Here's something I made up in a few minutes,

Love pops up when you least expect it
Next thing you know, your looking at a girl's butt and tits
Love makes you want to stick it inside her in every possible way
Love makes you think about ridin' everyday
It makes you think about sexual interaction
It makes you want that special satisfaction
Love makes you think about marriage and sex
Who knows when you'll be next

I just made this up. It's about what love makes you feel.

At 11/29/05 09:24 PM, BlindPilots wrote:

At 11/29/05 09:19 PM, Vertigo200 wrote:

At 11/29/05 09:16 PM, Vertigo200 wrote: Concrete feelings

Bloody Newgrounds automatic editing to posts... It took away all my spacing! Now my little poem has become quite pathetic, for the empty space that would convey meaning has become lost.

Superfluous spacing is just for grammatically chalenged dolts who can't convey a message without generating a brain tumor.

I won't bother to argue how the appropriate use of spacing can convey more messages than it seems, because, to be honest, I'm not sure the effort would be worth it. So, instead, I'll resort to that most infuriating and fallacious of tactics, humor.

<Begin fallacy>
Grammatically challenged dolts? This from an alleged 14-year-old male who has posted the following (recently):
ewww, somewhere in ethiopia: (Thats the whole, only post in a topic)
stfu you jealous noob. I'm in the dicktionary too.
I would've done it too. Crazy Frog gets friekin' annoying.
Need I continue?
<End fallacy>

As I said, it doesnt prove anything, but extremely satisfying.

And gumOnShoe, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I dont have any web page where I can link. In any case, it was just a spur of the moment thing and it probably can hold its own without the spacing, so judge it freely.

Es el silencio de mil palabras prisioneras

En el espacio blanco de tu silueta,

Preñadas de soledad, abultadas de horas viejas,

Húmedas de gotas saladas

Transitadas en surcos diminutos

En un rostro ajado de instantes,

Es el silencio

Un eco de tenues latidos,

De respirar cansado en coches incontables

Trajeadas de insomnio transparente

Turbadas por la vigilia de la espera.

Es el silencio.

Bulle mi sangre congelada

Al son de fiestas ajenas

Es el silencio

compañero del hastío

de tu forma confusa en mi delirio

Vuelas por la calle negra

Iluminada con la luz del farol sumiso.

Es el silencio

Roto por la ruidosa sirena de la prisa

Vestido con la ausencia de tu voz

Crece la angustia en el espacio tibio

¡Tus pasos, sin números!...

impregnados de neblinas de las horas tempranas

llenos de instantes no vividos

Coloreados con pinceles efímeros

Volátiles como tu irrealidad

Es el mismo silencio de tu mano fatigada de quehaceres

De la impavidez cruda de la búsqueda incesante

Es el silencio

De las letras de oro

De las fechas sin plazos

De los soles de colores opacos

Símil de tu palidez

Del sudor helado de tus sienes

De la mirada rígida de cataratas sin caídas

Es el silencio

de tu cabello escaso de claridad

Aferrado a la sombra

de una noche ocre

Tus manos dibujadas en el tiempo

La mías aturdidas en el silencio…

At 11/29/05 10:34 PM, gumOnShoe wrote: Now I have to pull out my spanish --> english dictionary lol

I understand a lot of it surprisingly enough though

I'm not good with poetry in English...

This is my best, I guess...

So my lonely heart travels back in time
Holding up the moments we held each
Other close, getting lost in the moments
I got lost in your eyes and your kisses
Made me fly.

And all I can think is about holding you,
but time is a merciless companion and
even I wish that the time we spent
together would have turned into eternity
time goes by.

And so all I have to keep me warm in my
Lonely cold nights is the memory burned
Into my my mind, burned in my brain by
The heat of our love, burned by your sweet
Kisses.

My eyes closed I lay here imagine your
Sweet face in front of me, imagine your
Bumping heart close to mine, your soft
Fingertips running over my face playing
With my hair.

And all that keeps me up is seeing the time
Run by while I wait to see you again and so
This time I wish the time would shrink to
Seconds. But the time is a merciless companion
Running slow.

So time is what keeps us up, time is what keeps
Us apart, time is what makes the distance shrink
Time is what we spent together and what we curse
Waiting for each other. So isnt time like love,
hurt and joy all together?

This is something I wrote back when my girlfriend and I broke up last spring. Good news is we got back together after five days of being apart lol SWEET!

