View Full Version : All new and improved poetry thread

December 6th, 2005, 6:17 AM
I'll post up my older poetry later, if I feel like it. For now, well, here's something new. Enjoy.

And lo! before him an angel stood
And she on gossamer wings drew near
The man stood still, low'red his hood
To take a breath, swallow his fear

A rose in one hand, the other a blade
The man's eyes widened, seeing his choice
Then feeling sore afraid
Lifted his eyes, lifted his voice

The rose he took, his hand tremb'ling
She smiled on him with love consuming
His own wings grew, then he flew
So narrowly avoided their undoing

December 7th, 2005, 4:08 PM
A preface to an essay I'm writing.

Prison Urbana

Concrete bars that lock me in.
Gravity is law and flow a sin.
Life runs low below the sky
And only a few care to try
To fly, to fly.

I take wing on life with no doubt.
Take wing on the life others are without.
Concrete bars mean naught to me
Take hold on your life and you will see
That I'm free, that I'm free.

December 8th, 2005, 5:11 PM
Yay, the super poet is back in action! ^^ Anywho, great new poems, and nice imagery. They give me hope.....

December 12th, 2005, 2:26 PM
No real theme or purpose to this one. Just an idea that finally found its way out.

World Wide Open

Walls of fear enshroud my mind.
Hurt and confused I whirl to find
Myself, standing alone and true.
And by his side, I see you.

Perhaps there's a difference between him and me.
Something he, not I, can see.
Whatever it is, it sets him free.

Something that I never knew.
That our hearts beat as one,
You and I, ever so true.
My life is over and his has begun.

What fear there was drops away.
I can see again, the light of day.
It was something that I always knew,
That my world's wide open,
Open with you.

December 13th, 2005, 8:14 PM
Once again, I have to say that you are very talented at poetry(sorry that this comes from someone who doesn't know a verse from a line X3). Anyway, this is, again, a glimmer of hope in this dismal and confusing world of ours. I owe you one.....

December 17th, 2005, 9:55 AM
Written while looking out the window today.

Drifting and sifting
Through cold, crisp air
Winging and singing
And my brethren are there

Always we're falling
But spirits we raise
Always we're falling
Through cold winter's haze

Silently laughing
As I drop to the ground
Unconciously crafting
A puzzle profound

With siblings and parents
Joined hand in hand
My journey there ends
Unity 'cross the land

December 17th, 2005, 10:36 AM
It's all so inspirational... 0o0 It's also given me ideas for pictures. n_n Anyways, nice (nice being an understatment) poetry, Jakie-sama. I can't write poems to save my life, so I bow down to thee! *worships*

December 17th, 2005, 1:49 PM
Yep yep. We are not worthy! O_O; Like Saphi-chan said, deeply, deeply, inspirational stuff. Eh.... you won't hold it against us that we ate you, will you now, Jake? :nervous: *hides*

December 19th, 2005, 1:06 PM
Written about some cooking I did today.

Waiting For The Butter To Soften
We've all been told sometimes
That patience is a virtue,
No matter how hard to find.
Especially in the kitchen,
Waiting for the butter to soften.

I want to continue my hectic life.
Instead of staring out the window,
Idly toying with a tomato knife.
It takes a lot of patience,
Waiting for the butter to soften.

Outside the window, a bird sings.
In the cold of Colorado December,
The relief it brings quite fleeting.
While I sit in the kitchen,
Waiting for the butter to soften.

Without realizing it, I'm pensive,
In this modern life of mine.
My quiet joy extensive.
As I listen to birdsong,
Not waiting for butter to soften.

December 19th, 2005, 1:44 PM
n_n I know EXACTLY how you feel. I don't have enough patience for cooking, either. Almost burnt the house down cooking some waffles. (half-way on purpose....)

Anyways.... Yeah. Great poetry, as usual. n_n And... You're not going to hold it against Amy and I, are you? o_o

December 19th, 2005, 2:04 PM
Not at all. We all have our gifts, poetry happens to be one of mine.

December 19th, 2005, 2:11 PM
No, we meant the eating you thing.

Happens to be? IS your gift. *reads over* Hnnn.... Ideas for drawings...

