wow this hasnt had a new post in ages someone say something sheesh!

You deforested the woodland in my soul.
You freeze the blood in my veins.
You tangled me in a web of eturnal antipathy.
Reality is winding before my vision.
A bird hatches from an egg then chirps.
But before my eyes it is consumed into the dark world.
The dreamweavers of nightmares.
The artisans beatific realm is destroyed.
When will you disemerge from your state of neutrality?

Just found this club, cool, never knew there was a club for just poetry. Although, how can you expect to get better in your poems if you can't get any criticism for them? Anyway;

Despite the darkness
You shine like a star

Despite the separation,
You connect with me

Despite the others,
You are patient

Despite the obstacles,
You avoid them

Despite the crowd,
You stand out

Despite my nervousness,
You relax me

Despite the gossip,
You know the real story

Despite my mistakes,
You stayed calm

Despite life,
You are the center
Of mine.

Hey, peoplezorz. Let me share with you a limerick I wrote a few months ago. I just found this club and thought this might fight just right. It a bit dirtay, so watch out!

The Story of The Lunar Elf Named Joe: An Epic Limerick

I may write a whole book some day
Let's hope it's before I decay
But it takes time to do
And between me and you
I think reading is totally gay

There's a story that I want to tell
(And I know that I'm going to Hell)
But when you are done
You'll have had some fun
That last line was awkward. Oh well.

So I'll switch to my limerick mode
I'll forget about graphics and code
I just smoked some grass
And I'm high off my ass
So let's get this show on the road

*Ahem.*

In a far away hut on the Moon
Lived a hermit named Joe and his spoon
He thought to himself
"If I weren't an Elf
I bet I'd get more Martian Poon."

Now, Joe was a one minded fellow
And nothing this craving would mellow
So he put on his boots
And jumped through the chutes
That led to his ship, which was yellow

He popped that old mo-fo in gear
But was stunned by a terrible fear
He remembered his shlong
Was not very long
And Joe shed a singular tear

He shook off this nonsense but quick
A doctor could lengthen his prick
A fellow on Venus
Could build a new penis
And then Joe would have a big dick

So with this now Joe was inspired
He revved and his ship's engines fired
Be blasted away
Toward Venus, let's say
While his Latte-No Whip kept him wired

He arrived at the good doctor's door
And knocked 'till his knuckles were sore
The doctor peaked out
And Joe gave a shout
The man was eleven foot four!

The doctor revived Joe in hours
In one of his "Fainted Elf" towers
He asked Joe, "What's wrong?"
And Joe sang his sad song
About his gross lack of pleasuring powers

The doctor said, "Joe, you're in luck.
For only a nominal buck,
I'll build you a cock
That is made out of rock,
So I hope that you don't like to tuck."

But then the good doctor said, "Oh!
There is but one catch to this, though.
As part of my craft,
You must fetch me a shaft
From which I can best mold the dough."

Well, Joe was quite stunned at the start
He even let out a nice fart
For the thought was so foul
It had loosened his bowel
On second thought, maybe a shart.

Once Joe was done changing his shorts
He gathered a courage of sorts
So with pep in his stride
He hopped in his ride
And scratched at his genital warts.

He came to a planet near home
There were plenty of places to roam
But he came to a stop
On a shady hill top
And browsed through his favorite tome

The sports coverage in it was great
And the pictures were too, at that rate
And When Joe was finished,
His sperm count diminished,
He dozed off and left things to fate

Well fate is a hell of a bitch
Who found him but some guy named Mitch
Now, Mitch was the guy
Who made grown men cry
And develop an odd nervous twitch

Mitch tied Joe tight to the bed
And forced Joe to give him some head
But Joe was much wiser
And had sharp incisors
And bit off the fucker instead

Now, Mitch rolled around like a dope
And Joe somehow loosened the rope
Joe grabbed Mitch's rod
And gave it a nod
Then left Mitch to cry and to mope

He flew back to Venus like whoa
And gave the doc all of his dough
The doc built the pecker
And checked with the checker
Then gave the new upgrade to Joe

Joe hit the first bar he could find
It was one where the Martian girls dined
He danced with some biddies
And stared at their titties
Then found one that seemed just his kind

They stumbled on back to her room
And Joe banged her good, you'd assume
But listen close here
Or you'll miss it, I fear
There's a twist that'll hit with a BOOM!

