Poetry Thread

[Rolling_Stoned]

Well all the recent threads about poetry I thought I would put up a thread just for that meaning. Anyone that wants to post a poem please do. I'll start.

"Ode to The Lizard King"

The black clad leather demon
apporches the stage to a thunderous cheers,
gazing out at his people he wonders
why where they there?
His death,
His words,
His sexual energy,
or merely to see an act.
With booze in his blood, and
hate on his mind.
The king screams "Your all a bunch of fuckin Slaves!"
The lights went down in Paris, and the king layed down,
for his eternal rest.

well thats all i'm doin right now, put stuff up if you want.

[D-Loc]

The Struggle


As I sit back and reflect on my life
Ive come to realize that it is only me that can control my future
Ive had more than a couple friends that have died in the struggle
17 to be exact
everyday i wake up I think god that he let me live another day
only to realize that i have never beleived in god.
Life is an experience that everyday should be lived to its fullest
I was blind before today
I must realize that it is not my place to lead others to my point of view
but only to lead by example.

[Mils]

He's cold, lonely, cries and dies inside at night. With his eyes closed, he sees a scene, unserene with screams and gleams of visions unclean. His love, his life, this pain, this knife, all relates in his mind as he lies in bed at night. Suicide was spoken and awoken, for now it resides as thoughts inside. His brain sustains this pain with help that dwells inside a plant, a seed, a chemical compound called THC, withdrawing his contemplation to commit. Yet at times he submits and rips and tears through his hair, as a tattered mark or scar appears on his body somewhere, some that'll stay for years. And he looks at them knowing that the past is real, with every reminisced thought he feels. And to deal with a pain so unfulfilled, it drills and drills and never stops, it just seems so surreal. Then when he wonders, what if he builds immunity to the THC slash WEED. Will his quiet yearning thoughts succeed? Please God, if this were to be, death upon thee, let it be quick for he grows tired and the pain grows thick. But if this wasn't meant, then why must these thoughts of pain be beckoning? He's wrecking his life questioning why? Why'd she have to leave his side? Why must there be another guy? Why must that affair have commenced where she cheated on me? These questions amongst the thousands more, being repeated constantly, can drive a man to his life's defeat. And I speak, risking appearing weak, allowing a girl who I still love, who left, still affect me.

Read aloud.

[Headie]

whats up man
my name is sam
and i like to jam
i smoke alot of herb
i got a pet bird
when i come around
shit gets upserd
i got the skunk 1
the blueberry cronic
this shits pretty dank
i like to play sonic
sonic is a stoner
he smokes fat blunts
he likes a lot of things
but not stupid cunts
they piss him off
this poem makes no sense
i dont give a fuck
i like to fuck around
and smoke on this blunt

[Rolling_Stoned]

Nice poems you guys keep'm coming.

"Hallways"

Walking down a hallway
she leems carefree and beautiful,
dazed in a spectacular aura.

written about a girl I had a crush on in 10th grade, she actually is my girlfriend right now, we've been going out for a while after I showed her this poem.

[VoodooBud]

Sedate, Belate, Desecrate, Deny time
These sins are forever yours, These Sins are forever mine
As trees to ash, As bones to brine

Hereditary Hollowness coursing through the youth
The intent is for greed not in progress or in truth
There are those few who try to peer past the facade
To eat divinity and see the face of god
What Ignites these few? Its impossible to tell.

Simply,Some live to Earn their souls
And others live to sell

Round Round,Round, this carousel.
If Ignorant bliss is heaven
Awareness must be hell

This Chasm of the living spirit
These pitfalls of dispair
Am I utterly mad?
Am I truly aware?

Storms of Discontent brewing in my heart
Find solice in the In the simple beauty
Capture beauty In the art

Trance of Trances
Dance of Dances
Freedom for an Hour or two
Deserved euphoric lucidity
for all that you've been through

Buy the Ticket, Take the ride
Take a hit,Just submit
as your realities coincide.


-~VooDoo~

[Stamppad]

Dont you wish you were me?
If you were me,
every day would bring new pain.
New ways to break down,
new problems to drive you insane.
There would be new worries,
paired with new sorrow.
And today's regrets
would feel worse tomorrow.
Just imagine If you could be me.
Walking around so unsure of your life.
Your friends rollin up their sleeves
introducing wrist to knife.
Getting labeled and branded
and numbered and collared
Major corporations profiting from all of our sorrows.
My generation is messed up, thats what you keep saying
Now its drugs and violence instead of music and playing.
Our Parks are empty but the psycho wards are full
Life is monotonous,uneventful, and dull.
Don't you wish you were me?
And while all this may shock and disturb you
That isnt even half of what most other guys go through.
So give us room to breathe
and respect the path we choose
So we don't end up as another suicide
on The ten o clock News.


