Do You Write Poetry?

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Yeah, these are kind of I dunno, corny. But what the heck.

Clock


Some felt as though the day had never ended
others, simply tied their lunch boxes closed
and walked the silent, exhausted mile home.



One tread lightly as his feet refused to lift
another, stomped with crazed look in his eyes
but neither spoke as they crossed the road.



Few looked in their worn hungry alone faces
even fewer, thought they might have cared
so nobody knew when the brothers died quietly



Except the time clock,
who never really cared anyways.


Kiss Me.


Its accidentally a tendency
of this unfamiliar territory
that this is already extraordinary
caught in ecstasy without warranty
and incidentally this journey
leaves me purposely happy
kiss me consecutively in a cemetery
become our own controversy
will we be this fiery at forty? Ninety?
If we turn and today is yesterday?
When this reality becomes a memory?
When we're suddenly occasionally ordinary?
It’s undoubtedly just a theory
that you're evidently necessary
and not immediately temporary
or even occasionally ordinary
but some suddenly lovely divinity
an especially irresistible infinity
when you immediately kiss me.​
 
Hey, all good stuff! I like this thread!

Kiss me-loved it, my kind of writing, all rhyming and full speed ahead.

John Doe made me chuckle-maybe a bit more polsih to nail down the rhythm? Coupla places just slipped, but I read quite fast, so I don't always read the intended way.

Heres that one I thought a few may like-it's anonymous I think.

Abort, Retry, Ignore?


Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing
spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as
hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
 
Free


Toes clutch rock
Rain stings my skin
An amber sky
Absolves all sin.
A gentle rumble
Fills the sky
And arms stretch out
As if to fly.
Waves crash the shore
So far below
And finally
I'm letting go.
Damp green earth
Smells oh so sweet,
Warm and soft
Beneath bare feet,
Raindrops splash
Against my face,
I smile- lost in
Lifes embrace.
The air and sea,
That endless view
Speak of all
That's good and true,
Of life reborn,
Some how, some way,
Upon this spinning
Rock each day.
:)​
 
The Den
(The Journal Of Sir Jak Wolfenden)

Every where I can be
I exist within me
I have only the moons beauty
Left here inside to save me
This Lighthouse calls out to you
I ask for one last change
In the stars I write our destiny
Intertwind in mind is our fate
Belive in me
And you will see
The truth
the real
the me
 
This is just something I wrote that's not depressing so I thought I'd post it. ;)

Spread your wings, prepare to fly, lift your face toward the sky.
Look out world here comes I, look me straight in the eye. Higher, higher, higher still just by sheer force of will. Slice through the air like a knife breath it in the taste of life.
Stretch your arms, big huge sigh, damn does it feel good to fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
There is alot of good poetry on here guys, it's great.​

Her​

Over the many willows,
Over the great, vast sea,
Here comes my one love,
She is coming for me
Her hair is like gold,
Her eyes shine so blue.
You’ll never feel sad,
When she is with you.
Her love is like sunshine,
Her kindness is fair
She knows all about me
But she doesn’t care
As beauty is beheld in one’s eye
As long as you’re with me, I’ll never cry.​

A song from a dragonfriend to a dragonfriend (like dragon rider... but more friendly)​
 
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A heart beats with it's own rythm.

A soul does not need a heart.

A body keeps itself warm.

A soul does not need a body.

Life is the force in all things.

You don't need life to have a soul.

This is for you, all those lost at any time or place,

in any world or any life.

We do not need your smiles, your laughs, although we loved them.

For we know your souls

are here.



JForward.
 
Yes, I write poetry. I've even published at poetry.com and Helium.com
Here's a sample. It's about unrequited love.

Death By Heartbreak Comes.



By Stuart Lynn Sexton




Death by heartbreak comes slowly but surely.
When love is rejected with such passionate scorn.
Unrequited, such love brings pain that is nearly
As though one’s own heart had been both rent and torn.


Such pain that my heart must surely be dying.
How can I continue to live day by day?
Each night on my pillow I here lie crying.
Only one cure can take pain away.


But you do not care if I lie here crying.
You will not provide me the cure.
So heartbreak grips me, and I’m slowly dying.
To your enjoyment, of that I am sure.


O, how you must really enjoy this.
Glad of my suffering, glad of my pain.
And, the saddest part of this all is,
Because I so love you, I’d suffer it again.


I’d suffer the pain, the hardship, and strife.
I’d endure the heartbreak, over again.
For I love you more than my life.
And what is love, without sacrifice, or pain?


Yes, death by heartbreak comes but slowly.
It tears me down, piece by piece.
Until I am downtrodden and lowly.
But then comes sleep, and in dreams I find peace.
 
I was once whole. Once upon a time I laughed, then you came along and my heart cracked. Because of you I died inside my soul broke in two. What would it take to put it back? I really wish I knew. You took my tiny body you beat me black and blue. You threw me to the floor and left me when you were through. I tried to keep you happy I tried not to cry, but no matter what I tried every night I wanted to die. I still scream in the middle of the night when I dream that you're coming for me. I see you in the doorway waiting to torture me. You picked me up and threw me down the stairs I went to the emergency room that night but did you even care? My face is black and bloody my body broken and bruised, but do you know I hardly feel that now? I barely feel the abuse. My heart is what hurts the most I ask what did I do? No answer did I ever get of what I’d done to you.
 
Anthem To Tooninoot

Tooninoot is a strange, strange land
Where all residents are mad
The livestock all form music bands
And plaid hair is the fad

Where Swiss cheese buildings are a common sight
Instead of brick or wood
Where lemon drops go bump in the night
And Death has an orange hood

Tooninoot is a strange, strange land
And please don't ask me why
But the sun is green, and roosters moo
And the sky is made of pie

Where two and two might equal eight
Or on Sundays equal six
Where mules can all successfully mate
And soup is made with sticks

Where farmers harvest blackberry vines
Instead of wheat or oat
Where the dragons all are drunk on wine
And it's pudding that fills the moat

Where the oceans are made of chocolate milk
And the mountains vanilla ice cream
Where spiders sell for gold their silk
And real life can be a dream

I can go on forever
But I'm a lazy jerk
Tooninoot is a strange land, yes
But we all have our little quirks
 
You've done a good job. I think we need more smiles and less depressing things like I write.

I'm sorry if that hurt you to read Ben. Yes I never worry about technical things when I pour my soul out ready for critcism. I certainly didn't mean to transmit pain. At least my point got across though.
 
mirinda said:
You've done a good job. I think we need more smiles and less depressing things like I write.

I'm sorry if that hurt you to read Ben. Yes I never worry about technical things when I pour my soul out ready for critcism. I certainly didn't mean to transmit pain. At least my point got across though.
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My depressing poetry would put you to shame, Mir, I'm ashamed to admit. "A Man's Wish" especially....
 
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