December 19th, 2005, 2:48 PM
Yes, IS. I am glad Saphi-chan is here, because I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to dominate this thread or something. Anyway, great poem as always, and I. Can. Relate. *can't even wait five extra seconds to cook toast right* n_n'

December 19th, 2005, 10:57 PM
*reads peoms and as i do my eyes widen* it is all good except for one thing. IT RYMES!!!! NOW IT IS STUCK IN MY HEAD!!! I HATE RYMES!!!! YAAAAHHH!!! *runs around and runs into a tree* X.x

December 21st, 2005, 1:53 PM
Written today at a rather bittersweet moment.

The Last Day
It was today the we had to say goodbye.
Today that we severed the bonds that tie.
Today walking out, we all gave a sigh.
Because today was the last day.

Today the sun shone bright and hot.
Bringing summer to a time that's not.
And for a time we all forgot
That today was the last day.

Today we laughed like we always do.
And today, like always, our souls flew.
But today also, we were through.
As today was the last day.

But the last day comes and the last day goes.
And we've found something that no one else knows.
That because of the class we all chose.
Today will never be the last day.

December 21st, 2005, 3:58 PM
Eeeee, I lurve it!! *suddenly feeling rather calmed, and/or happy* Your poems have a tendoncy to do that, Jakie-sama. I worship you!!

December 23rd, 2005, 6:06 PM
*reads peoms and as i do my eyes widen* it is all good except for one thing. IT RYMES!!!! NOW IT IS STUCK IN MY HEAD!!! I HATE RYMES!!!! YAAAAHHH!!! *runs around and runs into a tree* X.x
Well, that is a style choice. It's what he chose to write in, not what he thought would please everyone else. Anyway....

What is there to say that Saphi-chan hasn't said? Latest is calming/freeing/perfect, like usual. WORSHIP!!!!!! *bows incessantly*

December 26th, 2005, 8:39 AM
Written yesterday, thinking about my soulmate.

Our First Christmas
It has never seemed quite fair
To feel you beside me
But reaching over, feeling only air
And it never has seemed quite right
That our bodies are seperate
But our souls are so tight

But today by the tree
As paper flies
The gift you gave
Sets me free

With it wrapped around
I can feel your arms
To shelter me
Save me from harm
This day that I dreaded
For sheer want of you
Has given me joy
As our souls flew

January 2nd, 2006, 3:38 PM
For a friend. No, for one of my family.

If You Leave
What you mean to me you cannot know
So if I cannot tell, I will show
I remember the day when we first met
I remember the way you hadn't realized yet
(Just what you were, who you are)

And I talked to you
And I talk to you

You still have hope, you haven't failed
I only hope you haven't sailed
(On a ship of fire beyond the horizon)

If you leave, the world goes dark
If you leave without making your mark
You can come back, and this I know
I still couldn't tell, I just couldn't show
(Everything you are)

January 3rd, 2006, 9:03 PM
Written for... Well, everyone close to me, but three people in particular.

Thoughts on Love
When daarkness surrounds
And evil thoughts sound
Its screeching battle cry
You don't stand alone
And you're not on your own
Frinds and lovers let their standard fly

The stand alongside you
They stand proud and true
To pick you up every time you fall
To answer your most desperate call
To keep you from eternal thrall
This feeling, their love is true
All that can be said
Is that they love you

January 3rd, 2006, 9:43 PM
*hugs* I love them all. Especially the last one.

January 13th, 2006, 5:48 PM
The season of Winter-een-mas is upon us, so I'm reposting this in celebration.

The Winter-een-mas Poem
Once upon this Winter-een-mas dreary,
I stalked about Blood Gulch, quite weary.
My eye trace 'round the map, and there,
My favored weapon! I grab it! Beware.
Shotgun in hand and a glint in my eye,
I hunt down another n00b and let fly.
A babble of 1337speak comes onto my screen.
Silent, I stalk into the teleporter, glowing green.
A melee attack to the skull as they respawn.
I check my clock, still six hours 'til dawn.

And so, spirit of Winter-een mas fresh in my mind,
I resign from the server, just to be kind.
Normally, n00b-killing is fun.
But they deserve a chance, so I turn tail and run.

