here's my long one...I let my poetry take hold of me

Infancy

new born bliss, gods kissed infant seen through sweaty pupils
crushed nerves, blankets covered, mothers urge is futile
patient doctors elegantly carry the child to mothers arms
the amazed beauty, soothing her restless body alarms
striking scenery of enlightened fetes, the unbearable sight
startled limbs hinge, knowing that a mother is new tonight
fathers dazed with a stunned craze, impatient on carrying home
follicles of hair cringe off, shocked he whips out a black comb
3 days rapidly flew, the new born is peacefully resign in the crib
while father graciously gazes upon, and mothers buying a bib
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here I sleep, eyelids closed dreaming constant peace a tad
but so alone I weep, terrified I burst a lid screaming for dad
peering in, noticing an overloading diaper so a change is urgent
manoeuvred cautiously, similar to a hesitant new sergeant
time eerily passed, a year old I stand, matured and shining bold
learning to speak, and lessons on doing business in the toilet bowl
new age arouses, 3 years of learning, talk with a keen sense
bottles to cups, the capabilities with a strong intelligence
life seems hard, with painful sharp angles point like swords
future dreams, as I stay attached to the umbilical cord

Manhood
Hedonistic, yet, inherently human desires plague his mind,
Feet shoulder-width apart, hazarding a glance at the sign.
Callused dry hands grind across the sensuously soft attire,
Odd air of sensation inhaled amidst the thick tar ridden fire.
Inhuman desire for the soothing slick of air in his mouth,
Masculine cologne perks his nose, inseminating his diaphragm south.
Lacking respect, accompanied by a lifelong lack of success,
Excessive loss has become a daily routine he fails to address.
His eyes droop, cushioned by the deep grey amalgamation of stress,
Peering reluctantly into himself cringing at the site amongst the mess.
Wavy dark hair infiltrated by strokes of white mark youth's withdrawal,
His smooth skin now ravaged by the minions of age whom take pleasure to maul.
A tear rolls gathering momentum down his cheek, rejected by skin,
Pushed out of his job and now endures the never-ending seek of sin.
The innate immaturity of his mind's mental complexity,
Coated by a film of dead skin and festering insanity.
Scratching his crown small hairs accompany his cracked nails,
Snail fast reactions to his misunderstanding of age falls pale.
Ghostly complexion encompasses the youth within without release;
the depression of life can only be cured by our never-ending peace.
The exaggeration of middle age justified by the daily shock endured,
an ensured surprise awaits in every reflection of his youth blurred.

Elderly
And now his flaky skin collides with his brittle bones
His body’s become a home, for such things as kidney stones
New technology such as Mobile phones, Deafen the ring in his ear
He lives life in fear, ended his career, He’s been dying for over a year
His mind is speared by his thoughts and his body is disintegrating
Life is fading, The communities hating, His body needs replacing
Look what he’s facing, The worlds so much harder now he’s alone
His joints rusty, His lungs struggling to work like they were filled with foam
He owns a broken home, Filled with rubbish that gathers dust day by day
His hair has turned grey, He ain’t got nobody to listen to what he has to say
His once well toned face has faded, His whole image has been de-graded
With his thoughts visually impaired, he reminds him self of what he once did
Of the way he partied at night, of how he was comforted during those frights
Of how he used to love life, how he loved his wife, Wasn’t alone at nights
And how the bright lights affected his eyes; that are now blindfolded
By something they call cataracts, Its reacts on the eyes, and leaves them moulded
The youth he once abused is now seeking revenge, He feels let down and used
And with the old age his minds becoming forgetful and he’s often confused
His speech is slurred and his vision blurred, He lives life in pain
He lifts his head again, Knowing by his law the cycle will start again

you guys may be intersted in this, My forum has a section devoted to poems and song lyrics. Check it out here and sign up to my site. I need more members

iight homie np

here's anotha one by ya boi Poetic_Reven

Oh loving love…heavenly, parasite to the soul
Hold every torturous, amazing second close
Unfold mankind’s most bitter, sweet emotion dear
Tears tell the unbearable, passionate story here
Years of embracing, choking my heart
Start with deadly kisses, malicious tearing me apart
Oh loving love…
How I hate you
Memories… I don’t think. I want to erase you
Racing through imperfect faces a new
Few kisses for when I open my view all I see is you

