The Poetry Thread

[SuperMonkey]

I know we have a lot of amateur poets here and I thought I'd put up a thread for us to showcase our stuff. Here's two of mine.

Echoes:

Old faces looking down a hall;
Little children having a ball.
Echoes of our lives: past, present and future,
The Angel of Death is nothing but a butcher

Shadows of immortality;
Laced with immorality,
The merchants sell and you buy;
You live forever, then you die

Frantic day, minutes to go;
May be time for you to say "no",
Echoes of our lives: past, present and future,
The Angel of Death is nothing but a butcher

I have wandered for so many years;
Fought so hard, shed so many tears,
Battles are lost, wars are won,
The father may outlive the son,

Sometimes we think it is a dream;
So bad sometimes it seems
That Hell's Bells are ringing
Louder than the angels' singing,

Often seems like hope is lost;
Must go on, whatever the cost,
Echoes of our lives: past, present and future,
The Angel of Death is nothing but a butcher



The Written Word:

Stylus writing
Marks on paper,
Random thoughts arranged,
Meaning imbued,
Coherence acchieved,
Stylus writing,
Marks on paper



Have 12 more, don't have them memorized. will post others soon.

-- FunBob

 

[jaymes_e06]

Cool I'll take a crack at it. lol

INVISIBLE
I lie with a subtle fake smile
I speak calm and relaxed
my features mute
I stand alone and try to love them
but they don’t know me
they can’t see me

there is no other way I must be true to who I am
I hate being this way
WHY CAN’T I BE SEEN~!
AM I INVISIBLE?

why must I feel I need to change to be excepted?
Am I the only one in the world like me?
Am I alone
AM I INVISIBLE?

I loved you and you hated me
I tried to be good but you wanted nothing to do with me
PLEASE~! I’LL DO BETTER
PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME WITH MYSELF
ALONE….

do I even matter
am I even here
AM I INVISIBLE?


The Jump Between Adult and Childhood
I remember my youth consisting of the swishes, the call,
Of the jump rope hitting, hitting the bare concrete,
I can remember the more unequal slashes sounding towards the earth
Shoes jumping at the sound of the heart beat of life’s drum,
Not a worry of tomorrow
Today is the time, carpe diem,
My legs honing to the whisper of the story of the swishes
The tide comes and goes
I wait impatiently for the tide to come my way once more
I watch the new generation swish down to the skin of God
I wince at the sight of their happiness
I hold the ropes tight and try to do it over
How I long to hear it?
The swishes on the concrete call
I WISH I COULD HEED THEIR CALL

 

[SuperMonkey]

He:

He came into town last night,
Not long before the morning light,
He wore his leather coat, torn and tattered,
His face, beaten and battered,

He did not seem a happy man,
He told us all his name was Dan,
He ordered his drink and then sat down,
Looking around with a frown,

I should've listened to my sixth sense keen,
And then I would have been,
Alive still today, and still around
And not six feet beneath the ground



Ghosts of Ages Past (written for my original graphic novel, Supermonkey):

Ghosts of Ages Past haunt this Place,
Ghosts of suffering and woe,
Ghosts that will not die,
And Ghosts that will not go

-- FunBob

 

[SuperMonkey]

Not mine, but it's one of my favorites:

The Tyger
by William Blake:


Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears :
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

[jaymes_e06]

Not mine but it's one of my favs also

Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day
Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life


It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want


They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for


There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness


Written by Nikki Giovanni

 

[SuperMonkey]

I May, I Might, I Must
by Marianne Moore:

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable,
I then will tell you why I think that I can get across it if I try.

 

[SuperMonkey]

Not mine but it's one of my favs also

Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day
Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life


It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want


They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for


There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness


Written by Nikki Giovanni

reminds me of one of mine,

A Special Kind of Crazy:

They have asked
The psychologists, the psychiatrists,
The thinkers, the stinkers,
What the hell is wrong with me
But I baffle them all,
As I eat my tasty rubber walls,
For I am
A special kind of crazy,
Sometimes working, sometimes lazy,
But always crazy, and always dreaming
Of terrorist butterflies,
And warrior panda bears,
Of purple seas
And stinky green gusts of cheese-flavored wind.
I am a special kind of crazy,
Full of thoughts and dreams
Of terrorist butterflies
And stinky green gusts of cheese-flavored wind,

And they haven't found a pill for me yet!