Welcome, Winter-een-mas, have fun here.
May your spirit be in my gaming gear.
For one holy week, you have shown
That a sniper-****** need not always pwn.
That rocket-whores are not all bad
And that gaming is not "just a fad."
Welcome, Winter-een-mas, have fun here.
May your spirit be in my gaming gear.

January 13th, 2006, 6:58 PM
Yay, n00b-shooting! *shoots self* Ahem... *launches back into serious mode* If you were wondering, I was trying to avoid commenting on "If You Leave".... *quiet*

January 15th, 2006, 11:33 AM
Shoot ze n00bs.... DIE!!!!

January 20th, 2006, 5:10 PM
I'm writing the next few based off of ideas from the Battle for Barthis concert in Dominic Deegan (see sig). Here's the first.

Cry Wolf and Howl
The boy who cried it,
He cried it for love.
Cried it and screamed,
To the heavens above.
Yeah, God he wept,
And the Godess, she cried.
And the boy down below
Cried wolf and he died!

So cry wolf and howl!
Cry wolf and scream!
Yeah, cry wolf and howl!
Wake up from your dream!

Yeah, love broke his heart,
Or he broke it himself.
And the girls he knew
Put that heart on the shelf.
So scream for his pain!
Scream for his death!
The boy who cried Wolf,
And cried out his breath.

So cry wolf and howl!
Cry wolf and scream!
Yeah, cry wolf and howl!
Wake up from your dream!

Yeah, cry wolf and SCREAM!

January 20th, 2006, 6:53 PM
Meh likie!! I've accidentally come up with a tune for it.... o_o ..... Yay for Dominic Deegan!!! And all those other peoples!

January 20th, 2006, 10:17 PM
Yes, yay indeed. For Dominic, and Spark, and...uh...everyone else that poem represents. n_n; Death! Screaming! Exclamation points! W00t!!! *pounces on Jake and Saphira* DEATH FROM ABOOOVE!!!!!! *giggles*

January 22nd, 2006, 7:59 AM
Second one.

Crash my Couch Fort
Oh, baby, can't you see?
That my sofa's my sanctuary.
It's made of pillows and it's really soft.
So when I'm down, it's helps keep me aloft.
Yeah, it's my couch fort!
(Couch fort!)
Yeah, it's my couch fort!

So, oh baby, please oh please,
Keep away, 'cuz I'm on my knees.
You crashed my couch fort!
(Couch fort!)
You crashed my couch fort!

I've got a cat, and I've got some juice,
Oh, baby, can't you see the truth.
Here I'm safe, yeah, here I can hide!
In here baby, I'm warm it night.
'Til you crashed my couch fort!
(Couch fort!)
You crashed my couch fort!

So, oh baby, please oh please,
Keep away, 'cuz I'm on my knees.
You crashed my couch fort!
(Couch fort!)
You crashed my couch fort!

(Kickass guitar solo)

(Repeat chorus)

Come on honey, won't you come inside?
In my couch fort, take her for a ride.
There's so much here for us to do,
Come on baby, I'm begging you,
To crash my couch fort!
(Couch fort!)
Oh, crash my couch fort!

January 23rd, 2006, 2:12 PM
'Scool. I'm...uh...out of comments. o_o; *builds couch fort*

January 24th, 2006, 4:52 PM
*plays broken guitar* Gregory's couch fort! I used to make those with Kimmy all the time.

January 24th, 2006, 7:25 PM
*walks in and watches from afar, very , very , very , very , very far away.( about 3 miles)* i hope this gives them enough space... * ssilently starts working on a short story*

January 24th, 2006, 7:30 PM
Midnight Shadow, that was spam. *growls* Please do not spam up Jake's thread...

January 24th, 2006, 11:41 PM
*cries* no matter what i do i annoy people. im just trying tto be nice to people and not annoy any one....

January 25th, 2006, 4:43 PM
Don't post if you aren't saying anything about the poems, simple as that. Don't mean to be harsh, but if you spam Jake's thread you WILL annoy us...

January 25th, 2006, 5:08 PM
i wont, im sorry.... im soo depressed... i see you got your self visable again. congretulations.how did you find out? did dominic tell you.( not a joke, trying to be on topic.....*cries*)

January 25th, 2006, 5:39 PM
Here's the third.

