Late Night Poetry!

[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.

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.