Poetry Thread

[Arcainus]

I know most people find poems gay, but they've gotten me quite a bit of ass from girls thinking i was the sencitive type.

heres one:

A young man.

More a boy in body,
With the cynicism of adulthood
Weighing heavily upon his frail shoulders.
Stands alone.

His heart broken in times long forgotten,
He walks through the enveloping darkness.
He thinks of love lost,
And all the pain he has caused.

A gentle man,
A man known for his kind word,
And the purity of his spirit.
Whose sole wish is to be reunited with the one.
His one, his love lost.

Each scintillating moment,
Each moment shared,
Each torturous moment,
Wailing and thrashing within his mind,
As if they had a life their own.

As he walks through his own hell,
His love lost appears out of the mist.
She begs his forgiveness,
Promising to never loose their love again.

Behind his lost love is a gate out of his hell,
A tunnel which leads to his salvation.
He can see sunlight at it's end,
Illuminating his love forever lost.

He smiles to her,
And continues onward through the darkness.

She watches him for a moment.

Confusion,
Anger,
Understanding.

She turns away and takes the gate,
leaving him,
her love forgotten,
Alone in the Darkness.

[Arcainus]

Boobs
by Arcainus


I like boobs,
I like them a lot.
I like boobs,
Boobs are hot

I like boobs,
I like them so much…
I like boobs,
‘Cause they’re fun to touch

I like boobs,
Boobs are good
I like boobs,
They give me wood.

I like boobs,
Boobs are nice.
I like boobs,
I’d touch them twice.

[Arcainus]

Roses may be red,
but my balls are blue.
I may be taken,
but I'll come for you.

My love phones;
calls me thick.
She doesn't know,
I'm holding my dick.

As she berates me,
I give it a squeeze.
I look at her sister,
down on her knees.

Bless her heart,
she takes the hint.
As it touched her lips,
I toss her a mint.

Orchids are White,
my balls were still blue.
I filled her mouth,
With my warm sticky goo.

Forgetting my love,
I clasp the phone.
She continues her ranting;
I let out a moan.

The sister looks up,
asking whats wrong.
I push her back down,
Towards my slong.

I hear my love screach,
'Michael, what the fuck?'
I reply with 'nothing dear',
This was just my luck.

She doesn't believe me,.
"Michael, whats going on?"
"uh..i love you honey."
This felt a bit wrong...

Lupins are purpilish-mauve,
and damn that was good.
My love awaited an answer,
as her sister waited for wood.

[Arcainus]

The Roses blossoms faded,
Again, The time had come.
My love whom I had jaded,
Had learned what I'd become.

It is her sister's love,
That I then held so dear.
Her hearts forest is a grove
In which I persevere.

I passed from my own wood,
To enter the forest next to me.
I saw my love from where I stood,
A sight which filled me with glee.

I part aside the brush,
and gently touch her cheek;
Loving the sight of her blush.
With her, I am anything but meek.

I lean in towards her,
Press my lips to her own.
My sight becomes a blur,
Like a flame, her love for me shone.

I pull away from her supple lips,
Pass back out through the brush.

She asks me what was wrong;
I rubb at my jaw and smile.
Even with dread, her voice is a song.
"Just a kink in my jaw lynne."

"Well hurry up, I was almost done."
Even angry, i'm amazed by her beauty.
"Just another minute and I'll be ready to come."
I sigh and return to my duty.

[Bifrost]

Wow. That took some guts to post them dude. I think they're fantastic. +rep for you.

[Arcainus]

Thanks, my personal fav. is boobs :tits:

[StAUG]

I dont know why.. but the boobs poem reminds me a lot of 'the fly' by Blake.

[druckfugged]

I dont know why.. but the boobs poem reminds me a lot of 'the fly' by Blake.
Oddly enough it reminds me of the lyrics to most rap songs...

[StAUG]

Sounds gay? Yeah but he picks up... you don't.

[druckfugged]

Sounds gay? Yeah but he picks up... you don't.

It is an historical fact that the last man to get laid by reciting one of his poems died in 1824.

