Alright, this poem isn't as great. I just wrote it, and I'm not that high anymore. I will write some more when I am high again. This one was wrote for my English class again, I'd like some feed back on it if anyone would be so kind. I know this does not belong here but the art section isn't frequented by as many people and I like feedback. Freedom Such a feeling, To be uplifted, To be given this, I must be gifted. People turn it away, They tell you it’s bad, They say you’ll die, Maybe even, From just one try. It’s time to let go, Of all these lies, The truth, Is what, Our government denies. It’s a dilemma, That’s for sure. But legalization, Is the only cure. Prohibition, Is what they say, Controlling our lives, Day by day. Corporations, Run our lives. The pain of this, Stabs like knives. Money and power, Makes the world turn, And what keeps us, Un-able to burn. One things for sure, To make things right, It won’t be done, Without a fight. Maybe one day, After this strenuous fight, They will see, Who is right. Though if we’re caught, Yes the will hail, Those dirty men, Who put us in jail. All this, Over a simple plant. This is not, Just a stupid rant. This is reality, Which you must accept, Something sacred, Which must be kept. With this said, And that done, It’s time, Our session, Has begun. -B.R. 3rd hr 2-25-06
Thanks for the positive feed back. Listening to sublime and bob marley and just spacin' out really helps. I wrote anohter even though my buzz is some what gone, so if it sucks don't hate me. I'm glad you guys enjoy the poems though. Haze Look into my eyes, Peer through the haze, As you can tell, I’m in a daze. There isn’t much to say, To you it’s wrong, When I reach over, And hit a bong. I can’t see the problem, I don’t bother you, With a little preparation, You wouldn’t have a clue. White smoke, Thick enough to see, High, Is what I want to be. A simple plant, Sticky and green, Take a puff, You’ll know what I mean. Light as a feather, Soaring high, See now, You didn’t die. There’s nothing wrong, With this plant we smoke, So just sit back, And have a toke. -B.R. 3rd hr 2-25-06 EDIT:// opps, i put my name on there... haha
hell yeah dude thats pretty cool, I couldn't ever really write very good! I enjoyed that, way to be creative!
^ is that one of the beetle borgs in your avatar? that show was the shit back in the day along w/power rangers, starship troopers, and than there was another one w/this one dude who was from outer space but looked like a human and could morph like the power rangers but i forget what it's called
god damn it. i put my poem in the artists section and i got only two posts in like two days. anyway thats fuckin awesome, i wish i could meet another stoner poet and trade influences...maybe both write something together that would be sick.
Nice poem bro. Have you ever considered trying to write lyrics? Those could be worked into a song rock or rap. Just thrown that out.
Yeah, it's sort of in rap format. A few of my friends are amazing guitarists so I'm sure it could be a song. I can't rap good but I also know a great rapper, I might have him rap some of this shit out... But it's shit that comes to me when i'm fucked up, and only when I'm fucked up.. It's wierd.
You could always use Fruityloops and make beat to it. Im in a band right now, some of are songs are just doing poetry to some trippy guitar. It's pretty badass.
Naw, it's some guy testing out a bear repellant suit, or something.. I saw the post where he was asking about it, and it was answered in like 2 minutes, so the game was kinda ruined... LoL... It does look like a power rangers, though I was already too old for them when they came out... And I like your poems... I write too, but my stuff is really depressing, and I really keep my poems to my self... but those rock.. good job.. ~ Terpsichore
The snake moves slowly across the burning sand, only to be killed. got bored just wrote that, it's suppose to be a Haiku but the last line doesnt work but what are you goin do about.
Soon enough you met me and I had no clue of this post.. You wrote me a beautiful poem, the very first anyone ever wrote for me, and I will write one for you. Or edit your poems. Or both. I wish you could know, Rob. ''If there's such a place where all the souls meet wish me a long way until we next meet. An end that's not blue For blue was my start.. But until the end you'll always be in my heart.. ''