sorry i spelt poetry wrong

Welcome to the Poetry Club feel free to post poetry and coment on other peoples poetry...

It's been a long while since I've been here. Here's another song from me. With every song I make, there is a message, once you find it, you'll completely understand what this song is about.

Death

Verse- My fear, my soul, I’m not that bold.
I’m scared and aware of what my preacher told.
Death can’t find me, my fear turns cold.
This is my life, my soul, I refuse to be sold.
This fear, it doesn’t rest.
Death is something you do not test.
I look at all corners to decide which is best.
I can’t be messing around when it comes to death.

Chorus- I want to know what it’s like to not be scared.
In succession, I’d treat life like a truth or dare.
I can’t wake up from this intense nightmare.
One life, one soul, and only one body to spare.
I love life, and I’m not ready to go yet.
I love to gamble, but I can’t put up my soul as a bet.
I look for life and only get regret.
I’ll take my rest when I’m put to death.

Verse- To have no more life, to simply sleep.
Sweet intoxication, infinite sheep.
To not be able to wake up, is a horrible dream.
This is a thought or so it would seem.
To be happy, to live, I would give anything.
Tears run down my face, but I’m not crying.
Then I realize that my dream isn’t satisfying.
I cry now. I know that I’m dying.

Chorus- I want to know what it’s like to not be scared.
In succession, I’d treat life like a truth or dare.
I can’t wake up from this intense nightmare.
One life, one soul, and only one body to spare.
I love life, and I’m not ready to go yet.
I love to gamble, ut I can’t put up my soul as a bet.
I look for life and only get regret.
I’ll take my rest when I’m put to death.

Verse- I’ve been told that my life was a game.
I played the game and ended up slain.
Death would’ve been nice if there wasn’t pain.
I regret playing it. I only feel shame.
Don’t cry, put other things into consideration.
Were you proper? Did you drink in moderation?
Death is not happy on any occasion.
When you die, be brave and face him.

Chorus- I want to know what it’s like to not be scared.
In succession, I’d treat life like a truth or dare.
I can’t wake up from this intense nightmare.
One life, one soul, and only one body to spare.
I love life, and I’m not ready to go yet.
I love to gamble, ut I can’t put up my soul as a bet.
I look for life and only get regret.
I’ll take my rest when I’m put to death.

Hoped you liked it. I got many more.

Insights of my pain

By Reven

It's seems to live is not to live
It is to die
Is he crazy to the one who realized
Is unspoken love impossible
Is he in the darkness
where the pain and heartless roam free
killing everything inside me
burning forever
my heart longs for the coolness of love
but As I sit I wonder
why have I gone through so much in a life of sixteen years
He has nothing to live for
nothing to adore
poetry is the only thing true to me
life is lost to so many things
wishing to be woke while my baby girl sings
it is not true
He has turned into something so foul
A heartless being with no feelings
A man with no soul
wishing that one day he can have love again
no matter what time he'll always be forgotten
It took one last final girl to tear him to shreads
do u know who that is?
it could be anyone but he knows who it is
looking ever so hateful and in pain
wishing being with her was not in vain
but anyone can change him can u?
loving in his heart he needs foever true
she was his heart
now everything is ripped apart
he's waiting
death at his doorstep
Can U Help Him
but is he?

cry these tears of pain,
seeing me hurt must give you self gain.
Because you do it so much
and I feel your heart get colder with every touch.
I want to reach out and help,
but i have to play with the hand that's been dealt.
I want to trade in my cards,
and entirely let down my guard.
But I can't 'cuz you'll break through,
and break this heart that has remained so true.
I thought you were worth this river of tears I shed,
but truth is it's over we are dead.
I wish this wasn't true,
but it's the only thing that seems right to do.
Never to hold you in my arms as you cry,
you sit there and wonder why.
Think about this year
as this races down my face;
this last and single tear.

Over this next week im going to go back and comment on every poem posted in here... If you posted one be on the lookout for my response to it :D

At 4/3/05 05:27 PM, Ketski wrote: Here's a poem I made.... (( it kinda stinks :\ ))

Friendship's Trust

That wasnt that bad... At the begining you made some really good connections which made this poem very nice... But you started to veer off near the end which made the poem seem uneven... This poem speaks the truth... Nice job Ketski...

At 7/3/05 06:10 PM, Rude_Buddha wrote:

At 4/3/05 05:27 PM, Ketski wrote: Here's a poem I made.... (( it kinda stinks :\ ))

Friendship's Trust

I find it interesting that me and Ketski had the same sign up date. His work was quite good, I'll give that, and I aslo see that you were one of the first people here Rude_Buddha. How time flies huh?

