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Feel free to post any original poems of yours. Please use the spoiler tag so we don't waste room and please put the poem title (if any) and whether it is appropriate for younger age groups. Thank you so much... was that too much?
And yes, I'll post a poem of mine after this short introduction of my poetry beginnings. Oh, and you don't have to do this, either. :)
Well, my English teacher had told me to enter this Walt Whitman poetry contest because she thought that I was an exceptionally talented writer. So I typed up a rough draft and she loved it so much that she mailed it in without my permission. Yeah...I was pretty irritated at her for that, but I quickly got over it. This was in February of this year, by the way. After writing the Walt Whitman poem, I then decided to write up some more poems to show to my teacher. I think she's become a little obessive after them and I don't know whether that's a good thing or not. Anyhow, I began to type up thirty-five poems in one and a half months. And that is how I became an unofficial poet.
Enjoy!

Spoiler: The Floating Moon; Appropriate-Yes
The Floating Moon

A child, delicate and inquisitive, points her finger up
At a shape in the midnight blue night sky, and she
Asks what it is, but no one is around her; she promises
To visit the force of nature every time night arrives

During the day that follows, the little girl gathers
Plants and insects to venerate it; in her basket sits
Lobelias, aquilegias, nasturtiums, and foxgloves;
Silverspot butterflies, bees, fireflies, and mantises

Impatiently she waits for the atypical shape to arrive,
She sits at the base of the oldest oak tree in the forest,
Sorting out all the flowers she gathered to pass time;
Yet time is still going by slowly, the sun steadily setting

When night arrives and the birds end their serenades,
The girl jumps up to greet the floating moon; carefully
She studies it, forming her petite fingers into a square
That rests in front of her face and she stares at it

With a stick she traces all the designs of the moon,
Following the dark gray pattern that looks like a rabbit;
Coloring in the white fireworks and the light gray splotches
That make the moon what it is, the light of the night

The girl suddenly feels a deep connection to the moon,
Powerful and luminous; she feels that it is where she belongs,
Gazing under the moonlight, watching the fireflies dance;
The floating moon is calling to her, telling her to smile

The smells of the flowers, delicious, sweet, and pure;
A waft of aromas and fragrances circle around her,
Hoping that she will never want to run and hide away;
The girl smiles up at the moon and dances elatedly

The hooting of owls, the warbling of late sparrows;
The chirping of crickets, the croaking of frogs;
The rustle of leaves, or the nearly inaudible breezes;
All the noises, quiet and loud, lift her spirits up

She begins to touch everything around her while dancing;
Her hands feel the smooth and jagged rocks, and the
Dry, coarse bark that covers all the trees; the soft wings
Of a bird or butterfly, the tenderness of a wooly leaf

All the different fruits that have grown around the girl,
She tastes them all; the bitterness of a fresh lemon,
The sweetness of the sugary strawberries, the crunch of
The crimson apples, the spongy inside of a violet plum

The girl feels as it she has made a connection with the
Moon that gazes and watches over her protectively;
She enjoys every ounce of magic that it is giving her,
The smells, tastes, sights, noises, and tingly sensations

As shadowy dusk gradually turns back into vivid dawn,
The petite little girl plants all the flowers back into the
Rich brown soil, delicately digging holes in for them;
Her perpetual connection with the moon still in her heart


Questions? Comments? Criticism?
By the way, I have my own style of poetry, so please don't mention how a sentence may go onto the next line or why there's no periods.
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Cool poem ^^
Can we post poems in other languages?, cause I made some poems in spanish
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Wow! I really loved your poem. It felt so nature-ful. Ok, so that's not really a word, but IT IS NOW it was the closest-fitting description I could think of.
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I've always written dark poetry, but I haven't written anything up in quite a while. There's nothing sexual or dirty, but they are pretty serious, so I'm giving you fair warning like I should. I'll stick them in spoiler tags. I've always been more of a free-form person, as well.