Spring time, why won't she come
I wanna feel you, It's been so long
Familiar like in a dream, Like falling without the scream
Had high hopes, Now my heart rips at the seams
My eyes holding back the streams

When I kiss you, I miss you
When I kiss you, Your distant going
Farther and farther and farther away

The water burns, The tears I've never cried
How many times you said I love you and lied
When it ended you cried and cried
I didn't know how to say goodbye
I just walked away and inside I died

When I said I was okay I lied
I hid my sadness
Fell into my madness
And locked myself away
My friends said you should pay
But inside I still loved you anyway

The memories in my mind
Burned in there by time
Never knew love fades away
But thats why you didn't stay

When I kiss you, I miss you
When I kiss you, Your distant going
Farther and farther and farther away
Farther and farther and gone?

If were still on the love topic.(too lazy to read all posts)
I'll enter.(considering all my good ones I left in my notebook that Ieft in my locker >.<)

I guess I'll use the best one in my crap poem notebook.

Cracked But Not Broken

With my broken heart I seem to weep
Through the cracks it seems I seep

My heart is cracked in two
and only you can fix it
I have no clue what to do when I'm around you
Your beauty strikes me puzzled and you mind drives me crazy

If there was any way to make you love me
You should know of course I would do it

I love the way you smile
It really drives me wild

If I knew that you loved me
I would be the happiest man and not take anything for granted

But,tomorrow
I'll be singing sorrow
Because I know your feelings for me
And I don't wanna be let down...again and again.

oh my turn i rock

blow by me love
screaming my name like an open wound
bleeding from the inside
rotting away the soft flesh
of a lover who is laying half naked on the stained carpet
smoke pouring out of his drooling mouth
waiting for me to fulfill his dreams of sadistic tournament
and molestation games
like little girls, giggling horribly in the darkness
as you blow by me love
screaming my name

Ah, good to see alot of new poetry out there. ;-)

I will discuss all questions with the judges later tonight so we will get a fair decision. =)

Untill then, keep on writing folks! d^_^b

Roses are red
Tulips Are Blue
Sugar is Sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilting
The tulips are dead
Sugar bowl is empty
And so is your head.

This is something I wrote based on feelings of a past experience. It was tough getting back into that mindset for a number of reasons, but here it is. I call this poem "Rekindled."

Fires kept close burn hottest, it's true;
Consuming the mind and emotions through.
But your touch is the bellows that fans into flame
Pitiful coals which your flare can reclaim.

Phoenix emerges a blaze from the black,
Burning the night and the day all away.
Combusting all time, all worry, all lack.
Consuming all want in fiery foray.

No fire of mine was not first ignited
By enkindled embrace or conflagrant kiss,
Engulfing my heart which I had thought blighted.
A raging inferno of burning bliss.

Burn bright incandescent coals of concupiscence;
Rage high passionate pyre of innocence;
Scorch clouds with fervor so vibrant and full;
Sear the heavens; burn until the sun grows dull.

A LOVE POEM: I loved her more than I could possibly tell! She left me, and my heart went straight to Hell! Lonliness was my only friend. My heart would not mend. Bought a ticket and off I flew. Plane landed. Off I went to the home of her new boyfriend, Drew. Win her back, I could. Quite handsome, didn't look like Charlie Manson! Soon she would see the love I still had. Then she'd come back to me! But it wasn't just a fling! She answered the door wearing a wedding ring! Killed them both! And their home I started to wreck. No reason. What the heck? The System did fail. Got out of jail! Her funeral I did miss. Showed up at her grave, and took a piss! I think I'm insane. Won't even bother to tell you that bitch's name. - THE END.

Sorry, just wanted to say that my poem is a work of fiction. I'm a nice guy. Hopefully none of the female Mods will ban me. Thank You!

At 11/29/05 08:12 PM, naojason wrote: Although I notice that Earfetish posted a very randy one as well now. ;)

Yeah I'd still reckon it was about love.

At 11/30/05 03:59 AM, StarF68 wrote: Oh god damnit! I just wrote something pretty long, and I was almost done, when something happened and the page changed. I went back in the hopes that it would still be there, but it wasn't. >.<

Damn, that has happend to me aswell. Alot of times. Because of that, I copy most of my posts before I post them and while writing war poems and stuff because of the chance to lose everything... =/

Oh well, I'll write a new one some other time, perhaps tomorrow.

