• Dec 19, 2020

    post your poems or others

  • Dec 19, 2020
    1 reply

    i came up with this 20 minutes.

    Life is hard like a boner
    There is no happy endings and you end up a loner

  • Dec 19, 2020
    man ray gun

    i came up with this 20 minutes.

    Life is hard like a boner
    There is no happy endings and you end up a loner

    best poem of this thread so far

  • Jan 24, 2021

    Do not go gentle into that good night

  • Submerged in sandcastles with the sand beneath my feet 

    Seagulls in the skyline as white as double entendre’d keys

    Shelves on the wall filled with endless memories 

    Forever yet temporary 

    First fight first spar with a belt as black as my skin 

    Learn the meaning of futile with a kick to the chin

    Some nights you would like
 take us out for a bite or something

    You gave us lots of loving 

    While you was in school and it was cool to see amongst the strugglin

    Blockbuster pull up to apartment on the weekends

    Contrast to public school praying that the f***ing week ends
Guess God just wasn’t listening cause grades was far from decent

    Fireworks in the distance summer times with quasi-family 

    Rowing boats in the water fears of falling deep into the sea 
Soundtracks you played in cars started by flick of a light
We sang songs of Michael and danced the day that he took flight
And watching dancing frogs with you in bed on Saturday morning
    Fleeting times of life when childhood wasn’t mourning 

    Hearing all the screaming drinking Playstation to drown it out 
Sometimes I sat alone and wished that you and him had worked it out

  • May 16, 2021

    Summer lights on the horizon
    High tide, the sea of her love rising
    Our eyes fuse when we together, blue and brown, color my night like aurora borealis
    Can it get better?
    Of course, she don't need a crown
    she's more rich than a chalice
    Shes the 8th wonder, takes my thunder
    Thinking about her all the time cause she's my lifeline
    So at night time, I gotta turn on my search light to find mine

  • May 16, 2021

    grandma's rings on fingers skeleton
    aroma underwhelm
    strobe thru plains behind closed eyelids
    acid flashbacks, flashing lights flicker
    panic attacks through unknown eyes
    . . . i don't remember who i am

  • May 16, 2021

    Love me regardless
    Tried and true
    It looks brand new,
    but I bet it tastes the same.
    Happy we're acquainted
    These days I'm tamed
    Whatever I can't explain won't even come up
    I've learned many lessons
    Maybe amazed and awestruck but it ain't dumb
    I do this for fun
    Feeling in control of my funds
    Be back to that soon
    Time is now to renew
    I'll be the glue for your broken heart
    and I'm straight too

    haha lightweight but sober
    thanks for the poetry thread
    it helps me with my closure

  • May 16, 2021

    What if I got so much steam to let out
    All I wanna do is write
    I know it don't have to rhyme
    Got Boi-1da in the background
    Youtube history and learn
    earn and excel prevail
    doesn't have to live up to anything
    Might feel worser if I don't share

    Once again thanks for the poetry thread

  • Daddy Daddy could you please
    loosen the chain around my knees
    i've been a good girl and could use some food
    please give me some food when you're in the mood

  • Your life is nothing
    You serve zero purpose
    You should Kill yourself NOW

  • Feb 25

    Sonnet 29

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state,
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
    Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    (Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

  • Feb 25

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

  • Feb 25

    Love this one from a British World War 1 soldier

    Dulce Et Decorum Est
    Wilfred Owen

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

    Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
    And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
    Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

    In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori.

    You can also listen to this one on Youtube, absolutely amazing, its the first poem:

  • Feb 25

    Here dead we lie
    A.E. Housman

    Here dead we lie
    Because we did not choose
    To live and shame the land
    From which we sprung.

    Life, to be sure,
    Is nothing much to lose,
    But young men think it is,
    And we were young.