Topic: The "Post your Poetry" thread, The love edition.
- May 16, 2006 05:08pm by JKR70 - [img:66e766d8cb]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v696/JKR70/LVSIGNATUREBANNER.jpg[/img:66e766d8cb]
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Ok everyone, this is the thread to post poetry about love that you have written, lets let it all out people.
I will start.
She flutters light as leaves in autumns pastures
are those rays of hope,
or light through lifeless trees as you brush past her ?
Just ask her, of her, winks and sighs and half truth lies
as she peppers the room with laughter and not replies.
Does your heart harden ? Do you move from this garden ?
Where the scents of flowers bliss wont spoil, where supple petals fall from stems of ignorance and denials the soil.
Place me on moons distant, remove me when she moves me far removed from a moral existance and love wounds me.
Let the loves of lost lovers flow by and flood the gutters, as just beyond my fingertips she lightly flutters.
- May 23, 2006 04:29pm by JDFlow - [url=http://www.my.rawkus.com/profile/jdflow]JDFlow on Rawkus[/url]
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This is a hycoo I wrote... [size=9:fb6b72a949](I feel like [color=violet:fb6b72a949]hycoo[/color:fb6b72a949] is spelled wrong)[/size:fb6b72a949]
[b:fb6b72a949]Love is like a seed[/b:fb6b72a949]
Where yelling and force won't work,
Nurturing and patience will.
- May 23, 2006 08:45pm by JKR70 - [img:66e766d8cb]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v696/JKR70/LVSIGNATUREBANNER.jpg[/img:66e766d8cb]
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[quote:df70c4691b="JDFlow"]This is a hycoo I wrote... [size=9:df70c4691b](I feel like [color=violet:df70c4691b]hycoo[/color:df70c4691b] is spelled wrong)[/size:df70c4691b]
[b:df70c4691b]Love is like a seed[/b:df70c4691b]
Where yelling and force won't work,
Nurturing and patience will.[/quote:df70c4691b]
Fresh, I guess you and I are the only poets here, thats weird.
- May 23, 2006 09:46pm by FlareThaRebel - http://www.myspace.com/anticrew
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this is some sappy, punk ass shit!...and on that note, here is my love poem 😆
[b:038691324e]"Touch"[/b:038691324e]
A touch of serenity
A touch of peacefulness
A touch to calm
A touch to soothe
A touch like radiant sunlight against pale skin
A touch like drizzling rain on dry soil
A touch like a cool breeze on a hot summer day
A touch like a soft kiss between two lovers
A touch of tranquility
A touch to warm the cold
but none compare
to the way you've touched my soul
- May 24, 2006 07:39am by phism
i think poetry sucks. but here's a bunch of stuff from when i was in high school:
[u:bc8b9349f2]'love travelling backwards at 0 mph: 4 poems'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
lazily, as we lie alive...hushed, thin
lullabies leak inaudibly from lush lips
following lust's labour, flushed limbs
laconic legends left silent...blush..grin..
lest language leave listeners deaf,
lest breath let life lie down to death.
***
out of our mouths
so open,
comes oceans.
overhead,
overcast,
our fog on the windows
obscures our bodies from onlookers' eyes
only outside were we alone
only ourselves in our ephemeral home
only one moment, the night our own
***
vessels of velvet violence, we live
violet lips forsake vanity
forget vestures
forgive virulence
value of naive vices revived
vivid truths removed from view
vandals of our skin velour
vulnerable, convulsing,
to reveal volumes about vitality
viable vial of everlasting life
evaporate, we vent
on glass condensed
vying for the vise of time
to lock the vault, to save our minds,
to live to veil the evil, rise
to fall, invite the evening tide
***
evidence says that every essence ends in elegy.
imminent exit begs us yell these melodies.
our chests our breaths arrested,
like development, like felonies.
however we never develop, we
levy every second steps on heavy like elephant feet
time treads on eleven,
the bell the knell we swell and fell,
all's well.
we rest to feel the resting of a head upon a breast
we press we're testing our blessings
we rest,
refreshed.
it ebbs, we ease, we feel, we breathe,
we leave.
[u:bc8b9349f2]'it's the moon, and the earth. connected by trees. yeah.'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
my roots are buried in her chilly childlike lunar lifeless flesh.
my earth cuddles with the moon wraps a forest around her body in a fetus style spooning crest.
the surface nestled in my wooded forest blessed her being with a purpose.
my sylvan hardwood face pressed against a crater basin makes the life among them flourish.
