is watching others have their needs and wants fulfilled,
all leading lives that never cease to leave them truly thrilled.
At times I feel like dying just might be my only hope;
the dead do not with envy, anger, sadness have to cope.
But somewhere deep inside me I naïvely have to say:
“perhaps tomorrow won't be quite as gloomy as today,
perhaps I'll see the day when all my troubles go away.”
And though I know it's likely nought but my naïveté,
that is why, in lonely misery, I choose to stay.

[TokinAsianGuy]

I've noticed alot of raps, poems and rhymes being posted, so i thought i'd bump this thread for anyone who wants to post their pieces.

[wayoftheleaf]

Destruction



The sun rises in the west
bursting before us all

The people gather
drinking for today

The comets rain down
stealing life away

The skies burn
and the seas boil

The flesh melts
The bone brakes

The screams of fear
The screams of sorrow

But alas
there shall never be

a morrow

[TokinAsianGuy]

another year ended, another year born,
discreetly i watch her on new years dawn.
a loss of breath, a heavy sigh,
she smiles brightly as i cry.

through welling tears, i look away,
just killing time till the very next day,
then i wake up down, and light a smoke,
inhaling deeply, try not to choke.

i walk through life with infinite sadness,
covered by a fake imitation of gladness,
beneath this mask there is a man,
who can't believe who can't understand.

why love somehow devours him all,
stays on his mind, made his life stall.
i can't stop spiraling off this track,
i just want to love and be loved back.