The poem can be of any subject, though I would stress that you keep it somewhat appropriate (So people at work may partake). I'd like to keep a variety in this thread so try many different emotions

I'll lead off with a small haiku.

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War, Men losing life
So some tycoon can eat well
Blood for money, sad.

To see is wonderful,
To touch is divine.
To love is eternal,
Unbound by time.

The End...even rhymes

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Karnaj Model 2000 was programmed to say:
There was a man from Provincetown, Mass
Who had testicles made out of brass
He banged them together
To play "Stormy Weather"
And lightning shot out of his ass!

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Rofl, that's hilarious

Keep them coming!

[ 05-01-2002: Message edited by: mog ]

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Everyone wondered WTF when Kegwen wrote:
Did you get that off the Linkin Park/Papa Roach lyric generator?

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WHA?

pretty much only music i listen to is komm susser tod and bullets with buterfly wings on an endless loop with th ocasional blues traveler

and i said it sucked didnt I, what do you expect

[ 05-01-2002: Message edited by: mog ]

(P.S. I hate haiku and could never work with it)

There's just the soft sound of tapping
From a million years ago
And the future's getting closer
And there's a thousand things I know
Like all the toys in neat little patterns
Frozen battles on my shelf
And all the costumes in my closet
When I pretended I was someone else
A thousand scattered papers
Hold a thousand scattered words
And a thousand scattered fingerprints
Rest on everything I've ever heard
I know every grain of dust by name
The secret maps shown on the wall
When I painted it half a life ago
Not seeing anything at all
And there's divinity outside my window
And it's tapping on the glass
And it's sighing in a rainstorm
And it's sighing as it passes
And the world's a whirling hailstorm
And the world's only half done
And it's all tapping on my window
Before sprinting off to run
A thousand fingers over my walls
Painted half a life ago
And it's breath's made out of coldness
And it sings of summer snow
And there's a wineglass on my bedsheets
How did it get there?
And there's daybreak out the window
Illuminating all the possibilities out there

'Cause sometimes when it rains really hard
And my window frosts and the air is cold
And my breath holds still and solid in the air like a quivering living thing
There's nothing outside my window
And the walls are paper-thin
And the world's made out of possibilities
And that's everything that is
This room is all I know.

(god, that sucked)

Didn't really mean anything by it...

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And I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and Kegwen was all like:
Was just a joke based on the nature of the poem.

Didn't really mean anything by it...

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no proplem, its all good, its all good

Upon a Dew-filled Meadow

Dawn’s race against the darkened land
Lights fields afire, makes gems from sand
And brings the world to life from night
Where worlds lay sleeping without light.
The sunlight plays within the dew;
A prism’s light released anew,
A thousand rainbows shining rays
Within the drops; a misty haze
Upon the grass, which shines a green
Of vibrant life, of gifts unseen.

The field wakes under morn’s bright sun
Buds open, winter’s knots undone.
A solid oak stands in the grass
And daffodils, which, as winds pass
Make waves that break upon the shore
Of oaken strength and wooden core.
Soon robins wake and then fly high
With gentle calls in gentle skies.
A sky of blue above it all;
A field within a new day’s thrall.

and another:

Autumn’s tree

An autumn leaf softly floats to the ground
A gentle flight against a deep blue sky.
It twists and turns in falling, round and round
It softly touches earth, and softly dies.

A breeze from eastern parts slowly blows in
Caressing the tree, which then gently sways.
The lone fallen leaf is joined by its kin,
A flock of the dead among the sun’s rays.

The light fades to dusk as winter’s chill nears
And frost creeps over the gently laid leaves.
The ice glitters cold, as though frozen tears
Beneath the night sky, which twinkles and grieves.

The night draws on, and winter’s cold recedes
In pre-dawn darkness leaves fade into soil
Which soon drifts down to the tree’s roots and feeds
The buds; where a new day’s leaves lie coiled

I've got one or two more lying around, if I look for them.

