The Official Poetry Post, if you write/read/whatever you should post here

[c money 88 05]

basically I wanna start a poetry post.

If you write, read, recite, admire, whatever, feel free to contribute whatever you want. Hell we could start a team or something, or start a poem of theday/word of the day thing and write a few lines on it or whatever, I just figured it would be a good thing to see on NT.

I'll start off the post with something from a couple years ago, there was another poetry post and some NTer came in asking us to finish his poem for himand this is what I did.
*Italicized part is what he came with, bold part is what I finished with*
The Breakup


Love is passion never the less
to draw these tears wasn't always the best
my heart maybe broken but my heart still wonders
seeking love from deep and under
moving from side to side back to back my heart and soul wonder
why..... why this and why that?
looking for love in all the wrong places now i wonder why i wasn't patient
love deep love slow
oh how i wish my heat wasn't cold...

reminiscent of winter snow my emotions float down like snowflakes
glistening as they fall shining ever so bright in the sun
a light dusting I blow it off and cherish what has been seen
but together they stack up causing a winter disaster of what wasn't as it seemed

I thought we had it but now I'm left with heart ache
love I thought I was giving you but it was never innate
born from our first meeting, you were my baby I vowed never to shake
you...snapped your fingers you were gone, and snapped my soul I'm awake

shut my mouth I can't speak but my body says it clearly
I'm worn out and defeated, your ego on it, it's feeding
blood gushing you cannibal, heartless, but now I'm a free man
take what you've given me, good memories turned to turmoil

eat your poison, grin and bear it
let it burn your soul bare, and I hope you finally expose it
I cared about you, with this poem I still do I suppose
but with this line I X you out my memory, and I make you one of those.

I have no idea where I saved some others on my computer right now and I'm too lazy to type them out at this moment, but I'll be sure to post more, feelfree to add to it too.

 

[rocman23]

Poem from third grade for Black History Month

I'm Proud to be Black

I'm proud to be black/
My heritage goes way back/
Until the white man came/
And started this game/
All black people were free/
And nobody owned me/
I'm proud to be black and you should be too/
If you're not proud to be black something is wrong with you!

Recited this at the assembly, got mad applause and won student of the week

 

[Johnny_Cakes]

Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turned away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.

 

[the harlem shake]

 

[kiddin like jason]

Poetry is certainly not my writing dexterity, but I'll lay something down in the next few days.

 

[pushak513]

I wrote one recently but its all emotional and junk and I'm to embarrassed to share

 

[horchata kid]

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

By: Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

 

[dedantheman]

Love, Lover, Lovely, And Loving.

In my ode to my neglection of love,
I will state my many attempts and failures to prove my theory of a declining quality of the doctrine based upon thefalse, deficient conceptions and broadened, generalized, incompetent idealizations.
My ode to my neglection of love will be a declaration of exile until this inept perception of love is reinstated asan idea highly individualized as an intimate interpretation of infatuation where expression holds meaning, meaning it is incapable ofduplication.
This degree of convenient feelings has beenglamorized into a fashion and has deminished the value of the terms Love, Lover, Lovely, and Loving.
In todays time, reputable romantics are as quantifiable as needles in haystacks and healthyheart attacks.
In my ode to my neglection of love,
I will address the calamity of convenient companionships that so candidly contradict the current, subpar specifications of love suggesting a strong absence ofsubstantial qualities.
These immature perceptions of"love" have provoked my pessimistic promises to never proceed with such perversepractices.
"I loveyou" has become a powerful, paradoxical phrase and only takes away from what it used to mean.
In my ode to my neglection of love,
I will acknowledge the absence of true chemistry.
Thisdegree of convenient feelings has been compromised into a fashion, deminishing the value of the terms Love, Lover, Lovely, and Loving-revealing the arroganceof the one who Loved.
This is not an ode but rather a rough draft. The final will be carved in stone- orrather within the heart of the woman crafted from my rib bone.

took me 3 days to write this.
Hit the blog for more.

 

[moe200069]

posting to save for later

 

[retro23j]

First

to everyone's poetry

I've posted this before but I post again. Post came at a nice time I just came from a open mic night:
Morning Sickness
It's all coming back up. I had one bite too much, one drink too many. Now I'm nauseous.

I'm Nauseous, throwing up my past. I'm seeing old faces, loved ones, friends, family, everything. I'm feeling compressed emotions once again,i'm wincing, holding onto the walls, throwing up the ones i thought were gone. It's all coming back and hurts worse than it did the first time. I'mseeing past blogs that never made it past my edit page, this blog that never made it past the first stage 10min ago...

I'm Nauseous

I'm throwing up dollars, spending them on the things i want. Thats what I worked for so thats who it's going to. Parking tickets are now haunting mystomach so i'm vomiting coins into parking meters. I'm throwing up dollar after dollar and each one is caught before it hits the ground. Every meal,shirt, anything i want i get nauseous and vomit for it. I'm throwing up last weeks work hours for this weeks bill.

I'm Nauseous ya'll...

I'm hurling emotions into a vault. All my love and hate...hidden from anyone that doesn't deserve it. Exhausted from trying so hard, worn out andleaning over, I can't make it to the next one i'm too nauseous...

