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Confused boy
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Well this is a bit of an experiment to see how this does here but with all the poets around this could catch on. Basically, everyone put their poems on here along with any background information you wish to provide. The anonymity of this site means that very personal feelings can be given a voice and in what better form than through poetry.

So I will start the ball rolling with a small poem that on occasion raises a smile:

This poem,
Created in the mind of the author briefly while on the bus,
After his suffering of the task of attempting translation of Latin poetry,
Having been deliberately constructed in a confusing manner,
Is,
Managing to be packed into one sentence,
While satirically and in an almost post-ironic style,
With an added garnish of sickly sixth form pretension,
Containing a merest nod of alliteration,
Almost completely,
Having now entered the final stages of this sentence and therefore poem,
Constructed,
Emphasizing that due to the mechanical style of its production,
From participles.


[Edit- It appears the borders on my browser window prevent this poem from having the correct layout, hopefully not too many others will experience this]

[This message has been edited by Confused boy (edited 02-04-2002).]


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Celtic Daisy
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Well, i really like this poem by bif naked so i just had to submit it, i'm not sure if it's totally appropriate, so edit if necessary, but i think the net nanny thing or whatever might take care of that for me.

Alphabet Poem - Bif Naked

Anxiety
Breathless
C*nt
Damn
Excitement
F**king
Goodness
Heave
Interesting
Jitters
Kitten
Love
Mine
Never
Open
P**sy
Quite
Restless
Stay
This
Understanding
Vitality
Willing
Xcuses
Yes
Zainy


And a poem by me:

HORROR
*Erin Jane*
I look at the girl. Y'know?
The skinny one who refuses to buy the chips, because of the calories.
I wonder what made her that way?
What thoughts have polluted her mind?
She's so pretty, yet, she has ideals, images of perfection that are foreign to me.
I have seen these images, but I have chosen to accept other, more worthy ideals.
The ones the girl has chosen scare me.
I do not see perfection in them, but horror.
I see women killing themselves, becuse they aren't a size 16 waist.
When did natural beauty become so odd? So wrong? So weird?
I watch the skinny girl refuse food, trying to capture her "perfect" ideals.
I doubt she will ever reach "perfection".
And I cry, because the pretty, skinny girl is afraid of her own natural beauty.
And Because she is my best friend.

[Edit: It didn't edit the "bad" words, so i'll go do it now]
[Edit: Because i forgot a word]

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'My advice is to get them off right after your shoes and before your trousers...that's the sock gap. Miss it and suddenly you're a naked man in socks. No self-respecting woman will let a naked man in socks do the squelchy with her'-Jeff Murdock
(Coupling, BBCC)

~Erin~

[This message has been edited by Celtic Daisy (edited 02-04-2002).]

[This message has been edited by Celtic Daisy (edited 02-04-2002).]


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unhappykoger
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its not my best but it tells alot about me...


Inside


im not here
im not there
im far away
ive gone astray

i feel worthless
i feel hopeless
i feel nothing
i feel something

i have no emotion
not much devotion
no self esteem
im not what i seem

one day im mad
another sad
somtimes snappy
and then im happy


Changes
you make me feel so bad inside,
what do i do to you,
i cant help but to ask myself,
is your love to me still true.

you make me sad,
you make me cry,
all i want to know,
is why.

you make me happy,
you make me smile,
we have fun together,
for a while.

you change so much,
i dont know what to do,
one day you love me,
the next we are through.

Forbidden Love
deep down in my heart,
i know it will never be,
sitting under the stars,
all alone you and me.

i will never feel your touch,
or your soft kiss on my cheek,
it is the love from within you,
that my heart will always seek.

they say that we would be,
better off apart,
but they dont know me,
deep down in my heart.

i know that you feel the same,
but are too afraid to say,
but my heart is with you,
and that is where it will stay.

Forbidden Love II
what i thought would never happen,
just came true for me,
when you looked into my eyes,
and softly kissed me.

with our bodies so close,
our eyes locked,
you dont know how i felt,
i was so shocked.

i felt so good,
it just felt right,
i wanted to hold you,
all through the night.

but that was not possible,
it came to an end,
i will wait for the time,
when you come again.

Us
im so confused,
i dont know what to do,
it was you and me,
now its just you.

i hate feeling this way,
we should come first,
you put us aside,
i feel i could burst.

my brain has gone numb,
im hollow inside,
it makes me so angry,
i feel i should die,

im no good for you,
im useless for them,
i apologize to her,
i feel sorry for him.

[This message has been edited by unhappykoger (edited 02-06-2002).]