[ 05-01-2002: Message edited by: Chalesm ]

There once was a man
Who was born with an iron heart
Icy cold blood pulsed through his body
He showed no remorse for he actions he took
Never once,
Stopped to think about what he said
and what it meant to people

At one point in his life
He met a wonderful woman,
Whom he married
And they gave birth to two children;
a remarkable young boy
and later a unique little girl
Yet this changed nothing in the man
His iron heart still encaged his emotions
Leaving him only with raw anger
All that left his mouth were harsh words
put downs,
and accusations
His children could hardly bare it

The daughter could not comprehend
How a man
A human being
could have not a sensitive bone in his body

He tried to make up for it by "providing" for his family
But the girl was not satisfied
She wanted a father,
Not a checkbook

Yet the man remained cold and unfeeling
His iron heart taking over the lives
of everyone around him
As his doughter grew older
With a fear instilled in her heart
Show knew not why people would want
to be around
Such a worthless thing as herself

As her father continued his onslaught of hate
This girl, no longer a child,
came to realize
She no longer had to listen
To this cold man's taunts.
She owned herself,
She had friend who loved her,
A mother who ..tries,
And warm, red, blood pulsing through
her hope filled
body

She is NOT her father's daughter
Or her fathers slave
Although,
it takes time to heal
and the girl is still wounded
But she has friends who
wash away
the dead
damaged
layers
And everyday a little bit
Of herself shines through
The iron wall her father built
around her own heart
To lock others out
And keep fear in.

Out of my Anguish is Born Darkness,
Hatred for you, who gave me this curse.
Your False apologies cannot make it any less,
So out of Hatred I say my verse.

You tore my heart apart,
with lies as sharp as a deadly blade.
The taste of your name on my tongue is tart,
and my vengeance shall not be stayed.

Now you will feel my wrath,
feel the fire that flows through artery and vien.
And now I choose my bitterness as my bath,
and shall submerge beneath bitterness in vain.

Now it is my turn to bring you the pain,
I will seek my revenge until paid in full.
Compared to yours, my anguish will be but a stain,
and never will the fire of your anguish cool.

I just made that up, lol.

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Eisuye spewed forth this undeniable truth:
Since I can't find my wealth of old shit (and it IS shit), I'll just compose something right now. You poor people.

(P.S. I hate haiku and could never work with it)

There's just the soft sound of tapping
From a million years ago.....

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It did not suck!

I found it very deep!

*ahem*

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YOU PUSH IT AND I PUSH BACK
YOU STAB ME IN MY FUCKING BACK
WELL GET THIS IF YOU UNDERSTAND
I HATE MY LIFE I HATE YOUR FACE
I HATE EVERYTHING WITH YOUR TAINT
HATE HATE HATE
DO A LITTLE DITTY
CUZ THIS SONG SUCKS AND IS REAL SHITTY
*loud, roaring, and shitty guitars go here*

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHY DO YOU TRY
WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

*more guitar*

I'M GONNA SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK
AND HAVE MUCHO SEX
CUZ NOW I'M A STAR
WITH A BADASS CAR
CUZ I WROTE SOME DOOMROCK
AND TWIRLED ON MY BIG TOE
NOW I SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE
CUZ I'M SO...MEAN AND EVIL AND
RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[ 05-01-2002: Message edited by: Suddar Williams ]

4 more weeks,
Until right freedom comes,
4 more weeks,
Until this restraint is undone,
4 more weeks,
Until all is well,
4 more weeks,
Until the end of hell,
4 more weeks,
Until symmetry,
4 more weeks,
Until I am free

That was my attempt about writing about this cast on my writing hand. Really annoying

"Let's take off our clothes and reinvent the wheel."
She bit my earlobe and the warm wet ran down my neck,
Searching for a drak place in the hollow of my shoulder.
She pouted, and the drop of red pulsing in candlelight
Outshone her lipstick briefly, succumbed as she licked

Her lips to say softly, "Does this make you uncomfortable?"
An eyebrow rose as her slip slid lazily to rest on her hips.

She inhaled, reminding me to breathe, like CPR from across
The room, her eyes coercing my heart to beat faster
Than I'd like . . . to move closer but can't for fear
Of putting out the fire, still flickering on the table,

Casting shadows, like doubt, about her body and mine,
Intertwining like I dare not, but am driven toward
Hot wax pooling under flame then running circles
Into darkness beneath a cupped hand, a puffed breath,

A rustle of silk, then silence like a cool breeze
Before a match striking inquisitively finds me
Standing, sweating, alone.