Now, Joe threw the lady a rose
The bitch took off all of her clothes
And what a surprise
A trick on the eyes?
Her penis was bigger than Joe's!

"The nerve of these insolent whores!
This is the shit that starts wars!"
Joe, still filled with shock
Took a look at her cock
And said, "Shit bitch! I could have used yours!"

...................silence.............

At 4/3/05 08:47 PM, ZeroAsALimit wrote: Tomorrow, I shall (hopefully) be able to actually spend some time on a poem. I've got to be careful though (when an adult sees my written work, they want to talk with me).

That was always a problem that i faced.
Now that Im in college though, i find much more freedom in what i'm wiling to commit to ink and paper.
Id fill up notebooks so fast that it was alot of troube finding places to keep them all without the prying eyes of the "responsible adults" fulfilling their addiction to meddling in my affairs.

But thats it, isn't it?
The young hearts that raced so uncautiously
Are tied like mules to the fears
That grew from the needle-and-ice eyes of
A self-indulgent whim of the previous generation.

And, hey, why not though?
Isn't youth meant to be afraid?
We are only the fools who
Someday might grow into the next great genius
And sweep the dust and the devils from those most ancient boneyards.
But, by then, I think, We will forget what it is
That we set out to accomplish,
And the tracks we made in getting there will be faded and melted
like footsteps in the snow as the sun comes round for a
longer day's work.

But that's it, isn't it?
And Maturity is nothing more
Than the bastardization of a
Long walk to a better place.
And as our legs grow longer, and our hands can hold more,
Our minds grow shorter, to retreat and hide behind a
Bad face and a hard mouth
From which the sad elucidation is born and spoken all wrong.
But that's it, isn't it?
Damn.

The Prettiest Mother in the World

Her face is no longer smooth,
it is lined by time.
Even if she doesn't look the same,
she is still that dear mother of mine.
She has always given of herself to me,
nothing was I ever denied.
She laughed when I laughed,
she comforted me when I cried.
There is no one like her,
I don't think there will ever be.
No one means as much to me,
as she.
To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like,
I guess it is a matter of pride.
For the things that make her the most beautiful,
are the things she has inside.

Note: I wrote this back in 1992, when my mother was going under surgery for cancer. She is now 87 and cancer-free.

Ugh, i might as well send you this poem i made for halloween 2007.

I made a little pumpkin,

i loved the little touch.

it was happy, it was smiling

i liked it very much.

it had two teeth, a little nose

two eyes and a smile

the bad part was that i couldn't see it far away

well... i would say about a mile.

I named it ''lil' pumpkin'' put in a candle

it looked very nice,

he wasn't very big, not very small

so the name ''lil'' was 'cause of the size

well i'm gonna write a little more,

it won't be very long.

but i'm gonna say HI to lil' pumpkin

before the town bell rings ''DING DONG''

but the bad thing was

that he was starting to rot,

so i had to throw him in the dumpster

i'm gonna miss him a lot.

now there is no pumpkin

and no candle light

but i'm sorta happy,

because in the dark, he gave me a fright!!

You know you will die
You know you will end
A meaning is nigh
And for that you'll contend

The game's simple really
The rules almost none
And it's not about winning
But who can have the most fun

I'm new here, i've been suggested to come here, tried to make a thread and it got locked and EVERYBODY complained. Will make a thread with my artwork and my poems. I just hope you guys don't get angry at me too. Here's one of my poems (not all of my poems rhyme and/or flow, so don't get angry about "rules of poetry" i'm new at this). It's called "Time" it's my first. I know love and wove don't rhyme but it was hard to think of a word that did.