At 4/3/05 06:13 PM, ZeroAsALimit wrote: You run my life

Brilliant and mature poem... Great job!

cool club i have a song thats about herion and the people who have been layed to waste by it

Heroin By Me

musicains use it to combat depression
but it becomes their fatal obsession
they use it to ease their pain
but they usally end up like kurt cobain
they know what their using is a drug
usally buy it from a local thug
a needle is what the drug is in
the vile drug known as heroin

(croaus)
Say they can't But They can
Stop abusing hero-an
started off With cocaine
using it to ease the pain
your wife asks were youve been
you were scoring heroin
ended your life with a bang
with a gun and cocaine

talent wasted on that junk
carrer is gone now your sunk
everyone asks were youve been
you killed yourself with heroin
from a kid hanging loose
now hanging from a noose
when you were a kid, you were raped
Drugs helped you and you escaped

layne staley and janis joplin
Deid of the drug heroin
who knows what would happen
if they lived past twenty-seven
maybe still have a band
rocking with a guitar in their hand
its a drug that causes death
kills as fast as crystal meth

its hard to stop and drop the needle
youll go through a 3 Month hell
now youve gone way to far
you forgot how to play giutar
now it owns you, you dont own it
you always need another hit
and your friends ask were youve been
you were shooting heroin

End of song

Ummm okay i just want to know if this is any good because I've been writing poetry for 3 years (Since grade 6) and I have one poem published but now I hate it because it is slightly juvenile... alright i wrote this last night rate it out of errrr 10:
MAKE IT STOP
The banging on the cold mental walls,
My lover will now speak,
B, B, B,
His name shall remain,
Unspoken,
Ungiven,
Her lover is a fee,
You know how much it pains me??
Let's help it show to know,
pounding, pounding, pounding,
It is a terrible feat,
The quill glides quick,
Through the thick,
To make this vacancy.
Anywho tell me what you think and if you're reading it pleaaase rate it...

i was hoping i cuold join so heres one i know of from a great poet named basho

the moon shine's on exhausted men
thus bring's the tire to the ease of sleep
should there ever be another peace like this

,Basho

Basho is a very famous japenese poet in the 1700's he was a samurai too but gave up his sword so he could be more of a poet

A world not touched
by human hands
we await our master's plans
hoping for the chance
to break the bind
breathing small breaths
across the sea of time
touching a world
that we create
not with our hands
but with our minds
freedom from the chains
that bind and cut
safe to journey to our world
unscathed
~by Travis LeaBeck 4:53 AM 7/14/05

I would love to join!

well i was wondering if any one was gonna come back. I really want to join see above.

Yeah this club isnt going to die, i've just been taking a little break from posting... I'll be back soon posting to my fullest..

At 7/15/05 01:07 PM, Rude_Buddha wrote: Yeah this club isnt going to die, i've just been taking a little break from posting... I'll be back soon posting to my fullest..

Yea I know I just wanted to see what ppl thought about my impromtu poem.

alright here's another spontaneous one:

the flash of dark light
the cold of the icy fire
the effort of the helpless knight
the distraction from the desire

a very short effort using oxymorons :)

Hey dudes, love the idea for the club- can i join? here's an example of some of my poetry-
The salmon hour
Part 1.
It was at the hour of twelve when the salmon did strike
Unlike their fellow jellyfish, bass, and pike
But at 11:55 Billy’s mother said un to him
“Do not go out and keep right in”
However when Billy’s mother had laid down to bed
Billy decided to sneak out instead
When he got out, he went up the street
And was very surprised as to whom he should meet
The man was not fat, short tall or thin
He was covered in oil, with grey looking skin
When Billy got closer, he was too shocked to run
As the man was a fish, with a bear bum
“What business have you here?” Was what the fish spoke
“Should you not be in bed? (This was almost a ” joke)
“But down my street, I have never seen before,
An oversized salmon, and more salmon galore”
This was a good argument, accompanied by a glower
Part 2.
Billy ran right away, as fast as he could
But the Salmon caught up, as they indefinitely would
They struck him down, before he entered his house
He tried to crawl away, like a little mouse
But try as he might, he could never escape
They kept him as prisoner, and glued his mouth up with tape
But that was not the worst thing to happen at all
They invaded his house, by crashing through the wall
Billy was afraid his mother might be killed
To his despair, her blood was to be spilled
The Salmon troopers left Billy’s house, dragging a body behind
It was Billy’s mother’s, Billy thought-‘that’s not very kind’
But it was not Billy’s house where the Salmon did stop
They destroyed the whole street, and the corner shop
But then to Billy’s surprise, the Salmon disappeared
Billy watch said 1 o’clock, the Salmon hour ends here.

Howard-

that's rather good. i like the harmony of the rhyme sceme and the surreal story. i'd love to see this poem animated!

I decided to come back for a brief while and write something that's coming to mind as I write it out, I'm going to take all the crap that I've been dealing with, and who've I've been dealing with and make it into a 16 line poem.

