Poets

[Best u Can]

Crystal

 

A sparkling sheet on the counter

I Separate

a |ine

Another line

Breath

Each breathed the same way

Another breath

Each one enlightens - me

But over time my eyes get darker

So I look at your White Transparency

I expect some extrasensual moment

To clarify our reasons for being together

 

Sometimes it's the purest |ove

Or shattering rage

I don't know how you make me fee|

You - life and death -

At the end of the tunnel -

a Black hole

Another line

Blood trickles from my lips, and foam

An overdose-

-That is my spirit moved

I don't know how you make me feel

I just feel

So when I want that|

It happens again

Another line.

Your name is... 'Too MUCH'

'Not enough'

'ENOUGH'

Another line

It's so basic.

Crystal breaths

Like an inhaling of stars

An exhale of Black light

And then rage

My pulse, raped

By little clear Crystals

Another line

I've gone too far.

I want to live with you forever

In a vegetative state

With Black eyes

You will float in my head

Like Stars in the great expanse

Who are you -

I will write your name

On the walls of my room

So when I'm old, I won't forget

Your name

"Crystal"

"She is my wife of 60 years"

"I don't know how she makes me feel"

[Yellow Hill]

Nice

[Hangman522]

This is a song i wrote for my band, it needs to be recorded:

 

Giants

I was lying in bed,

when my father said,

that America's giants had fallen down.

 

So I called you then,

again and again,

but you never picked up the telephone,

 

I got into my car,

manhattan wasn't that far,

33 miles of open road,

 

I reached the bridge,

the world was as cold as a fridge,

No one knew what to say,

 

and the colors of the world turned gray,

the dust of the debris filled my lungs,

as I choked on smoke,

I Stumbled upon you,

and your stone gray face spoke true,

that you were never coming home again.

 

The lights are shining,

The lights are shining,

the lights are shining for you.

 

And then I wrote this for a girl:

The World's Greatest Painting

Do you see it?

I'm painting every year,

every day just to make things clear.

diamond skies and emerald oceans,

every little piece of the puzzle,

put them together and there you have it,

The world.

Coming apart at the seams,

cracking at the foundations,

falling right out of your hands.

and into the fire.

based on the imperfections of society,

and the flaws of humanity.

It's perfect.

[ManiG]

A little bit of Joy

A little bit of sorrow

Who knows whats going to happen tomorrow

 

A little bit of love

A little bit of hate

As she tries so hard to blame it on fate

 

A little bit of high

A little bit of low

I just dont understand why things are moving so slow

 

A little bit of black

A little bit of white

during the fight to find out what is right

 

A little bit of lies

A little bit of truth

Is this what they call the wonders of youth?

 

A little bit of light

A little bit of dark

while she tries so hard to re-create the spark.

[johnnycp17]

A little bit of Joy

A little bit of sorrow

Who knows whats going to happen tomorrow

 

A little bit of love

A little bit of hate

As she tries so hard to blame it on fate

 

A little bit of high

A little bit of low

I just dont understand why things are moving so slow

 

A little bit of black

A little bit of white

during the fight to find out what is right

 

A little bit of lies

A little bit of truth

Is this what they call the wonders of youth?

 

A little bit of light

A little bit of dark

while she tries so hard to re-create the spark.

 

Wow. That's really good. I love poems that have a recurring part like that one, it's very flowing and smooth. And it delivers a powerful message.:thumbsup:

[Thompson]

Heres something i wrote in bed the other night when i was pissed off..

 

 

I wish to start this thing with honesty,

I've never been a fan of Hypocrisy,

But this pressure's starting to get on top of me,

It's getting hard having so many enemies.

I've also never been one to apologise

Yes, i'll get right up in your face

and Yes I'll look straight into your twitching eyes

and comprimise for times I haven't been so wise,

reprise the lies I might have told

disguise the fact I aint no prize

I'm just the one who sighs and tries to figure out

why the skies aint grey

I think about that every day

But yeah I'll be talking shit

I don't mean any of it

cos why should I show you mercy

When you say shit about me

This isn't how it was supposed to be you know

This is not why I intended

When my vow of silence ended

But still I write a message

and Still I Raise the Flag of Truce

till the end I'll be outspoken,

Yes your all so fucking obtuse.

Yes your all a bunch of wannabes

Trapped in NME and Skinnie Jeans

You Don't Know what Frustration means

You Don't Know what Frustration is

You Couldn't feel it if you tried

You were fresh faced before you died

Now you all laugh, and you all drink

And you all think your fucking mint

Your everything that I am not

Thats why I love that I have Got

Someone to make me look so good

I wouldn't change it if I could,

I Should, but Fuck it, I don't care.