Time won't tick
I don't feel sick

Shadows haunt me
And I can't find the key

To the lock
So the clock

Will move again
So I can begin

Life
Strife

And all that follows
I don't feel the hollows

In my heart
I can't start

Till I find the key
In me

It goes to the lock
In the clock

So it can move again
And I can begin

Not breath
But death

I am dead
I drink red

Do you know
I can show

My teeth
If not I'll sheath

Them
Succumb to my whim

That I will not make you
Do

For I found the key
In me

By my guest
Go ahead and guess

Just who the key goes to
What can you do
It's you

But will you mind
To wind

The clock
With the lock

Again
So I can begin

Love
That you and I wove

If anybody read my stuff up above, you can probably tell I have "issues" with the general range of older people. I'm at university now, so I'm no 'kid' age-wise, but I feel that youth is more than a measure of years. Youth is about the passion to live, and finding your place in the world by following your heart.
Anybody care to weigh in ( through poem or prose) on this subject?

A poem seemingly about losing the path of life, its called rain, sometimes you have to take the dreary path to go the right way.

Rain

Time stands still
And I don't have free will
To fight
Do anything right
Or break the chains that bind
What I need to find
Is somewhere I don't know
No one will show
Hidden away
I can't find the way
Then it begins to rain
It begins to pour
So fast it floods
The way I was looking for
I am lost
I'll pay any cost
To find the way again
To begin
My way
On such a dreary day
I wish the sun would shine
And intertwine it's hand with mine
Oh! But there it is!
I can't believe this!
Then it begins to rain
It begins to pour
So fast it floods
The way I was looking for
I hoped for more
I'm stricken to the core
Where will I find rest
Will the sun not jest
And make me believe
That I can conceive
The thoughts I need
To heed
So I can find the path
Beyond all this wrath
Then it begins to rain
It begins to pour
So fast it floods
The way I was looking for
I begin to think
And to link
Together the hints
The sun vents
Helping me along
So I can finally belong
And find the place
Using the case
Of the rain
To fight the pain
Just follow
The path the rain made hollow
Then it begins to rain
It begins to pour
So fast it floods
Down the way I was looking for
I smile
As the rain does file
Down the wet
And slick outlet
Down the path the sun
Does rise, and i begin to run
Hoping for the better
Even if it is wetter
Path of life
And no more strife
I found the way
After all of today
I can be content
And never again relent

im here waiting to plot the prevention, of another debating dead shot intervention, my mind is deflating as I fought for protection, as I keep fading to stop my infection, all of this hating atop of negelection, drives my soul grateing to pop my perfection, illuminating so called self dissection, while im still waiting to rig an election, slowly and slowly I crawled to inspection, to decide that you owe me a hip new erection. ;)

Can I join? Here is my poem:

Sammie

A girl called Sammie existed,
She was perfect, in every way, gifted.
She was only 17, and looked like a goddess.
A face painted by angels,
She never looked a mess.
Curvy body, if all else fails.
Straight As, in every subject,
She had beauty, a great personality, and to match, intelect
Blonde, green eyes, what else do you need to know?
Well, one more thing you need to know.

Whilst walking from school, she felt followed,
She looked at her phone and moaned.
Her dad told her: 'Come home a.s.a.p!'
By now she was hearing footsteps.
She was scared, she needed help,
At that moment, she thought about her boyfriend, John Phillps
Of how loving he was, making her happy.
The footsteps grew so fast, it was silly!
Until she was snatched, and put in a bag,
She now knew, the footsteps were bad.

She was thrown in a cage,
She fell asleep, at this stage.
When she awoke, she was naked.
Being raped by someone familiar.
It was a boy everyone hated.
He was evil, and a liar.
But she was chained to a bed, unable to react.
Forced to perform sexual acts.
He raped her again and again,
He knocked her out, unchained her, and ran away.

Sammie was no longer the same.
She was aorexic, and became lame.
The girl she was is dead.
She took heroin, until she was left dead.
Now she is a ghost, wandering the Earth,
She turns people anorexic, that's the truth.
Killing them off, when they were dying.
But some made it, or am I lying?
She killes the anorexic,
Which I think is sick

Tell me how to improve please.

