Lets All Share Some Poetry

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    May 14, 2013 3:15 AM GMT
    I was lost in the dark matter in the cosmos
    looking for another glimpse of another sapient made of atomos

    I ended up impacting on this planet of the living,
    I join the many species on the quest to find the emotional giving.

    Everyone needs the good emotion that can't be defined,
    What is the multiverse without it, another beautiful mystery undefined.

    Now all we can do is listen to our soul mate that the cosmos matched us with chime.
    All the beautiful things that's done in space, only a small number is known of the codes of the universe we eternally brine.
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    Now it's you guises turn. enjoyicon_exclaim.gificon_exclaim.gif
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    May 14, 2013 3:20 AM GMT
    here's a simple poem.

    i don't write poems
    but i know how to kick your ass. icon_wink.gif
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    May 14, 2013 4:08 AM GMT
    pazzyi don't write poems
    but i know how to kick your ass.

    my ass is here and waiting come try and kick it, its not easyicon_wink.gif
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    May 14, 2013 4:33 AM GMT
    i can't fight
    there's a chance that you might
    that's why i will have a baseball bat
    when i decide to strike
    you better run when you see me in your sight
    the smart move if you want to save your life
    if running from me is wrong, you don't wanna be right
    if you disagree, then you'll be walking into that light
    not the one that's coming from the sun
    but the one that appears when your life is done
    so don't be a tough guy, that would be dumb
    just get up off your ass and run
    because you don't want none
    and i mean those words, for real dude
    because i am crazy enough to fuck around and kill you
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    May 14, 2013 4:41 AM GMT
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    May 14, 2013 4:53 AM GMT
    prepared to get smack smack smacked smack smack smacked
    when pazzy attack tack tack tacks tack tack tacks.
    i'm gonna beat that ass ass ass ass ass ass
    and take all of your cash cash cash cash cash cash
    don't get me mad mad mad mad mad mad
    or things will turn real bad bad bad bad bad bad
    and your family will be sad sad sad sad sad sad
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    May 14, 2013 5:08 AM GMT
    Raise your words,
    not your voice.
    It is rain that grows flowers,
    Not thunder.


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    May 14, 2013 5:41 AM GMT
    I'm not entirely sure if this is serious or not. I'm assuming it isn't, given the previously supplied poems. But at any rate, I see no reason why I shouldn't share.



    He sleeps with cement in his soul,
    Hardening, strengthening and killing.
    When he awakens, earth flies
    From his eyes,
    And batted, like the wind,
    The sun flows from his wrists,
    Ready to submerge
    His urge
    To sleep without end.
  • TannerMasseur

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    May 14, 2013 1:53 PM GMT
    If u go to Poetry Thread: All RJ Poets there's a bunch on there icon_smile.gif .....
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    May 14, 2013 1:57 PM GMT
    Roses are red
    Violets are gay
    I have a hardon
    ...yay!
  • MarvelBoy23

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    May 14, 2013 1:57 PM GMT
    Rain falling from a yellow sky.



    A melancholy feeling ignites within my heart
    The realization that talking no longer helps
    And thinking burns throughout the corridors of my body,
    Stings with a dulled satisfaction that I don’t know what to do with myself any longer.

    My feelings are crammed tight inside
    And it seems the world can no longer understand me,
    But has it ever?

    I imagine being open, showing my true self.
    A smile upon his lips, but what within his heart?

    My veins crack like small branches beneath his feet
    A fleeting feeling of distress as I lay alone in my head,
    Pondering how it is I came to this point.

    I hesitate to breathe,
    Knowing that with every breath the hurt will grow
    And death seems the only way to silence the pain.

    My bleeding heart lies still within his hand.
    A warm feeling washes over me, as rain falls softly against my face.
    Tears of heartache wrenching me back to a false reality.

    How do I vanquish these feelings of loneliness?

    How do I live without them?
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    May 14, 2013 2:09 PM GMT
    Talk Ugly
    by Joseph LMS Green

    The last time I saw you alive
    I wish I would’ve talked ugly to you

    Said “Put the straw down, No,
    I don’t want to take another line
    I should be writing them, my friend,
    You are a composer of music and magic,
    Instruct your limbs to serve a purpose greater
    than self-indulgence,
    Don’t be fooled into thinking your pain
    has sharper teeth than anyone elses.”

    I had a chance, but
    said nothing

    because I was high

    This is how I got started;
    A bottle of Jack and a mirror, memories and scissors,
    dreams drenched in ether, sliced by razors,
    Potential rolled like twenty dollar bills,
    Poison numbing feelings on the tip of my tongue,
    that I and this tongue should be serving a greater purpose.