[dozer]

im going to try out 'boobs' on saturday night and pass it off as my own, i expect much love.

[Bifrost]

If you are going to complain about someone's writing - poetry or not - do so by posting at least some sort of idea why you didn't like it.

I think they're a real diverse bunch. Some have serious personal meanings, some are just silliness (which is always good) and the one I particularly like starts off with the standard serious poem and then throws in a "my balls are blue" and all of a sudden you're there thinking "did I really just read that?".

I like things that throw the reader for 6.

[Cain-o]

If I were a dog,
and you were a flower,
I'd lift my leg
and give you a shower.

[gooey]

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!


yes there are variations (http://www.folklore.bc.ca/Onefineday.htm)

[-=[BB]=-]

This Probably best illustrates my current mood....




Sliding into a pit of despair,
I know not when,
I know not where.

The world is dark,
I cannot see,
It feels so lonely with just me.

Sliding into a pit of despair,
My senses dulled,
Mind unaware.

Just when I think I'm gone,
In the dark and all alone,
I hear a voice that I listen to.

It's always friends who pull me through.

[Arcainus]

Wow, I didn't realize people had actually posted in this thread :p

Great poem BB, +rep

[Icky_Thoomp]

"Eternity" by Icky Thoomp

Caught between here and there
with my repitition causing
my words to mean nothing

Deliverance from despair
Another believer is near me
But we do not meet
A new eternity begins

In a universe of image, my crushed soul
struggles to surmount its new challenge.
Only belief in my fallible self redeems salvation
and the Lord God prays to his divinity Chance for help.

[PsychoNavigator]

OK, I posted to start a new poetry thread without thinking and Bifrost was gracious enough to clue me in to one that already existed, and even held off merging them, and thank you for that, but thank you for merging them into one. I just hope we see a bit more.

[PsychoNavigator]

The spark of flint erupted from darkness
And gave birth to fire
In the short life of that singular flame
A candle would be lit that would glow for hours
The candle would continue to penetrate the endemic void
Gradually illuminating as the eyes would adjust
Sensory perception acknowledging new truths, facts
Where the mind had perceived nothing
Light found substance, whole, yet undiscovered
Present, but of no exact consequence
Time passes and the candle struggles
To illuminate so much more
But even a pure element cannot withstand time
As wax and wick gives way to heat and light
Soon there is nothing left to purchase from
And the flame dims gradually to nothing
Everything real become imaginary again
A fiction of what was
And what is no longer

[PsychoNavigator]

A man sat down and wrote two letters
Both were letters that would make him cry
As he sat there and poured his heart out
And tried to express himself with every word

One letter would be to the love of his life
The woman of his dreams
It would carry on of the joys and laughter
Of endless days of happiness, wonderment, and desire

How he could not see a day without her
To breathe even, at the thought of it
He would write in circles
Losing himself even further in the memories
And find himself at the end of the page
Drunk with love

The other letter would be one of lament and heartbreak
A depressing memoir of a man trampled
A man broken in spirit by the one he loved
It would be a testament of everything wrong

How he could not see a day without her
To breathe even, at the thought of it
He would write in circles
Losing himself even further in the memories
And find himself at the end of the page
Drunk with sadness

Those two letters sit side by side
One tells me that I should go
While the other tells me I should stay
Both of these letters are for you

Would you take them and read them
Absorb every word and let them consume you
Would you listen, process, and respond
Would you stop and realize what we've done

How I could not see a day without you
To breathe even, at the thought of it
I keep writing myself in circles
Losing myself even further in the memories
So here I find myself at the end of this page
Drunk again...

[Bifrost]

Purely on a forum management note, without having read your work yet, I'll refrain from merging this thread with Arcanius' "Poems" thread (which you'll find here: http://forum.zgeek.com/showthread.php?t=30667), just on the basis that this one has the word "thread" in the title...Of course once I work out how to easily and comfortably merge them without treading on anyone's poetic toes, I'll probably do it.

Done and done.

I have now merged the "poetry" thread started by Arcanius some time ago and the "Poetry Thread" thread started by PsychoNavigator today (08/09/05 - GMT +10).