Our Blue Angel
Stormwinds howled
On the day we met you
Soul-forged hatred
Took the hour
'Til your light shone through
But you're something special
You're something right
Our blue angel
Shelters us from the night

Our savior, our judge
Our strength, your life's blood
And from our strife
Came his life
For your sacrifice

(repeat chorus)

Chaos ripped through our hearts
Until we found the storm's eye
Guardian of the Spheres
You destroyed our fears
And let our hearts forever fly
And you're something special
You're something right
Our blue angel
Shelters us from the night

(repeat chorus)

January 27th, 2006, 8:01 PM
Whee! That one dude who's name I have forgotten!

Our Blue Angel...

February 2nd, 2006, 8:58 PM
Lol, I think you mean Klo Tark? XD Anyway, I haven't replied to this because I haven't been sure what to say. This poem is beautiful. It will haunt me...

Guardian of the Spheres
You destroyed our fears
And let our hearts forever fly....

February 27th, 2006, 3:29 PM
One of my poems for my Poetry class. Somewhat more playful than most others. It's from the POV of a catgirl.

Come Play With Me
Kacho, please come play with me.
I'm so cute and lonely, surely you see.
Kacho, nibble my ears for me.
For I can't reach, that you can see.

Kacho, please come snuggle with me.
I feel so cold, need you next to me.
Kacho, come and be with me.
For with you, Kacho, I am free.

March 2nd, 2006, 7:23 AM
Parkour poetry. Freestyle, of course. :P

My lover, she's rough
Hard, cold
Her kisses hurt
As I flip vault run
Away from everything and
Up the wall
and over the wall
And off the wall back down
To flow
Because I'm liquid
And you're solid
The world'solid
To let me flow free
Spinning over the rail
Freely on cement
My lover hurts

March 5th, 2006, 5:50 PM
Merf, I never get around to commenting on these... x.x *smacks herself*

The first one's cute and light. ^-^ Indeed, it's a lot more playful than usual. It makes me happy. =3

The second, also nice. It gives one that freeing, confident feeling that they can do anything, go anywhere. A sense of freedom...it's really a wonderful feeling, no?

Your usual inspirational treasure. *looks forward to more* *-*

March 14th, 2006, 6:22 PM
Freestyle/inspirational poem. Similar essay to follow in Other Writing.

When All The Good Books Have Been Read

I. Reading
“Don’t read that,” they say
“It’s not good for your mind
Your mind is so beautiful.
Good books.”
They give you the good books
But the good books aren’t good
So read
Your good books
All of the
Ones that make sense
In your beautiful
(slightly rainbow-hued)

II. Writing
Your good books
Have all been read and
Re-read and
Re-read and
Re-read again with their
Broken spines
Maybe you should pity them
But you don’t
They’re the good books
They’re all gone
What do you do when
Good books have all been
Read and
I know what you do
When all of
The good books have
Been read
All you do is
Write the next one

March 14th, 2006, 9:31 PM
Heheheheh. I can SO relate. *laughs* When I'm moaning that all the good books are old and how much I miss reading them for the first time and wish there were more, my mom comments that someday I'll write one better than any of them. n_n But, ahem, I seem to have wandered off. Anyway, quite inspirational, yes indeed...makes me feel creative again...my semi-confidence is returning. *runs off to read/write*

March 26th, 2006, 8:47 AM
*laughs* Heard SOME of these, have I, Kacho-chan? I think maybe I heard ONE!

Anyways, they were wonderful poems, as per usual. You're good, and you know it, so why do I sit here and keep telling you?

Eh, maybe it's cuz I love ya! :P

April 7th, 2006, 2:24 PM
Written for my poetry class.

Seven Things I've Learned In Poetry
(But Not Necessarily About It)

A paper airplne looks much cooler
If you dare to fold it lengthwise.

A soda bottle can be dismantled
With just your fingers or
Maybe a pen-knife.

Spare and Aerosmith
Really don't mix
(At least in class).

I found out one day that
A root beer can likes to interrupt class
If it's friends with me.

On Open Mic Day, I learned that people
Can be impressed by insignificant things.
Like the time(s) I vaulted onstage.

I also learned that I can't ****
(say or do)
Around Ms. Hall.