If you like reading that kind of stuff, by all means, go ahead. I'll post my two 'best' works up here. The first one I edited because it was suicidal. The focus has changed quite a bit. :meekins:

Spoiler:
[Untitled]

The drawer rumbles
A clean blade
Just laying there
For someone to take;
Someone who’s not dead,
Music is not enough
The eyes stare,
The mind contemplates
A murder
Of oneself
A line forms
Red as a cherry,
Thin as the edge of the blade
On the wrist of a person
Too depressed to go on
Soon drowned,
In a pool of red
The person loses consciousness
She doesn’t know if anyone misses her,
She won’t ever know,
There’s no turning back.


Spoiler: A Night in Blackwater Park
Here's one I just wrote, heavily influenced by the lyrics written by the Swedish band Opeth. I used to adore them, though I don't listen to their music as much anymore. I should start listening to them again, their music is beautiful.


the sun sets over Blackwater Park
crimson rose petals soaked in blood drift away
the coloured leaves spiraling to the ground below
helplessly coveting their barren branches

it is a peaceful place,
surrounded by the glimmering midnight sky
a shining stream of black tears
reminds us of how we suffered

a beautiful thing, though
stalking shadows ahead
on this cold november evening
who is crying for you here?

the hapiness fades away
… as the sun forever rises over Blackwater Park

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...I just finished typing this. Literally. XD Poems seem to come to me at the weirdest times. Anyways, it's pretty short, so enjoy~

Spoiler: goodbye
you gaze out the moonroof
at the cold florescent stars
trudging by in double file
till the neon blur of the city fades
to sweet, sweet nothing
and you want to bail out of that last memento
of your concrete-and-glass prison
and fall into the fields
where the grass tickles your cheek again
and the night sky greets you as if you'd never
left.


I tried not to make it TOO hard to understand. But if you don't like it, just let me know so I can make it better. =)

P.S. Sorry, I don't really use capitalization in poems for some reason. It just doesn't look right to me. XD Not that I have a problem with anyone else doing it, though. It's just my style, y'know?
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Thank you all! :D

@vhunter13—Yes, you can post poems in other languages. It would be very interesting.

@kristophlover967—Dark poetry is a favorite of mine, because of the nature that we humans really have. The whole world is obscure one way or another, but there's always room for light to seek in.
I enjoyed both of your poems very much. They're both very passionate.

@Comfortably Numb—Honestly, I loved it. Haha, it's fine. Without capitalization, it actually makes your poem even better.
^_^

I typed up a new poem yesterday. Enjoy!

Spoiler: Artemis
"Artemis"

The silver moon hanging in the night sky, full and lustrous;
The white-tailed deer scurrying away from her bow and arrows;
She stands upon a hill that rests beneath Mount Olympus,
Ready to begin her hunting phase under the shining moon

A bear stalking up next to her, a she-bear named Andromeda,
A brown bear it is, her companion that joins alongside her;
From the distance a deer can be heard rustling in the bushes,
And Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt, runs towards the noise

Lifting her silver arrow and bow into the air, she firmly grips it
And the arrow goes straight into the innocent white-tailed deer;
But she pities the death of it and in hopes of bringing it back,
She rebels against the codes of Zeus and gradually revives it

The goddess of the moon does not distress punishment at all
So she lets the deer go to join its family; she calls forth Andromeda;
They dive deeper into the forest, the moon casting an uncanny
Glow through the treetops that are floating high above their heads

Artemis adorns a silver robe that flows like a stream to her knees,
A white crescent moon clutching onto the piece of glittery silk;
With silver slippers and white moons dancing around her robe,
She dodges trees with her lengthy deep black hair oscillating

Wolves and deer and dogs and bears stare at her in wonder,
Black and brown and green and violet eyes gazing softly;
She is their master, their tamer; goddess of the forest animals;
Away she runs as she maneuvers closer to the place she loves