Our lips once brushed paintings
Images of angels…raped by Satan
Beaming stars frowning on bleeding hearts
Demonic thoughts appear new loves beware
Earth…air
Fire…water
Birth…slaughter
Bite…kiss
Clear…mist
And amongst all of this, so apparent and chaotic, you see me
Nursing wounds that grow deep
On the tip of a cliff just lying
Past crying living, dieing
Howling at burning blows from the breeze
Preying to be bailed hugging my knees
Waiting…for…
For what
For you? For me?
For us to once again be we?
For me to be released in peace?
Stumbling, standing, crying, laughing, loving, hating in confusion
Fighting a battle against myself, and both sides are losing

yet...anotha one

Arianna You Give Love A Bad Name
this is about my ex girl

Well chivalry is dead... its been months in disguise
Of I trust you meaning 'just not your wandering eyes'
thundering skies will we ever get passed this demeanour
it's for better or better... not the grass is greener?
Then candid cam visions! its simply a hell of a graphic
I raped her in my mind & forgot you were telepathic
God you're stubborn and quick to swing for the fences
the minute I stop to think or give lingering sentences
murder, death, kill mode with no plead for an apology
On top of the talent in telepathy... a degree in psychology
Pardon the sarcasm, not the gap in-between the bed
Why talk things out anyway when we scream instead?
Love is blind, are's could perform in the special Olympics
A rose petal of cynics blossoms to a bed full of gimmicks
A thin line between love and hate, it seems apparent
when neither of us are willing to meet the parents
it's my nails, my friends, my hair, now what's her loss.
distance a routine, how long could you brush me off?
Pulling the covers pass my neck, take the cold shoulder
in today’s society I guess it means we'll grow older
it's Sh*t or get of the pod, and who knows what's next
Engagement? I'd rather get down on a knee...propose sex
that reminds me of a wedding finger, has a ring to it
And a romantic evening? invite Don Juan or bring Cupid
Casanova’s jersey is in the closet, we simply lay off it
Date nights turning to just another day in the office

At 10/22/05 01:16 AM, Poetic_Reven wrote: iight homie np

Holy shit man, did I tell you that you are an amazing artist.

Oh BTW did you read my song i put on my forum and mast3rmind's songs. If you did. Tell me what you think of them.

yea man u told me be4 bro when I wuz artist of the month for the rap crew
I express many things in poetry

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yo anotha one I've been writing one after anotha

We are like angels with one wing
We need to be together to fly
Our love is so pure it stings
Without you I would die

We have so many great moments
People Envy us and wish they could own it
Our love, what a beautiful word
Not as beautiful as you, but smooth as the flight of a bird

I thank god the day i fell in love
I pray to him up above
He rung the bell
The day from heaven you fell

Now I wish for you to be mine
Trust me, everything will be fine
I want you to be here with me
Please, just believe...........

ay I'm not gonna let this club die that just ain't gonna happen

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At 10/23/05 08:46 PM, Poetic_Reven wrote: yo anotha one I've been writing one after anotha

Very good!

I liked the first one most. =)

yea man thanx bro we need to keep this crew alive
I love writing poetry

anotha one I won't let this crew die

Your tears is like weight pushing down against my heart
On top of a bed of daggers, slowly dividing it apart
You try to hide your emotion's like it's all mirrors and smoke
The mirrors give you a reflection, doesn't the smoke make you choke?
I know I caused affliction and excruciation it's obvious
It's like a woman being anorexic and having elephantitis
Your smiles are now deceiving
No longer can we say that seeing is beieving
Everytime we're together I feel like I'm dreaming
I want to balance things out like a gymnast beaming
Take away your pain make things better like a physician
For what I did I'm sorry, I have no intuition
Like bad sex, I never ment to put you in this position
Completing that hole in your heart has always been my ambition
Until your hurt goes away, a cross is in my heart, just call it crucifixion
It creates a hole that's missing you in it
It creates a hole that nobody can fill it
You cloud my mind like stormy nights
Our words are like hands they pack a punch like fist-fights
In this relationship you are always right
You're an angel, you shine bright like sunlight
Your eye's glisten in the dark like the moon is in withdrawal
When you're around my knees go away like they've been called
Cupid struck you with an arrow that holds retarted faith
I guess you can say that this is a thin line between love and hate

As i drift off into
the soft embrace of death
i can still hear
the voices of those i once loved
fading away as my senses become clouded
and i drift on to the next life.......

ay man the poem wuz short but it wuz nice I wuz feelin it alot finish it
needs to be longer

Nothing but a picture

A tarnished picture
Of your life, it may tone in
't may not
Thou normalcy, may never gain
Thou woe, may never gain
A tarnished picture, is just a picture
But if you would like
You can compare your life
To a tarnished picture, but
Keep in your mind, it is nothing but a picture