It makes no difference that your there.

You make no difference in this world

I'll go the distance in this World

Cos every Boy and Every Girl

Will Stand Connected, not Corrected

Listen to what's on my mind,

take the time to realise,

You haven't got what I have got,

Cos you're a Cunt

And I am Not.

 

 

ANGST! :cool:

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

great poems everyone :)

[Syn]

Piece of mind

 

Peace of mind…

all about

keeping the depressing elements out

filling your cup

with things that please you

 

but then…

’tis when you need it

when solutions there are none

in sight

when

peace of mind…

in itself

the solution to all work

or

the result it be

of all problems solved

 

or maybe

’tis how you look

how it`s enveloped

in the eye of the mind

always awake

awake in sleep

 

the mind

it’s always working

but what is work?

but all our worries

for what is play?

all that pleases us

 

paradise…

’tis not a mountain to climb

we’re all there

when mental faculties our

surrendered to play

driven by love we are

in pursuit of something beautiful

 

all you have to do you do

is sit, relax, rest your head

make yourself comfortable

let go

think of something that pleases you

peace of mind

it will slip over

like a mist

surround you with bliss

 

to work is duty

rest is what you deserve

the mind

it is made up of millions of thoughts

most devoted to work

most of the time

 

it’s when you’re in play

can be said that the mind is free

to look for happiness…

peace of mind

in duty

is what makes it so unbearable

a time and a place

for everything

 

happiness, it comes

from a piece of your mind

your heart

is when the eyes are closed

will you see it

see it play inside yourself

 

all that is lovely,

wonderful, beautiful

all is peace of mind

 

^ little free I wrote, peaceful morning

[dreamt_too_late]

I've read some great poems here and want to read more. I thought I'd share one of mine. I have a lot more, but I'll post them soon. Oh, and I hope it's not a bother that I am kind of bumping this old thread.

 

I haven't been writing for long at all. I have Coldplay to thank for getting me started. I use them for inspiration all of the time. :rolleyes: Hope you enjoy this poem/song.

 

In Your Direction:

 

I'm always looking for things that I can't find

Reaching for things I can't quite reach for

And every step I take forward

You take a step backwards

We never seem to be moving in the same direction

 

Draw me a map

To where you are

Give me some guidelines

Give me some answers

I have so many questions

 

I can't seem to find my way

I'm stuck here in a maze

Without a start or a finish

Please, lead me in your direction

Because I'm lost here on my own

 

Build me a ladder

That I may ascend

I'll be able to pick you out from all the rest

Because without you

I'm nothing on my own

 

I found all the signs that you put up

But, I can't seem to make out what they say

And these tracks you once left for me

Are now all wiped away

You shined the searchlights ever so bright

But, I never saw any color or a hint of light

 

Oh, help me find some sense of direction

Because wherever I go I only see my reflection

 

Build me a telescope

So, I can see the world the way you see it

So close and so clear

Maybe then I'll finally find my way out of here

Please, lead me in your direction

Because I'm still lost here on my own

[Best u Can]

Fusing body with earth

 

friendliness vaporized like dry ice in my hands

solid CO2 leaks on my frostbit hands

former friends chipped them pieces at a time

flaking off shiny particles of skin and bone,

hands now pointed like a faithful clock to 6 and 6

down

inner gears unkempt stick to the numbers

sub-zero air courses through my inner workings

these are my inspirations, always replacing real friendships

with distance,

with coldness,

with stale love,

with submission,

never.

saying words like, "I love you"

shared with thoughts like, "stop lying to me"

I crawl beneath the earth you walk on

I lay in crevices of rock, uncapitalized home

This is my Picture, one dimension,

a straight path, life to life, A to B

life to death, where frozen hearts fuse with soil

I crawl beneath the earth you walk on

where frozen hearts fuse with soil

my hands pour out there slowly

dissolving down like vapor pours up

we are far from death

we are very close to earth

I can hear your tapping footsteps

I sigh for all the fucking loneliness

I don't want you to love me anymore.

I don't want you to love me

anymore.

listen and understand

your love would hurt me more

I just want to hear your footsteps

tapping on the soil above me

where my physic has fused

where my blood has frozen to soil

and insects that devour my body see you

and love you

before they shatter like my hands.