At 8/11/08 02:49 PM, dididu915 wrote:

He raped her again and again,
He knocked her out, unchained her, and ran away, left her in pain .

Forgot about that part lol

Nice work, kid. I dig the fluidity of your thoughts throughout the piece.
It's sometimes difficult for me to smoothly connect one point to another in my works, especially when in a defined rhythmic/stanza format. Keep writing, for sure.

Can I join?
Here is a site with my stuff so that you can see if I am good enough :)
www.poeticallyyours.com <-- all my work

I'm new to this.

~

What can I say
My lover
My friend
You tell me you'll end yourself
I can't say that you wont
I know I still love you
I know that you don't

Do you remember Paris?
The city of lights?
The city at night?
We paid a gypsy boy
To play his guitar
He ran with our money
He didn't get far
With your purse you beat him
We were behind bars

As I look back
To the places we've been
I recall that we've pricked our veins
In at least half of them
We said we'd grow old together
Although we both knew we wouldn't grow very old
And now you're on your last legs
I wish it was me

My car's seats are stained with your blood
From the times life was too much
I took Jill and Andre out to eat one night
I told them I lended my car to a woman in labor
They had not a clue
If only they knew

What can I say
My ever-present spectre
My lasting obsession
I'm not a smart man
I couldn't stop the inevitable
We lived life too hard
And the price was so terrible

What can I say
My passing thought
My dream
My love is long gone
Your love is right here

great idea, ketski. starting a thread where we poetry lovers may discuss our works (among other things.) i wish to join. here's my (failed) thread.
<http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/965 329>

hope you liked it. it's part of my growing portfolio of poems, titled- Songs of the Wanderer.

that one has no name, really. i need a name for it.

I'm totally new to this place but I'll give it a go:

Hummingbird
Flaps its wings a hundred times
Chirps all day that sound like chimes
She is smaller than those limes
Go to a flower
Bees tell her to go slower
"Easy on the honey, you slacker!"
Sits on a porch
Then a man chases her with a torch
Finally ends up here
Chirping and tweeting as I give her a leer
She is a Royal Princess charmed by magic
Who wants to be the most intrinsic
Count to three, she's a human
Three, two, one...! Boom...! Oops..!
Wrong spell. You are now a MOCKINGBIRD!!!

Hmm... Seemed a little stupid... :P

Very imaginative and smooth progression of words, FEMALE-DOG. I think it's perfect.

Here is somthing thats been going round my head

I am the monster from the deep,
that hunt you down while you sleep.

I am the monster that plagues your mind,
for which you look but never wish to find.

I am the monster that haunts your soul,
what never there but is seen in every hole.

For in this race I wait at the end,
for im the fate none can defend.

But heed my call slow your pace,
for where you run is a majestic place.

But you've been warned dont dare stop to sleep,
for I am the monster from the deep.

Nice poem, man, I think it's like a part of a punk rock music. Could use that for lyrics. Awesome!

Tell me what you think:

She says things will get better
Yet I still don't let her
I want to end my life
To end this strife
But she won't let me
Wants to come get me
I want her to forget
And end all this shit
With the blade to my wrist
I wait for eternal bliss
I hear her cry
And I ask myself why
Nothing will change if I die
But I still won't lie
This feeling in my body won't go away
It's got me in a chokehold and its here to stay
But she still tells me everything will be alright
That she loves me and I'll be just fine
And that it's not my time

This poem is autobiographical in many ways. I won't go into details but a girl, who happens to be my best friend, stopped me from doing harm to myself on the night of my birthday. I wrote this poem because I wanted to show her how thankful I am that she was there for me.

Grief of the Heart.

Yes, my friend, why you might find
that I'm in a troubling state of mind,
My thought's are wounded, and have worked against my sleep,
This thing, this thing,
This demented thing,
So odd, this thing so unforgiving;
The emotion of love consumes me, and causes me to weep.

The irony of such dismay
strikes me so in such a way,
For months ago, this love of hers I'd fear, planning to deny.
A fool, a fool,
Such a heartless fool,
For me to fear one's love, so cool;
The cold absence of her warmth froze me back to her to fly.