A stream that reflects off of the moon, absorbing its moonlight;
Artemis’ benevolent and gleaming eyes shine without any end,
As she sits down upon a rock, staring at the moon with pride;
Goddess of the hunt, moon, and forest animals; beloved Artemis

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yay great poem, I really like greek mithology
and here is a work of me, I know its short and creepy in someways but I wanted to post it
Spoiler: Untitled poem in spanish
Cuando todo esta oscuro
y silencioso
estoy ahi
en la oscuridad de tu alma habito
y aunque con tu luz me debilito
con la oscuridad obtengo poder infinito
de tu carne me quiero alimentar y
tu sangre como vino quiero tomar
tu odio, tu miedo,
tu tristesa,tu enojo me dan poder
soy tu demonio y tu verdugo
y llevarte a la oscuridad eterna mi obligacion es.

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Thank you.
Your poem was a great one. It's not at all too short; poems are never "too short or too long".
It being in Spanish adds to the factor of amazing.
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no not like that

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Spoiler:
My German poetry is nicer, IMO.

pairs of misty eyes
the flowers on the coffin
make them overflow

fingers on the wheel
raging thoughts make him tremble
boy by the roadside

children's heavy sobs
make firemen fight the tears
the bear is ablaze

dripping from the knife
she leaves the front door open
ripe fruit can't compare

the vase now shatters
yet another argument
night in the motel

...I only write depressing stuff. D: How come?

(Those are seperate senyrus, by the way.)

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Those are types of Japanese poetry, right? They resemble a haiku in many different ways, except that they are not about nature, but they aren't always about nature either.
They were all good though.
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ok I got 2 ones I just recovered (I lost them^^U)

Spoiler: Untitled (I'm not good with titles, ok?)
Mi corazon en el dolor esta hundido
Mi alma en el dolor quedo
Toda esperanza perdi
Y en el abismo lentamente cai


and here's the other one based on cthulhu ^^
Spoiler: "El despertar de Cthulhu"
Las estrellas han vuelto a su posicion
Los mares se abrieron y de ahi el emergio
La sangre de los que se le opongan ah de caer
Pues el con gran poder ah vuelto a nacer
La tierra se ah de preparar
Ya que el la volvera a conquistar
Y esta vez su reinado de terror ah de llenar
A vivos y muertos,jovenes y viejos , hombres y mujeres por igual
Su poder infinito sera
Y su legado por siempre vivira

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Oh wow. You guys are good. I can write a poem about anything really... But I prefer it to rhyme.

Here are a couple of mine.

Spoiler: "Imagination"
Imagination was intended
To be used, not to be fended
Off, in some dark corner of the mind
If you would just look, you would find

A colourful world, all of your own
A place your personal thoughts call home
And take shape, flight, colour and feeling
Things that only you are seeing.

But in the modern world today
A tradgedy took imagination away
People crave to be normal, monochrome, boring
And talk about work, and tv, and snoring.

When inside their hearts, their soul is hurting
Ignored and lonely, famished and smarting
To stop it withering down to nothing
We humans must, must use it for something

Drawing, writing, thinking, fighting
To catch a fish, to keep it biting
Remember that you are unique
That you are you, and I am me.

Remember that you're a human being
Intelligent, creative, always feeling.
Remember individuality
Remember to let your spirit free.


Spoiler: "A Collection of Haikus That Aren't About Nature... :S"
Words, like Kinder Eggs
Pretty, cheap, yet thrown away
With hidden secrets.
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Maiden of the Night.
You fly, gracefully silent,
Unaware of me.
-
Sit on my table,
Sit on the throne you deserve,
My one pride and joy
-
They just walk past me
Am I not worthy of care?
Just a lazy bum.
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Ooh, haiku!
They are all wonderful without having nature in them. =)
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Yeah, so I wrote a few a while ago.

Spoiler: "Why"
Why must tears run out
just when you need them most?
Why are all my nightmares about
always the same cruel ghost?