Saved from either ninth or tenth grade..i dont remember lol
Ill post more recent stuff soon.

[Rolling_Stoned]

"The color green"

Wind blows againest the sea
giving life to the plants
new life grows quickly


"Sailing"

Waves move the water flow
true sailing is dead and gone
waves lay motionless.

[sorelbaid]

I wrote this while high of course. I decided to write poem based on the images from Max Ernst's Une Semaine de Bonte, which is a really cool surrealistic collage novel. This is from "Sunday."

Napoleonic soldiers peer over one's shoulders,

as one cat's back is scratched by another.

Accompany me to the ball Ms. Mammary Wallace,

Where we may witness society's decapitation.

Stare at me, we'll run like thieves,

Over the wall's with cat's paws.

You'll offer me a bladed hand, and I'll only gaze back.

Cleaning up this filth with wings on my back.

Let us walk near the roses in the garden of the lamb.

Accompany me down the street, Ms. Mammary,

Dance to the sounds of my horn.

Rise up from the floor, away from the poor,

And stare into Lady Luck's door.

We'll kiss under sodomy windchimes,

and breathe through thralldom's cloth.

Bondage passengers enjoy the ride,

Break my heart, never turn your side.

A jealous face full of scorn, that porcelain face,

as she sips back champagne.

Serpents at my feet, and dragon's at my side,

Diamondback voyeurs creep the floors.

Those bleeding eyes, wafting in the smoke.

The hand that feeds the caress of the feather,

mocked by position, take this blow.

Wilt thou cut my head and box my heart?

The head will bleed, away from skull's portraits.

Wilt thou raise thy noise at me?

The time is now, go and feed.

[Rolling_Stoned]

"Mirror"

Who do you see in the mirror?
A man, god, or sex idol?
I see nothing but slaves, controlled by another,
always doing what there told.
Never being free,
I broke my mirror.
Have you?

[tsarone]

Thought I'd make an attempt at reviving this thread.
Maybe theres a new one around but I didn't see it.

Here's mine... tell me what you think?



Pollution fills my lungs,
Confusion fills my mind,
Retribution fills my heart,
It's far from sublime.

[tsarone]

And this one i made up after i woke up still off my head.
I'm not sure if I'll keep the bit after the first full-stop or not.

To each his own
And for me all of theirs
Study equals money
And thats only fair
To put in the hard yards
Or sit on my ass
And live like a king
Or not afford a thing.
Thinking about it all
Will only drive me berko
Now if you'll excuse me
Time for some homework-o.

[grimreefer420]

"Mine Eyes"

slip into a dream with kaleidoscope eyes
floating on a crystal ship, tripping through time
my hand filled with a shine
"take me, I am it"
the shine spoke
"what will you do for me"
i croaked as i took
wonder
amazement
confusion
imagination
reality
dive as a dolphin would
i am an eagle, i soar
there are no boundaries, the filter removed
i am a child once more
frown with a smile, drink with a sniff
senses distorted as i drift
time and space are nothing
i am time and space
i do not think, therefore i am not
unless i am thinking
.. i am
it is not about a moment or an uneducated opinion
it is about a journey based on a thought
tripping over painted lines, while calling the stars to align
the blood moon shouts as the north star sings
and the stars, as minions, gather like milk
the sky tells a story of the ocean
and the ocean, deep like space
mental manifestations resemble untold fantasies
as mine eyes open i realize,
mine eyes have been opened

[shaggyflasko]

The other day i found some wood
I carved all day
And made it good
With arms it waved
And legs it stood
And walked away
Just like it should
But not today!
Its parts chipped on the floor
And curving lines
Peeled to the core
It has to bide
Flat as before
And at my side
Ashtray forevermore!

[Five To One]

Originally Posted by Rolling_Stoned

Well all the recent threads about poetry I thought I would put up a thread just for that meaning. Anyone that wants to post a poem please do. I'll start.

"Ode to The Lizard King"

The black clad leather demon
apporches the stage to a thunderous cheers,
gazing out at his people he wonders
why where they there?
His death,
His words,
His sexual energy,
or merely to see an act.
With booze in his blood, and
hate on his mind.
The king screams "Your all a bunch of fuckin Slaves!"
The lights went down in Paris, and the king layed down,
for his eternal rest.

well thats all i'm doin right now, put stuff up if you want.

Last two lines made me tear. Great poem man, you spelled approaches wrong. I think the "his sexual energy" line kills the flow. Besides that i love it.

I love poetry but can't write it... if i ever do it will be posted here.