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indigodazed
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Yay, go poetry! Here's a couple of my (I think) better ones.


anticipation

he watches throught that clouded window
behind those filmy curtains
refusing to let those tears fall from his eyes
you pretend he's not there
you've packed his heart
in your bags as you turn your back
you'll leave him in a mess
of drug induced confusion
he'll kill himself off
and lie nude and laughing
and you don't care
you'll sell off his heart
and you'll rip him to shreds
and she'll watch him
wondering how he can love you
and you'll laugh
and shake your head
and you'll step away
to murder someone else
with your kisses
my eyes sting with
anticipation
i'll watch you do it again
addictive in a morbid way
don't let it be me
i won't fall for you
i don't want to die
not again


untitled, so far

you're dressed entirely in sequins glitter
and sparkling beads
colored with your vintage lace
your hair hangs freely
dancing around you as you twirl
and grin barefoot your spiked shoes
thrown to the side as you forget
all worries and rational thoughts
and spin and dance
until you've fallen asleep
at the scarred table
and i'm just trying
not to touch you
the lights paint your skin
like stained glass
colored with alchohal tears
and lipstick prints


Stop

Why did I do it again
Following destructive patterns
I think I love you, dam*it
F*ck, how typical
I always do this
Make me hurt, make me bleed,
Just make me stop
Graph my life
On one of your charts
You'll see the pattern
It's always the same
I'm a statistic
Make me hurt, make me bleed,
Just make me stop
You just have to be
So delectable
I'll drink you with a straw
I hate it
I love it
Make me hurt, make me bleed,
Just make me stop

Edit: Sorry about the swearing. If I offended anyone, I apologise. I had these poems typed already so it was just a cut and paste job, and I forgot about the swear words. Sorry again.

[This message has been edited by indigodazed (edited 02-09-2002).]


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ďI Know How it IsĒ

I see you there,
so sad, so alone.
So why are you happy when I call you on the phone?
Is it because you know I feel the same as you,
all the hard times weíve been through?
You make me happy, you make me smile,
to be so happy, itís been awhile.
I wonít take it all away,
even when times get rough.
Iíll be there for youÖ
I hope thatís enough.
When youíre sad, when you cry,
I will never have to wonder why.
I know how bad it hurts, trust me I do,
Iíll try my hardest to bring your life to anew.
I understand you,
you understand me.
Donít you see how happy we could be?

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This is my most recent poem. I think it's pretty good, actually. Whenever I'm going through something in life, it always inspires me to write.


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alright here goes nothing (i've never shared my poetry with anyone before):

ABSOLUTE

Life felt like eternity,
Manipulating time and visions of elaborate purple lights,
As we pound it away in sordid sleep void of picture.
Drunk under delicate seas about in still winter.
Heave at petaled men delirious for sweet sweat,
They smell of frantic death.

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some say i'm boy crazy, but then again what soon to be 17 year old with raging hormones and nothing to do isn't??


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Confused boy
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More serious one the first one I posted:

Found and lost love I do not mourn
Though I hoped that night I may find
As I followed you to your stop
Just for the company I said to you
My tongue freely wandered over everything
Indeed I said many things to you
But chained
Never to say what I most wanted
Nor risk showing it with a hopeful kiss

But I do not mourn love that should have been
Though the street lamps shone that night
Your hair reflecting with golden light
Your heart would not the love I had for you
Your beautiful eyes sparkling
Sweet sparkling eyes
Were prongs to skewer my soul
I turned away, my chest sliced

Neither lost love nor love that should have been
But the love that has no name
The love that never could have been.


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LilBlueSmurf
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I realize poetry is all about expression and such, but can we please cut out the swearing ... ? I don't really think it's too much to ask. And remember, this IS a PG-13 site, okie?

From the guidelines:
When posting, you are expected to be respectful of your fellow posters and our staff, and to use language which is unlikely to offend anyone, which is not salacious or overly explicit, and which encourages intelligent, safe and mature discussion of the issues at hand.

Thx

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insatiablesmiles
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poems ... i don't normally share mine. and i can't really post my best ones cuz of the no swearing ... but. anyway.

-untitled
leaning on things which cannot support me, i'm wondering how he ever bought me -
paid the price
which i demanded
and now i'm tripping
and i fall as it all crumbles
and breaks
around me

-whisper [ written september 12th]
world turned upside down by
whispers of that dirty word.
will it never be the same -
or will it all come back?
it will not.
whispers hissed of that,
filthiest of words,
one letter less than most.
three letter word that
invokes terror.
whisper whisper whisper
war.