Why must we always be deceived
by those we love the most?
And why, just when you feel relieved,
that, of the challenge, is gone the worst,
your trust, your self-esteem,
your confidence... it's all lost?

I've been told to go on,
that the worst has happened,
that the challenge's gone...
...But I can't.

I just can't hold on:
it's just too much to take in...
Besides, what's done is done,
but I'm not sure at all
if I can keep it within.

The wings of my only angel,
the dream of my life's sleep...
It's been all destroyed...
And what's left for me?
...To weep.

A battered soul,
a bruised body,
a powerless heart...
Everything I did...
All that, done in vain...
and all left for me to do
is just to yell at myself,
"Why, dammit, why?
Why does this keep happening?
Why must I be in pain?
Why must this keep going on
again...
and again...
and again...?"


Spoiler: "Sounds of Me"
Sounds that hum around myself,
sounds that have nothing to tell;
sounds I barely even know,
sounds that, with the stream,
just come and go...

Those sounds that right now rule my life,
those sounds that also ruined myself;
same sounds that took me to new heights
and that through life,
hid all my paths along the way...

All of a sudden they all shut down,
and leave me walking through empty space.
Others around me can't see my face;
while they can't see me
I try my hardest, all by myself,
to find someone only for me,
somebody special, someone who will
give out their heart and soul for me;
but then, no matter how hard I look,
I cannot find them...
I cannot see...

I cannot find...
someone for me...

If videogames make murderers, then guns kill people and spoons made Rosie O'Donnell fat.
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I wrote a poem in literally five minutes for my baby sister, Alita, because it was her birthday.

Spoiler: Happy Birthday
When you’re zero, ten, forty, seventy, or one-hundred, you
Still have to celebrate one special day every single year or
You can’t get any older than what you are right this instant;
When you skip over your birthday, do skip Christmas as well

Blowing out candles that light up the dark room slightly,
Eating chocolate ice cream cake when you get home,
Opening gifts and telling your mother to return certain items,
Spending quality time with family from the other side

The school day might seem like a long day to you, but it’s
Actually passing by quickly; grabbing balloons from friends,
Blushing at the silly way they decorated your crimson locker,
Receiving gifts from others who just want to make today special

And luckily you’ve grown up enough that teachers don’t sing
“Happy Birthday” and make you tomato red and embarrassed;
They just smile and say, “Happy Birthday. It is your birthday, right?”
Then you’ll just laugh and say yes, smiling back up at them

When you step off that yellow bus you always ride and talk on,
You are practically bubbling with excitement and happiness,
Telling you that today is “my special day and no one else’s”;
And you stampede into your house, carrying pencils and balloons

One red balloon, one green balloon, one purple balloon; a
Dragonfly balloon, a butterfly balloon, evens a unicorn balloon;
Four circular balloons, three square balloons, and one triangle balloon;
They almost make you fly right out of your shoes with the breeze

So just for now I’ll sing that silly “Happy Birthday” song that no teacher
Sings anymore to you, but I can’t promise that my voice will be good;
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear
Somebody, happy birthday to you.” Please tell me you’re happy, okay?


This next one is about, um...child abuse, I suppose. If you really read the words carefully, it will become more clear. I think...I hope.

Spoiler: Between
I trace the cracks that fill the sidewalk with much integrity;
I walk along the slate pavement without a word from my mouth;
It’s quiet all around me, no birds, and no people, not anything;
Everything seems to be stationary as if time has entirely stopped

My gaze drifts all around me and I pay close attention;
The color is fading gradually, not a single ounce of illumination;
The sky is gray but it is not raining, even my skin seems gray;
The sun is still out but there’s no light shining down upon me

The grass, no longer green, the water, no longer ultramarine;
The clouds, no longer white, the flowers, no longer lustrous;
The bark of trees, no longer brown, the houses no longer tan;
Although I appear to be in seclusion, I promise to be hopeful