[grids]

A little bit of Joy

A little bit of sorrow

Who knows whats going to happen tomorrow

 

A little bit of love

A little bit of hate

As she tries so hard to blame it on fate

 

A little bit of high

A little bit of low

I just dont understand why things are moving so slow

 

A little bit of black

A little bit of white

during the fight to find out what is right

 

A little bit of lies

A little bit of truth

Is this what they call the wonders of youth?

 

A little bit of light

A little bit of dark

while she tries so hard to re-create the spark.

 

:thumbsup:

[Pseudonym]

This one of those observation poems:

 

 

 

A pile, filled to sky

Cracked and shattered to its core

A plane, with endless space though cluttered now

Four legs stand on the floor

 

Walls that close but never open

A door cries on its hinge

The cold open window broken

The sad cat stands; a cringe

 

A rope to the heavens

The heavens above

Boxes of hope, lines of fate

And a single, lonesome glove

 

A green light shines

Never to turn red

A doorway, then a hallway

Lead me up to bed

 

 

I just wrote that on the spot based on things I saw in the room around me. I wonder if it's any good.

[noonsun]

I WANNA JOIN IN! :D

 

This is a poem I wrote for English and it's the ONLY one I'm proud of I've EVER written ever :wacko: tis very emo!!

 

Liars

 

When every single step you take

fills you up with pain

And you're always looking for a break

though y uknow you look in vain

And when every morning that you wake

dread seeps cold through your brain

When every grinning face you fake

is part of some sick refrain:

 

And through the fray, the disarray,

you make your way, day after day,

You hurry down the lane

With every single step you take, you leave a liar in your wake

and stifle your groans of pain.

 

The liars sneer as you walk by

hurrying so slowly, going nowhere far too fast,

you might be seperate from the lies they lie,

you keep away from their peering eye

but the rallying flag against them's drooping ever quicker to half-mast

the ones that fought against them are drifting back into the past

now there's no one standing with you and it looks like you're the last.

 

The schemers and liars all surround you

and the honest are so few!

"That's just the way it is" they say.

But it feels so wrong when every day

they try to get you to obey

you try to shoo them all away

but all they ever do is stay,

They're ruining this world with all their talk and cheating play

They're always trying to get you to talk their talk and walk their walk

and pray what they pray and say what they say, day after day after day after day

And there's nothing you can do, there's nothing left for me to say!

 

 

I hope people like it :sweatdrop:

[noonsun]

...nobody liked it :shame: also bump because I really hope somebody sees it and posts something.

[Gitta Rensolo]

ahhh I just found my old book with my poems...but unfortunately I threw them all away some months ago...hmm...so I wrote a new one...I don't know if anyone gets this..:wacky:

 

"Holy fucking godamn shit

Mind your expressions, girl!

 

Crisis, dying, climate change

Care about the world, Ms Ange

 

one, two, three, three, two, two, one

Rhythm, guys, rhythm, tack, tack, tack.

 

I'm gonna cook a meal,

"Messer, Gabel, Schere, Licht sind für kleine Kinder nicht."

 

RADIOHEAD???

It's Britney, bitch!

 

Not perfect. hahahahahhahahahaaaaa.

Nothing more important in this second.

 

even for her.

 

This second vanished in their minds,

 

but not in her's.

 

Intensive care,

is what they want to share.

 

They get the attention,

it ain't their invention.

 

 

 

 

 

Mind to help me?

Fuck you, bitch!

Hey, mind your expressions, girl!

wrong answer less intensive care.

 

Care of her with less intensive care."

 

 

 

 

 

Ok this is confusing...:uhoh:

[Best u Can]

"Holy fucking godamn shit

Mind your expressions, girl!

 

Crisis, dying, climate change

Care about the world, Ms Ange

 

one, two, three, three, two, two, one

Rhythm, guys, rhythm, tack, tack, tack.

 

I'm gonna cook a meal,

"Messer, Gabel, Schere, Licht sind für kleine Kinder nicht."

 

RADIOHEAD???

It's Britney, bitch!

 

Not perfect. hahahahahhahahahaaaaa.

Nothing more important in this second.

 

even for her.

 

This second vanished in their minds,

 

but not in her's.

 

Intensive care,

is what they want to share.

 

They get the attention,

it ain't their invention.

 

 

 

 

 

Mind to help me?

Fuck you, bitch!

Hey, mind your expressions, girl!

wrong answer less intensive care.

 

Care of her with less intensive care."

 

heh... this one made me lol.... I REALLY like it

 

Liars

 

When every single step you take

fills you up with pain

And you're always looking for a break

though y uknow you look in vain

And when every morning that you wake

dread seeps cold through your brain

When every grinning face you fake

is part of some sick refrain:

 

And through the fray, the disarray,

you make your way, day after day,

You hurry down the lane

With every single step you take, you leave a liar in your wake

and stifle your groans of pain.