I'm so so Nauseous people...

Everything is almost out of me I'm clearing my system. I'm throwing my head up to the sky...looking at the only beautiful thing that makes sense sinceit's always there for me. Watching the lovely sunrise, sunset....shooting stars never recorded or spoke of again. The moon, so close. The sun, so warm onmy face. I'm throwing up my nose to smell the morning dew. So sweet and calming. Clearing my system i'm nauseous...getting rid of everything quickly.All my past in one hurtful hurl...maybe 2...

i'm too nauseous....

i'm throwing up the white flag....

i'm nauseous...

i'm tired...

i'm out of ideas...

i only have me left...

i'm nauseous...

i'm throwing up my heart and walking away...



catch it before it breaks...

 

[gtek]

Everything is FAKE. Everything is FAKE?

Fake people, fake eyes,fake ****, fake butts, fake rappers in fake videos with fake models,turn on the tv and see fake infomercials with fakecharacters talking about fake experiences, fake doctors prescribing fake medicine for fake diseases, fake cars, fake shoes, fake chains, fake relationships,fake love, fake marriages, fake break-ups, fake rape, fake murders, fake death, fake governments with fake presidents telling fake lies about fake wars, fakeanimals (clones), fake processed meat in fake burgers, fake drugs, fake cops, fake convictions, fake convicts, fake money, fake careers, fake schools, fakeeducation about a fake history from a fake country, fake religions, fake gods, fake 2nd comings lead by a fake leader who tells people to drink fake kool-aidfor a fake afterlife, fake heroes played by fake actors displaying fake sights in a fake scenery, fake hands,arms,faces,legs, everything in this world is fake.Whats real? Love, Life. The ratio is about 1000:2
Isn't that problem?

 

[atlien seeko]

Dope thread. I dont write poetry, but I write my thoughts down if they're interesting.

 

[dedantheman]

bump

 

[frankreynolds420]

Breakfast for one, back in my bad break up days.


I dream of you, it's a pain to awaken.
I grab the eggs then I grab the bacon.
I grab a pot then I grab a pan.
Just to imagine, i'm grabbing your hand.
I reach for the milk, high on the shelf.
I cook for you, and no one else.

I grab the bread and I grab the butter.
All to serve you, in bed, under covers.
I feed you slowly, I kiss you the same.
If only this was real, damn you my brain.

I clean the glass and I clean the plate.
I think of my past and I clean my slate.
It's time I stop being stuck in the past.
I clean my hands of this romance.

This is my favorite poem..I like my body when it is with your by e.e. cummings.


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

 

[the harlem shake]

Originally Posted by GTEK


Everything is FAKE. Everything is FAKE?

Fake people, fake eyes,fake ****, fake butts, fake rappers in fake videos with fake models,turn on the tv and see fake infomercials with fake characters talking about fake experiences, fake doctors prescribing fake medicine for fake diseases, fake cars, fake shoes, fake chains, fake relationships, fake love, fake marriages, fake break-ups, fake rape, fake murders, fake death, fake governments with fake presidents telling fake lies about fake wars, fake animals (clones), fake processed meat in fake burgers, fake drugs, fake cops, fake convictions, fake convicts, fake money, fake careers, fake schools, fake education about a fake history from a fake country, fake religions, fake gods, fake 2nd comings lead by a fake leader who tells people to drink fake kool-aid for a fake afterlife, fake heroes played by fake actors displaying fake sights in a fake scenery, fake hands,arms,faces,legs, everything in this world is fake. Whats real? Love, Life. The ratio is about 1000:2
Isn't that problem?

did you write that?

 

[gtek]

Originally Posted by The Harlem Shake

Originally Posted by GTEK


Everything is FAKE. Everything is FAKE?

Fake people, fake eyes,fake ****, fake butts, fake rappers in fake videos with fake models,turn on the tv and see fake infomercials with fake characters talking about fake experiences, fake doctors prescribing fake medicine for fake diseases, fake cars, fake shoes, fake chains, fake relationships, fake love, fake marriages, fake break-ups, fake rape, fake murders, fake death, fake governments with fake presidents telling fake lies about fake wars, fake animals (clones), fake processed meat in fake burgers, fake drugs, fake cops, fake convictions, fake convicts, fake money, fake careers, fake schools, fake education about a fake history from a fake country, fake religions, fake gods, fake 2nd comings lead by a fake leader who tells people to drink fake kool-aid for a fake afterlife, fake heroes played by fake actors displaying fake sights in a fake scenery, fake hands,arms,faces,legs, everything in this world is fake. Whats real? Love, Life. The ratio is about 1000:2
Isn't that problem?

did you write that?

Yeah. Its one of my better ones.

 

[swanginon4z]

i got wayy too much for this, but yall prolly laugh at my ishh cause its all about beggin for my ex to come back to me lol.
not about to embarris myself.

 

[supervillain]

Originally Posted by rocman23

Poem from third grade for Black History Month

I'm Proud to be Black

I'm proud to be black/
My heritage goes way back/
Until the white man came/
And started this game/
All black people were free/
And nobody owned me/
I'm proud to be black and you should be too/
If you're not proud to be black something is wrong with you!

