The poetry thread.

[Czaran]

BobManPerson Wrote:To him, the sky was blue.
The grass green.
An apple red.
He wanted to be an artist so the world could see his creativity.
But soon he was forced to attend school.
School.
To him, school was a funny thing.
A little square room
Full of little square desks
And he was forced to add
And subtract
And write
But never draw
Or sculpt
Or color.
Soon, to him, the sky
It was not blue.
It was grey.
The grass
It no longer had color.
An apple
No longer red.
He no longer had dreams of being an artist
He no longer cared.
He was taught that no one would care.
School
A little square room
Full of little square desks
And his imagination was no longer full of ideas.
It was a square
An uncolored square
With not his ideas, but the school's.
A square.

hackingz websiete threts r kewl
demonater10 iz a fool
tke him srs y i not know
mb cuz u a dum ho

[i-am-the-liquor]

walking,alone
nobody around,
no cars
nothing
in my house
i lie awake
in the corner
there is a shape
i scream out something
it was a dream
i get up,walk to the bahtroom
what a ugly little fuck you are in the mirror
i hope into the shower, bathed in the only comfort of my day
i get dressed, drink a cup of coffee with some brandy
walk to the bus, i get on
i stare out at the interstate, surrounded, yet alone
i get to school, walk the halls till the bell goes.
strange shapes dance infront of me, totaly sober
sweating,heaving,clenching fists, in my head i scream SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP STAIRING!
this goes on, evry day
i get home,go on this machine
getting away from that reality, adn going into another
im still alone, noone online.nobobdy to care
..wheres the rope?

[youvebeenthunderstruck]

Czaran Wrote:

BobManPerson Wrote:To him, the sky was blue.
The grass green.
An apple red.
He wanted to be an artist so the world could see his creativity.
But soon he was forced to attend school.
School.
To him, school was a funny thing.
A little square room
Full of little square desks
And he was forced to add
And subtract
And write
But never draw
Or sculpt
Or color.
Soon, to him, the sky
It was not blue.
It was grey.
The grass
It no longer had color.
An apple
No longer red.
He no longer had dreams of being an artist
He no longer cared.
He was taught that no one would care.
School
A little square room
Full of little square desks
And his imagination was no longer full of ideas.
It was a square
An uncolored square
With not his ideas, but the school's.
A square.

hackingz websiete threts r kewl
demonater10 iz a fool
tke him srs y i not know
mb cuz u a dum ho

Please keep your shit out of the original artwork & writing forum

[Czaran]

youvebeenthunderstruck Wrote:Please keep your shit out of the original artwork & writing forum

If you find it to be Recycle Bin material then split it and move it; however, I will post where I please.

[deadinsideandout]

When night falls
I'll break down the walls
And save you
So u can be free too

[Darthmat]

That was such beautiful poetry... until you replaced 'you' with 'u'. I really loved it up until that point..... and I would if you just changed that.

[deadinsideandout]

Sorry, i was typing really fast and didn't notice. So, here it is with out the just 'u'

When night falls
I'll break down the walls
And save you
So you can be free too

[Darthmat]

B-E-A-UTIFUL!

[Trar]

Haikus rock your socks
They're so awesome, it's mystic
They are my bane, too


I know, that was bad.

[the forgotten]

September 11, 2001

On this day, that so many died
On the year, so many cried,
A day of sadness, strife and grief
So much time seven years ago,
It seems like yesterday
Perhaps it was the war
A way of remembrance
For all those who died
Is that how you want to be in the afterlife
A tool of war
political gain, nothing but a tool
In a presidents game
A cause for war
Perhaps, just one of those who died
Wants to be remembered by peace
Is that not cause to bring our troops home?
That one lone voice
Crying for vengeance
Not with more broken families
More violence
More blood
Perhaps, they want to save
Keep families together
Perhaps, they wouldn't have wanted this
Even upon those who killed them
Would you want to be the cause
Of a family raised without a father
Or a mother, a family who has to stay
As a refugee in some far away place?

A poem that was censored from a school newspaper for being too morbid when they were putting it out on September eleventh

[Darthmat]

That was an amazing poem. I can't believe that was censored either. How dumb-witted can these people be?

[the forgotten]

I didn't think it was too good, but it's a private catholic school, I am not catholic personally, and would be as cheery out as in, but you know.

[Darthmat]

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3183056

Quote:Landscape

There was no hole in the universe
To fit her.
And she knew, even then,
That they would not stretch to comprehend,
For big worlds don't change for little girls
With little voices.
So instead she carved plains
Where once stood mountains,
Dug her valleys deep,
And in her flesh she burnt the words:

I am the landscape that I keep.