Yeah, get back to it right away! :-)

It was a very intresting poem too by the way. =)

Since you can post two poems for each stage of the competion, here's another one, also a spur of the moment thing (and this time, no "unecessary" spacing):

[R]omantic [N]otions
(or how I started loving the bomb)

Sweet smells are about, and here
That burning feeling comes
And all is forgiven, in a flash
No more evil, for tis undone

Live life renewed after this
Even if ere there was calm
You know that dullness is a curse, and
Knowledge can be harm

A coldness arises in the air,
I feel my breathe, it warms my heart.
I lose my image for a matter of moments,
yet I eternally shall claim my soul.

The blood rushes in now,
I feel my heart pumiping.
The ectasy is in effect,
my mind draws a blank.

So many questions.
So little answers.
We question why
we put ourselves through this torture.

We risk our sanity,
for moments of clarity.
We war with our loved ones,
just for brief peace.
We will sacrafice who we are
just for a chance at love.

I feel philisophical,
I can judge the world like I have never been able to do.
Each thought killed,
by anticipation of the next.

Who we are?
Why are we here?
Why do we live?
Why do we love?
How did we get here?

In the end, we just want to be happy.
Satisfaction through self-sacrafice.
Tears of Joy, Smiles of Pain.
All part of the game.
Of love and life.

At 11/29/05 07:14 PM, Earfetish wrote: Love? I've not experienced love. I'll bang something out for shits and giggles.

Fuckin win.

a poem called shurikens

flying through the air
(shurikens)
cutting through some bears
(shurikens)
wat gets in my way
(shurikens)
too afraid to say
(shurikens)
its sliced through my throat
(shurikens)
now im slumped dead in a boat
(shurikens)
thanks a lot you bloody shurikens

Mine sounded better in my head.

It sucks.

already did it.
use the search bar next time please.

http://newgrounds.co../topic.php?id=361821

At 11/30/05 05:13 PM, _ashley_ wrote: already did it.
use the search bar next time please.

http://newgrounds.co../topic.php?id=361821

Not the same thing. Your thread was open-ended, each round of this contest will have a different topic.

At 11/30/05 05:13 PM, _ashley_ wrote: already did it.

I know that you have already done it once (Which does not mean that you can not do it again as new people gets the chance to contribute and win), I even contributed with a poem of my own.

And on second note, your competition was extremely unsystematic.

bump

And on second note, your competition was extremely unsystematic.

ok im sorry

heres a poem it's called winter's whim

I can smell the hot chocolate from a mile away
I just wish it were there to stay

I can see the children making angels
On a rooftop I can see the icicles dangle

Winter is here,joy to all
It has put an end to fall

Although it's joyful when winter comes around
It has its ups, and has its downs

The blizzards will blow and keep you in
The cold may also freeze your skin

It does have its ups too
Like staying in and eating hot stew

winter is leaving very fast
Be sure to enjoy it while it lasts

At 11/30/05 05:28 PM, _ashley_ wrote: ok im sorry

Hmmm. I am just trying to say that just because a thread or the similarity of a thread has been made before, it does not mean that another one alike it can't be made again.

And by the way, I liked your poem, but the topic is love poems. In the first round of the competition, the poem must be a love poem (Read through the rules of the first post).

And now for the animals gone away

the farmers have some fun
when they fuck their sheep up the bum
they try to crawl and wiggle away
but its farmers appreciation day today

the animals gone away
the animals gone away
o shit theyve actually gone away

now the farmers have no fun
no animals to fuck up the bum
no good days or parades
as the animals have gone away

the animals have gone away
the animals have gone away
so the farmers go emo and cut themsleves.

Hmmm, you might not have noticed, but the topic is love poems not sex.

And keep the vulgarity down, alright?

And let us from now on read the rules and not misunderstand "love poems" with "make love poems". Alright?

At 11/30/05 05:15 PM, Gunter45 wrote:

At 11/30/05 05:13 PM, _ashley_ wrote: already did it.
use the search bar next time please.

http://newgrounds.co../topic.php?id=361821

Not the same thing. Your thread was open-ended, each round of this contest will have a different topic.

Anyone know when the next round starts and what the subject matter will be?

At 11/30/05 05:43 PM, Monolock wrote: Anyone know when the next round starts and what the subject matter will be?

When it happens, it happens. Patience.

At 11/30/05 05:45 PM, Gunter45 wrote:

At 11/30/05 05:43 PM, Monolock wrote: Anyone know when the next round starts and what the subject matter will be?

When it happens, it happens. Patience.

The topic for the next round should at least be posted! I came up with my love poem in the spur of the moment. But others who post need time to be creative.