I end up running back to my house; it is placid and lackluster,
And I attempt to open the door, but it will not even budge slightly;
Try and try again I do but nothing happens, nothing at all;
I feel something beside my feet with no shoes; a golden key

The only thing that has a pigment to it, the only object to be found;
Tentatively I pick it up in my hand but I drop it instantaneously,
The key was cold, so much more frigid than everything else here;
When I pick it up again, this time it’s as warm as a mild wildfire

Regardless of the cold to hot momentum, I place the key between
My quivering hands and I open up the door slowly, unhurriedly;
Without even a second glance I turn away from the sight I see,
The picture burning into my memory forever, forever, forever

A flash of white from the left, a flash of purple from the right;
A glimmer of green from above, a glimmer of blue from below;
I cannot open my eyes; I am petrified of seeing that again;
Then suddenly, without any warning of such, a flash of red comes

I know that the color has returned to my world and home,
And I know that the leaves and trees are emerald again;
I still cannot open my eyes; they are tightly glued shut,
But I feel an icy hand on my shoulder; I open my eyes

I trace the cracks that fill the sidewalk with much integrity;
I walk along the slate pavement without a word from my mouth;
It’s quiet all around me, no birds, and no people, not anything;
Everything seems to be stationary as if time has entirely stopped

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I'm kinda jealous... Of your amazing poetry skills. ^o^ One of my poems won a competition once, though, so I must be alright. XD
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Really? I don't think I have a brilliant poetic skill. I'm just an amater, but thank you very much. ^_^
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I, ah, got to read this one at Poem in Your Pocket Day in Bryant Park, Manhattan. I personally think it is made of fail, but I'll share it anyway. Because my mom had the nerve to frame the damn thing.....

Spoiler: Dark
The night can cover my fears
Its darkness shields me from harm
All is invisible as I rest in the hands
of what some see as a monster,
but can be tamed to grace.
She is the mother of the evening.
She cradles the stars,
and nurtures the moon.
The planets hand in her balance,
shining against her wondrous skin.
Her beauty is surpassed by none,
and only matched by the glory of day.
She caresses the earth when her time comes,
taking over the place of her brother.
She paints the sky with hues paralleling the sun's.
As I sleep in the confines of home,
I refuse to deny the night's beauty.
It creeps into the soul to comfort.
It grants the peace of silence, and the calm
that can only arrive when all are resting
anticipating the opening of their eyes
into the light of dawn.
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Honestly... it was wonderful!
Your poem reminds me greatly of Nyx, the Greek goddess of night.
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Wow...really? ^///^ Thank you very much!
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Yes, really. You're very welcome!
I've written up another poem. This one is about a fictional character, not an OC or someone from a book or picture. I'll post two different ones.

Spoiler: Ice Queen
Three snow white wolves gathering around
Her unending pale Carolina blue dress;
She walks through the dense forest,
Passing by ice-covered evergreen tress

Snow is falling on her long silver hair,
Gently touching down on the white crown
That circles a halo around her hair;
Eddied dove gray clouds swirling about

Wearing white gloves down from the elbows,
The Ice Queen summons her magic;
With a tranquil serenade it sings,
Revolving into patterns above in the sky

Sapphire crystal formations assemble around
The wolves and her, slowly they rise to meet
Her transparent arched wings, ice dancing
With a unique pattern all around them

Misty icy blue eyes stare emotionlessly
Out at nothing, pale lips tight with ire
Slowly she touches her snowflake necklace,
Letting two broad ribbons spin wildly

She inaudibly walks away from the forest,
The white castle-like patterns on the bottom
Of her dress being dragged along, pale lace
Lightly drifting behind her with the wind


Spoiler: Ruby
Crimson and black roses decorating the entire room,
Painted onto branches of sable they sit lifelessly;
A deep cerise table in every corner, roses on them all,
Some wilting over the vases, others covered in thorns

From the door hidden within the right carmine wall
Arrives a woman, carrying a stick with a heart on it,
The inside of it brimming with atroquinine poison,
Completely invisible to anyone but the one named Ruby