So Humble, So Tarnished

So Humble, So sad, Art Thee Life,
Sweetly tarnished, 't was gaining,
My woeful self, that wish' could help thee,
And save thee life, from enswath'd tarnish,
What little I did, youth o' thee,
Threw thou affections, unto eternal woe,
Reserv'd life, from gaining normality

Thee Glowing Eyne, I Hide In Secrecy

Of her eyne, my eyes a delight,
Which I see, is o' Glowing Eyne,
Crack'd thou heart, of intelligence gain,
Bidding her, t' realize thou love o' thee,
Found thou nowhere, of her heart t' find,
With intelligence gain, thou shal' pass,
Enswath'd in depression, thou heart fill o' hate
Thou wish t' hide, Enswath'd in secrecy

Copyright

nice one bro thas koo

Not a wound of tha flesh.. but closer to my soul…
She has a hold on me but shell never know…
Each time I see her it deals another blow…

Reasons to think why this gal should be..
I get that feelin.. so she could be..
She knows me.. so shes menta be…
Mine

But damn she fine...
Time with her I cherish…
But sometimes I cant handle this…
She to far out ..for me to reel her in…
Shes forbidden…

This is new to me…
Must she do this to me?..
Cant she just set me free?..
I don’t know…
But it wont stop…
Im in heaven.. then im on deaf row
Not knowing what to do but look at tha clock..

Head in tha clouds..
I wana tell her out loud..
Fuck OFF!!
…..
Clouds part.. and I realise
…… Im in love

yet anotha one

Your tears is like weight pushing down against my heart
On top of a bed of daggers, slowly dividing it apart
You try to hide your emotion's like it's all mirrors and smoke
The mirrors give you a reflection, doesn't the smoke make you choke?
I know I caused affliction and excruciation it's obvious
It's like a woman being anorexic and having elephantitis
Your smiles are now deceiving
No longer can we say that seeing is beieving
Everytime we're together I feel like I'm dreaming
I want to balance things out like a gymnast beaming
Take away your pain make things better like a physician
For what I did I'm sorry, I have no intuition
Like bad sex, I never ment to put you in this position
Completing that hole in your heart has always been my ambition
Until your hurt goes away, a cross is in my heart, just call it crucifixion
It creates a hole that's missing you in it
It creates a hole that nobody can fill it
You cloud my mind like stormy nights
Our words are like hands they pack a punch like fist-fights
In this relationship you are always right
You're an angel, you shine bright like sunlight
Your eye's glisten in the dark like the moon is in withdrawal
When you're around my knees go away like they've been called
Cupid struck you with an arrow that holds retarted faith
I guess you can say that this is a thin line between love and hate

don't I write poetry alot

The once unlockable door unlocked

and to my surprise you stood behind it

the only one I wanted to see and confide in

and spend my nights wit

baby you took in so much Bullsh**

I thought the seperation was legit

my words can't express my happiness that you didn't wanna quit

I longed for your return

now I plan to give countless hours on our candle to burn

and hold your hand as our world turns

by the power of love I again will earn

I wasn't perfect

in that you've proven my mistakes

this time let's put the relationship in the oven for a long slow bake

so it can have solid shape

that no man or woman can break

grab hold onto faith

and trust your man

cuz i'll be damned

if I lose my best friend again

I love you

damn......I don't want this club to die someone plz reply

moving on

she walked out of the misty cave,
not only to hear silence.
the air taking its way down her lungs,
not making a sound.
she is frozen, not a moving thing in sight.
hermind breaks down.
lifting out of that world and into another
the broken silence is eerie and weak
sounds want to be heard,
but stay secretive.
suddenly a brisk wind whisks against the girl and into the night
she sees and hears nothing
her mind is breaking down
she doesnt move,
breaking the incredible pattern of silence.
not a finger has moved an inch
then all of a sudden,
the world is pulling away.
the force of it is overwhelming and cant be stopped
everything has been taken away from her that has value
now the world of incompetence must leave along with the rest.
she is alone,
nothing visible to the eyes of rejection
she has lost her everything.
then the scene moves,
she is in space,
that has been long forgotten.
not a person has realized her extent
she has been left behind
an outcast from all the others
alone without direction
left in the footsteps of dust and lonliness
never to be heard of again.
she is not moving and as she begins to notice,
she isnt breathing.
only to find that she hasnt been left behind,
but that she is the one that has gone on without the rest.

-ally g. '05

(i think the form needs more work... what do u think?)

At 10/31/05 07:27 PM, MrCrawford wrote: Hey guys, long time, no post.