[u:bc8b9349f2]'sleep'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
drawn asunder somber slumber
spawn another common wonder:
thought a drummer's song of thunder
stops a softly stalking hunter.
whither winter wind will venture,
hills hold hidden heat to censure
chillèd speech of sickled splinters
thrown from throats of frozen figures
warmth apart from dark and winter
hunter knocks, intent to enter
caused my withered heart to whisper
"soft, lest winter enter with her!"
[u:bc8b9349f2]'man made moss'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
i represent the post-apocalypse in which nature climbs back up the walls at the base of skyscrapers,
some of which now scrape slate and dust, how ironic that it once was called a trust
that's your crew, city, clique, block, cell block, hood, scene, status,
my love throw up for static,
my name is change, the point at which return becomes dynamic
i'm the sculptor that kills stone into a beauty
i'm the dog shit that fertilizes your garden
i'm the paint that makes a dead building into a living canvas
i'm the poison ivy that makes a tree stump hardcore
you're the chinese lantern worn by moss
you're sunlight and mitochondria
you're the columns of rome and nero's bow
i'm the fire and the ashes and i wasn't born in the west
and i'm the pegasus' tail from which someone plucked those strings
and you sleep on a pillow made of feathers from my wings
[u:bc8b9349f2]'cannibal husbandry'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
i make a scapegoat of these succubi that force me to write
and every four minutes i choose a new whore for a wife
but fuck gettin hitched,
i already want a divorce from my life,
cause life's a bitch
and she's made a cuckold of me
suckin off these buckeye-pocket fuckers.
i'd be lucky to summon a chuckle from her
after trudging through these muck laden trails
just to make a buck
and bring home a sucker porker's entrails.
[u:bc8b9349f2]'gods at dusk'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
missing the sunset through her attic walls as afternoon faded into night,
like the citrus glow of splashing sunshine was warmed by our bodies and left to cool on the floor until it turned to a grape flavored indigo..
we covered it with dark royal silk to preserve it for the next day, while we planted seeds that only grow at night..
sinking into one another... rolling in each other's orbits and laughing at our generosity for hours at a time..
antoinette, goddess of the moon; you spilt sugar atop the cloth
and they were sparkling crystals that begged and yearned to mingle with the crashing waves below.
and those disgruntled waters turned violent, violet and crimson, boiling angry at the distance..
they would watch the silk sag in the sky and wait for their shining lovers to come home and finally find unity, anticipating the jubilated chaos, the divine orgasmic rapture that would allow the sea at last to settle, to rest, and be at peace..
but tomorrow when we remove the silk, and the sky is opened, the stars will fall off with it.. and the water will glow a desperate yellow, like beacons speaking "be with me!" to anyone who's seeking...
the ocean will scream when we sip of it, because we're so very thirsty..
when our eyes meet, we're so.. so thirsty..
later tonight we'll dab our fingers in the sugar and taste it, with smiles on our faces
the simplest luxury...
we drink the nectar through each other's earthen skin..
becoming one concoction equal parts holiness and sin
the sea and sweets finally meet, mixing beneath our bodies deep, making love deep into the warmth of where they sleep together deep..
and we, in our multicolored bold hued daze,
lick liquid and visceral visions into bubbly effervescent dusk flavored rays.
a seascape horizon sunset warm brazen sunshine,
we cling together,
roses growing red and pink from our coalescence,
once i was, i
want my love like
sunshine loves night.
[u:bc8b9349f2]'R.I.A.'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
mark one for miscommunication, two for confusion
gamble mental ante put my brain up and losing
you mimicked the big screen
after my indifferent ending
of pending postulations.
picking bait emaciation
instead of pacifying a pacific island finer thing
(unbeknownst to me, myself, and irony),
if time was mine [rewind] i'd take it back
and take thee over tainted rat cause maybe that
would put some shit into perspective
cerebrum-to-reputation: override your prime directive
malfunction: overheating breathing metal fumes towards me
i told all your wide-eyed fellow academics to ignore me
and if i wasn't wearing this peacock suit they'd probably find it easy
but if my songbird being doesn't scream, i squawk with awkward reasoning
pay attention,
class is outside today,
and after normal hours
you'll learn the desperation of a seeking never sought.
we'll meet again this weekend, kids
at that fat bitch's house
you'll learn the desperation of a sought but never seeking.