With pure deep claret hair tied into a curly bun,
She twirls it around with her index finger, laughing;
Her milky and pale violet eyes glare down wickedly,
Dark maroon lips curving into a tight, thin smile

Crimson, mauve, and sable butterfly wings coming out
From her back; burgundy, raspberry, and damask dress
Falling down her body, black flames circling up the bottom;
Shoes clicking against the tiled floor, sounding like bells

She raises her frail arms into the air, dancing lithely,
Circling across the somber and nefarious room without
Missing a step; she gracefully swings over to a music player,
Pressing the button and out purrs a daunting melody

From a murky corner creeps out a black cat, holding a
Milky violet lace necklace with three red hearts hanging;
It walks over to her, holding up its head, and she takes it,
Wrapping it around her neck, the rubies glimmering

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vhunter13 wrote:
yay great poem, I really like greek mithology
and here is a work of me, I know its short and creepy in someways but I wanted to post it
Spoiler: Untitled poem in spanish
Cuando todo esta oscuro
y silencioso
estoy ahi
en la oscuridad de tu alma habito
y aunque con tu luz me debilito
con la oscuridad obtengo poder infinito
de tu carne me quiero alimentar y
tu sangre como vino quiero tomar
tu odio, tu miedo,
tu tristesa,tu enojo me dan poder
soy tu demonio y tu verdugo
y llevarte a la oscuridad eterna mi obligacion es.


:beef: I actually understood most of that.
I guess my Spanish doesn't suck as bad as I thought.

I was wanting to write a poem in French. Maybe I can use this as my excuse to.
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Sorry for bumping a quite old and forgotten thread but I would like to show you guys some of my little poems I wrote some time ago. I think that's better than starting a new thread just for my poems, right?

Anyway, here they are:

Spoiler: Who..
Disguise,
you know it's the only way, it works
To hide from here
To escape from here
Mask,
you know the method, it works
To not get hurt
To not feel anything
Face,
you know how, it works
To see no expressions
To look into unseeing eyes
Anxiety,
you know why, it works
To be insecure
To be worried
Loneliness,
you know where, it works
To feel with your heart
To think with your brain

Nothing works forever...

Spoiler: You and Me
You never looked at me, I looked at you
You never helped me, I helped you
You never cared for me, I cared for you
You never smiled at me, I smiled at you
You never thought about me, I thought about you
You never searched for me, I searched for you
You never saw me, I saw you
You never suffered for me, I suffered for you
You left me alone, I never left you alone
You let me down, I never let you down
You lied to me, I never lied to you
You avoided me, I never avoided you
You pushed me away, I never pushed you away
You stabbed me, I never stabbed you
You killed me, I never killed you
You exist, I never existed

What am I?










Your Conscience


To be honest, I don't like the first poem that much but people seem to like, I don't get why but okay.
The second one is well, I wrote it because I felt like it. Was quite fun to write and I liked the idea that was in my mind...

erm, questions, criticism, suggestions or something like that?
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A quickie I did for English homework:

Spoiler: New Town
They build castles on top of volcanoes
Volcanoes on which they build towns
City built on eruption of greed
The grass below is peaceful,
Trees taking root in the ground
Rustling, Hustling
Fuss
Bother
How long ‘til it burns to the ground?

They build shops opposite volcanoes
Shops and stalls and alleyways
Alleys will be the death of you
People here are busy
Business and leisure at war again
Banks holding bankers
Shops holding customers
Money makes the loudest of sounds

Can I interest you in a membership, sir?
Twenty percent off, sir
A suit, don’t fret it’s not fir
Unless you want it, sir
A gift for your wife?
Just hand over money, sir
Be in here for life

They dig graves in the ground
The dead need their space
People are peaceful here
Nevertheless
Coffins, extravagant
Gravestones, elegant
Their owners are dead
Be in there after life

Gies a bloody light
Canne see a ‘hing
Where’s the shovel?
Get another yin
Sell it tae Rob
Go get wasted
Aye, this is the life

Museums, places of history
See how other people lived their lives
Bronze, silver, golden coins
Weapons and armour here too
And jewellery
Precious jewellery
Never mind the dead, it’s your collection now
How much would it cost
For one human soul?