The rekindled joy, we're true at last,
Has informed us of problems pretty fast,
Problems that needed solutions, but together we would succeed!
O time, O time,
O impatient time,
Sings a strict, precise, and scripted rhyme,
That in foresight it would imply that it is time we lack and need.

Her quest to nurse, the gain for knowledge,
Has screeched to a halt here; it's off to college!
She leaves me only in body, while our love remains strong and such.
To learn, to learn,
To study and learn,
To stay is to let her time here burn,
It's off back home, I understand, but still how I'll miss her much...

I wrote this when I lived with my girlfriend in McKinney, and she left me alone in those apartments to pursue nursing. We could've afforded the rent for the place if she had stayed, but when she left everything collapsed in on itself. I wrote this, and a couple of months later I was forced to move back home, and a few months later we grew so distant we mutually broke up.

I'm still kinda new to poetry, I'm striving to get better.

Black and Blue Room

I open my eyes. A light turns on above. I'm in a room with no doors or windows. The walls are patched in black and blue, and there is a shattered mirror in one of the corners.

Blink.

I'm attacking the walls screaming.

Blink.

I'm standing calmly in the middle of the room. I turn my head and wonder what it was I was trying to escape.

Blink.

The broken glass in the corner has something to do with getting out.

Blink.

Rage fuels my soul, but it is red that drips from my body.

Blink.

A smiling face.

Blink.

Many smiling faces.

Blink.

Bodies leaching to one another.

Blink.

Her smiling face.

Blink.

I'm laying on my back in the black and blue room again, staring into the light above. I feel stinging as my red sweat drips from my pores.

Blink.

She's there again.

Blink.

I'm back in the room on my back again. Out of the corner of my right eye, a tear spills down my skin towards my ear.

Blink.

Who am I? Am I crazy, or just too sane?

Blink.

I'm standing up.

Blink.

An old white door stands before me with the paint chipping off of it.

Blink.

The door closes behind me.

Blink.

I'm at my grandmother's house, sitting on the couch. My grandmother sits in the chair just across from me. To my left, is a T.V. playing some chick flick. "What's on the tube?" I ask. She starts to reply, "Well, it's about this..." My attention is quickly stolen away by an advertisement for an old television series.

Blink.

All I see is black, and all I hear is my heart pounding.

Blink.

The most beautiful face is in front of mine. I'm in the bedroom of the house I used to live in. I hear the television series playing from the T.V. at the end of the bed. As soon as her lips start to move, I hear only silence. I see her make out three words then smile at me.

Blink.

I'm back in the black and blue room. I'm screaming and slamming into the walls.

Blink.

I'm at the grocery store. The cashier smiles and hands me my change. As she leans forward, I give a quick glance to her nametag then look towards the grocery store exit. Something comes over me, and I look back at her nametag.

Blink.

I'm in a car and my facial hair is gone. My dad is driving, and I can see the cotton fields passing in the window behind him. "What is her name?" he asks me. I'm trying not to grin too much as I begin to say something back.

Blink.

Sitting in the center of the blue and black room with my legs crossed. My arms are crossed too, and my facial hair is back. My chin is glued to my chest, and I tighten my grip and feel my nails dig into my arms. I can't move. I'm shivering. I exhale smoke.

Blink.

I'm back in my old bedroom again. I'm excited and I'm opening up a bag that has newly developed pictures in it.

Blink.

One of the photos is framed and propped up on the desk in my room.

Blink.

My face is covered in tears as I open up the desk drawer. Inside are two pairs of eyes that have something magical in them. I look away, close the drawer, and then put my hands above my head, trying not to cry anymore.

Blink.

Black and blue room. I'm looking in the mirror hanging up on one of the walls. I see myself staring back.

Blink.

The reflection shows her standing next to me, her right arm around my waist, her left hand cuffing my arm, and her head is lying against my shoulder.

Blink.

I'm alone again.

Blink.

She's there again, looking right into my eyes. I grab the sides of the mirror.