I learned that maybe
(but just maybe)
Poemtry is a way of life and
That all of these things are
In its cirriculum.

April 7th, 2006, 2:33 PM
*giggles* Ah the free verse. *laughs* You always did like that, didn't you? :P

It's a good peom, milove. I'm glad that you're posting them again. YAYBEANS!

I don't know if you meant to.. but you have the word "poemtry" in there...

April 11th, 2006, 1:49 PM
Another poem written for class. Bonus points if you know the poem this is based upon.

“And all the (wo)men”

J. Alfy had a good idea
And being detached is all right
But he didn’t go far enough
Yeah, he still cared when the world didn’t
At least about him

J. Alfy was a smart man
A man’s man
Mano a mano, toeing the line
But he didn’t and gave up
Giving up is the right thing to do sometimes

J. Alfy didn’t care about women
And what they thought of him
Or at least he told himself that
Maybe in the end he believed it
Maybe we all believe it
Maybe I (do)n’t believe it

J. Alfy threw himself off a bridge one day
Into a bright yellow fog
Yeah, being detached is all right
When you’re smart
When you don’t care about nattering birds
But he went too far

April 11th, 2006, 2:01 PM
*laughs* Couldn't get the extra points, but it's a good poem, milove. *giggles and shoves you playfully* You should write more love poetry, you know. :P

April 11th, 2006, 2:17 PM
Fine. I will, then. A little tragic, but it has a happy ending.

Back By My Side

Whatever happened? Where did you go?
It's been so long since I've felt you near.
Your arms feel different now and I don't know
Whether or when you'll ever be here.

I miss you and I'm scared.
I'm so hurt and so alone.
I don't know if I can bear
The foreign voice coming over the phone.

You've frigtened me of late, you see
With the bitterness in your angelic voice.
Sometime I want to run, to flee,
But your troubles leave me with no choice.

I miss you and I'm scared.
I'm so hurt and so alone.
I don't know if I can bear
The foreign voice coming over the phone.

Please come back, I need you tonight.
Please come back, don't give up the fight.
I pray we're worthwhile, I pray that we're true.
Scared as I am, I've never lied, I'm stilll in love with you.

Tonight you seem different, I hope that I'm right.
Maybe tonight I won't cry when I turn out the light.
I know this form, I know this face.
You've returned to me, that seems the case.

You mean it, I'm right? I'm not so alone?
I'm sorry then, for all the times I've cried when we got off the phone.
God, I love you, you've returned to me,
All I ever hoped for, all I needed to see.
I've found you once more, I'll never let you go.
You didn't mean to leave, and this I know:
We're together again.
Together 'til the end.
I'll never leave, nor will you.
So with this poem ending, I only want to say,
"Forever and ever shall I love you."

April 11th, 2006, 2:21 PM
*smiles with tears in eyes and tackles you* Thank you, love. And no, I won't be going anywhere anymore. I promise, okay? *buries head in chest* I promise.

April 13th, 2006, 1:51 PM
A few poems, actually. They're older, but I wanted to put 'em up. The second is not directed at anyone, I wrote it when I was feeling very frustrated at the people who would abuse my compassion.

I love today
Love the way
I feel like I could just dance
A day where you wish
Someone would just put
A really kickass song
On the intercom
Drag your friends
Come along
As we dance the day
Dance away

Not eveyone would notice at first
Not the cool kids
Only the really cool ones
Who you share a secret smile with
They'd groove out, sing a verse
Maybe a few other would catch on
Sing a song
I'd start to play guitar

I can't play a guitar
But who cares
It's a perfect day
I love today
Let's dance away

Fine, you know
I met you six months ago.
Met you, looked like you needed help.
Tried to help, pull you out.
Looked like I had,
But you, you slumped back.
Fell down and you didn't care.
And I, when I tried to help,
You said "Don't dare."

So you know what?
You wanna talk again?
You, after you ditched me, left me?
You think I want to?
I couldn't help leaving you,
Neither of us could be around.
Tried calling.
Tried talking.
You, you asked
"What good will it do?"
And now, now you wanna talk again?
Now, when you need help again?
When you've fallen down again?

