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Poetry--post your works

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by Forty, Jan 21, 2002.

  1. Forty

    Forty New Jack

    Joined: Jan 19, 2002 Messages: 11 Likes Received: 0
    My World

    Dirty fingernails
    & the smell of ashtrays.
    Big-boned old ladies carrying brooms
    have come to sweep it all under the carpet,
    out of sight & not to be seen.
    Kept hidden even from the
    moldy coffee cups that litter the
    surface of everything in this place.
    We have cheap paint
    & the constant sound of buzzing,
    but the rooms keep getting smaller.
    The closet with drity clothes tossed in front
    I think is an entrance
    to somewhere I don't want to go.
    A place full of refrigerators
    with broken freezer doors.
    I can hear the people outside the window.
    Their mouths saying more
    than the minds would have liked.
    I can taste the words they've let slip.


    Well what do ya think?
    love it
    hate it
    but post your own!
  2. -Rage-

    -Rage- 12oz Loyalist

    Joined: Apr 12, 2001 Messages: 11,276 Likes Received: 70
    Damn I was thinking of starting a thread like this soon...give me an hour and I'll find mine.
  3. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,277 Likes Received: 235
  4. hipnos

    hipnos Guest

    HAIKU TIME!!!!

    i wish i could be
    oh so smart, as seeking is
    then i'd rape swans too.
  5. Harpo Marx

    Harpo Marx Senior Member

    Joined: Feb 7, 2001 Messages: 1,525 Likes Received: 3
    drag this lake
    looking for corpses
    dusting for prints
    pry up the floorboards
    pieces of plane
    and blackbox recorders
    dont lie

    and ive been procupied
    with these six six senses
    that sense DNA
    on barbed wire fences
  6. graffsurgeon

    graffsurgeon Banned

    Joined: Dec 20, 2001 Messages: 1,500 Likes Received: 0
    if poem(z) are gay..what is music?
  7. -Rage-

    -Rage- 12oz Loyalist

    Joined: Apr 12, 2001 Messages: 11,276 Likes Received: 70
    I'll say this bluntly....Fuck you.

    One of my "poemz"
    My Crime

    It's cold.
    The luminescent glow of the moon reflects off the endless tracks.
    I follow them as if I were being lead by hand to an unforeseen treasure.
    I am unaware of the time.
    It must be past two.

    I approach the giant metal beast.
    I am taken aback.
    As I exhale the soft waves of cold breath swirl around my face.
    I am ready.

    I place my bag onto the ground and withdraw my first weapon.
    The first few blows to the metal beast are tremendous.
    With every hit, the beast is being destructed.
    The beast is taking on new form.
    My second weapon follows, along with the third, forth and fifth.
    Each more different than the other, but still as effective.

    The beast has been defeated.
    Its change is now visible to all.

    I am a graffiti artist.
    This is my crime.
  8. bug

    bug Guest

    god rage, are you trying to disprove seeking with THAT? it only confirms his statement. i appreciate good poetry, not shit dripping with cheese........
  9. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,277 Likes Received: 235
    someday god will make people that get sarcasm.
  10. -Rage-

    -Rage- 12oz Loyalist

    Joined: Apr 12, 2001 Messages: 11,276 Likes Received: 70
    the correct word placement would be:

    "Someday God will make people that UNDERSTAND sarcasm."

    One more:

    I hate you.
    I love you.
    I speak of you.

    I don’t truly love anything.
    I don’t truly hate anything.
    How do I even know if I speak truly?

    These words flow out of my mouth.
    They slither unsubstantially through the air,
    Ever soon besetting upon your recollection.
    Your recollection of these words.

    A match is struck and the fire in your subconscious is set.
    Your memory of love.
    Your memory of hate.
    My memory of love.
    My memory of hate.

    The blaze in my mind has been stamped out.
    By you.
    Washed away in a river of tears.

    I hope you drown in that river.
  11. hipnos

    hipnos Guest

    oh my bleeding foot
    i lost it doing dishes
    no more will i dance
  12. bug

    bug Guest

    okay i lose...was rage being sarcastic with the poem, or was seeking being sarcastic? ooh, this hurts, i'm usually the one being misunderstood for my sarcasm.
  13. A Fire Inside

    A Fire Inside Senior Member

    Joined: Sep 5, 2001 Messages: 1,836 Likes Received: 0
    Eh, I'm not a big fan of sharing poetry with others, mostly cause I don't write it for anyone but me. I'll give it a try though...

    This one is like a year and a half old...

    In the darkness I sit and lie
    Wide awake all through the night
    Nothing else to do but cry
    and ponder, wonder and try to forget why

    Why you did this to me, why
    Why you left me to suffer, why
    Why you told me you'd be back with help
    As you ran into the fading sun
    Clouds rolled in and thunder shouts

    I pondered on my fear of the dark
    and how I was never afraid until that night
    Wondered why you'd run away
    and leave me to this pain
    I tried to forget everything
    But it hurt too much

    The blood ran cold
    The cut so deep
    How did you expect me to rest and sleep?

    In the early hours of the morning as the sun rose
    The clouds moved on and the rain dried up
    I saw you coming from afar
    I wondered where you went and how far
    For hours passed, it seemed forever
    But you came back, just as you said

    And with the last fatal blow
    You said you couldn't help
    This is my fault
    My problem and I'd have to find my own solution.
    I sat and prayed throughout the day
    Visions of a new revolution
    The truth is I was living in seclusion

    To open up and let you in
    It took so much from me
    But you couldn't see
    This was so hard
    This was too much

    And now I lay awake as night falls
    The shadows cast from street lamps above
    and I wonder if heaven knows...
    Knows if I will survive.
  14. Forty

    Forty New Jack

    Joined: Jan 19, 2002 Messages: 11 Likes Received: 0
  15. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,277 Likes Received: 235
    i was being sarcastic, rage, unfortunitly, was being serious...

    not that im criticising anyones poems, because im not, but i found that the day i realized i didnt give a fuck about making things rhyme, it was like a whole new world opend up for me. very few 'good' poems rhyme, because its just such a limiting format (dante's inferno being the exception)