[PsychoNavigator]

You are not hurting my ego one bit by doing that... I didn't know there was one and cool. Glad to see that. Do what you think is right BiFrost. and BTW the chick on your pic is HOT. I fap against my screen everytime i find a post made by you. FYI.

[Bifrost]

Now, I've read your poems, they are excellent.

Although, I would watch out for ending poetic lines with a preposition ("Soon there is nothing left to purchase from"), particularly in a poem which is quite clearly articulate from start to finish.

But aside from that one (and do remember that I'm a grammatical pedant and your poetry is always YOURS and you can do whatever you want in them), I really enjoyed both. Particularly Two Letters - really nicely done.

[PsychoNavigator]

Bifrost, thank you for your input, and I agree with your point of view, but my dissinetion will lie inthe notion that not each line is a complete sentence. Were that the case, I'd have poems four lines long and 80 inches wide.

All I can think of is the movie "With Honors"...

..."at Harvard, we don't end our sentences with a preposotion."

"OK, where are the bathrooms at, ASSHOLE!!!"

That may be be dead inaccurate, but the feel is there. I'm talking about the movie, idioths.

Two Letters is about my favorite right now, and I have never used a recurring form within a poem. I like the way it cycles through, and ties in together in two different ways. I'll be adding more in the meanwhile...

[Bifrost]

Begone, you stinky, foul-keyed preposition!

Ending sentences far from YOUR position.

Do not think that this was a tough decision.

Go find yourself another healthy mission.

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Well that used all the good "ion" words I could think of. ;)

[Lesser]

Well, I write two types of poetry. When I was in a relationship, I wrote sappy crap like this:

The Rose

A rose among dandelions on a dewdrop morn,
To be seen and not touched of petal and thorn;
And not to be held in the ugly weeds grasp,
But to be gently caressed in the gardeners clasp;
And sooth it is seen on this day among days,
This rose has been touched by golden suns rays;
And later that night under moonlight is shown;
The rose in the garden now stands alone;
For the gard'ner has cleared all the foul plants and said,
“Only now can I return my tools to their shed.”

Now I write bad poetry like this:

Darkness

There can be no good without evil,
And there can be no light without darkness.
Yet, darkness can exist without light,
And true evil?

Only one who knows the ebon night can truly understand light.
Light is for the innocent, inexperienced, afraid.
You child, you suckling babe,
Too scared to question the light, too weak to understand,
Let me show you true shade, let me show you life.

You will come to understand, all darkness is knowledge:
What man is capable of, what he has done, what you have done,
Without knowing.
You are dark, and yet you do not know it yet,
You do not believe me, you think that you are bright?

True darkness does not know or believe it is dark,
To be truly dark you must believe what you are doing is right,
Until you finally sit down and realize one day
That you are surrounded by shadow,
And your life has been the repetition of many dark deeds.
Yet you have only committed the same mistake of ignorance,
Over, and over, and over.

The brighter you tried to shine,
The longer your shadow drew across the land.
Each dark soul that you killed with your brightness,
Only extended the shadow in your own soul until it consumed you.

So you see:
Darkness is darkness, but light is also darkness.
If ignorance leads to corruption, and knowledge is already corrupt
What choice does man have, but to wallow in his own shadow?
It is only when you embrace your dark heart, and come to understand it,
That you can truly comprehend what is not darkness.
To understand light, to walk the path of light,
You must first have seen the darkest depth of the most depraved mind:
Your own.

But, like all knowledge this comes with a price:
You cannot unlearn darkness.
Innocence is lost once only, and never regained.
Even if you return to the light,
You will know that shadows lurk in the darkest corners of your soul,
And in the souls of those around you.
Even in the brightest place, surrounded by the brightest beings,
You will still see darkness.

[katydyd35]

He sneaks across the filtered light
Darting into corners only he can see
A lone heart he sees...waiting for a touch
to start the beat
He knows not that the heart is dented
Afraid to touch.

Green eyes look deep into the shadows
Meeting brown ones, old beyond the years
He stops..listens..hears the cries from her soul.

