Need a break from all the debating and arguing? I know I do. I thought this place could use a little more artisic expression so if you have a poem you are proud of and want to share: post it here! I'm very sorry if this a repeat thread. I know that annoys some people. Bring on the poetry! Or if you draw pictures, heck, scan it and post that too if you so desire.

Bauhaus, your poem was great. Write some more.

10:21 P.M.

sweet dissapointement
i crave the weirdest things
and everything you left for me
fits fully in this ring
i don't know why it ever mattered
since i could see the end
i can't beileve i trusted you
as my closest friend
i guess i needed something wrong
something that i knew
could never happen as long as
you would be only you
unfolding i embraced the day
you addmitted a flaw
no that it's over i confess
it's the thing coming i never saw

Gem, none of us said we were GOOD. My **** isn't worth reading, and I'll admit that.

My ****

Enjoy.

Stop time, rewind, please
replay time after time
after time again, I need something to keep me in
from the outside, or out from the inside, I don't want
to be tongue-tied watching you cry, eyes filled
with tears and blurry like an unclear memory

of mine, so many faded memories
a faded forgiveness, I guess, so please
tell me you too remember these things that fill
me up, like a shattered champagne glass will, it's time
I let you go, I don't want
beauty in release, I want clarity in

knowing you're gone for good, I want peace in
loving you. You're a memory no matter how hard I try to say
otherwise, I don't
want
to lie to you, I'm sorry, so sorry, so please
don't let your forgiveness fade on me. Times
like these make it hard to believe that my days once began with a
light filled

up by your smile, which simply fills
me up with laughter, spilling. I've been in
such a dark depression, a time
of obsession with recent memories
building up inside my mind like an aneurysm, burst and bleed, I'm
begging,
please
please, I don't want

to go to sleep, knowing you can't wake up like me. And I've found
wanting
something amounts to nothing, and I'm filled
to the brim with false hopes and dreams. Oh, please
stop preaching God to me, I can't find peace in
what I don't believe. So take these memories
keep them safe, and give me something I can hold onto this time.

This time? No, it doesn't exist, "this time"
this time, this time is fine, I'm fine, and I want
to move on. Memories
find life in the living, filling
me up with a reason for spilling my soul in
a million words that mean nothing to no one except for me. Give me
strength to
move on, please.

I don't want to watch you cry, eyes filled
with tears, blurry like an unclear memory, stop time
rewind, please and replay old times, please, and fill me up inside.

~He walks upon my shattered ground~
~Steps so close to where I stand~
~Everytime he laughs or makes a sound~
~I wish I was right beside him, holding his hand~
~Some may know just how I feel~
~But some couldn't tell if it was fake or real~
~I wonder if he knows what I am feeling~
~This tense life is only defeating~
~My only chance to regain~
~My happiness and confidence again~
~Maybe for once i could find out~
~If this is a true love or just a doubt~

Hey I'm a poet...Just started...Here are a few of mine...
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Love

Shattered heart, scattered dreams;
All those things which once had wings.
Crashing, slamming to the ground,
All my life is just laying around.

Truth and lies are intertwined.
It seems that if you love you'll find,
What your "crush" is really feeling;
They play you when what you need is healing.
Seal your fate and close your heart's door,
It seems like no one cares anymore.

What do you do when your heart is bleeding?
Hurting, crying, and you are needing
Someone to trust, someone with which to share,
Someone who cares, someone who's there?
What do you do when you need someone to help you?
Someone to listen and someone to heal you?

You LOVE
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Wastebasket

Sometimes I feel like a wastebasket,
Completely isolated from my friends.
Everyone uses it but no one really wants it around.

Harsh words are like trash.
They fill up a wastebasket quickly,
And sometimes overflow.

When people finally realize they need to "take out the trash"
And ask forgiveness,
The damage is already done.
The basket can never be as clean as it used to be,
Even after wash after wash.
The residue of the harsh words are never fully gone.
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Friend

Someone who cares about who you are,
And not what you look like;

Someone who cares about your feelings,
And not how you dress;

Someone who is there when you need them,
Not just when you have something for them;

Someone who will cry with you,
And not laugh at you;

Someone who will give you Godly advice,
And not secular wisdom;

Someone who looks to God for advice,
Instead of Hollywood;

Someone who loves God,
And not everything else;

Someone who will always be there to talk to;

This person has a special name: Friend.
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Life or Death

I lived a very easy life,
Some of you might say.
Getting up late, schooling at home,
I almost always got an A.