Hey yall, it's been a long time since I've written out a rhyme.
Blood, friendship, drugs, work, damn I've lost track of the time.
Why won't people listen? I only try to help, and not to be assinine.
I layed out the paper, read the damn lines.
Maybe I'm expecting results too fast and should slow down.
My head is spinning, and my brain is starting to drown.
I say nothing but the truth and only get back a frown.
What can I say? Ignorance can't be lost, it's only found.
Get help! Your fucking insane!
Take a look inside your brain and you won't be slain,
You try to shield your wounds but you only recieve pain.
All of these stupid efforts will end up in vain.
I've tried to help, but you just won't bend.
I try to help you but you walk closer to your end.
Smiles and fake actions don't blend.
Damn it! I'm just trying to help you, my friend.

My friend, pick up the pieces and see beyond yourself and find better.

I havn't been in here. But I have some poetry to share off the top of my head.

I tried to deliver the hep I could give
I helped all the people who accepted me with all this pain
you never see my passion or my real dreams
I am not just a person you see everyday
I have problems with no one
the thoughts inside my head are for love
the love that never came for to seek my soul and cure my heart of insanity
I am different in my very way
all I want is love
is that that to much to give me
was I just complaining to much
I don't like when you don't listen
I've complained
I've got nothing else to say
all I want is love
all I need is love
and lets face it
no one is perfect
we all have problems
but love is mine
I've never had it
I won't stop complaining about it
my mind is insane
but my heart is strong
my confidence saves me
love would keep me very sane

I entitle it "No love for the dying soul"

I would like to join the poetry club but I don't know how to join I'm now at this.

Mast3rMind

there's a book you should check out called "you hear me- poems and writings by young men."

it's an anthology of poems about everything from eating oranges to pussy to being a teenage father. very good read.

At 8/9/05 08:40 PM, gambit_boi wrote: Mast3rMind

No, I wirte all types of poetry, and have seen most of them. I plan on using my own method, just like the one you just saw up there, that came off the top of my head as I typed it out with no hesitation. Try it, it cools you down.

This is a Haiku.
Rhymes, it has Five Seven Five
It is Japanese.

At 8/10/05 07:55 PM, Hypocrite wrote: This is a Haiku.
Rhymes, it has Five Seven Five
It is Japanese.

That time I fucked up,
I meant syllables, not rhymes,
I am a retard.

here's a short one...

speaking languages is strange. i can
not imagine what it would be like
to be bilingual. how to communicate
a poem in two languages.
i once saw an excerpt from Frida
Kahlo's journal, the poems, the
songs in spanish. i don't know any
spanish, but i read
"dreaming in cuban" and began
to understand something of langauge and
poetry. though i couldn't
translate the words.

"i love you, my hija" the dead
father whispers to his daughter.
i listen to that, feel something
of fathers' loving regret
singing in trees.
spanish and english.
poems for the tounge.

I call this the drug prayer...

DMT images
Not the price i want to pay to live
The buddha's cult kills the people on patrol
A silent snake sneaks into my mind
A dream drags through my soul
Night devine,daylight canine
Count the nights
Never noticed you behind that shadow
Ignore the broken bread sip the wine of gods
Send me into oblivion ominous one
Call me back and i shall be hesitant
Take a pill here and there
Bloodshot eyes help my sight make me aware
Euphoric scenes blend my dreams
My beautiful love LSD
One day i will marry you
Then we will be free
The ocean of time
Bends my mind
Psychedelic sex soars
Jump start the mind
Help me find
Gracious guidance
Luring relaxitives rearrange my realm of reality
Spoken visions cloaked behind the smiling eyes
Hides the shadow of the light
Solid colors soaked in desire
Enflame my soul start a revolutionary fire
Reach out for stars still suffering in the cycle of illusions
Poisoned perception
Heightened sensation
Sedated senses travel slowly
I am a meditated medicated man
Moving shapes
And acid landscapes
Corporate cowards couldnt control consciousness
Under visions of wonder and sharpness
Deceiving drugs can only derail those who are easily persuaded
Those who allow their body to be easily invaded
Embrace the power that opens the mind
Open up and allow the drug to find
The connection between drugs and mankind
Pull...,Pull...,Burn...embrace the smoke
Feel the high
Touch the inner beauty of the sky
Nature nurtures me
Succumb....
To the narcotic numb...
Lost in my own illusions
The city of my own darkened confusion
Hug a mushroom...marvel at the
Psychedelic fusion
MDMA the power of loves evolution
Countless captured in conscious commas
I lay awake in sober wonder
I am a traveler with no destination
Peyotes son,acids creation
Loved by mushrooms and raised by ecstacy
Learned the rules of life...flashback into many past lives
All these drugs became my wives
Sudden shakes of side effects suck
But its all worth it...cuz i dont give a fuck

Hope someone out there likes it....
Peace

The summer's almost over,
I barely even know her,
She don't even know me,
but in her eyes i can see,

i see it when she waves to me,
like a sun over a glittering sea,
The summer's almost over,
Damn i barey even know her,

whaddya think be honest this my first real poem Mine i thought if it unless someone used those lines first but till then this is mine i feel proud but damn i barely even know her.