Anyone want to post their poems for others enjoyment?

[daclawson2]

After English

Tuesdays we rode the rush-
hour 6 train
down the upper east side?s
arterial vein
Lexington Avenue
eventually I sat
on the cramped backcar bench
you hung over me
leant me an old song
through half of your headphones
I dug through my schoolbag
spilt goldfish cracker crumbs
swimming ?round lipsticks,
pens, and the pages
of your autographed Vonnegut
from the afternoon you found him next-door
sitting on the famous sculpture:
LO
VE
I read every word
of your paperback
they smelled like
stale weed and cat?
there,
I give it back and
you get off at 14th street
walk square to your therapist
I wait underground until Astor place
meet a familiar face at stairtop
let him buy me tea,
rainbow cookies
while north of me you sink
deep in the cold leather chair
let your mother?s worry
drive you downward
spill some secrets I won?t ask to hear
pronounce your father?s name
speak his exit, stage right.

[daclawson2]

The Night Last

the night last she dreamed my isn?t
you stole my spleen did
?stead stealing hearts i didn?t
even as the twofoursix

up i wake as down is about the same
being in love with anyone?s ghost
shouted her couldn?t (slept her name)
the first best greatest most

everything wants you, i
cartons of milk picture by picture
blue leaves by tears my cry
as even as twofoursix

anyone dreamed their everything
turned their crying and cursed their drying
(wake dream sleep and then) she
spoke her sometimes and woke to her always

the first best greatest most
(and the soul can feel the explanation
how she is able to forget her remembers,
up i wake as down is about the same)

yesterday, anyone woke I?m sure
(everyone stopped to say goodbye)
busy body built them night by night
few by few and dream by dream

lot by lot and night by light
less by less she dreams her sigh
anyone and thisone bed by June
hope by hope and if, then maybe

[ktmayo05]

holy sh*t. well, I definitely liked that.

Strange. But I liked that.

[Hybrid.Rainbows]

This is a poem that I wrote for my creative writing class, we each had topics. Mine was bulling.

Push
Push them
Like he pushed me
He made me strong
He made me powerful
He screamed at me
?Failure is not an option!?
Failure can?t happen
Not with him breathing down my neck
So I?ll take it out on you
A weakling
A failure
I?ll make you strong
Like he made me strong
Stop crying!
All you have to do
Is push them
Until they break
To the edge
Just a little push

[daclawson2]

I like your poem H. Rainbows. It is an interesting form; that each line is almost like a command. The fragments work well in conveying the meaning and the feeling. I'm confused about the narrator of this poem, it seems to me that there are several speakers which in fact can be a interesting device. "Push" works well as an apostrophe, a poem that is written towards a person or object that is absent or is imaginary. The way in which you use the "you" makes me think about who it is the narrator is speaking to.

[Hybrid.Rainbows]

I like your poem H. Rainbows. It is an interesting form; that each line is almost like a command. The fragments work well in conveying the meaning and the feeling. I'm confused about the narrator of this poem, it seems to me that there are several speakers which in fact can be a interesting device. "Push" works well as an apostrophe, a poem that is written towards a person or object that is absent or is imaginary. The way in which you use the "you" makes me think about who it is the narrator is speaking to.

Thank you. Though, sorry about the confustion with the narrator part of the poem. There is only one, but, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. But, thank you again.

[dukeloath]

This is the first 'poem' i wrote. I do not know anything about poetry (although have started looking into it) but I like words, a lot. So about a year ago I started putting words together. I guess I would call this 'wordplay' rather than poetry but any words of wisdom will be gratefully received.

It is part of a collection called 'Acronymonious' - I don't know if the meaning is too covert or not, let's see:

Never open something that always leaves gone-by images abridged
Reason everything. Moreover, ostracise really sad events
Revere every ghostly reason; emancipate tension
Realising a gargantuan enemy
Can alleviate the hurt and redeem solace in sorrow.

[dukeloath]

This is the first 'poem' i wrote. I do not know anything about poetry (although have started looking into it) but I like words, a lot. So about a year ago I started putting words together. I guess I would call this 'wordplay' rather than poetry but any words of wisdom will be gratefully received.

It is part of a collection called 'Acronymonious' - I don't know if the meaning is too covert or not, let's see:

Never open something that always leaves gone-by images abridged
Reason everything. Moreover, ostracise really sad events
Revere every ghostly reason; emancipate tension
Realising a gargantuan enemy
Can alleviate the hurt and redeem solace in sorrow.

[DuchessAngel37]

This is an old one, and it's one of my favorites... I remember when I wrote this, it just came to me and was done in about 30 seconds.

