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murmanjake

Joined: 21 Oct 2008
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 6:26 am Post subject: ah poetry |
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So
I've noticed a propensity
tending towards the absurd
which has
caught me in its grip
irresistible,
that urge to
return
return
return
in order that one's commentary
embodies that cert-ain
something that nothing
but unpredictable
spacing could lend |
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Easy Rider
Joined: 20 Oct 2010 Location: Korea
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 6:27 am Post subject: |
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My head!
My head!
Please delete this thread!
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loveless
Joined: 27 Jul 2010 Location: love is a danger of a different kind...
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 6:38 am Post subject: |
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ur so goddam dead
killing you, killing you
is all i wish to do
hating you, hating you
is all i need to kill you
we were so happy once
under the summer sun
you never had a hunch
i was loading my gun
killing you, killing you
do you want to kill me too
killing you, killing you
was all i wanted to do |
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Easy Rider
Joined: 20 Oct 2010 Location: Korea
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 7:05 am Post subject: |
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But I ducked and ran for cover
And you ended up alone
Trapped behind prison walls of your own psyche
Your own Jailer.
Whilst I roam free under sunny skies of an open heart. |
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RMNC

Joined: 21 Jul 2010
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 2:53 pm Post subject: |
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The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal. |
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erasmus
Joined: 11 Sep 2010
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 4:02 pm Post subject: |
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If poetry is, as they say, dead
These are the ugliest zombies I've ever seen
Please, please, please,
get this out of my head
Oh, how I long to be clean |
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alljokingaside
Joined: 17 Feb 2010
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:17 pm Post subject: |
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The man in the mirror sees his face;
It is stained-
he smacks his lips and smears,
around and around
,something brown.
(Repel the zombies with this good shit!
with this something brown)
The man in the mirror speaks in twisted tongues;
It is pained-
he smacks his lips and smears,
around and around
,something brown. |
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tanklor1
Joined: 13 Jun 2006
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:53 pm Post subject: |
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Ode to coffee.
Ohh coffee you are so sweet.
You perk up my day.
Even if before I was asleep.
You come in many flavours.
Many distinctions.
If only I had time to savor
your taste and season.
Ohh Coffee where would I be without you.
What would I drink?
Drinking Tea is doubtful.
I dare not to think. |
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erasmus
Joined: 11 Sep 2010
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:30 am Post subject: |
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Still they come
The zombie hordes
Clumsy, ugly, and dumb
They make a sound,
it's a groan.
They write it down,
it's a poem.
I fire my gun
Still they come
Clumsy, ugly, and dumb |
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loveless
Joined: 27 Jul 2010 Location: love is a danger of a different kind...
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:41 pm Post subject: |
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stately manners
the sun was shining brightly
and i could hardly wait
to wander to my window
and gaze at my estate
whats this i see a little bird
with a bright and yellow bill
i beckoned it to come and sit
upon my window sill
i smiled at it in happiness and fed it a crust of bread
then quickly slammed the window
and smashed its fuckin' head |
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Underwaterbob

Joined: 08 Jan 2005 Location: In Cognito
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 6:41 pm Post subject: |
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I've got a poetry thread around here somewhere.
Autumn Leaves
Fall has come. The air is chill. The leaves are turning red.
Like miniature parachutes whose tree-limb-planes have fled,
they fall upon the ground and lawn and all over my car.
To clean them up, I must say, a pain in the ass they are.
Found it. |
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tanklor1
Joined: 13 Jun 2006
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 6:45 pm Post subject: |
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I'm a man of the land; I'm into discipline.
I've got a bible in my hand and a beard on my chin.
If I've finished all of my chores and you've finished thine
then tonight we're going to party like it's 1699. |
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murmanjake

Joined: 21 Oct 2008
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:59 am Post subject: |
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FOr a post that started tongue in cheek
i say it has progressed
to stately things and things that reek
oh boy am i impressed
your dainty prose of zombie hordes
has left me feeling weak
you've made it clear that these are boards
not fitting for the meek
soothe my soul you daring lords
of poetry divine
stab me with your drunken swords
and on my flesh please dine
For I am but a zombie
hacking out this prose
while gorging on your rotten guts
and crunching on your toes |
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