-- FunBob

 

[jaymes_e06]

That was really great.

 

[SuperMonkey]

Thanks.

-- FunBob

 

[SuperMonkey]

bump

 

[CaptainHaddock]

One I wrote


Buttons

Can you see them? Because they can see
you
And they are watching you now with their
button eyes
And they are rubbing their hands
Made of cloth
Together
There is a place they have
And it is dark here
And damp; mildew grows
Everywhere that you can put your hand
They like it here in their shadow kingdom
They like the wet and the heat
But their door is not locked anymore
And they let it in
The first crystals of snow froze them
In place
And if you visit them
Now
You will find them, perhaps
The same
Always watching and always
Seeing

 

[sniktsnakt]

I wrote this one a couple years ago.

So I'm not a poet. Shoot me.


Spring

I opened my eyes and stood to smell
The happy scent of spring, and the bell
Across the dark lake did strike twelve chimes,
Calling through the young air the times.
My skin was tender, my eyes sheeny-blue
My smile toothless like a babe anew.
Oh, the air was slightly colder.
I shivered, and She caught me by the shoulder.
Her voice was a whisper, like a hot bellow.
She said: “Oh, your poor old fellow
It is not spring at all, but fall.”
And that was when I heard the raven’s call.

 

[SuperMonkey]

nice stuff.

-- FunBob

 

[SuperMonkey]

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[SuperMonkey]

bump

-- FunBob

P.S.: Why do I kill threads?

WHY?

 

[jaymes_e06]

This is a poem that turned into a song that turned into a poem then turned into a song agian. yeah....

Enjoy anyway hehe

I will wait for You (Forever... if I have to)

Never new I knew How to, never felt the pound,

Never seen an angel, then you I found,

We were never meant to fall in love

But baby we, fell, hard,

Now your telling me your leaving, to find your way,

So I let you go now, Even though my hearts dieing inside,

Cause I don't want to be the reason, you never chased your dreams,

But I will wait... forever,

But I will wait... forever,

And I will wait for you, and I will stand here,

And I will wait for you, until the world caves in on me,

And I will sing for you, louder than any symphony,

And I will wait for you... forever if I have to,

Nobodies gonna make me feel, half like what you do,

So I might as well give up on love, because no one else is you,

I look at all the people, with their honeys,

And it depresses me

Cause I want you always, but I know you can't stay,

So I will wait... forever

I will wait... forever!

And I will wait for you, and I will stand here,

And I will wait for you, until the world caves in on me,

And I will scream for you, until my lungs bleed,

And I will wait for you, until you come my way again,

(over chorus)

(Til you come my way again)

Even if my momma tells me not to..

(Til you come my way again)

..even if God demands me..

(Til you come my way again)

..even if God strikes me down I will always love you!

Til the world caves in​

 

[The Riddler]

wrote this one up for a poetry class. it's actually based upon a curveball, specifically barry zito's curve.

i've since aptly titled it: "Zito's Curve"

Pulled back, violently snapped, then thrust forward
into the air, large and inviting, coaxing widened eyes
in anticipation: sunrise. It rises, hanging radiantly,
suspended in the air just long enough to suggest its
lined trajectory securely steady. Success seemingly
ensured, fingers tighten around the wooden club like
a snake around its rodent prey. Just as a bold stroke is
made, the sun, with sudden unexpected urgency, submits
to the mercy of cement gravity. As the expanding sea of
milky whiteness strands dark islanded pupils, muscles
tense and contract, pulling back—but too late—as
momentum carries limbs through the air, over and past
the intended target as the sun’s devastating dip lands
safely into the dark confines of leather
canvas, entirely without incident.
An almost perfect parabola,
sunrise to sunset,
without the
heat.