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Snowdrop | 23-06-2003 12:42
hey wow... that's so great, really!!!!
please put some other ones in here!!!!!!
look, many many smiley's that are waiting for another one of your poems!!!!
please put some other ones in here!!!!!!
look, many many smiley's that are waiting for another one of your poems!!!!
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 12:46
hmmmmm, these are all so very good.... I thought I was alright at poetry, but nevermind now... Dekar there just kicks some poet ass, and same with the rest of you.... im not gonna waste my time posting a poem
Dekar | 23-06-2003 12:49
Well the bathroom is currently occupied, so I can throw out another one before I get a chance to get in there. lol
----------My Day Off----------
Good morning, good morning
It's time to rise and shine
Time to awaken from my slumber
Time to raise this head of mine
Time to turn off the alarm
Time to step into the shower
Time to read the newspaper
For informational power
Time to take my vitamins
Time to make some food
Time to put on some clothes
And not walk around in the nude
Time to do something useful
Time to get the job done
Time to stop acting retarded
Time to stop having fun
Time to grow up
And take responsibility
Time to be a man
Time to be the real me
Time to go out into the world
Time to make myself known
Time to show them who I am
Time to show them how I've grown
Time to make my mark on the planet
Time to leave my legacy behind
Time to use my most powerful weapon
Time to use my mind
Time to stop being so weak
And to raise my groggy head
Time to......oh fuck it
I'm going back to bed
----------My Day Off----------
Good morning, good morning
It's time to rise and shine
Time to awaken from my slumber
Time to raise this head of mine
Time to turn off the alarm
Time to step into the shower
Time to read the newspaper
For informational power
Time to take my vitamins
Time to make some food
Time to put on some clothes
And not walk around in the nude
Time to do something useful
Time to get the job done
Time to stop acting retarded
Time to stop having fun
Time to grow up
And take responsibility
Time to be a man
Time to be the real me
Time to go out into the world
Time to make myself known
Time to show them who I am
Time to show them how I've grown
Time to make my mark on the planet
Time to leave my legacy behind
Time to use my most powerful weapon
Time to use my mind
Time to stop being so weak
And to raise my groggy head
Time to......oh fuck it
I'm going back to bed
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 12:50
of course you are!
You have nothin' to be ashamed of, c'mon.
If you want to read our poems we want to read yours too!
here, have some of the smilys karin gave me (hope you approve snowdrop, Crazy seems to need it more than I do)
so here- and a special from me!
You have nothin' to be ashamed of, c'mon.
If you want to read our poems we want to read yours too!
here, have some of the smilys karin gave me (hope you approve snowdrop, Crazy seems to need it more than I do)
so here- and a special from me!
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 12:52
*begins to cry* that was wonderful Dekar... lol
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 12:53
thnx guinness, well i got to and find one of my poems in my room then type it in... so it'll be like 10mins
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 12:55
obviusly I ment to post that last post of mine before Dek's poem (a charming one may I add)
and it was ment to Crazy.
and it was ment to Crazy.
Snowdrop | 23-06-2003 12:58
lol Dekar!!! you're so very talented (and this is NOT ironic!!!!!)
it's so great to read all your poems, mine are so depressing all the time... that's stupid!!!
oh and no, of course I didn't mind that you gave my smileys away... *whipes a tear away*
it's so great to read all your poems, mine are so depressing all the time... that's stupid!!!
oh and no, of course I didn't mind that you gave my smileys away... *whipes a tear away*
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 13:01
ok, this is the poem I wrote about and gave to my bestfreind who was moving away
Bestfriend's should never lose eachother
But still you go away
I'm gonna stay in the side the right now
I'm not fit to go out today
I'll miss when you leave here
This stupid crumby town
Just remember that we'll be friends forever
If you ever start to frown
Why things happen the way they do
I'll never understand
If I could I would go change it
But I'm not a big enough man
You've changed my life in so many ways
You've changed mebeyond belief
I'll never have another friend like you
Because your the coral to my reef
Bestfriend's should never lose eachother
But still you go away
I'm gonna stay in the side the right now
I'm not fit to go out today
I'll miss when you leave here
This stupid crumby town
Just remember that we'll be friends forever
If you ever start to frown
Why things happen the way they do
I'll never understand
If I could I would go change it
But I'm not a big enough man
You've changed my life in so many ways
You've changed mebeyond belief
I'll never have another friend like you
Because your the coral to my reef
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 13:09
I know I would be glad to get a poem like that from my friends.