You make the effort, you try now.
I, I tried too hard, look where it got me.
Nowhere, you know it.
Foul-weather friend.
You talk now.
'Cuz I won't.
I don't give a ****, it's your turn.
Go ahead, dig into your wrists every night.
I know you want to.

See if I care.

April 13th, 2006, 2:21 PM
That second poem is very emotional, love... and I do hope that it has nothing to do with me. *laughs a little* I know it says that they're directed to know one, but I'm also abnormally parinoid.

Either way, nice work. I love the first one, too. Very bouncy, which is nice to see from you.

May 2nd, 2006, 2:02 PM
Looking back, I wish I'd entered this in the recent contest. Written for class and entirely prose-poetry.

Ode To A Teenage Summer

My parents are bugging me to get a job again
Because my friends are all busy and they’re
Sick of me hanging upside-down off the couch
My nose firmly in a book that I’ve read before

Yelling at them around the dinner table doesn’t help
It makes my sister run off to her room in tears and I
Stalk into the cool dank of the basement to eat a Popsicle
Until my guilt forces me upstairs again to apologize
To the unreceptive ears of forgetful adults who tell me that it’s okay

But tomorrow they come to tell me to work again
They went out to pick up some applications
I say that I’ll fill them out but we can all taste the lie
I won’t, and they know it and none of us care
I take the dog for a walk that evening in a pretense of productivity
But really, I’m only there to enjoy the gathering dark and the uncritical wind

May 2nd, 2006, 2:04 PM
*laughs a little* Well, it's not like you have a choice in the job department anymore, milove. Any way you slice it, however, it was a nice poem! *laughs again* And just because I seem to have created this catch phrase for myself...

"Keep up the good work!"

May 13th, 2006, 6:35 AM
Well, there's something I've been neglecting lately, but no more. This is, well, for you, and about you, my love. For once, I'll write in a classical poetic form.

Sonnet #1
To you, my lover with such intense eyes
To you, the heart that beats within my chest
To you, the one who cares, who lets me rest
To you, she who walks in summer-hued sighs
We two first met so many months ago
Our hearts began this grand adventure then
My soul knew that day that we would never end
I pray that is something that you, too know
My lips meet yours again in such pure love
I never wish to part, so good the taste
Never to part from this, your soft embrace
You set my soul singing to God above
Deep in your eyes, I fall into the stars
Then I know that this love is only ours

June 6th, 2006, 5:24 PM
A song. See what you think.

Three-quarters on Empty

Late night again
That time again
When the only thing on my mind
Is you

Drive by again
With all my friends
When the only thing I want to see
Is you

Because I'm almost home
Almost alone
But it's three-quarters to go on empty
On my empty heart

Day breaks for me
But why can't I see
Your lips formed in your perfect

You're a part of me
You're the start of me
Two bodies formed in our


And it's night again
And I'm with my friends
I reach out and I could swear
I almost touched your face
(Almost touched your face...)


And it's three-quarters to go on empty

June 7th, 2006, 1:08 PM
Ozy, your work is masterful. I doubt that I could ever reach up to your standards in writing. All I can say is keep dreaming and keep writing. Try to get your work published--you could be famous one day n_n

June 9th, 2006, 2:10 PM
Yes, yes, didn't Master Jake aready have some things published? To "shut his teachers up", if I remember correctly?

June 11th, 2006, 6:32 AM
*giggles* Yay for being the only one who's heard you sing it!! ^.~

Anyways, it's a marvelous poem, and I told you as much when I was at GS. You are an amazing writer, far better than I. Keep it up. I hope that someday, I'll make it to your level.

June 13th, 2006, 5:50 PM
.... Jake sings? o_O Hnn... When will you have more?

June 13th, 2006, 5:53 PM
Okay, so here I'm just trying to be a little playful. Kinda inspired by Billy Collins. As usual, comment if you want.

When I Die

When I die, please
play Aerosmith at the funeral.
That would be a kickass sendoff.

When I die, I want for you to
Laugh for me. I like the sound
and I want you to be happy.

When I die, for God's sake
don't talk about all the difference
I made in this world.

I know I didn't, okay?
I mattered to a few poeple.
That's what matters.

When I die, try to remember
that it's the last good shindig
I'll go to here, so have fun.
No one likes hosting a bad party.