Heeding some unknown feeling of disquiet
He reaches out..gentling the trembling of her hands
Bringing her fingers to his Phantom lips
Pulling her slowly to his chest.

Brushing the hair from her furrowed brow
Smoothing the worry, calming the hurt
No worries, my angel this night there will be no pain
Only the softest of feather touches will soothe you.

As the Phantom touches her
The memories somewhere in his long forgotten soul
Come rushing back, like an ocean tidal wave.

A tear, sprung from a well, long thought dry
drops from his eyes
As she looks up at him, her fingertip is drawn
To that one , lone teardrop.

A shock rolls thru the Phantom
His heart beats once more
The heat of life, once again consumes his body
Life is his once again.

[4X4]

Your Mom is so fat
When she sat in the car
She made the tyres go flat

Your Mom is so Dumb
To give up smoking
She got addicted to Rum

Your Mom's so short
to give you a kiss
she must climb up fort

Your mom is so ugly
When a bug killer saw her
He sprayed her with DDT

Your Mom's as big as a cow
As a matter of fact...
We're in her right now!

Your mom is so dumb
When I told her she was babyish
she started sucking her thumb

Your mom's so fat
that her leg will only fit
In a Council flat

[PsychoNavigator]

Bifrost: Stick to editing text, not creating it. :P BTW, I'm really disappointed in seeing what you really look like from the ZMeet pics. My whole fantasy is ruined with that hot slut pic you have with the amped out knockers. *sigh... damn you.

Lesser: I gather you have been perfecting Ted Kazinski's form of "The Manifesto"???

Katydyd: Thank you for showing me that there are others out there who can write unbound by the notion that everything must rhyme. But more importantly your poem is cohesive, and visual. I like it very much!

4X4: I think somehow you missed the "Yo Momma..." thread and accidentally landed in this one...

OK, I'm adding two more.

[PsychoNavigator]

The Silence Of My Souls' Secret Desire

Such a beautiful and lovely girl you are
And how sad that you may never know
How is it that you can give yourself away so easily
When a love like yours is one worth dying for?
Your gorgeous green eyes pierce my heart
And your sweet voice soothes the pain within
How desperately and secretly I long for your affection
How hopelessly in love I have fallen with you
And how carelessly I expose my weaknesses unto you
But may I show you more?
Dare I tell you that without you, I feel incomplete, unfulfilled?
Should I open doors, long closed and sealed off by painful past encounters
And share my world in its’ entirety with you?
Yes, I dare, I most certainly do dare
Every time I look at your beautiful face, I drift
I dream of kissing you and touching your full lips
Caressing your soft skin delicately
And telling you of my love
How real it is
How strong it is
How deep it is
And how real you are
Beyond any beauty of my deepest dreams
Next to you, they simply cannot compare
And I can compare you to no other
Unlike anything ever experienced, you simply permeate my spirit
And make me whole
You’re so lovely and so amazing
And although you standing right here, not inches away from me
I’m too scared to touch
I’m simply afraid of what the truth might be
And yet at the same time confirm what I’d thought all along
You are too good to be real

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I Love You

Would the flesh of a thousand dreams one day become a reality before my eyes
As I behold in wondrous splendor and immerse in the radiance of your beauty
Amorous are the ways that I cherish you and all that you are
And you reign as goddess and owner of all that my heart has to offer itself to you
I love you like none that I’ve ever believed before to be called love
And I love you like that which none could ever give to you, much less understand
Sweetest beauty of the vast and boundless territory, wild and free to drift
How lucky am I to be the one have found you wandering
And been able to entice you into following me close
I bring myself into the shelter of the storm when I look at your lovely smile
The soft loving glow that eminates from your eyes bring a multitude of hopes and dreams
I love you endlessly and I tread onward to reap the fruits of your bounty
For some have attempted to make the passes of your mountainous spirit
But none have succeeded where I soon will
You are the one that my heart has called out for
And I pray that I’m the one that your heart secretly cries in its silence
So blessed would I be to have the one true love stand and walk with me
Through miles and miles of endless obstacles which we will overcome together
I love you and I love you again
To all of our hopes, dreams, promises we’ve made to ourselves and to all that we could be
Let us share in this and watch what becomes of you and I
As we unify and bring together what we both feel in our hearts as so right
I love you with every passing breath more and more ten times over
I am yours if you will have me
I am at your feet, forever

[amj]

peoms make me really horny. i love them. especially about animals

[PsychoNavigator]

peoms make me really horny. i love them. especially about animals

OK, One off the cuff for you....