    In a last ditch attempt at self assessment
    I looked at my life through eyes of loved ones,
    they can see everything, especially the ugly,

    From hours of masturbation to years of drug use
    To lying with and lying to angels, friends I’ve forsaken,
    Taking so much more than I’ve given,
    streamlined self-centeredness to a science
    But there was also righteousness there
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    May 14, 2013 2:12 PM GMT
    A willingness to craft these ills through poetry and alchemy
    Into a seers stone

    Honestly, how could I speak ugly to him
    When I was yet to speak it to myself
    In these nightmares of hindsight
    There is no poetry, no alliterations to soften the blow
    Some realities have no simile, truth is like truth

    Not all suicide is a tragedy; some people
    just don’t want to be here anymore,

    When you were alone in that room
    kept company by narcotics and a thousand ghosts
    draped in your disappointments
    I can only imagine the voices you heard
    All but mine

    Smear make up onto disgust
    if you must, trust, the truth is seldom pretty
    But she is always beautiful

    In times like these I need you to please
    talk ugly to me, because truth splinters bone and pride,
    rips through flesh, ego, and sinew in hopes that one day
    it will heal together again, stronger

    My pain needs not a gentle touch,
    too many times we caress sadness
    when it needs to be shaken, torn from its place of comfort,
    forced to survive or die,

    Don’t just tell me I can grow up to be whatever I want,
    tell me that whatever I want
    better be something I’m willing to achieve, That dreams
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    May 14, 2013 2:13 PM GMT
    will dissipate under the weight of addiction,
    that there’s a distinct difference between living
    like a rock star and being one,

    no matter how many poems you’ve written, sometimes you’re simply a coke-head
    and a poser,

    Fear not, we are divinely flawed individuals
    perfectly ugly, no point hiding behind pretty lies

    we are the sum of the hideous scars that hold the remainders
    of our pretty pieces together

    That last time I saw you alive I wish
    I would’ve talked ugly to you

    It would’ve been the most beautiful thing

    I never said.

  • MikeW

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    May 14, 2013 2:27 PM GMT
    turbobilly saidTalk Ugly
    by Joseph LMS Green
    . . . . .

    Very nice, Turbobilly. I can relate to a lot of it. Many years ago my best friend suicided. Totally different circumstances (his problem wasn't drug abuse but clinical depression and anxiety coupled with his prescription drugs) but I felt much the same way. I'd seen him just two evenings before he shot himself and I thought then things I didn't say but later wished I had.
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    May 14, 2013 3:31 PM GMT
    Something I wrote in college for someone that I loved:

    Thoughts that Stray

    I look and see you laugh, it makes me stay,
    All sadness ran, this thought of you and me
    Has sparked a joy; the smallest creatures see
    You make this life complete on any day.

    Although my heart remains, a thought is stray,
    Will life become much worse or left to be?
    I hope it turns to something more and free
    So peace like this remains the same, I pray.

    With faith I chose to speak, I took the leap,
    So open mouth and mind, the words went loose
    You looked so silent, peaceful like a dove.
    That moment came a soft and restful sleep.
    Relaxed, I took and burned my painful noose
    And sighed, I found my bonding truth, this love.
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    May 14, 2013 3:39 PM GMT
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    May 14, 2013 8:05 PM GMT
    bAd poEtry
    -unknown


    OH noetry
    STOP
    it, you

    HAVE
    happy
    a, day

    MY bro-ety



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    May 14, 2013 9:39 PM GMT
    Roses are red.
    Violets are blue.
    Some poems rhyme.
    This one doesn't.
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    May 14, 2013 9:43 PM GMT
    It's Hot in Houston
    I can't wait until I move
    To colder D.C.
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    May 15, 2013 11:05 PM GMT
    OK this is a short one I wrote it about a guy I like hope you like it.

    He looks into me
    leans in for a kiss
    a moment of eternal
    uninterrupted bliss
    a kiss is just a kiss
    but not when it's like this
    I just cannot resist
    his stealthy bandit lips
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    May 15, 2013 11:11 PM GMT
    Love is?

    Is it kindness, tenderness
    a up of coco on a winter day
    a long blissful kiss under full moon light
    or the pain after saying goodbye
    is it taking chances
    losing charge
    giving into passion for the night
    looking towards tomorrow with a smile
    or sad when he's not around
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    May 19, 2013 10:34 PM GMT
    manny2 saidOK this is a short one I wrote it about a guy I like hope you like it.

    He looks into me
    leans in for a kiss
    a moment of eternal
    uninterrupted bliss
    a kiss is just a kiss
    but not when it's like this
    I just cannot resist
    his stealthy bandit lips


    That's a nice poem but the last line doesn't rhyme. Perhaps you should change the last word to "fist."

    HA!
  • calibro

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    May 19, 2013 10:41 PM GMT
    you should all be killed for filling the world with this garbage
  • HottJoe

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    May 19, 2013 10:53 PM GMT
    McQueen is dead
    The threads are down
    Everyone picture Fable
    Skipping naked through the flowers

    Next time there is a diva fight
    Everyone take their pills
    This is the gay community
    Eat dick, bitches