Poetry Corner

[SexyAries]

Love this thread, enjoyed everyones piece of the pie! This does ryhme but i hope you guys might find it interesting.

If:

If you had one moment?
If M & M's melted in your hands and not in your mouth?
If Mr. Clean was Mr. Dirty?
If all you had was a doller and 7 cents?
If people acutally liked other people?
If more people could express themselves with poetry?
If you loved someone?
If someone loved you?
If you loved someone that loved you?
If you chose the wrong path?
If you chose the right path?
If you had the choice of an optional path?
If men were women and women were men?
If this makes sense?
If you cant make sense out of this?
If chocolate was a fruit?
If 2pac was still alive?
If you had one chance?
If you didnt take that chance?
If all you wanted was another chance?

[anileve]

The sexy swivels of your thoughts
Multiple dimensions of your brain
Creating numerous vibrations
Echoing through your veins
Transporting from your fingertips
Through the tunnel of invisible connection
Transcending the wavelengths of time and distance
Channeling the force to the nearness of my axis
Causing violent contraction in my fingers
Electrically charging my veins
Shooting neurons to my brain
You create swirls of emotions
That evoke the swivels of my thoughts

[Anonymouse]

Ohh goody, I like revivals. Thanks to anileve.

Tyranny of time

Time's Tales tell us to talk today and think tomorrow as we tip toe
on times poisonous arrow delivering sorrow
to those that deny the real God of man
the clock's hand, on this dream land
making through minutes of infinity yurning to be free we, reach divinity
time brings conformity from dusk till dawn annually
we try to transcend the cycle of the earth, and the rising of the sun
but we always descend to our end and the Piper's tune leads on
as it carries time's wand
Time speaks to us in ticks and tocks
of phrases "Time is money", and money talks
teetering tenderly on the trackways of time
taking a break for breath becomes a crime
for I'm a mime trapped under the tyranny of time
I'm movong nowhere with 5 trillion thoughts per second
as my past screams its rage it is confined in times cage
as I make way through times boobey trapped mines
swinging from thorn covered vines uncovering rhymes
and expanding my confined mind
once upon a time --- limit
As time ties our labor with tools and
rhyme with rules we each possess a watch that's real cool
for no one would know time without
a clock to watch, and time is watching us, the prisoners of time
as we ride out our dreams and become
trapped in times wheel asking what becomes of this feeling
this dream? when we dream time loses its meaning
To tick the tock and resonate with the right scream
On weekend, on weekday, on workday, on someday, on anyday
on birthday, on holiday, all reminders that we are times prey
We constantly drink from the cup of time
I have to becareful to not choke on this rhyme
For I am thirsty, to resist is heresy
to fight time is blasphemy for we under time's tyranny

[Emil]

Every experience, be it good or bad teaches us a lesson.
Or, at least it should.
Miss right turns out to be Miss Wrong.
Learn from your mistakes.
Move on.
Dry your tears, wipe your eyes.
Find the strength.
Look inside.
Don't call her.
Don't see her.
Don't play one sad song.
Just move on.
Do a check up from the neck up.
One day, you'll have all the joy your heart can hold.
And then you'll be glad you moved on.
For there is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
Once you have found that person, then you will have truly moved on.
And then you will truly be lucky.

[Anonymouse]

Emil, if ever I end up falling in love and breaking up, I'll definitely heed the advice.

[anileve]

Originally posted by Emil Every experience, be it good or bad teaches us a lesson.
Or, at least it should.
Miss right turns out to be Miss Wrong.
Learn from your mistakes.
Move on.
Dry your tears, wipe your eyes.

Excuse me Mr. Moderator, I feel compelled to move this post to the “Love and Romance” section, I got all sentimental here. This is just another scheme of yours to get all the women in tears and ready to comfort you, isn't it? You dog!

Emil Do a check up from the neck up.

Yep, that always helps in avoiding bottlenecked women...

[SagGal]

Originally posted by Emil Every experience, be it good or bad teaches us a lesson..........And then you will truly be lucky.

I think I speak for everyone when I say............aaaaaawwwww

[Emil]

Originally posted by anileve Excuse me Mr. Moderator, I feel compelled to move this post to the “Love and Romance” section, I got all sentimental here. This is just another scheme of yours to get all the women in tears and ready to comfort you, isn't it? You dog!

Don't I wish.

[loseyourname]

short afternoon naps vaporize into quiet evenings
in flickering twilight. eyes open and
minds close when this key is turned.
a fortnight is spent
in preparation, labelling anatomy
with sight association.
she's a flighty one, this one,
this one too many -
she used bicker like an owl when there aren't any mice around.
now her head just bobs in capricorn compliance.
her fingers tense up under
the shrill noise of metal
pulling denim into a v-shaped opening.
the same tongue that she speaks with,
on those rare occasions when she speaks,
is loosened from her throat like
lungs pulled out from undersea.
again she doesn't complain -
she knows damn well she isn't there to be heard.
when the streetlamps turn off
the earth knows it's okay to spin around again.
the flutter of her eyelids betray
a past that wasn't cluttered
with fiscal struggles but rather
with the fight to save a childhood.
in the mood but not in sunlight,
her attitude is to walk, no not to walk
and no i don't mean that she wants to run;
she only wants to lie down
without the song of the gutter water
muttering in the side of her head
that her face is broken.
under certain circumstances,
when the moon was crescent
and the cloud-cover yawned but did not break,
she might have spoken up.

[anileve]

Originally posted by loseyourname short afternoon naps vaporize into quiet evenings
in flickering twilight. eyes open and
minds close when this key is turned.

Wow lose, that's an incredible poem. Beautiful embroidery of words I'd have to say and very touching without sounding mushy.