Hope he/she appriciated your poem 'cause it's very good.
Hope he/she appriciated your poem 'cause it's very good.
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 13:10
thanx guiness.... it does mean alot to get good comments from ppl
Snowdrop | 23-06-2003 13:20
yeah, crazy... that's really beautiful!!!
I just gotta ask you all a question... do you think that poems have to rhym, or is this not important at all?
I just gotta ask you all a question... do you think that poems have to rhym, or is this not important at all?
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 13:21
i wanna read more poems
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 13:22
it isnt important, whats important is that it means something to you.. if it doesnt... then the poem isnt worth much
Snowdrop | 23-06-2003 13:24
yeah, that's just what I think!!!!
Hhm... I'd have some other poems, but they're all nonsense... though they do mean a lot to me... but they're all completely wrong English I guess
Hhm... I'd have some other poems, but they're all nonsense... though they do mean a lot to me... but they're all completely wrong English I guess
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 13:26
well, i want ppl to post more poems because i love poetry.... so please keep posting and im outa here.... finally maybe ill get a life and leave the forum for a while *walks away and begins to cry because of missing his computer*
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 13:27
O course they don't have to ryhm! I almost never write with rhyms. sure, if you could use a ryh, that doesn't damage your structure and what you wan't to say than it's all good, but you shouldn't be limit yourself just because you can't find the right ryhm.
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 16:17
remember when i said you don't have to post your own poems?
so here's one by my fav. poet. his name is Dan Pagis. he's Israeli and wrote in hebrew so my translation may not reflect how amazing he really is.
well, this is one of his best, and I would like to dedecate it to all you "love-sick" ppl:
Forty degrees
----------------
to forget you for one night: a brief
nap from a fever.
to forget, to sink.
but only a fake healing this is.
at dawn, once again
the infected blood attack.
forgetting you is the slight shake
between the shiver for you
and the shiver for you.
so here's one by my fav. poet. his name is Dan Pagis. he's Israeli and wrote in hebrew so my translation may not reflect how amazing he really is.
well, this is one of his best, and I would like to dedecate it to all you "love-sick" ppl:
Forty degrees
----------------
to forget you for one night: a brief
nap from a fever.
to forget, to sink.
but only a fake healing this is.
at dawn, once again
the infected blood attack.
forgetting you is the slight shake
between the shiver for you
and the shiver for you.
Rufio | 23-06-2003 16:55
heres one from 2pac...
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
blue_ice_dragon | 23-06-2003 17:04
i one this for mybrother for he doesnt know the truth aout hes pet budgie......s
------my brothers budgie-------
i saved a budgie from a next door neibour
he became my brothers
until it flew in to the toaster
so it went to the "budgie farm"
to visit the "budgie barn"
to make some a friend we told him
so he came back with a friend
who turned out to be a fiend
her name was marbles
and i think she lost them
she was most definatly a fiend
i wish i relised my brother budgie
who was trained to ride a buggy
was having prblems with his wife
who was holding a knife
marbles was succesful
ozzy (the budgies name) was ungreatful
he lived for 4 months
instead of 120
this time he comefrom the vet
and do you want to bet
that this time its a she
and not a he
but dont tell my brother
marbles doesnt have any one to pick on
because "ozzyna"(lol) is bigger and older
"dont pick on me " she says
"or youll end up in a early grave"
and marbles backs ofin a strop
thats it for now
who can tell the future how
what will happen next
write to me in a text
thats it for now
oh no guess whats happened now...
ok so it a bit over exagranted but oh well so what you think?