My doggy, my lover, my friend,
You lick the peanut butter crammed up my rear end
Much better than tricks like catch, bark or roll,
You clean the jelly from me poopy hole

Sorry I can't do this any more, I'm getting horny and my gf's dog is cowering in the corner as i dictate this.

[Arcainus]

The only life worth living,
Lives as a hapless, twisted fate.
The only job worth doing,
Is one you've done far too late.

The only day worth waking for,
Ends in another shrowded Night.
The only sleep worth laying for,
Is one shadowed by the light.

The only life that I can love,
Is the one who knows my true face.
Remmember if you wish to love,
And pure joy is your wish to taste,
The words that course through me:

That Love itself, much like the mind,
Is a terrible thing to waste.

[Arcainus]

This is the tale of a young mans pain,
Smoking and Burning,
Consuming and Churning,
It proves to be his blight and bain.

Tossing and turning,
His tears and his fears,
His life and it's mourning,
All fell upon deaf ears.

And yet he still lived on,
Eager and Earning,
Loving and Learning,
Through the Night, seeking the Dawn.

But what happens to a man with no love to lend?
Why, his dreams and his yearnings,
For his pain and it's purging,
And all else must come to an end.


The pain, he could no longer hold at bay,
And so his pain fades away,
His soul never seeing the day,
In a kingdom of soil, down he lay.

Never again to offend.

[Arcainus]

Every night, she is left alone,
And Every night, she cries to sleep.
Where he goes? The Great Unknown,
But still her love runs true and deep.

Every morn, the man returns,
And every morn, she does Rejoice.
Every morn, her love he spurns,
Yet still her love she loves to Keep.

But while he may not see her Pain,
Truth be told, he loves her too.
Their great loves proves their Bane,
A love they share both deep and true.

[Arcainus]

Heres one going out to amj


The dark, twisted Raven,
Feathers as black as it's soul,
Cocks it's head to a side.
He Caws a warning to the intruder

Shifting on his dark talons,
The feathery down jutting out in alarm,
His small, greedy eyes glare at the violater,
Warning her to leave his cold prison.

The bright yellow Canary,
It's ruffled, blood matted feathers
Standing mute testimony to it's trials,
Chirps happily at the Raven for the place to rest.

A young man, The Ravens master,
Spots the visitor in the ravens cage.
The same greedy eyes as the ravens squint in glee,
Quickly crossing the room to seal their prison.

Worried for his Canary,
The Raven squaks and pecks at her to make her flee.
His own wings clipped from long ago,
He seeks to save her from his pain.

The bright, tired Canary,
Her blue eyes showing her sorrow,
Cocks it's head to a side.
She chirps out against the pecking,

But stays in the cage to share the Ravens ordeal.

[HAL]

the niger man

here i sit patient and nimble
waiting for a bit of a nibble
down the float, up the rope
hook through jaw and i've got a score
wind her in to make it certain
bbq'd niger tonight for my best mate mervin

[Aardvark]

The Cat
Sat On
The Mat

[Fuzzy Dice]

Just a little something about time spent in a pub,

A King upon my barstool throne,
I swore to never drink alone.
I only drink with friends or total strangers.

It's time I raised another glass,
It helps me bring the time to pass.
It helps me skip to travesty from danger.

This realm of mine is polished oak,
The air is fogged with sweet, sweet smoke.
The sound of glasses clinking emancipates and sets free.

and on that note,
on a queen i'd dote.
if only she would take her seat beside me.

Oh bartender, my loyal man! Another round, if you please.

[Vardsy]

Sarah

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.