Official Poetry Thread

[jdanton]

I did the very best I could,
but it was not sufficiently good.

So a tried a wee bit harder
But didn't get the least bit farder

Then I gave it all I had
but results still were bad

Always ends with wife me calling,
"Honey, your souffle is falling."

[Dianekkdi]

Not mine. From an airport bathroom stall:

Here I sit broken hearted
Came to pee,
My plane departed.

[DannyBoy]

You guys are posting some great stuff here. Wether witty, poigniant or Rhymey. Or all of the above, cool stuff indeed.

[Refuge51]

A short one from 2005


He said, I don't eat white rice.
I hurried to ask,
What if it were brown or black?

No rice to eat;
Not ever, he replied.
I drove the trucks
in Vietnam, he sighed.

Trucks with moldy carrots,
rotten potatoes and more.
Maggots swarmed there
in the eyes of potatoes,
and those of my comrades.

Maggots are rice,
and rice are maggots.
I don't eat white rice,
he softly cried.

[poetrychic]

kick ass!

here are some of the ones i wrote that have been published in the library of congress:

sadness composed

inside i scream,
so loud it is not heard . . .
the struggle of understanding,
condemned to be misunderstood;

abandoned, pitiful child,
lost in a vast world of possibility . . .
dreams drained,
a barrier of obstacles elude happiness;

wandering, wandering,
trying to find the way . . .
wondering, wondering,
if it will all be ok . . .


wrote this next one after a trip to nyc:

inside tears

poor, stumbling in search
of a soul for support -

the haggard little girl sits on a
stoop listening to the rage of the world...

the screams of pain and fear
make her heart race as she understands
death looms somewhere nearby -

she curls closer to the door,
just a shadow to passersby,
and reaches into herself for comfort,
trying desperately to save hope...


this one is my favourite:

behind my eyes


fragrant flowers bloom in the wild,
a sweet smell of jasmine fills the air,

the vastness of the valley consumes and
astounds the senses as the bright, radiant
sunlight warms the supple grasslings
in the meadow below . . .

i gaze longingly across the wonderous land,
searching, always searching for a path--

perhaps overgrown, crowded with weeds,
hidden in the shadow of life,
or one so trodden it speaks of weary
travelers that have since passed along
its storied trail-

so that i may find a place
to belong, where life will burst from its
cocoon and thrive, nourished by the richness
of love and compassion
that the dry, parched soul yearns for
in the challenge of its existence . . .

the title doesn't really fit though, most of my stuff is untitled until it goes for publication, the editors like to have something to attach to it

my all time favourite poem is robert frost's nothing gold can stay

nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold-

her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour-

so leaf subsides to leaf,
so eden sank to grief-

so dawn goes down today,
nothing gold can stay

sigh...it's so beautiful, compact yet bursting with symbolism and sadness

[serum114]

Sanctuary


My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.

Dorothy Parker

[DannyBoy]

Wrote this when I was 18 or 19 or so, which was a few years ago now. Turned it into a song but the poem sort of outlasted it really. Here we go...

As the bloodline has faded, so have the lies.
The last breath of our hero, brings tears to the child.
But the falling of Angels, will not rectify.
The damage been done, by the evil inside.
We constantly question, everything we are told.
But deep down inside, we know the truth, won't unfold.
But the hunger inside, to dig truth out from the lies.
Brings back memories, of all the evil inside.

Love, Love of the evil inside.
Pain, pain of the hunger to lie.
Hate, hate for the angels who fall.
And Joy, joy for the truths we do know.

Inspired to question, every single sour word.
Spewed from the mouths, of governments of the world.
Knowing the truth, but being bound not to say.
All the things that you see, that cause our whole world to break.
The final example of this greed tied to man, is the downing of those,
Who try to do what they can.
Those who try to right, all the many sad wrongs.
But get shot down instead, stood no chance all along.

Is there hope for the few, the growing number who see.
Those who see straight through you, those with whose words I agree.
Is there time for a change, time for change for the better.
Or is the final word yours ?.
Be this the end of our world forever ?...

Hey, I never said it made perfect sense

[DannyBoy]

Since nobody seemed to like that one I shall try another such is my resilliance in the face of adversity. RAAHHH!!!!

These are the lyrics from a song I haven't yet completed. Called Voodoo Signs. Might give someone a giggle or muffled mutter if nothing else haha.

Look at the birds flying in the sky
And ask yourself if theres a reason why
You play this game of life and death again
Do you appreciate the consequence ?.
Lashing out at those who try to help
The devils here so are you gonna sell ?
Your mortal soul to feed his evil scheme
Don't you see just what you mean to me ?.
Me, to me

(CHORUS)
I don't
try to be the same
You are
Driving me insane
Now I ask you to fly
Into the sky...

And theres nobody who can understand
The mental workings of your masterplan
What if it fails what will we do then ?
Do you appreciate the consequence ?.
Nightmarish visions deep within your soul
Im here to help you but you must let go
The voodoo charm it just might set you free
But you must see the sign infront of me
Me, of me

(CHORUS)

(BRIDGE)
Flying so high
Try to realize
All the reasons why
Voodoo Signs
Voodoo

(solo)

Pick up your swords and raise up your sheilds
retalliation on the battlefield
On the horizon I can see the sign
Voodoo magic is now yours and mine
We'll win this battle and we'll win this war
Even if it takes a century or more
Living and dying for what you believe
How can such life ever bring us peace
No, oh no

(CHORUS)

[chrisbb]

after the lightning accident
in & hyphen hyphen numeral numeral?

the quality fucking of the instrumental!
the lack
& spitting ass loose the ball gag
& san francisco sinks & too literally
notes added fiber under the & a slap in a coffee to cock
who called & who didn’t
everyone looks lonelier.

facing
to scatter ashes
rolling around in the fucking head
what kind of things count fuck;

it's not that easy,

out on the roof.
& on the office

[Comicsartist]

Originally Posted by chrisbb

after the lightning accident
in & hyphen hyphen numeral numeral?

the quality fucking of the instrumental!
the lack
& spitting ass loose the ball gag
& san francisco sinks & too literally
notes added fiber under the & a slap in a coffee to cock
who called & who didn’t
everyone looks lonelier.

facing
to scatter ashes
rolling around in the fucking head
what kind of things count fuck;

it's not that easy,

out on the roof.
& on the office

I feel like I've just been kicked in the head....

I mean, nice, Chrisbb