------my brothers budgie-------
i saved a budgie from a next door neibour
he became my brothers
until it flew in to the toaster
so it went to the "budgie farm"
to visit the "budgie barn"
to make some a friend we told him
so he came back with a friend
who turned out to be a fiend
her name was marbles
and i think she lost them
she was most definatly a fiend
i wish i relised my brother budgie
who was trained to ride a buggy
was having prblems with his wife
who was holding a knife
marbles was succesful
ozzy (the budgies name) was ungreatful
he lived for 4 months
instead of 120
this time he comefrom the vet
and do you want to bet
that this time its a she
and not a he
but dont tell my brother
marbles doesnt have any one to pick on
because "ozzyna"(lol) is bigger and older
"dont pick on me " she says
"or youll end up in a early grave"
and marbles backs ofin a strop
thats it for now
who can tell the future how
what will happen next
write to me in a text
thats it for now
oh no guess whats happened now...
ok so it a bit over exagranted but oh well so what you think?
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 18:59
i vote interesting
Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 20:53
Defenetly a complexed mind...
liked it though
liked it though
cRaZy_T | 23-06-2003 21:37
yupp, most poetry is awesome
cheech | 23-06-2003 21:57
ok im bord
this one is also on my website its called fight
I turn my head
And look to the floor
You yell and scream just like before
The same old words
I've always heard
This fight won't stop
I have learned
You scream of brother
And of me
You're killing the family
Don't you see
Fights so heated
The glasses shatter
And to you it
Doesn't matter
You take your drink
And drive away
You hurt my mom
Just like the old days
I hate you so much
I can't stand your face
Please never come back
To this place
peace
cheech
this one is also on my website its called fight
I turn my head
And look to the floor
You yell and scream just like before
The same old words
I've always heard
This fight won't stop
I have learned
You scream of brother
And of me
You're killing the family
Don't you see
Fights so heated
The glasses shatter
And to you it
Doesn't matter
You take your drink
And drive away
You hurt my mom
Just like the old days
I hate you so much
I can't stand your face
Please never come back
To this place
peace
cheech
gorchitsa | 23-06-2003 22:34
*clears throat and stands on a small stage in a empty and dark little cafe on the back streets of downtown NY*
*Ugh......what scary people*
*clears throat once more*
" I'd like to recite this poem....that has become so dear to me over the years.....
Roses are red
Violets are blue........"
*SMACK!* (I get hit in the head with a tomato)
"Please you lovely people....let me go on.....
Roses are red....
Violets are......."
"OUTCH! Hey...what the big idea?"
*tons of veggies are now being thrown at me....uncontrolably!*
*I run out of the cafe onto that dark little street still screaming my poem...*
"ROSES ARRRREEE RRRREEEEEDDDD! VIIIOOOLLLLETTTTTSSSSSS AAAAAARRRREEE......"
*SMACK!*
"okay......I give up........some artist just are not appreciated
*Ugh......what scary people*
*clears throat once more*
" I'd like to recite this poem....that has become so dear to me over the years.....
Roses are red
Violets are blue........"
*SMACK!* (I get hit in the head with a tomato)
"Please you lovely people....let me go on.....
Roses are red....
Violets are......."
"OUTCH! Hey...what the big idea?"
*tons of veggies are now being thrown at me....uncontrolably!*
*I run out of the cafe onto that dark little street still screaming my poem...*
"ROSES ARRRREEE RRRREEEEEDDDD! VIIIOOOLLLLETTTTTSSSSSS AAAAAARRRREEE......"
*SMACK!*
"okay......I give up........some artist just are not appreciated
guest
Read more:
I don't know if ther's already a thread about this, but I know you all are very creative and artistic, and I know some of you write poems.
Well, basicly her's where you post your poems (or someone else's) and hope your friends could give you comments about them.
I'll srart then. This is a poem I wrote a while ago and I really wanted to shear it with someone. I had to translate it from hebrew though, so it might not sound as good.
Self Portrait
--------------
You,
look in the miror
you see you didn't shave this morning, you
see the eyes
that refuses to open.
a dream is forgotten
something inside of you tells you
to look at you again.
a coulpe of hopes you once had,
drown with the teeth-brushing water
making it's way in the sewage's maze.
You stop watching.
after all, you
know what your face look like.
you know each wrinkle and each scar
and you can tell the story of
each one and one.
the thoughts are running within you
and you
shake them, wipe them, depart of them.
You are alive.
nothing more.