[ 05-01-2002: Message edited by: nem-x ]

You go to the door.
You go to the floor.
You be dead sucka!

woke up
in a dizzy spell
knocked on my knees
knocked out of hell
woke up
not awake at all
swimming in your soul
I felt so small
falling up
into the sky
drifting in your arms
I felt so high
drinking you
sipping your lips
tipping you dipping me
into your grip
slipping down
I felt so real
in the sin of our skin
I could finally feel
fell asleep
wishing to die
woke up
kissing the sky

Riding along one early morning in my old truck on dusty Efil road,
I notice how bumpy the road is,
Full of pot holes and small boulders
I swerve to avoid some but can't help but entertain a few
My truck seems to speed up and down without my control,
Should I take it in and get the transmission checked?
I notice the fuel gauge, damn, running on fumes
The road slows itself and each bump and clunk comes harder
Finally my truck dies, right at the entrance to Thaed Beach
And I see the sunrise.

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Khyron had this to say about Knight Rider:
Man, my ass itches.
Ew! My anus is bleeding
Crap, I scratched too hard.

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Deep, man...real deep. Totally.

Waste
Be blunt,
Be shallow,
Let your life’s potential lie fallow.
Smoke a fat joint,
Eat a bag of Oreos,
Gaze in dumbstruck wonder at all ten toes.
Stay up late and masturbate,
Watching scrambled porn because you can’t get a date.
Women just aren’t attracted to your run-of-the-mill asshead.
It would be in your best interests to wake up in a pool, dead.

[ 05-02-2002: Message edited by: Bloodcookie ]

"A killer's Mind"

My flesh is shredded, my thighs are severed
My brain is boiling in my stomach acid
My heart is chocked in motor oil
And my jaw has been ripped out, my tounge hangs moist and slivered.

My eyes are liquifying below my feet
My nose is chopped by my rigt side, along with my finger and toes
The nails were wedged out, when it was still a part
There my spine, in whole on the ground, nerve endings dangling loose.

My scalp is flat and slit from the bone
My skull is jagged, and my ribcage crushed...

Just another day in the fantasy world.

A female bard walks into the room and takes a seat near the fireplace. She
lays her staff against the wall and takes off her cloak. Her blue eyes
sparkle with fire reflecting off of them as her lips twist into a smile.
A few villagers gather around her, curious to hear of her tales that she
has brought from the ends of the realms.
She waits for everyone to settle down before she begins to sing of her
greatest story. Her mouth opens and a sweet melody drifts from her mouth:

I sing of Misery, the sorceress warrior,
Born of noble blood, a gift to two races.
The Haetyr and Elven blood,
both run strong through her veins.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Born into a noble house full of luxuries
Misery the elven girl, fathered by Haetyr
Her mother, a simple forest elf,
came to love that man of mystic arts.

She grew up in that noble house,
Until mother took her away, far away,
Into the forests of her mothers land,
Teaching her the arts of nature, known to elves alone.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Misery left her enchanted forest home,
Entering womanhood, so young, so tender,
walking through the lands of the valley.
wandering the borders of the realm which she knew.

Her eyes, green as the forests,
Her hair, dark as the wood of the trees.
A swift, slender being,
who would walk through the fields and forests unseen.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

She came upon her father's people
In the tower beyond the woods
The wisest of the great Order,
Order of Haetyr T'nak, took her in under his wing.

Misery grew in her father's place,
taking on her noble name,
growing to be the Grand High Council,
Of that peaceful Order of life and love.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Misery, who rules the Order peacefully,
The rock and strength behind it all.
Fled her land in turmoil one day,
When the Evil One crept in.

She knew her only hope had rested
on two twin souls not from her land.
She vowed to come back to her home one day,
And build up the glory of the Haetyr T'nak, once again.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

She stumbled upon a newer realm,
with a group of faithful friends,
The mighty one, Nosferatu, father of all and nothing,
Saw into her soul, her greatness shining through.

He made her elven immortal being,
into a goddess of mighty things.
Misery Deireadh an Tuath, mighty sorceress warrior,
It is she of whom I now sing.

The lean, bard takes a seat as she ends her song. All the villagers that
surrounded her, break away from the spell as her enchanting song ends and
the silence takes over. The storyteller drinks a glass of ale and stands
up once more, getting the attention of all the village folk. Pulling her
cloak over her shoulders, she winks at everyone in the main room. She
grabs her staff and heads out the door, on her journey to sing to all of
Misery Deireadh an Tuath, greatest of the sorceress warriors.

