legameboy Posted July 18, 2003 Share Posted July 18, 2003 All of you who like poem writing post your poems here! Here's two of my works: Mother Nature Her hair is like the summer breeze Her eyes are in a gentle freeze Her face is like a golden ray Her touch is soft like flowers of May Her walk is graceful on the prairie Her spirit is high and very merry Her name has not the slightest denature Her name in this world is Mother nature The Reign of Sauron He lives near a mountain A fiery fiery fountain That smokes the smog of shadows That kills all of the meadows He reigns with terror and strife With the Nazgul with their knife With orcs oh so foul With their terrorizing scowl The eye always watches For the ring who put notches In the poor man who bore The golden circle of sore Darkness spreads quickly Darkness spreads thickly Covering the entire world For it to be forever whirled Good will flee Good will plea That they stay alive That they survive But good will rise And destroy the evil eyes That watched them for ages And put them in cages Sauron will return He will never die And Frodo will yurn And forever try To destroy the Ring And not cling To the evil that it has His strength will mass And the ring will burn in fiery gas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 18, 2003 Share Posted July 18, 2003 as seen in my math book from 5th grade: i once was here but now i'm gone i left my name to party on those that knew me, knew me well those that didnt can go to hell! i'm murdering your threads aren't i? i'm sorry but i couldnt resist this one! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 18, 2003 Author Share Posted July 18, 2003 lol, that was kinda funny... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tufkad Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 Haiku: I am a jedi. And I have a lightsaber. Lightsabers are cool. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 There once was a girl from Nantucket... okay maybe I should stop... I could get banned Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 This is getting way out of hand, I thought some good poemists would post here *sigh* oh well.... PS. This is great! I sent one of my poems to http://www.poetry.com about 3-4 months ago, and I just got a letter today that they wanted to publish it in one of their books!!!!! Oh, and here's the poem that I sent: My Girl Of all the people I'd like to know I'd really like to know you so I've glanced at you so very few oftens Thinking that I've always been forgotten You probably never even glanced And I haven't had the nerve to ask If you would like to be my girl My entire life would forever swirl You would be my dream come true The question is why and how and who THIS IS GREAT!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTeddyPaul Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 I have one about Nantucket (sp?) but I can't say it. Not really about Nantucket but the word is in there. BigTeddyPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 Well, aren't you all going to congratulate me on my accomplishment? j/k Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 Originally posted by legameboy Well, aren't you all going to congratulate me on my accomplishment? j/k which is??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 Grey Stone Shallow, deep still, standing still confusing the manic me your a world a shower of disruption somber sacharine turns in my stomach exhausting are my last attempts to move you pushing and pulling... still standing still you speak more when nothing is said as the keystone of my existence still standing still without you holding up our spirits the past just falls and hits me in the face still standing still sledgehammers cannot crush you're vibrant lifelessness holding you in adoration still standing still I covet your millstone vitality... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Eggplant Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 There is ONE or I to begin with TWO is WE and in logical order THREE is YOU FOUR is simple LOVE and then the beat repeats to the opposite four letter word that of HATE next is FIVE ANGER most definitely is SIX to DETEST finality reaches SEVEN and we DESPISE lately comes EIGHT the feeling of BETRAYAL NINE, we lay our bodies down drained APATHETIC then wake to the light which is TEN LONELINESS ELEVEN being two separate ones like YOU and I an odd unstable number a time of Instability which is what Love and Life are all about TEN leads not to ELEVEN but just back to ONE or I you can COUNT on that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Eggplant Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 What a treasure you are they make references to you in books, you are in the Dictionary for sure; a thing most extra-ordinary living 350 Million years ago Speckled with five horns and no ears. What would the Golden Realm of the Terrible Lizards have been like without you? Rex and his evil friends might have won. But you saved the day, you paved the way Mankind should thank you; for you are my favourite Dinosaur of all time no matter what the Greeks say. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Eggplant Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 I am Insane as you see, I am a Bane for myself and for you and for Life; What went Wrong? Why so Naive? Why so arrogantly Stubborn. Fall into place in life, create no waves be a Cog. I'll tell you something about Reality more precisely I will leave this for you to think over, in plain english; the world of grey the world of the Sane where Lunatics are locked away for our safety and Societies, you hold the answers you have the key we are all locked up the Sane people are free. Why then is there Travesty? Chaos, Murder, Misery? If Sanity is the desired state, If Reality the sensible place of War and Hate if all Life is, is a big Rat Race and Money then I am Insane. nothing will change, and the Sane will be held to blame all over a question of Clear Thinking. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 Holy TRIPLE post!! That's rare! hehehe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 My accomplishment is that I submitted my poem to http://www.poetry.com 4 months ago, and now they sent me a letter saying it was made a semi-finalist for the International Poetry contest. Also, they want to publish it in a collection of poems called Eternal Portraits. I'll give you a snippet: Dear Paul, after carefully reading and discussing your poem, "My Girl," our Selection Committee has certified your poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest. Your poem will automatically be entered into the final competition held in August 2003. ... finalist... prizes... 1,000... that's not all... In celebration of the unique talent you have displayed, we also wish to publish your poem in what promises to be the most highly sought after collections of poetry we have ever published... THIS IS WONDERFUL!!!!! Also, those are terrific poems Eggplant and Groovy :thmbup1: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 good for you, congrats! what's the big prize for winning? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 Well, I could win 1 of 104 cash or gift prizes, $1,000, and maybe even the anual $10,000. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pbguy1211 Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 cool! good for you, and good luck! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 Thank you for the good luck! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 I think for this thread, we will allow the double and triple posts because damn, if you got some good stuff, spit it out, and man I have read some really good stuff here. I have alot of stuff myself, but not quite as good as Eggplant's stuff. (Grim Fandango, w00tness!!! ) Drenched Skin feels so wet gave up trying to regret. Eyes are filling up again. Visions are thicker in pairs of ten, or maybe eleven... Our faces are cut to even imperfection. Do you remember how you cam this far? At the stoplight, you never think of where you are. He keeps laughing all the time, instead of hanging in the door, try putting your head back in your mind. The tape is always stuck in rewind. See how regret never forgets. Can't be to sure reasoning with yourself. Who is really? Nobody's pure. Ever notice how it doesn't matter when your at the stoplight? Standing on the corner. This time it seems that i'm bored most of the time. Walked down to the lake shore today. Tripping over bodies I once knew. Some faces familiar, but only few. At parties there's nothing to do, I'll just wait and get invited too. It's still a few, and maybe some. Well I'll be a son of a gun. Yes I know I can't be right tonite. Father was an aquaintnance who probably was my dad, but don't cry over that, I never said I was sad, but if you are, then I'll surely be glad. Cause I never cared until I got to the stoplight. Then it all hit me at once. I could, but I couldn't forget who I was. Just sitting at the stoplight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
legameboy Posted July 19, 2003 Author Share Posted July 19, 2003 Think What makes our brain think What makes our mind clink What makes us think hard Until our brains are jarred Is it lore we seek Do we study the meek Will we read books And measure looks The wise will ponder And think about yonder The smart will question And make a suggestion Knowledge is what we really want It’s what we chase after like a hunt But once we have discovered We realize there is more to uncover The hunt for knowledge will never end We will search again and again and again Night The wind, the stars, the moon The everlasting gloom The fall of the sun The smell of rum That makes the night go by The feel of cold The noise of old The fear of wolves The sound of hooves That makes me almost cry Let the sun rise Let the moon go to its demise And let everybody wake For the entire daylight’s sake Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 Whispers in your breath, Flowers and golden eyes. Words and whistles of song, short abreviations of faith. Sun goes down, beneath shady tree. Silent murmer of nature's speech. Joy thinning as you run away, only to come back again, and lay down with the man, you cannot understand. Mentioning phrases of promises to be broken. But I run away, and come back again. Only to hear them over and over and over and over again. To keep meaningless things from ending. And let nature have it's way... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 He creeps, and crawls came and stole my breath don't save a prayer for the slayer of those eternally slept taught us to build education swept up on our minds. Taking civilizations down to their own death. Looted the forces of nature, using all knowledge found, feeding on it's strength, gaining the power to control... every living thing around... Convinced us to help him complete his task, rewarding us with a share of his facts. This continued and decades passed. Forming a solution, to defeat our fear of the unknown. The product was finally complete, their was nothing like it, so others built one just like it, only for the sake of the competition. To build others, that had to supply them with all they could, while growing poor steadily, and this is how we go... Waiting for his toy to explode, bastard used his skills to manipulate, by raping nature and it's mate, to create an evil storm. We wait for it's destruction... PHD. Another Mastermind, genius of the times... What did you find? That kept U(.)S(.) from falling behind? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gorganfloss Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 With but one finger, I balance this bug, On the precipice of death. End. hmmmmm I should rethink that... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 19, 2003 Share Posted July 19, 2003 To each day do we return, a solid portion of restlessness, to our little cave in the sky. Hanging discomforts on a hook, somewhere behind the sofa, which is behind the T. V. Where all rest in the waking hour, watch them dry up, nail them to the wall, and roll in apathy. During the limited time available. Chewing at flesh, biting back at the wind. Animosity makes a steel heart rust. Is it no wonder why the concourse will crawl? Now, how long until apocalypse? Hang all troubles on a hook, and leave them out to die. All souls must fly free, before the door is closed... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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