Another volcano now
Triumph of nature
Stands proud over
City below
Hokers, they challenge it
Cold wind in their faces
Threatening to blow them
Down low
One stands victorious
Up high feels glotious
“Glory and power be mine”
Don’t tempt fate at the edge

Get off the ledge, sir
It really isn’t worth it
Still got your life left, sir
Don’t give me any excuses
We’re all broke these days
Mine left three days ago
I got no money left
Just get back off the bloody edge

Or will I push you myself?
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Spoiler: in spanish "Las Flores Malsanas"/"The Flowers of Evil"/"Les Fleurs du Mal"
He bebido el vino fantasmal de los lagos astrales
Presenciado la blasfemia de los espectrales artesanos
Indagado prohíbidos pasajes musicales, pero,
¡No! no es comparado con el acaricio del demonio
El acaricio a éstas flores malsanas.

El tacto es áspero y crudo,
Envolvente miseria en pétalos grotescos
Detestable tallo de exasperantes gritos,
Diablos danzantes sujetan las raíces,
Amarradas en un distante infierno,
Las flores malsanas,
Siembro de Lucifer.


Inspirated by Charles Baudelaire's poetry in his book "Les Fleurs Du Mal".

Spoiler: in spanish "El Amor Sangra"/"Love Bleeds"
En la penumbra,
donde las fiebres se atenúan,
Los temores se vuelven placeres,
El capricho perverso del hombre ciego,
Será azotado bajo el aullido anocheciente
La inocencia cambia su vestido
Por uno más indecente,
Y el lujurioso golpe
Nunca había sido tan hardiente

El anonimato del martirizador
es siempre bien dado
Ocultado tras el antifaz
y las garras de terciopelo
Su llama de castigo
Es la pulida consiencia,
Y liberando represalias
Atrancadas por la demencia,
Deja fluír tu cuerpo
Deja fluír la rojiza
sangre en señal de amor resplandeciendo.


A poem inspirated by masochism.
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Yay, poetry! Let me show you my poem on the animals swapping skin~did this 3 or so years ago, was about 10, 11.

Spoiler: Nonsense poem about animals in the wrong skin
Tigers wearing silly spots,
Cheetah's sorting stripes!
The Polar bears gone all chocolate brown,
the grizzly ones snow white!
The rabbits swap with crocodiles,
bunnies with green scaly skin.
A peacock mixed with an elephant,
And furry Tuna in a tin!
Mice have the skin of a robin,
the robins have the shell of a bug.
Cows are no longer cold,
a lions mane keeping them snug.
But this is silly, this is insane,
and it really is just quite a pain.
Tucking in to a turkey roast,
(Here I warn you Is the most
Repulsive thing Iv'e ever seen,
It made my auntys skin go green!)
The turkey has our HUMAN skin,
and we have theirs, so I stop this thing.
All go back to normal, not a strange thing in sight.
And as I go to bed, I'm happy to say Good Night!

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Spoiler:
These words are getting old
This uncertainty is a blindfold
I'm tripping over my tongue again
Just to be your next worst friend

I never meant to be like this
For things to go so wrong so fast
Please believe I didn't mean to twist
Your arms behind your back

Just a side effect
Of my haste to collect
Drops of rainbow
Racing down my window

If I hide behind a mask of sureness
You'll never glimpse my impureness
All I ever wanted to be
I give to the person in front of me

I'm trying to catch the future
Before it run, run, runs away
But we're skating on thin ice
And I'm scared it'll crack under the weight

Lack of knowledge under foot
Suppressed feelings back and sides
Pressure coming from above
Push me forward, when I want to hide

What a waste of the weather
When it would've been better
To drown in the words
All I wanted to do was laugh

Underhanded
Crash landed
Falling out the wrong side of bed

Life and times
War crimes
All this stupid inside my head

All the words I want to say
Hide in carbon, hide in carbon
But put pressure on me and I crumble
Won't be long, won't be long.