[ 05-02-2002: Message edited by: Synjari ]

Silent Tears

I have always cried
Silent tears.
Never do I show
My real feelings
To the world.

For every crisis,
In my life
No matter how much
I'm hurting inside,
All the world sees
Is what I want them
To see, never do I show
What I'm truly feeling.

You broke my heart
And are still
Slowly ripping my
World apart.

I will never be the same,
But no one will ever know.
I'll never tell.
I'll stay alone,
Within myself,
Crying my silent tears.

It was a night where the sky seemed different
Though it was the same sky I'd always known
The moon full and pregnant with meaning
The stars there to guide my way home
And uneven stones to guide me
Burst from the white sand of the beach
And the night was all around me
And new galaxies were within reach
Though I can't remember clearly
I remember the walking well
How I'd never seen these stones before
Twisting like the road to hell
But the path wasn't important
The beach was just a fairy tale
The night, some lonely story
Whispered wherever light would fail
And like I was a drunk girl
The breezes made me trip
Each streetlight was an injury
Each star a little ship
And the road would go on forever
And the stones would never end
And heaven was the beaches
Underneath the moon's hands

It was a night when the sky seemed different
Hanging low there, just for me
And each mote of light had a name there
And each blade of grass had history
Though the road had walked my feet on
To the grassy field below
And the night was walking through it
And the night was soft as snow
And the breezes pushed me forward
Like I wasn't anything at all
And the grasses walked my feet on
And the night, the night was all.
There was the lake I'd always known there
And the beach I've been to before
And my memories were mingling
And the body I'd always known
Everything was all familiar
Made of something warm as love
Baked in milk-white moonlight
And held to the night above
And the breezes bullied forward
Carrying this drunk girl in their arms
And the night was the priestess before me
When she opened up her charms

It was a night when the sky seemed different
And I don't remember exactly what I did
And maybe I am a drunk girl
Ignorant of what truly is
But the priestess held my hands up
Though I couldn't see her at all
And I remember we were speaking
And our words were waterfalls
I remember the sky behind me
I remember the grass' sighs
And the thousand breeze bullies
Resting windy arms at my sides
I remember all the players
But it's like I never played the game
And on a night when the sky seemed different
Nothing else will be the same

Two Best Friends

Two best friends, swore never to part
but time takes place and people change.
As we grow older and wiser,
I soon realized what was happening.
Neither of us what we use to be.
Infact we can't be more different.
Both of us going our ways leaving behind
what was once so strong.
We move in different directions taking two
different paths not knowing what to expect,
or what to forget.
Maybe someday, our friendship will return
and down the road of time we'll meet together
two of us, hand in hand.
Until then, I can only wish the best to both
of us, me and my best friend.

-=*=-

As I sit and stare at these closing walls each day.
The thoughts of you explode deep inside my head.
To feel your touch just one last time would make all my days worth thier while.
Yet, I ask myself when this time will come, you linger with-in my body, I can't bare this pain I'm going through.
When you were here, life was so happy.
Now that your gone, I'm feeling so sad and blue.
So, tonight as I lay my head to rest and gaze up at the starts above I know that my heart is resting in the palm of your hand.

-=*=-
My Dream

I lay here grasping hold to this teddy-bear, knowing theres nothing left to hold on to.

The mistakes I've made through the years, peal through my very ears.

To Seize the past, to take this constant pain away, is a dream, I life for each and every day.

Yet, this nightmare lives on each day and night, as I rouse to sweat covering my trembling body, and the panic that captures my inner-life.

I try for another day, knowing theres got to be something out there, for me to grab a hold of.

All I have is the unconditional love of my friends and the will to fight for each tomorrow.

So, tonight, I conceive the dream, "my dream", that no-one can take away.

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As I sit here by candlelight
with thoughts of you dancing through my head.
A rhythmic soothing rhythm plays
as I lay down to bed.
The sweet simplicity of you on my mind
that calms the inner fears that yet one sees to try to hide.
The hopes, the dreams, the fears,
this love has with aspiration
that goes with little to much deliberation.
My heart begins to weep with sorrow
knowing you are not near
But grows stronger with anticipation
of what we could have one day my dear.
To many tears cried only one drop of blood left
I fall to sleep dreaming of things that have not been quiet yet.
The twinkle of the stars is the last thing I see to only remind me of the twinkle in your eye
As a butterfly that has just been set free.