 

The liars sneer as you walk by

hurrying so slowly, going nowhere far too fast,

you might be seperate from the lies they lie,

you keep away from their peering eye

but the rallying flag against them's drooping ever quicker to half-mast

the ones that fought against them are drifting back into the past

now there's no one standing with you and it looks like you're the last.

 

The schemers and liars all surround you

and the honest are so few!

"That's just the way it is" they say.

But it feels so wrong when every day

they try to get you to obey

you try to shoo them all away

but all they ever do is stay,

They're ruining this world with all their talk and cheating play

They're always trying to get you to talk their talk and walk their walk

and pray what they pray and say what they say, day after day after day after day

And there's nothing you can do, there's nothing left for me to say!

 

this is very good! You are especially good at keeping a rhythm and a real rhyme...

 

A pile, filled to sky

Cracked and shattered to its core

A plane, with endless space though cluttered now

Four legs stand on the floor

 

Walls that close but never open

A door cries on its hinge

The cold open window broken

The sad cat stands; a cringe

 

A rope to the heavens

The heavens above

Boxes of hope, lines of fate

And a single, lonesome glove

 

A green light shines

Never to turn red

A doorway, then a hallway

Lead me up to bed

 

wow man... you have a very descriptive language.... You can really expand this to make it more cognitive. You could make it meaningful with metaphors or something... I think you've already started this... you have a talent

[Yellow Hill]

I suck at writing poems in english .

[Best u Can]

I suck at writing poems in english .

 

if you write them in spanish, there are a lot of people who will read them :) I also like to try....

[Best u Can]

"I must apologize ahead of time to all the sweet ladies who collect trinkets and little animal figurines... I actually think they are cute... In fact, I will probably collect them in a kitchen one day, myself... I didn't really start out writing with the intention of criticizing you, freak."

 

They're too self-reflective.

 

like a room that is overly green.

 

Too many creature-eyes are staring at me.

 

These porcelain pigs and rabbits.

 

Beetles and chipmunks and cows.

 

Squirrels and sheep and...

 

you.

 

In what kind of world do frogs with hats

and shiny cats and naked babies

cohabitate?

Yours.

You truly are a freak.

You sweet

old

lady

.

Please don't cry.

I can't stand to bear the thought

of someone who closes their eyes and sees this world.

Is it torture for you?

You know...

It's really cute how much of a disaster you are.

But.

You should be locked in a cell.

 

If the world had its way, you would.

We are not laughing at you.

You scare us.

You are too super-non-political.

But clearly not apathetic,

because of your obvious obsessions,

your fantasies.

With flowers and creatures and gardens

and kittens and tea and dishes

and froofie dresses and...

younger men.

 

Whoops,

 

I made you blush.

 

Relax.

 

No one is out to get you.

 

Relax.

 

No one is out to get you.

 

Relax.

 

Just don't close your eyes.

 

Keep away from the absurd mind of your mind.

 

Go with the flow.

A different flow than you are in...

with a different clique...

Find some people who don't enjoy your world too much.

Take my advice.

Enjoy your life.

Become a "carpe diem" addict.

Just don't bury your face in make-up.

 

No more concentrating for you.

That mind is too deep and strange to fathom.

[strawberryswinger]

Mr. Syler

 

Hey Mr. Syler

How you see the world?

The rainbow is fading off

Fading off

It's not like the old times

When it rained and nobody cared

Where are we?

Where are we?

 

chorus

Cavaliers and kings, destroyed empires, hopes and fears

Secrets, unknown answers and foreigners that defend us

Where are we?

Where are we?

 

Hey Mr. Syler it's just

How you see the world

They are messing up the papers

It's not like the old times

when we knew the truth,

nobody cared of fooling us

Where are we?

 

chorus

You and I still there, in the middle of nowhere

You and I still here, waiting for the fog to dissapear.

 

What are we doing here?

We don't belong, we don't belong here.

Of course i'd like to sit and chat, to sit and chat.

But it's not like the old times, Mr Syler,

we're just not allowed, just not allowed.

It's the time to hide and to reckon

that we're not alive.

Yeah it's hard but we're

Swimming in a cup of tea.

Trapped in a cup of tea.

There's no hidden answer, give up.

 

 

 

 

 

a song, i've got the music but i'm not gonna sing it.:singer:

i'm spanish, so i can't think of weird words and complicated stuff.:(

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

i liked it edu :thumbsup:

don't worry for the "weird words" those will come up themselves.