June 13th, 2006, 6:58 PM
I like it. And Billy Collins, thanks to you. n_n Maybe I'll be able to illustrate something someday, I dunno. n_n'

June 27th, 2006, 6:12 AM
That Wasn't Cool

A few days ago, I had a dog.
He was standing on my balls in the car.
Clickety-clackety nails digging into my thigh,
my bladder,
finally my manhood.

His burnished copper fur rubbed
many times against my chest.
The side of his spine poked my throat
with his great, slack-jawed head
drooling from the open window.

That was my Wednesday.

June 27th, 2006, 11:46 AM
Kay, the one previous to this I liked very much.

This one... well... it made me laugh. I still kinda feel sorry for you. :P


June 30th, 2006, 8:53 AM

In a grove, I watched her standing.
The trees were willows, mostly.
I thought that they were weeping with her.
Green leaves like tears crumbling to they ground.
They were wasted.

She sat down in a sullied white robe and,
It made a small sea around her.
It made waves of the wrinkles,
The uneven turf turned to silky water
And she its mistress.

I dared to step into her realm of sorrow.
Barefoot feet slipping over broken promises,
The shattered twigs on the ground.
I dared to step into her small grove and I found
Her robe unstained.

Her tears of joy.
She was perfect in her small way and I told her so.
My hand on her cheek.

June 30th, 2006, 1:10 PM
A very nice poem, Master. I'm glad that you posted it from us. The flow was nice, if the stanzas were a little odd. Then again, all of your poems do that. :P

One Charmed Dude
July 1st, 2006, 6:58 AM
Your poetry is awesome.....some of them are kind o short, though they have so much soul! you are a great poet you should shoot to be one when your older.... Oh and i would like to say you should keep up the good work! i may be younger than you but i can see you have a lot of potetial in writing poetry.
You replied to one of my poems the other day and i disagreed but i hold no grudges,your poems are totally awesome!!!!!! i don't know if you care but i just posted a new poem, i don't think it will be as good as yours though, thats hard to compete with... but mine is better than the last on i wrote.
again you write great poetry, there's so much emotion, soul, and feeling!Then again some are a little.....odd. oh well most if them are totally awesome!

July 1st, 2006, 8:24 AM
whoa...thats one serious poem there dude....its really mistyfying....for me that is.....but its really good!

keep it up!

July 8th, 2006, 5:27 PM
Evil dogs like to step on balls and boobs. It hurts. But we still love them. *huggles her doggies*

The next poem was beautiful, to put it simply. An understatement, yes, but the best that could be put into words.

I await more, O Master of the Poetry.

July 16th, 2006, 1:38 PM
This Is Where I Came From?

My grandfather was a farmboy in rural Ohio.
He learned to work from corn and beans, and
Eventually insurance that made him rich in the
Office buildings of Columbus.

Where he was instead of home with my dad,
A completely Presbyterian boy who was pushed
Towards the ever-elusive straight-A ranking,
Until he came to Colorado to learn carpentry
And made his money as a geologist wasted
In offices in Denver.

He actually was home with me, but mom
Was always the favored parent because
She didn't look like leather and could smile
Without making fart jokes.

The real question being what have I learned
In having the world presented to me?
I can tell you everything except what a bevel cut is.
Or how to grow corn or sell something that someone
Doesn't really need, or identify several different rocks.
(Well, I guess I can do that, thanks to eighth grade.)
So where the hell am I going?

August 17th, 2006, 9:59 AM

I happened to dream last night.

It was all about Earth, what the Sun thinks
Of his thirdson, with the water and clouds.
Does Mercury crack jokes about our laughably short years?
Is Venus perturbed when we hit on her at the Solar System Christmas Party?
Do we beat up on our cousin Luna because she's small?
What about Mars, is he angry with us and why?
Jupiter's the big boy in the office, are we below notice?
Of Saturn even?
Uranus and Neptune have been out of touch,
For all we know in the cosmic Equivalent of Thailand.
And how does Pluto feel that we don't give a ****?

When I woke up, my dream was forgotten.
I was reading about George Bush reading The Stranger.

August 17th, 2006, 1:55 PM
Thanks for sharing, love. That was highly original. I liked it! *smiles* It kinda reminded me of the moon and sun poem I wrote.

~Keep it up!