you'll learn the difference in the same things inside a single person
you'll learn indifference in the raping of a mind too young to serpent
a dozen for the wildflow'r frame you left around your person
when you left from 'round my person,
took a left and found your purpose
like an echo wake of life a tunnel following your passing
a flighty kite's tail nightly finding alternates to crashing
younger than the rest enough to pique my paedophilia
never nothing left of us to keep as memorabilia
like cilia, flail futile against absence, post-prophylactic
i fertilize an empty woman, you accept a plastic phallus
two roads diverge in a yellow wood
except one path the yellow's browned and snow-capped
and the other's dead cacti and pavement
the bandwagon's wheels fared better on the asphalt
so i passengered this d.w.i. butterfly into regret
swallowed sand for my thirst and patched my scratches with salt
because the desert flower blossom beckoned my palm
to pick a petal prick
i found a map and found the trap i found
i found my turned-down route led down to one ferry-boat
it carries floating passengers to half an island's migrant mindset mileage
matching my beguiling styles with spying eyes and firey wiles
you find your smile inside my suffering and halt the whirlpool wisping wild
while wiley coyote catches another anvil
my favorite tv drama just called to tell me i was cancelled
so i cut my cable off and left for uninhabitation
though the world still spins and i'm still pulled toward its gravitation
you earth-tone disperse, grown apart from martyr dangerous
tell the lost & found thief syndicate rescind because you claim it
lest pirates should take it,
jump excited at a name spit,
still a hyper type of piping wild crosshatch stripèd strange kid
basic same skin scale soft and smooth like sunset waters
horizon famous hawaiian concept came before our fathers
you upside down and backwards antagonist, antonymous
to me turned 'round and blinded by naivete and providence
we grew up together. and i barely ever saw you.
you see me now and see between my need to shadow shock swoon
your multicolored kool-aid lips move quick to cast a sorcery
and force me to a quickness soaked descent to pitiful coarsely
i melt and felt a raindrop pull its friends and family towards me
amidst a massive crowd i'm bastard one for whom it's storming
pretender hippie seagull flies away and finds a way like
a million dollar diamond seeking solace in a strange rock
it'll be simple until entropy disassembles the cache
eventful only for the gentleman who reaps the planet's pimples for cash
again they'll rehash an old fashioned karma tale
i might as well assume as soon as rumors start i'll fail
unless you give me a reason to continue
i'm a travelling act that may not get to play your venue
i view altered past and subsequent present pressed within you
dwell in the forge another year-refine a shrine that i can sin to
i'm past the point of blessed i'm especially evil since i left the best
less-than-respectable fertile freshness for a lonely silent stress riddled
mess of neglectful irony My life like a monobrachial cyclist, to the side
to find that siren is silent, meaning not nine eleven like violence,
but like singing irish divinest highness in the light of glass glistening finest,
from the crescent cracks of crystal, i find she can shed the missiles
and leave one drop of positive reminiscent sorrow
and assert self like its forgotten on the luminescent morrow because
she relents when a vent's been evinced to my senses.
my friendship's a figment of fiction to the vixen.
[u:bc8b9349f2]'aurum on black'[/u:bc8b9349f2]
we stand amidst nothing
on a background of black
i'm envisioning gold stars
too abstract to be fact
forward she moves she violates my personal space she places a paw upon the nape of my neck
she's taking my breath
and the best of my efforts to veil my stress
the air between us is pressed between us and next she places a test to feel if i could resist
but i'm her sculpture now
the golden glow that flows from her fingertips
melts me enough til i know who the leader is
hoping to feel it when
yes she moves furtherher claws uncurlthe soft surface tickles my skin when they brush against it; she's instantly stripping the evil from sin.
and as the hand opens slowly i find that my only focus is focused on the curtains to her soul,
and they're always partly open but it's hiding to the side where it knows that when i watch it'll never let her show
her fingers are still unraveling,
exposing the parasite that resides inside her palm,
through time we are blindly traveling
nevermore fighting the night that she spawns
defying dawn
injected with a serum to knock me out my senses
i feed off this narcotic til my body drops defenses
eccentric she looks, with that rabid flashing of eyes,
luring my attention while attacking from behind
the leech grabs hold, i fold to her will
she samples my soul but never goes for the kill
right now she only injures for minimal nourishment
she breeds me like a sheep-she shears my blood when the fervor hits
but keeps me alive, cause alive i will provide
and unless i'm providing i doubt she ever would survive
but it seems alright to me, because i've got these blinders on
and my mind is on nothing but what she wants to put my mind upon
...and when we're alone in this darkness i harken to every harp and lark that seems to be seeping music when the beauty is feeling abusive,
but the only thing i notice is the anthropomorphic lotus floating in a golden ocean manifested into an opus that provokes me to go much closer and know that i call her "home" when i'm
enticed.
- May 24, 2006 07:45am by NRG - livin the art that is life !
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Your slightest look
easily will unclose me
though I have closed
myself as fingers
You open always petal by petal
Myself as Spring opens
Touching, skillfully, Mysteriously,
her first rose.
e.e. cummings