[ivet]

I suck at writing poetry but this came to me last night so enjoy :tongue:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words

 

 

Your words,

They keep me around

It's not your voice

The one I've heard but once

Nor you touch

Which I've never felt

It's the way you tell me I'm B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.

Which makes me melt

 

It's not your company

You're never around

It's not the way you look at me

I've never looked into your eyes

It's every word you write

That makes me feel butterflies

 

You're a stranger

Far away

It's what you say

Not what you do

It's what we can't undo:

The feelings

Letting go

Don't go

STAY

[Best u Can]

The Drop

 

This drop

You were here

You were here

You were here

Bye Bye

So Tired

Body numb

Placed in Society

Solid spin

The Fan above Me speaks

The obsession you didn't have

That's why you left

That's why you left

That's why you left

It was the Fan

The numb

The spin

The fan

The no fun

Sigh

I do

The numb fan, so much louder

Consistent

Solid and Reliable

They come with a warranty

Society does not

 

This drop

took away the pain

the knowledge

the vision

the sight

the balance

this wine

took away the words

the grasp

the block

the light

and left me

with the guilt

 

This blood bath

Ingest

This light

Close it

This feeling

This feeling

This feeling

My Heart Beats

Stop it

 

The floor

Swallow my blood

Blend me

I have no more love

No more pain

No life

The numb is all

 

The floor

The "no"

Refusing for me

An answer, "no"

A word, "no"

A syllable, "no"

A breath, "no"

A voice says, "no"

It is no voice

 

A Question

For You a Question for You

Why did you murder me

Your beloved

Your accursed

Your muse

Your abused

Your light

Your light

I am your dead

I am your beloved Corpse

Amuse me, and I will play dead

tickle me, I will play dead

play with me, I will play dead

 

My breath is stale

A floating angel

A remissing possession

A perspiring hate

An interrupting calm

An unconditioning condition

The moon wind

Purified garbage

My words mean something

My breath speaks alone

With lines

For you to perceive

 

There is no more me

Reality is a stale air

a comforting nothingness

a dear blank

a sincere stare

an earthly lesson

i am cut off

Like a stream

With conscious being

Let me fall

Into a pond

[Gitta Rensolo]

I can't believe that I seriously wrote something again, because I felt it.

Before I wrote it I felt bad and disappointed, esp. by my best friend...before I wrote the last 2 sentences I got a message from my best-friend telling me that she is acting a bit strange, because they found out today that her mother maybe has cancer (her Dad died, because of it some years ago...)...I know I am one of the few people left for her...so, this poem is actually useless, I mean in the intention I actually wrote it.

 

 

FRIEND

 

6 connected letters

sitting in a row

Music's all that matters

they do enjoy the show.

This art is not all that matters

one sees the dresses

two puts on the actors the stresses

three enjoys a person there sleeping

four can't watch because of wheeping

five can't believe what she sees

and six is lost into the melodies.

 

They don't stop.

She drops

They are not connected,

just affected

They are all alone

from their skin to their bone

They can change everyday

no matter if F, R, I, E, N or D goes away.

 

Replaceable

affection

emotional

connection

 

Another connection comes along

now we see all this is wrong

 

R,I,F,E,D and N are nothing special anymore

'cause the two came along with their four.

Another six

give them their kicks!

 

 

Everything's messed up now

Especially their minds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There may be some mistakes...:uhoh:

[mikamay]

I'm not really a poet, but I wrote this for my friend a couple days ago and I ended up liking it:

 

 

 

we were listening to elvis

on the radio in the back of your room.

"you ain't nothing but a hound dog,

crying all the time."

except we were laughing.

we were bouncing on your bed,

the springs creaking with every jump

and the sheets twisting alongside our feet.

 

see, you are john and i am yoko

so we tumbled on the mattress

and wrestled

and protested.

"make love, not war!

make love, not war!

move love, not peace!"

and we banned

any frown pressed against the sheets.

 

the world might not like me

but i love you.

 

you are the king -

the king of pop with his arms stretched out.

i'm only a prince,

but i'm okay with that

because doves never cry

and you're always going to be my billie jean.

 

i screamed.

i shrieked because i am mama cass.

i am strong and confident and bigger

than the world.

like janis riding her mercedes benz.

the world open

into fields of strawberries

into rolando beach.

 

you turned the dial on the radio

and opened your eyes

to the mess we made.

i am only a small, skinny, girl

from texas.

 

and you are miles away.