I had the loving family,
And the friends that really cared.
But to how I really felt inside,
All were unawares.
School and stuff was weighing me down,
And really pressuring me.
Not to mention living up
To the expectations of what I was to be.
I lived in a fishbowl
Where all thought they could see me.
But what everyone didn't know,
Is what they did NOT see.
I seemed to have it all together,
I seemed to have the life.
But deep inside, I couldn't handle it,
My soul was full of strife.

Soon I began cutting and planning ways to die.
Ev'ry time I drew blood,
I felt like I could fly.
But soon the excitement wore off,
And I had to find a way,
To drown all my sorrows
Before I had to pay.

I told my friend I couldn't live,
That I was prepared to die.
She couldn't believe what I was saying,
She wanted to know why.
I told her that among other things
I always lied to save my hide;
So I was ready to end it all
And just commit suicide.

She told me not to do it,
There was another way.
God loved me and didn't want
Me to ever die that way.
She quoted me some scripture
And we had a real long talk.
Hours did go by,
And still onward did we walk.
She said, "I can't stop you,
But you have a choice to make.
Live your life for God,
Or with that knife your's take."

She gave me a choice, Life or Death
Which really must be made.
I made the choice, I chose to live
And foundations have I laid
To help the teens like me who have to choose,
What shall it be? Life or Death?
Ask yourself, do you really want to kill yourself? Do you really want to LOSE?
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Actually that is all the poetry I've written...If you like it send me a wire at webmaster@riveroflifecog.com

he makes me smell him

among the faceless
deodorized
masses on
the streetcar
i sit
inhaling
the
trash bag stuff
squeezed between
his
knees
the stink
that doesn't
care
that residentially
challenged
unwashed
a**
smell that is
a prophecy
of fallen
empires


better gem?

Some of you self-proclaimed poets need to stay consistent in your writing. And try to make it less blasé. Seriously. I'd rather bang my head against a concrete wall than read some of this poetry, which was obviously thrown together with no thought and/or aptitude whatsoever.

Here's two of mine but their not excellent, and not everything rhymes but no one said it had to. Tell me what ya think, if you want, at Jacqualine08@aol.com

She's Gone Now
I'd never thought she'd leave
until she was of age
over 83.
She left some how
but I'm still unsure
of why she had to leave at 21
it seems so absurd.
She left me with her crying family
but she also took her unborn baby.
I know I'll see her soon
and she'll be standing in front of me at noon
instead of being put into a tomb.
But i don't no if i can wait
for the day she left her family's side
April 4th 2004 many will hate.
Yes, yes she'll grow further and further away
with every passing day
but my cousin she will always remain.

Life and Time
Life goes on fast and slow
And we think we know
Everything there is to know
But sumtimes it dosent show.
Life goes by so fast sometimes
That we run out of time
to really unwind.
And sumtimes to goes by so slow
That the show wont go.
Life wont go on forever
But sometimes it seems like we will never wether,
Wether into the ground forever.
Life is simple and life is slow
But stay forever we will never no.
So as we wait by the sidelines of time
And wonder when time will have gone by
We ask ourselves "What will life be like without the hands of time?"

my poetry

Well... Allpoetry is a great site for poets. Here's my stuff if you want to read...

Stupidity, is this really a repeat thread? I didn't know that. (ponders) There's not much demand for poetry, you know, so they don't really last..

Don't use
Shampoo
Demand
The real
Poo

Go Spud!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You smell like poo
I'm going to buy you some shampoo
And maybe some soap
On a rope
You are a dope
And I'm the pope
You need to shower
To smell like flowers
Unless you like to stink
Then I will draw on you with ink
Then it wont come off
Because you won't shower
Because you don't want to smell like flowers
Because you are a dope
And I'm the pope

Post something again
It makes stupidity mad
No one else will care

waa.. i dunno how 2 write poetry....

I got a few, as soon as I find them. I've recorded some so I'll use them first. Then when I run out, I'll come up with fresh ones.

quote:

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I like to write poetry, even if some people think its dorky. I'm published by Nobel House Publishers and I'm in Best Poems and Poets of 2000, 2001, 2002, and 2003.

Poetry is fun because you can show your emotions.

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So am i... its pretty much open to everyone.

I like to write poetry, even if some people think its dorky. I'm published by Nobel House Publishers and I'm in Best Poems and Poets of 2000, 2001, 2002, and 2003.

Poetry is fun because you can show your emotions.

Used to be. Lost my muse (depression)