Blink.

She's gone.

Blink.

She's back.

Blink.

She's gone.

Blink.

She's still gone.

Blink.

Still, she is gone. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Blink.

She's back in the reflection with me. Her warm smile is ripping my insides apart.

Blink.

She's still there.

Blink.

She won't leave this time.

Blink.

I can't take it anymore. I'm screaming again, my hands are on my head.

Blink.

I'm curled up in one of the corners, my arms around my knees. In the opposite corner, lays a shattered mirror.

Blink.

Im interested in this,Check out mine.
Fallen Friends
The redwoods cry
the willows weep
as I admire the garden green
all around severed logs bleed
on the ground their fallen leaves
Majesty personified
Each cut down,they bleed and die
the garden green gone before my eyes
the willows weep the redwoods cry
They the morn the dead
Now so do I

Cho

When you look down upon me
You pity me
I am the mess that you created
You are the monster
That you created.

When I close my eyes
I see your face
You look at me all night
I am your vision
and you have turned me into a monster.

May i join?

I made a journey across the mortal mind
I'm not sure of what i hoped to find,
When i reached my quest's end
I found a new road, a sign to wend

All too soon, i arrived at a fork
each path, there was a torque
One lead to an island, covered in flowers
the other lead, through many a bends, to three distinctive towers
I knew which path i wanted to take

But an old man stopped me, telling me the island was fake
Confused, i inquired onto him why
And with a sincere smile, he preceded to describe its lie
"My son, the island is a trap
its beauty is true, in flowers it wraps
It promise's safety, security and love
To anyone who it thinks of
In reality though, it is a vile thing
promising something it can not hope to bring"

I stood confused at the man's answer
His questions and answers weaved like a dancer
"Grandfather what is your name"
"My son have you not heard of my fame?
I come and still one's breath
The name of course, is Death"

"Death, as you are called
why do you subject the island to such a scald?"
"My boy, nothing in life can be given by another
Only you, no other
This islands trickery is its own charm
Trying to protect everyone from the towers' harm"

"What harm can three towers do?
It has bend abandoned, that much is true"
"The name's of the towers have been lost in time,
Its history is covered in grime.
Everyone know's the island name one way or another,
Its many name makes for a smother
Some call it heaven, yet others named it hell
but one thing is sure, its the home for the fell"

"So what is the island, good or bad?
just so i may add"
"It is neither, but it leans to evil
to those who know it, its an upheaval
It captures minds and souls
it takes the whole
Just stay away from the thing
it delivers a painful sting
yet covered in a beautiful spell,
where only lies dwell"

"I ask of you Death
The second, the beth
what are the towers then
if the island is a bandits den"
"Unfortunately, i do not know
Immortals are filled with woe
as only those that can die
know the truth to the eternal lie
I ask of this, as a friend
to be the the person that will mend
And remove the the misery that was bestowed
by the towers abode"

I could not respond to ancients request
but i knew what he said was for the best
I turned to the three towers
Ignoring the island of flowers

Improvements or suggestions? this is part 1

i like input on my writings so lets see what you guys got. good bad idc i want your most honest opinion and if i like it here and that other club that i was in stays dead then ill have to join this one. anyway here gose. its not my best but...

Lost

Happiness comes and goes
Only one thing is certen
Depression will always return
The love i feel for her is everlasting
But she will never be mine
Which choice is right
A brother or a lost love
She will never love me
He will hate my feelings
I cant abandon my brother
I cant lose my love
All i know is depression
All i want is death
I wish i could have both
But thats an empty dream
My futer holds only loneliness
I'm drounding and no ones there
Someone please take my pain away
I wish she would show me she cares
Show me you dont want me to die
As my tiers flow freely
I want you to hold me
As i cry for help
Trying to find the pisses
And put my heart back together
As i hold blade to rist
I know this will end my pain
Maybe lifes not for everyone
If only you knew the truth
How much you really mean to me
How much i really love you
But you will never ask
This is all lost in darkness

my spelling isnt the best but i did updat it alittle sence the last time i shown it off.