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- unknown
Let's be creative with words instead of imagery.....
Show your poems!
- unknown0
Ok, ok
I start off...
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Mendel Quoth:
transfatty
My eyes are burning from the stench
For the hill (her breast) was itty-bitty
Oh yes, I exlaimed, the benevolent screwdriver hath lost it's lunch!
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( http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/P… might help..)
- neeko0
Green Milk For You
Good milk gone bad
Green and lumpy in the back of the fridge
Here you go kittythis is inspired by an incident that occurred this past evening. it was quite late and i was rooting around in the fridge looking for something to eat before settling onto the couch and breaking out the PlayStation. My roomates cat would not leave me alone, and was meowing very loudly. I assumed he was hungry
- unknown0
heheheh
Nice one, Neeko!
- Bluejam0
Where am i?
Here i sit, i sit here
Stoned, on a sofa
Here i sit.
- oculart0
Christ mask
A hard wooden pue there sulks the car-denial law of the catho-lick church subdating hushers who blow out the candy deals, while the holy p-reacher and past-or should i say pull the pant-tie of the piece of puritan sandy orphans crawling on the virge of infany and cloaks calling the nursery black when clip on shy's get lied down upon behind the law for roman-tic and talk from timelines in the vision of clouded specta-cults to bring god riddence out on the full moon to be viewed by Gen. ky jelly while fanning in the heat, white color dog eating those forwords and back-words uttered with nundated broomsticks vetoed in the communion of 'bUy bull' body snacking devouring the reputation to the basillicaught, block partly and cease to avoid carressing those with damaged knees cased from an outbreak of bishop disease taming a cardinals blush and a dark puritanning seashored jour-in-need to return the petrified
wood and place the next vic 'tiny ' tim to lead the holy to graceland.geoff lillemon
jan 2003
- unknown0
Knightrider
Still, at the edge of consciousness flits
at the überspace bionic war commander
From tree to tree the toasters flit
- kodap0
-kock knock.
-who's there?
-It's Barney
-Barney in tha house!!!?-No, Barney the Santa Claus.
- CAJTBr0
here's my poem about poetry
--too many poets
no audience
why bother?
if you want to communicatea message
you can do it better
with prose
- kodap0
you just did prose, not a poem about poetry.
- CAJTBr0
it was a selection of carefully chosen language designed to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound and rhythm.
- unknown0
the invisible clowns of melancholy,
transparent,irony dark suborbital
deep space mayo hear
they scaredyou are minging crevices lethal 80's spam,
panties for all kill fertile,
potter wombats
- ********0
I'm a poet
and
I don't know it!really sorry! ;)
- unknown0
Any cut-ups are welcome as well...
let's have some serious entertainment here.
- unknown0
More opinions on the gravity of the world.
At the most we throw and stroll,
and at the least spot our tracks
in the dust of the trail.
The majority among us are less effective.
Like the birds that pick at the dining table centerpieces,
mimicking Hooter girls with Shooter Specials,
a sling-shot route to the world's tallest zero gravity ride.
Meanwhile in La-La Land, a stuffed baby leopard scales my thigh.
- unfittoprint0
Assombro ou Paz
Em vão tudo esvaído
Num baixo mar engandor de espuma
E o sonho
Despertado em Bruma
O Sonho
Quase vivido.QUASI (Mário de Sá Carneiro)
- exador0
Bring to the fire, your age old concepts
your broken heart
your wounded intellect
bring everything you've guarded.
or whatever you recollect.Bring to the fire, your old report cards
your first embrace
whatever you regard
as something that you wanted
that you tallyd or you chartedCan you remember the rain
and how the memories stain
as the years roll by and steal them away from you?Bring to the fire, your abusive past
bring a starry night
bring your old baseball bat
it's intangible like smoke
somthing you wont get back oh noBring to the fire, your engagement ring,
bring a world war
bring everything and wait for me
oh i know i won't be long
together we can burn our memoriesCan you remember the rain
and how the memories stain as the years roll by and steal them away from you
as the years roll by and steal them away
- unknown0
pretty serious stuff, ex!
:,|
- exador0
thanks man...
wrote that about 8 years ago...
cheers
ex
- exador0
As i get older i seem to realize
that all the good intentions,
dont match up to all the lies
and i question all around me
for the sake of seeming wiseAs i get older i dont get quite so phased
by people clenching fists in anger
pardon me while i count the ways
how this stench im getting used to
seems to grow, seems to say....what happened to the good times
whats so good about today?
oh, innocence abandoned me
cuz ive been miles awayAs i get older i always will pretend
that everyday feels new to me
when the fact is that im dead
to all of lifes surprizes,
they're re-runs to me insteadNow that im older, one thing is unsure
that if im so desensitized,
why cant i find the cure?
and forget that once your born
just like the snow, you cant stay pureWhat happened to the goodtimes?
whats so good about today?
oh, innocence abandoned me
cuz ive been miles away