Not mine, but i really like it. I'm thinking of writing more stuff like this... more macabre.

yea man we can't let this portal die
I've been writing like hell to keep it alive

~1~

Life

Undying truths of those
Who have departed. The path
Chosen is not always right
But never is it wrong.
The lives lived by those
That succeed, are filled with
Fame and glory; yet the one,
Who suffers for his success,
Is tossed aside to be forgotten
That… is life.

The day ends, as another begins,
For the successful man, whose
Ruined another man, another family
Now nothing more than a memory,
Set aside as the roaches the
Successful man sees them as.
Yet at the end of the day, that same
Man comes home to nothing,
Nothing but the cold chill of
The departed waiting at his door.
He sits, thinks, waits for the end,
But is too afraid of what’s waiting
For him, to bring it along himself.
So he lies in bed, expecting
Another meaningless day, full of money
And greed.
That… is life

The next day comes, yet the man
Does not weep, does not wake.
Just lies, letting the cold hand of the
Departed take him to a life
He had once lived, free of greed
Depression, death, and
The economical chains that now
Bind him to a place he truly
Believed was free.
That… is life

Awakened from the dream,
Pale as a ghost,
The man has finally
come to terms with
The seemingly successful
Man staring back at him,
With the dark, deranged eyes,
Only one who had witnessed death
As many times as he has, could have.
He knew what must be done.
He could never clean his slate,
Never have a clear conscience again
It drilled away at his mind,
Like a power tool, on wood.
That… is life

The cold hand of the departed,
Now lies dormant, on the shoulder,
Of the successful man.
No longer shall he see those
He once loved, cherished.
He looked at the mirror,
With such contentment, that no man
No beast could break him.
Then nothing, not a sound.
The successful man shall
Never be controlled by the success
He once thought was right, the people
Which once had a life of their own
Shall torment him no more.
No longer will he cause the pain,
Which came so natural to him.
That… is death

hope you like!

nice one bro I wuz rele feeling it
keep it up

~1~

At 10/24/05 08:56 PM, Poetic_Reven wrote: We need to keep this crew alive

Yeah, can't let something like this die, but it won't happen. =)

I love writing poetry

Same here. =P

i like this poem cuase it makes me see what i went through and keep on writeing more poems k. heres one that i wrote and it did happen to me in real life hope u like it?

The Darkest Rain
By: Dawn Muriel Burgess

Though all my friends forsaken me;and I feel so all alone,
Remember this "God loves u and is sitting on His throne".
"He'll never forsake u, but will be with u until the end".
They say to me.
When everyone is against u Good's still your dearest Friend.
There'll be times when u don't know what u should do?
Remember that your Father always takes care of u.
When u have so much pain , your health u can't regain,
Remember the Son, Who knows that its always bright after the darkest rain.

been busy but here's my new one.............

Hunched over. . . with Bag conceiling That cold Drink . . .

Wearing Old clothes, He's Dirty, Lazy, Homeless. . . .
Bumb, Poor, Needy, A Vet, A Dreadful Man. . . . .
Mindless of all Society. . . .

Remember In a Desert theres always an Oasis
Wanderer, Surviving the odds. . . .
A Man on his last Stand against the cold Word, sipping That cold Drink

The Scared fear this Man . . . .
The only Dreadful thing about this Man is the People who pity Him

Hunched Over. . . .
Waiting. . . .
Does life Hold Something instore for this Man?

Bais. . . . . Are what some few are. . . . . .
Seeing a man they do not know. . . .

This Dreadful Man is just a Man. . . .
Waiting For His Ride Home . . .
Hard Worker. . . .

Dirty clothes, Drink in hand
Does his Face Disturb them?
Is A Man Described by his Physical features

A Rose Can be Beautiful . . . But It still has thorns

Dreadful

Really . . . . If Eyes Could Feel. . . .
They Would Understand. . . .

A Man Is Just A Man

I'm thinking about joining this club too. Here's my poem:

Born through God,
in grateful November,
with a crimson rod,
on a day to remember.

My fate is not clear,
yet my roots remain,
for there is nothing to fear,
in what i must attain.

But i have one fault,
i don't believe in me,
in God's covenant of salt,
therefore i can never truly see.

I let mystery be my guide,
for in it i confide,
all my dreams that have long since died.

I better provide with some of my own poems here...

-=Disturbed Mind=-

Set fire to the steel birds in the sky
Obey his orders, they must not fly

See no justice, his mind disturbed
All his soldiers curb

Falls down softly making circles of smoke in the air
Eyes full of hatred, the man does not care

He shoots the surrenders, signs of smoke fades in the sky
They fall down motionless, begins to die

A cold morning, their kins cries
Left on a coarse ground, their young son lies...

good ish man u got skillz

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