Put the radio on
And let's pretend it's oblivion
Put your troubles on hold for a moment
And stay up until the dawn

We stay close in the dark and cold
To make sure the sun comes up again
I want to be your last best friend.


Wow, my older poems were kinda fail. Like this one.
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Oh man guys, I must show you a poem I wrote last year for English class. The assignment was that we had to create a modern-day pilgrim for The Canterbury Tales, writing it in the style of the poem. People have told me that mine is hilarious, so...yeah.

Spoiler: The Actress
Next was the Actress, tall and tan in hue,
Who wore her fine designer jeans and shoes
Upon her slender legs and dainty feet.
(She was so skinny 'cause she did not eat.)
She carried a Chihuahua in her bag.
She was a spoil'd and nasty little hag.
She'd acted in a thousand different films.
She lived in a big house in Bev'rley Hills
With her sixth boyfriend, father of her child --
A talented man, and quite meek and mild.
But she'd had sex with tons of other blokes,
So their relationship was on the ropes.
Her name was Paris Spears, or so I'm told;
She was a lass of twenty-three years old.
But in those years she'd done so much cocaine
That it had nearly driven her insane.

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Anna Cassidy wrote:
Oh man guys, I must show you a poem I wrote last year for English class. The assignment was that we had to create a modern-day pilgrim for The Canterbury Tales, writing it in the style of the poem. People have told me that mine is hilarious, so...yeah.

Spoiler: The Actress
Next was the Actress, tall and tan in hue,
Who wore her fine designer jeans and shoes
Upon her slender legs and dainty feet.
(She was so skinny 'cause she did not eat.)
She carried a Chihuahua in her bag.
She was a spoil'd and nasty little hag.
She'd acted in a thousand different films.
She lived in a big house in Bev'rley Hills
With her sixth boyfriend, father of her child --
A talented man, and quite meek and mild.
But she'd had sex with tons of other blokes,
So their relationship was on the ropes.
Her name was Paris Spears, or so I'm told;
She was a lass of twenty-three years old.
But in those years she'd done so much cocaine
That it had nearly driven her insane.


That's good. That's REALLY good. Made me laugh anyway~
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I generally write poems as lyrics, not intended to be read in a flat tone...keep it in mind.

Spoiler: Unspeakable
Even if you were to call my name
I could not say what I need to say
Even if my dreams could come true
They're not going to
Every wish upon a star
Every pulse of my woken heart
Every time I see your face
I'm reminded of what I cannot say
Can you hear me crying out the unspeakable words?
Now that my heart has finally woken
Seems like it can only be broken
Why can't I force this past my lips?


Yeah....not my best work.
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Wow, a poem about topics I mean a topic about poems? This is great! There are actually so many talented AA fans and poets here. Here's one I made in mid-June of this year that my Reading teacher took from me to post in our school magazine. And yes, this sounds childish, but I'm a child!

Spoiler: Nature: A Poem
The grass so lush, the leaves so green.
Nature makes the world serene.

The ground below, the sky above
Is all part of the earth we love.

The waters of the oceans vast
Support all fish, both slow and fast.

The plates that shift, break up and slide
Cause earthqukes where continents divide.

Magma that flows underneath our toes
Blows up in mounds we call volcanoes.

The clouds that float high in the air
Decide the weather, wherther stormy or fair.

All living creatures that survive
Live in the earth, where we must thrive

So if we want the future to live,
To this planet our attention we must give.

I've been away for far too long.
So long, in fact, that all of my signatures now exist behind a paywall.
Bummer.
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