Poem Thread

[TalkisCheap]

Finally people that post good poems I'll post more in a few minutes

ryan, yours are like...yeah. i like them.

 

[pansQT]

^^^

 

[TalkisCheap]

A flower loses its petals
As a child recites
"He loves me, He loves me not"

A flower loses its petals
As a woman recites
"He loves me, He loves me not"

A flower loses its petals
As it dies atop a tombstone reading
"He loved me not"

 

[carbur]

can you hear me sighlently walking
can you hear me sighlently rocking
can you see me right next to you
can you see me here be side you?

 

[Roxter79]

this isn't mine, but it's one of the most beautiful poems ever written

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly



That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

 

[ann-e-mator]

I like that poem Roxter....

Here's one I wrote for my ex-boyfriend after we broke up

Loving you is like...

Stitches in a world full of scrapes.
A hurricane in a world full of drizzles.
A fire in a world full of smoke.
A pit bull in a world full of poodles.
A lion in a world full of kittens.
Darkness in a world full of light.
A machine gun in a world full of water guns.
An ocean in a world full of puddles.
Amputation in a world full of paper cuts.
Tears in a world full of smiles.

 

[TheBellhop]

Wow, Sam, that was a beautiful one! ann-e-mator, I understand what you mean in your poem, I like all the metaphors.

Here's another of mine...

FAKE
I love it. Your ego is so beautiful.You're one of the pretty folk now.
I love how you're so fake. You're a little kitten and the zipper
on your lion suit is getting pretty damn loose. I laugh behind
your back. You're a nobody now. You're a living corpse. You're
not you. You're an empty bottle labled promise. You laugh in
my face because you're told to. I spit in your face because I
want to. You're a fake. You're Sleeping Ugly and you won't wake up.
YOU ARE FAKE.


It's Not Raining.
The weather was supposed to be rainy. I'm angry because I love rain.

The weatherman is the one to blame today. Nobody to blame but him.

It's not raining. I love puddles. Remnants of the past stuck in a ditch.

There is nothing better than the smell of rain. Some people think I'm

weird because of this. To me, a wiggling worm is better than a hopping

rabbit. It's not raining. The flowers are going to die soon. We haven't

had rain for 15 days. I look outside hoping for a midday shower. It's

so bright out, not rain weather. It's not raining.---------------------

 

[Roxter79]

Wow Ryan that was beautiful :]

You laugh in
my face because you're told to. I spit in your face because I
want to.

was my favourite part :]



you can call me Sam. I got that poem out of one of my favourite books, 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'


I like your poem too ann-e-mator

 

[ann-e-mator]

Thanks I like your poem Bellhop

 

[Roxter79]

When it's not raining outside,
it's pouring inside.
This room full of people is so loud with noise,
but no can hear me scream.
I love what you do to me,
but can you please listen to me yell?

 

[Roxter79]

i remember the look of the sky and the exact color. i remember you thinking in geometric shapes and patterns. we're like stupid rats in mazes that can't find their way out and you are the scientist who tries to uncover our thoughts.

 

[TheBellhop]

Sam your lines of poetry always manage to get me. Good job!


She doesn't know who owned the jacket originally. Nobody claimed it after a party, and she figured it looked good on her.

It says KISS, and she does not like to kiss. People, men and women, have told her that she is beautiful, and she has no idea what they mean. When she looks in the mirror she does not see beauty looking back at her. Only her face.

She does not read, watch TV, or make love. She listens to music. She goes places with her friends. She rides rollercoasters but never screams when they plummet or twist and upside down.

If you told her the jacket was yours she'd just shrug and give it back to you. It's not like she cares, not one way or the other.

-- written by Neil Gaiman

This is one of my favorites.

Another one:

Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true.

She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with a daughter and a grand-daughter. She keeps herself to herself and smiles rarely, as if the weight of memory keeps her from finding joy.

Or that's a lie. Actually the Gestapo picked her up during a border crossing in 1943, and they left her in a meadow. First she dug her own grave, then a single bullet to the back of the skull.

Her last thought, before that bullet, was that she was four months' pregnant, and that if we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

There is an old woman in Miami who wakes, confused, from a dream of the wind blowing the wildflowers in a meadow.

There are bones untouched beneath the warm French earth which dream of a daughter's wedding. Good wine is drunk. The only tears shed are happy ones.

-- written by Neil Gaiman

 

[Roxter79]

Sam your lines of poetry always manage to get me. Good job!

Aww thank you :]

 

[liplocked murder]

we were so amazing that day
but you love another
but we have such a spark
I love you

 

[xlRacerXlx]

All alone, do know what its like?
when your just there with nothing beside you
in the middle of the night
but you are strong, altough you think about and you might,
you know someone cares about so you don't, you keep up the fight

but you get tired
especially when your fired down
by the most pathetic of clowns
who are determined to put a frown
on your face, but you are strong
you keep trying to carry on...

now the time came that you cant
and you write that letter 2 your parents
saying "thx for all the time you spent,
but it was all wasted for the current of life
carried me away
and as you stare and watch me sway
from that tree
you're sad faces that id hate to see
and you cry, becuz you couldbt be
know that must have been the real me...








yea that sucked... but w/e lol