Poetry Corner

[messiah33]

some idea tp poem ur song call how ever you want

we live fore fredom
but we dont what it all about
some times it evil and some
times it not
pathetic and loser that is our
human nature

give it back to the people
back to the pramtive
you got to fight
withe you own

you should take all this
and start to belive
tow genocid in 30 years
its our fuсking nature
to kill each other
its our nature to xxxx one another

give it back to the people
back to the pramtive
you got to fight
withe you own

[Siamanto]

However nobody tries to rhyme
Because their words and minds are not sublime
Some people are just too horny

Why should poetry rhyme?
Isn't aligning words a crime?
Arranged, such prisoners of war,
In rows of two or more.

Liberez les sardines!

[SxyDon]

If Intro to Psych taught me anything; I suggest you build a giant bonfire, then cut off a lock of your hair and burn it. Then shout allah three times in a row, and your psyche should evolve at breakneck speeds.

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Are you on crack ?

[Thai-Samurai]

as i stare into the dark
i can feel the coldness inside
i see a small candle tinkering in the dark
trying to become a strong flame again
but the cold wind keeps blowing it down
the flame is determined but cannot shine any brighter
cannot give anymore light then it has
you can see that the wick is almost all gone
its done what it did and is ready to burn out
it knows it will never shine so bright as it had some time ago
its so sad that we will not see the bright shine of that flame anymore
but as time passes we will forget and get used to the dim lights provided by the other candles


Please comment

If Intro to Psych taught me anything; I suggest you build a giant bonfire, then cut off a lock of your hair and burn it. Then shout allah three times in a row, and your psyche should evolve at breakneck speeds.

[SxyDon]

My Poem

as i stare into the dark
i can feel the coldness inside
i see a small candle tinkering in the dark
trying to become a strong flame again
but the cold wind keeps blowing it down
the flame is determined but cannot shine any brighter
cannot give anymore light then it has
you can see that the wick is almost all gone
its done what it did and is ready to burn out
it knows it will never shine so bright as it had some time ago
its so sad that we will not see the bright shine of that flame anymore
but as time passes we will forget and get used to the dim lights provided by the other candles


Please comment

[obi]

I choose not to. Because the last time I explained something Armenian for your sake (my duped joke), you turned it against me.

And I just didn't appreciate that.

HA!

Fair play, but you was making fun of me.

[Anonymouse]

The moon shined upon my window sill
As I shut my eyes, my lips and ears
There I lay my body sleeping my mind was leaping
like Tarzan swinging
I watched the silent sagas of my dreams
Walked for miles on autumn leaves
I swam in lakes made of tears
Across the furrowed land of fears
Where memories had been nothing more
Than forgotten fields of ancient lore
Only then to be washed ashore
Where I faced the silent scarecrow of my shadow
Escaped with a magic carpet powered by the summer breeze
I met nouns, adjectives, adverbs in memories
Danced together through the streets like drunken gypsies
So many things tied to the past
With chains, square-dancing together at last
With nowhere to hide and nowhere to go
Like birds hunting worms in fields of snow
Untied to the present and unknown to the future
Dreaming, like a scientist creating nuclear confusion
I placed my hands at the mouth of March
From lunch lines, kickball, handball and hopscotch
Elementary school volleyball hit my crotch
Single file line to get lunch
But I was dreaming all the while
Of another life a mile
In the memories of Emerald Isle
Of a rendezvous of questions and answers
A midnight meeting under the streetlight
By the Mafia of my mind
Between what is known and forgotten
The sexual act between what is sought and remembered
And the birth of a life history unscathed yet endangered
Making its way from the past to the present
In one motion-like crescent to my mind
Under the moon of the present which shines like it’s pregnant
still on my window sill.

[xBaron Dants]

please d00d,

The others that know Armenian know what it says...

OK, errrrm, could YOU translate YOUR words FOR me???

Not direct them to me in a way that is with personal meaning. Purely literal and language thing.

I choose not to. Because the last time I explained something Armenian for your sake (my duped joke), you turned it against me.

And I just didn't appreciate that.

HA!

[Anonymouse]

These are all good poems for us internet sages to poem through the pages
Since I've been counting rain drops that flop against my forehead
And trying to strike the right sound beat with my Tourette's Syndrome to then have a tune and when combined with the rain drops and my syndrome they will be a symphony of the weird playing a concerto of the unknown

[obi]

lol, no. It was for !eek and !eek only!

Now if YOU want us to translate something, that's another story..

please d00d,

The others that know Armenian know what it says...

OK, errrrm, could YOU translate YOUR words FOR me???

Not direct them to me in a way that is with personal meaning. Purely literal and language thing.