Perfectly Flawed
You're wonderful, you're witty
You're charming & you're sweet
You pick me up when I feel low
You sweep me off my feet
You take my side when I'm in a fight
Even if you know I'm wrong
You turn up the radio when I ask
Even though you hate the song
You take care of me when I feel sick
You answer my phone when it rings
You pick up my groceries from the store
You even get my "feminine things"
You always forgive me after an argument
No matter what nasty things I've said
There's only one thing wrong with you;
You only exist in my head



And some lovey-dovey stuff:

Burn
Lost yet found
Seeing though blind
Joy with pain
Loving you through all the darkness
Hurting you among the light
Years of struggle
Unknown truth
Denying the flames that dance
The fire that burns
The heart that loves
The passion that consumes
The love that terrifies
All the lies became truths
Denial is gone
What was hidden is revealed
Though the pain remains
And the hearts break
The tears fall
The embers die out
Yet the fire still burns



And finally...a few about my non-baby's father

Fling
You thought it was just a fling
You were wrong
When she walks into the room
There?s the way you look at her
The way you smile to yourself
You don?t think she sees
. . . But I do
When you say her name
She notices the change in your voice
In your eyes
You thought it was just a fling
But your touch tells the truth
She can feel you shiver against her skin
You don?t think she can tell
. . . But I can
We thought it was just a fling
. . . But two years later
. . . We were wrong



Ruined
I told myself I wouldn?t miss you
And I don?t
Promised to have no regrets
So I won?t

I wanted to move on
But I couldn?t
Asked my heart to love again
But it wouldn?t

You?re ruined it for everyone
No one compares to you
They don?t meet the standards
They can?t fill your shoes

You?re ruined it for everyone
I don?t trust anyone
I have no faith in love
I won?t allow anyone close enough

I swore I wouldn?t miss you
But I do

[knightss]

haha i liked perfectly flawed, made me laugh and that's always a good thing =)

[DuchessAngel37]

Glad you enjoyed it. It's one of my favs and its the only one of my poems I can recite from memory.


But then again, it's also simple as hell

[daclawson2]

I concur, perfectly flawed is great. It reminds me of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130. Actually, I was interested in the fact that it resembles a Shakespearian Sonnet, except there this poem has one extra line. But perfectly flawed has the ending couplet in that turns from the preceding lines. the rhyme scheme is similar as well. I was never a big fan of sonnets but i think the more i understand them, the more I like them. I would recommend taking a look at the Shakespearian sonnet, if you are at all interested in poetry forms or you already know about sonnets. Thank you for posting your work, I enjoyed it.

[daclawson2]

It's The Way Snow Falls

It?s the way snow falls
heavy on a window sill
outlining those eyes.
It?s the way snow falls
on her bleached hair
like clouds hanging
onto the sunshine.

It?s the way you walk
about freshly snowed fields
drunk and dizzied
by the consuming white.
And I am happiness,
the snow is finally here.

I wish my friends didn?t
live in fading dreams,
that my friends forgot
to adhere to the marines.
They could be here
playing war games.
Battles where
no one dies, only
the feelings of fingers
seem to become lost.
They could be with me
sculpting Fort Ouiatenon
or Fort Knox.

It?s the way snow falls
to turn your eye balls
to multihued ice cubes.
It?s the way snow falls
on your frost bitten body,
and the sting of being
burnt alive when you seek
the embrace of a hot shower.

It?s the way snow falls
to make you wish
that you had forgotten
to grow up.
It?s the way snow falls
to make you remember
the people that were once
here but you no longer feel.

[Hybrid.Rainbows]

It's The Way Snow Falls

It?s the way snow falls
heavy on a window sill
outlining those eyes.
It?s the way snow falls
on her bleached hair
like clouds hanging
onto the sunshine.

It?s the way you walk
about freshly snowed fields
drunk and dizzied
by the consuming white.
And I am happiness,
the snow is finally here.

I wish my friends didn?t
live in fading dreams,
that my friends forgot
to adhere to the marines.
They could be here
playing war games.
Battles where
no one dies, only
the feelings of fingers
seem to become lost.
They could be with me
sculpting Fort Ouiatenon
or Fort Knox.

It?s the way snow falls
to turn your eye balls
to multihued ice cubes.
It?s the way snow falls
on your frost bitten body,
and the sting of being
burnt alive when you seek
the embrace of a hot shower.

It?s the way snow falls
to make you wish
that you had forgotten
to grow up.
It?s the way snow falls
to make you remember
the people that were once
here but you no longer feel.

I enjoyed that alot. It was rather pretty and you had good word choice, with the ways the strung the words together. It flew nicely. I like it.

[Hybrid.Rainbows]

Another poem. Joy. This time, written of my own free will.

Pure
The rain came down
Drenching the boy
Seeping into his skin
Riding his body of blood
It flowed through him
Leaving him pure
A saint
Then came the acid
It burned deep into his body
Leaving his mind impure, tainted
A saint no more
He laid thinking of ways
To make him pure again
Was he supposed to walk among us
In this earth as dirty as the rest of us
He waited for the rains to come again
He lay on the ground
His hands outstretched
Let the rain come down on me
Leaving me pure as light
As pure as heaven
As pure as rain