Recited this at the assembly, got mad applause and won student of the week

Are you sure.?! Lol.

 

[cucumbercool]

The girl with chinky eyes
DAT AS%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

 

[gtek]

Originally Posted by SUPERVILLAIN

Originally Posted by rocman23

Poem from third grade for Black History Month

I'm Proud to be Black

I'm proud to be black/
My heritage goes way back/
Until the white man came/
And started this game/
All black people were free/
And nobody owned me/
I'm proud to be black and you should be too/
If you're not proud to be black something is wrong with you!

Recited this at the assembly, got mad applause and won student of the week

Are you sure.?! Lol.

My man must have attended Booker T Washington elementary.

But

for a 3rd grader.

 

[njstress03]

Mad I didn't bring my poetry notebook to work tonight

Not exactly a poem but its a lil suttin I wrote.

Sometimes its not about giving a positive message, sometimes its about telling the truth. The ugly truth that nobody wants to hear and always neglect torealize when it is right in front of them. Even when they do realize it they choose to ignore it. Why do we choose to ignore the obscene way we treat eachother, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, who share the same struggles on the same hunk of land we all call home. It disgusts me how men decide totreat women and in turn women treat men and themselves with such a lack of self esteem or even the slightest hint of self respect. We pollute everything weplace our hands on from the environment to our communities to even our very educations which can be known now as miseducation. We miseducated the very childrenwe were so proud to conceive and lead them down such demoralized paths and still have the audacity to say we want the best for the future of our children. Ibelieve we have forsaken them. I believe we have forsaken our country, our races, our cultures and our world as a whole. We have forsaken it with acts ofviolence, ignorance, selfishness, carelessness and hatred. At the very peak of all this madness the best solution we come up with for this horrid reality is topoint our fingers at one another and say, "It is your fault!" The only thing that will accomplish is the repetition of everything I just mentionednow with the false sense of righteousness to back it up. My people, it is time for a change, it is time to bring an end to this genocide lifestyle we embracedand lived by everyday for so long. Too long if you ask me. We need to stop quarreling amongst each other and work together to fix what generations of ignorancehas helped to destroy. And that is our society. And we need not to do it as Hispanic, Black, White, Asian or Arab. But as the people. Only then can we prevail.Thank you for your time, I hope my words will open up your mind...

 

[c money 88 05]

just a quick bump of the post before I go to work
and another quickie poem inspired by a poetry post a while back(the document says it was typed 7/10/07 so it's been a while, wow didn't think it wasthat long ago)

it was just a quick off the top of my head thing I did for the post to be silly, but I like it still for what it is/was/whatever. This was one of the firsttimes I just sat down, picked up a pencil and started writing like it was my name, 10 minutes and it was done, that's how I do a lot of my writing nowalmost like a freestyle writer

anyway...


Girl, when I first laid eyes on you(inhale) I couldn't breathe
with that pretty smile, and them beautiful eyes
I was starstruck, in a daze.....

and with so many days in my life I've lived
and with so many girls through these eyes I've seen
through so many dreams in my mind I've thought
not one compares to this happiness you've brought.

So happy to call you my girl....if you let me
for with no one else......would be as special
so with me you settle......and (exhale)I breathe again...a new man

 

[antonlavey]

The highest fulfillment of man
Is to become food for the crawling things
That burrow and slither in human flesh
Unceasing in mindless hunger
Remorseless undefiled by reason
The worms of the tomb they are pure

Their purity elevates them
Above the putrefying pride of our race

The destiny of man is
Merely to be
The nourishment of the worm
Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom

From decay arises new life
Fill myself with that which rots
And I shall be reborn

By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm
I shall rise up in awareness of truth
I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh
And my mind is forever purged
Of the corruption of faith

Believe in nothingness
There is no purpose in birth
No blessedness after death
Only oblivion

Eat of the dead
For I am like as one who is already dead
Eat of the dead
Lest I be consumed by the emptiness

Annf feth
Tema fentu

Eat of the dead

 

[dalilboy]

Originally Posted by C Money 88 05

just a quick bump of the post before I go to work
and another quickie poem inspired by a poetry post a while back(the document says it was typed 7/10/07 so it's been a while, wow didn't think it was that long ago)

it was just a quick off the top of my head thing I did for the post to be silly, but I like it still for what it is/was/whatever. This was one of the first times I just sat down, picked up a pencil and started writing like it was my name, 10 minutes and it was done, that's how I do a lot of my writing now almost like a freestyle writer

anyway...


Girl, when I first laid eyes on you(inhale) I couldn't breathe
with that pretty smile, and them beautiful eyes
I was starstruck, in a daze.....

and with so many days in my life I've lived
and with so many girls through these eyes I've seen
through so many dreams in my mind I've thought
not one compares to this happiness you've brought.

So happy to call you my girl....if you let me
for with no one else......would be as special
so with me you settle......and (exhale)I breathe again...a new man

that touched me (no $+$*)

 

[timelessflight]

Wish I learned how to write poetry