Poetry Corner

[loseyourname]

I think we are supposed to post our own poems here.

[loleeg]

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

[loseyourname]

couplets dance together
down a cascade of uncertain truisms
like droplets of dew
on a four-leaf clover
stumbling toward the ocean

[Anonymouse]

What sets the mood and guides you through? What's the thought that is the cue? Your stream of consciousness flows to a beat, from cruise control to driving force, and to your soul. Theres a constant refrain that leads the way that gets you going, motivates, incites, inspires. It takes you where you have to go. Reinforcing your direction, transporting you through your life. You're the star of your own movie and music of your words is your soundtrack.

[DaNcErGurL]

(Everyone is lost...and i am part of that everyone!!)

Lost...

I am lost...
I can not be found.
Where am I?
In the sky, in the water, or in the ground?
Why can't I feel anything?
I am here...
On earth, am I on Mars?
Can someone help me...
I am lost.

I can't see myself.
I look in the mirror...
But I don't see anything!
Am i nothing?
Do i not exist?
Can someone help me...
I am lost.

No on can see or feel me.
I say "Hi!" to him...
But he doesn't respond.
I am here, why don't you see me?
I am looking at you...
imagining that I am caressing you.
Are you there?
I can't see you there...
Where are you?
I need some help...
I think i am lost!

I can't see you.
Can you see me?
Oh, there you are!
Why are you running away?
Come back to me!
I love you...
Please come back!
I can feel pain,
Pain all over me!
Is there someone out there,
to help me?
I know I am lost.

Why is everything falling apart?
Where are you?
Where am I?
I ned you, to take my pain away!
Can't you help me?
I know you are there...
just don't leave me all alone!
I feel cold...
Please come back to me!
I am not lost anymore!

Where is everyone?
Please, help me!
I am in the middle of nowhere!
I am here, but where am I...
I need you...
I can't breathe...
Please come back to me!
Hold me tight and never let go!
Lost, what does that word mean?

Tell me, why am I lost...
do I deserve this?
Well...no, I don't!
But life...does to all of us!
I need someone!
Open your arms to me!
Heaven or hell...take me in!
No one can be found!

Show me where to go...
Let me see the light or
Let me see the darkness!
Just let me see something,
To know that I am alive!

Don't look down, there is no hell.
Don't look up, there is no heaven.
Heaven and hell don't exist.
It is what you do...
that determines where you will be!

So...
Where am I?
Where are you?
WE ARE...
LOST!!!

[Anonymouse]

That was a delight Mr. Monster.

There are so many names naming themselves
Names are filling the historic halls and shopping malls
Of ether falling off walls to the water wells
So many names that they all become nameless
Bells which disclaim person anus from person able to your highness
Names in my juice, from vitaminameless to names in the news
From crime doesn’t pay unless…
And all the names together are no name
In the mental mainframe
All trying to decipher the encryption of fame

[PASAMONSTER]

I cry for you
I cry for me
I cry for us
that will never be

I cry for the sun
I cry for every star
I cry for beauty
that I will never see by far

I cry for the past
I cry for the future
I cry for my heart
that you slowly butchered

But you've never seen it in my eye
Have you ever wondered why
Because on the inside
without tears I always cry



=======================


The sun went down
slowly disapearing in the west
Time for me to be out
because I'm different then the rest

the night is my cover
the moon is my guide
I know exactly where I'm going
and to my destination I slowly glide

This place welcoed me
when in my heart love was born
It comforted and rested my soul
when for that same love I came to mourn

I go to this place
whether I'm sad or want to have fun
this place waited for me
even when I was on the run

No matter how hard you try
this place you can never find
because its inside of me
Its in my tortured mind.


by yours trully

[Anonymouse]

The letter p with its progeny fascinates people
to use pens to produce problems that begin
with politics and end with prescriptions of peril
of painful punches to the penus which then paddles
to the pu5sy in profane poses with proselytizing propulsions
squirting potions of p's from its pore of the polluted minds portions
of philosophical prime numbers painting on paper the taxes
we owe in payment to other polite poets who control power
by the use of police to keep peace poking people lost and
pathless in lost poems of polemic poisons of pride trying to reach puberty these persons with their proud passions passing passively
in the pavement of lifes problems
to publish our process of purifying our phonics and punctuation patterning itself after the polytheistic Poseidons in a prosaic prophetical world wearing nothing but a prophylactic condom prancing around proselytizing to the profane of everything pretensious and pointless pointing to the pointlessness of not proselytizing, therefore plating the plexus of the cycle of p.

[SagGal]

The Apple

The apple is hard
and soft and slippery
and nutricious

the first fruit she gave him
and ended with a confession
and departure

the fruit that describes the thought
and behavior of all in one
and not falling far from the tree

[SagGal]

People people
It's only a forum.
Those who bug you
Lets ignore them.

Coming here
To pass my time.
Didn't even know
I'd be writing a rhyme.

I have no clue
Of what to add.
Boredom gets to me
Damn, this poem is sad.

Sad as in boring
Duh, you knew that.
I guess I'll go now
So, goodnight.