[Captain_Katiakicz]

Fallen Tree

I stand within my forest of peers
All day long the wind brushes my hair
Then at last, I'm knocked to the ground
I bend my aching back
Only for it to split in half
Splinters of my thoughts
And my tears cling to broken wood, like sticky sap, a sappy sorry story
Jagged steel brought me to my knees
Every edge that shred into depth...
Those dry scars will remind me
Why this tragedy exists
The bellow of my condesendence
No one heard my plea
As I met the ground
Bright shrubbery sit and stare
Brethren towers stand tall
Laughter, but not joy
At my expense as I perceive it
I'm carried away
Just to be disposed of...
Life

[random_name]

i cant beleive they censored that 9/11 poem. how the hell do you write a cheerful poem about 9/11?

[the forgotten]

xoxoSARAHxoxo Wrote:i cant beleive they censored that 9/11 poem. how the hell do you write a cheerful poem about 9/11?

I could have written cheerfully about how the US had it coming...

[crazy alien]

One, two, three, four, someones knocking on the door but its not for me anymore, I'm a nobody but I'll be somebody someday so it's okay.
Five, six, seven, eight, I'm too late, I had my chance and now its gone away, maybe I'll have a chance again someday.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, this is hell, my whole life I'm waiting for the next bell.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, why is everyone so mean?
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, reasons to be mad, i've got plenty but nobody cares what i say, I'm troubled, I'm wrong in every way. I hope things will be better someday.

[random_name]

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I�ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost


from the start of stephenie meyer, eclipse.

[Darthmat]

crazy alien Wrote:One, two, three, four, someones knocking on the door but its not for me anymore, I'm a nobody but I'll be somebody someday so it's okay.
Five, six, seven, eight, I'm too late, I had my chance and now its gone away, maybe I'll have a chance again someday.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, this is hell, my whole life I'm waiting for the next bell.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, why is everyone so mean?
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, reasons to be mad, i've got plenty but nobody cares what i say, I'm troubled, I'm wrong in every way. I hope things will be better someday.

The rhyming is quite good, like, really good. But the syllables are highly inconsistent and near ruin it.

[crazy alien]

I just write what comes into my head, so it doesnt always have alot of form.

[Barbara]

I'm not sure if this is exactly a poem - maybe just a sort of written piece - anyway - written at the end of my first semester of college -

What are you teaching me?

What are you teaching me? Tell me teacher. Do you remember? You were training me I think. Preparing me with an empty shroud of acceptablility, a fake impression of evidenced support, a haunting uncertainty of accountability. Academia. Tell me teacher. Are my apostrophes correct, my sources cited, my thesis direct? Have I always been on time? Am I silent on command? And also - Tell me teacher. Do I speak on your command? Write on your deadlines, your formats, and subjects? Respond to your questions. Have I given you my voice? Given it away. Teacher. Tell me teacher. Am I trying? Have I read? Was I careful? Have I thought? Tell me, because I can no longer judge, you must evaluate.

Tell me teacher. Because I know you are preparing me for the world out there. Will I please the boss? What are those powers that be looking for? Is it English? Is it projects? Or only manners, a firm hand shake? Tell me teacher. I have only a four year respite, but you would not have me rest. I must prepare. But it is not you who makes these decisions. I know. It is not you. It is just your class. I must be hired and teacher, teacher, you must judge. Will I be wanted?

Tell me teacher. What of words? Will they someday be mine to command or must they always belong to the dictionary. And questions, teacher? When may I ask the ones that matter? When we have time teacher. But when is time? Tell me teacher. What is the difference between a lecture and a guided discussion? I would not want to speak, if it were not yet my turn? But -Tell me teacher. You teach the subject. So when will they offer a class on my questions? When will the subject include my life? No, teacher you are, as always, right. Let’s stick with the books. Just - Tell me teacher? Can books lie? And then what of you teacher? Do you lie? And if you lie, how shall I know? Who shall I tell? How shall I speak? When I am stuck here waiting, waiting just to be acknowledged. But that is youth.

Tell me teacher. Of independence. Is it a privilege? Subject to availability? And choice, teacher? Only a reward? Or perhaps just a non-essential? Teacher, if we have time left over. Tell me teacher. What of understanding? Is that a privilege also? How can you know what people think in Africa? In Asia? How can you know what those people feel, but not know that I am angry? I am bored. In your classroom teacher you are oblivious. The children laugh behind your back. So tell me teacher. Why are they embarrassed to speak in front of you? Why do they care for your evaluation? You’re awfully smart teacher. And I know nothing of the world. An entire life in school for that very nothing, and still you say I pass inspection. Then, teacher may I ask a question? Just one question, because I know that you are busy. Tell me teacher. How will we ever get along, when I cannot speak and you teacher, you cannot listen?