-haikus
no meaningful looks
no coy glances towards them
just a routine game

you say it's not right
i shouldn't do it again
but i like chess games

-untitled
it's such a feeling
this one i get,
not all the time
but occasionally.
it fills me up
top to bottom;side to side -
i am fat with it
when it comes.
no one can relate
because it's such a surprise
to me when it happens
this joyous
inexplicable
obscene
profound
limitless
happiness -
impossible for you, or anyone,
to mar or spoil

[ edited - typos ]


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- you think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated?
- well come on baby , i'm ready!

[ american beauty ]

[This message has been edited by insatiablesmiles (edited 02-09-2002).]


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Ok, here's a few of mine

Untitled(I have a lot of these ones)

You stare blankly through me,
as if I'm made of nothing more than space or time.
6 months ago you gave me everything, and I gave you mine.
What happened to the gifts we gave when the wrapping was left behind?
One happy, one sad, disappointed with the gift you received,
you threw it back in the face of one who loved you for so long,
and thinks of you tonight,
As I lie in my cold bed wishing it could be filled by two.
And tomorrow, you will stare blankly through me,
As if I'm made of nothing more than space or time,
And all the stars have faded.


Lup-dup

We dance to a silent music,
music only I can hear.
As I place my head upon your breast I hear the music once again;

Lup-dup, lup-dup, lup-ddup.


Soul

Emptyness,
I look into my soul.
Where once was lguth,
there is dark.
A hollow mess of something I once was.
Someone, someone good?

I know they're not very good. I just like to write.

[This message has been edited by Slayer_gurl (edited 02-24-2002).]


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i think this needs to be revived. some others might have some poetry they wanted to post so ehhh..here's one of mine....

I Still

I still dream of you and me
two souls amidst a world
broken glass spilled across the floor
i still wish it could be.
heartache tossed between memories
blood and wine to drown our misery
i wish love was still free
scars invisible to the naked eye.
hope in dreams to live or to die
I wish life was enough
lies hidden beneath the sweet
truth untold scared of defeat
I still hope of
Everything scattered and worn apart
Everything but us torn with our hearts.
I still dream of love
Dreams and hope placed in a jar
Faith and trust that only goes so far.
I still dream of you and me.

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what if my star is not to come? will my dreams fade to nothing? when the horizon darkens most...we all need to believe there is hope!!


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This isn't by far my best, but I like it just the same

"School-Age America"
by: Jay
Neglect
Manifesting sin
A loaded armory full of weapons
No place to begin
Left out
Basically broken
Ridiculed to no end
Wasn't apart of the cool group
The shy kid that wouldn't join in
Death looking in the face
You wish you could explain why
The outsider
The Mafia
Unlimited excuses to use
Media having a ball
Could this happen here?
Or would you know at all?

This was written right after Columbine,when many schools decided that students were no longer to be trusted, thus went lockers and we had to have clear book bags, metal detector searches rather then trying to understand why those teenagers felt the need act out in such away. A lot of people looked at me with raised eyebrows, according to them it wasn't appropriate, I happened to think it was.


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CutiePie4eva
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i don't like the poem that these two lines came with, but i reeaaaallllyyyy like the last two lines of the poem:

"to love him is to sin,
but to not is to die within"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

(i was REALLY upset about my breakup...)

untitled

the birds stopped appearing
the sun has gone and set
but the moon is not rising
to let me see were i want to go
the man who stood by me
has slithered away
and i am left alone
in darkness
to decay

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

(two peoms i wrote that are extremely similar... i wrote them at the same time... almost same format and everything, but a different word choice. they're both about my breakup and have a kinda optomistic outlook on it.)
(...why do i only write peoms when i'm extremely happy or extremely upset...? lol argh)

Great Feelings

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to know that you are special to him
A great feeling to know that you are not like everyone else to him
At least, you are to him

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to know that you are the first thing he thinks about
A great feeling to know that you are the last thing on his mind
At least, you are his

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to be wanted by him
A great feeling to be loved by him
At least, he is there

But what happens...
What happens when you are not that special to him?
What happens when you become part of that everyone else to him?

At least...
At least, you were to him
At least, you were once his
At least, he was there...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

(this one i like a bit more of the two...)

At Least

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to know that you are special to him
A great feeling to know that you are not like everyone else to him
At least, you are to him

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to know that he is special to you
A great feeling to know that he is not like everyone else to you
At least, he is to you

Itís a great feeling...
A great feeling to know that one was special to the other
A great feeling to know that one was not like everyone else to the other
At least, one is to the other

At least...
At least, you were
At least, he was
At least, one was to the other...


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