[magikarp]

We were new once.
Breath came easy,
The world was gentle,
And the stars close.

Sleep had to wait
A little longer
For our minds to slow,
And the night to still.

It's time for bed.
Fuck this.

I couldn't think of an ending, but I think that one is sort of funny. =P

[Vatman]

fist_of_doom Wrote:We were new once.
Breath came easy,
The world was gentle,
And the stars close.

Sleep had to wait
A little longer
For our minds to slow,
And the night to still.

It's time for bed.
Fuck this.

I couldn't think of an ending, but I think that one is sort of funny. =P

Beautiful flow, who knows fist, we may make a romantic of you yet...

[Milk2Go]

AN HERO

I'm having trouble finding my iPod Nano, 16-gig
And it seems as though my penis isn't very big
My friends have left me
For that popular jock
For all I care, they can go suck a cock
I'm emo and depressed
Got homework and I'm stressed
And I'm going to an hero today
Going to find a nice gun
I'm going to have some fun
Going to self-pwn myself IRL
I hope I'm not going to Hell

A TRIBUTE TO COLUMBINE

4/20 is the day I will have it my way
4/20 is the day I'll show them I'm not gay
4/20 is the day I'll have my fun
4/20 is the day I've got a loaded gun

[rocker guy]

Life is a game that never ends
Life is a story with no end
Until we meet again my friend
Until we meet again

Waitin' for an angel to come save me
Hopin' for her to rescue me from today
Fly down from the heavens, across the sky
As we go, I'll look down and wave goodbye

Until we meet again

[Fuckthesystem]

"Heartless"

Words are not needed
Your blood will do just fine
A wonder it is knowing
That your head will be all mine
You say i'm full of shit
That I just don't have the balls
I will make you realize
By splattering your brains all over these walls
You fucked that dude next door
Man, what a mistake
It is your legs, and your arms
Then your neck that I will break
Enough of the death threats
After all, talk is cheap
I stuck the silver in so hard
My, my, oh so deep
I tried to go for your heart
But I could already see
You never had a heart
Not after what you did to me

[monkey]

Funny and sad at the same time, I like it.

[Fuckthesystem]

Thank you.

Here's another :

It also has murderous 'lyrics.'

"I Hate Your Kind" by Fuckthesystem


It's a beautiful night
You just made it ugly
What a worthless girl
Compliments such a worthless world
What a worthless girl
What a worthless girl...

I don't usually do this
But you triggered something inside
You made me realize
How much I hate your kind

What do you have against men?
What did I ever do to you?
I called you pretty
I really meant it too
You called me a boy
Told me i'm just like the rest
Ditto, you bitch
You're nothing more than a dyke princess

You want things to heat up?
See the hottest thing you've ever seen?
Take that tongue out of her pussy, whore
I'll show you what I mean

Meet my best friend
The only friend i've ever known
The friend that cuts inside of you
Only stops when it reaches the bone

I call this bad boy Silver
And he takes absolutely no shit
You'll only meet him once
If I tell you why
You'll throw a fit

I chased you through this town
This holds too many memories
I've finally found the cure
One out of 1,000 remedies
To end your life
It's my only goal
Keep running baby
Let the good times roll

Stab, stab, stab
Juke, juke, juke
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Puke, puke, puke

Stab, stab, stab
Juke, juke, juke
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Puke, puke, puke

Game over
I knew you would lose
Your life was a failure
But in my life
It t'was you
who lit the fuse


I still hate your kind
Your kind...



And no, i'm not a homophobe, I was just pissed at someone who was a lesbian.

[Swift]

Tribute to Anarchy

Revolution! Revolution!
Was in the air!
Determined to fight where liberty went wear!
But revolution was struck halt in Nationalist glare!
When the Fascists lowered their bombs from air

Swastika-driven men, with the Condor planes,
As they strengthened the revolution's chains,
The Brigades of the world's bloody remains,
Piled a wall to chances of victorious campaigns

"Resist, resist!" rung in the heroes' head,
Before them and comrades were gunned dead.

Further the Spanish State grew,
The more revolution went askew,
Finally the revolution threw their last screw ,
At Ebro, they had their very last Pursue

The corpse of Revolution lies in debris,
Its heart, with the Bourgeoisie,
Its mind in the sea,
But Revolution's spirit lies in you, and in me.

[Kitteneater]

Headliner- about that 12 year old kid that hung himself-

On rope and twine
watch him swing
so much for
southern hospitality

Benjamin dear, how was your day?
Okay.
Oh, okay.

For all the love and care momma gives
him,
she couldn't protect him from the eyes of prejudice.

Benjamin dear,
just drift off and leap,
swing on the rope you've carefully tweaked.