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Posted 10/12/12

Happencheese wrote:

That's my wife's favourite poem O:


That's awesome!

I really like the beauty in that poem, it has a humble quality to it, a very vulnerable feel to it.

Having something you feel is beautiful and sharing it with someone else and having faith that they'll take good care of it. That you're exposing yourself to them and hope that they won't take advantage of it.
Posted 10/12/12
I used to write poems only that it is in Filipino
Posted 10/12/12
ARE YOU FUNKY ENOUGH TO BE A GLOBETROTTER?! ARE YOU?!
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Posted 10/12/12

Winterfells wrote:


Happencheese wrote:

That's my wife's favourite poem O:


That's awesome!

I really like the beauty in that poem, it has a humble quality to it, a very vulnerable feel to it.

Having something you feel is beautiful and sharing it with someone else and having faith that they'll take good care of it. That you're exposing yourself to them and hope that they won't take advantage of it.


Yeah, it's lovely <3
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Posted 10/18/12
Heres one from eminem

Life.. by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin half the skill as me
saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me"
I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-B saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm sayin?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm sayin? Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin?
Just fed up
That's my word

It's an amazing song, really helps through all the bullshit life throws at you
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Posted 10/18/12
Here's another song/street poetry.

A-yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as fuck

[Verse One:]
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net
I'm popping percocets, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
That's got my ass hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
While player haters turn bitch like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

[Chorus (x2):]
That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's Rock Bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear

[Verse Two:]
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away

[Chorus]

There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em?
Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawns with guns drawn
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I just read this thread title as Pomfs. Something may be wrong with me. Anyways while i'd be shocked if it hasn't already been posted...

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


I read Invictus when I was 8 years old, and from that day I made it the motto of my life. It always felt like the poem was written just for me.
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Who is this girl, that is so sweet
The one that i was, so glad to meet
Her smile shines, so bright
As i think about her, with all my might
Nothing less than gorgeous, i can see
I am so glad, that she has met me
She lights up my world, with just one look
Word cannot describe her, even the one's from a book

Her name is ______ , if you must know
One of a kind, she is so
No words come to mind, when we are near
Just sweet smiles, and even a tear
The tear is here, because she cannot be mine
But that's okay, no matter how much i whine
She is a friend that i will always hold dear
Dear to my heart ,so i shall not shed another tear

Made this when i was bored at work, took me like 5minutes. Not the best i don't think. I love poetry i so wish i was better
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Posted 10/26/12

lalouse wrote:

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
With love is lord of all.

And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
The song of heart's desire.


This is pretty, I like it.
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Posted 10/29/12
I ventured into a world of the unknown...
them mom said: Who turned off the lights?

^^That's a poem! not a joke.
It somehow has a meaning... I think.....
Posted 10/29/12
Read Robert Frost's work.
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Today, I will tell you about the universe,
my seat at a cracked plastic table,
the coffee-stained mug in my aching fingers,
the skin of my right wrist bruised with ink.

On late summer nights like these,
I sit hunched over as if afraid and praying.
My feet are damp with sweat in black socks,
numb from a day of walking but getting nowhere,
unfeeling against the sand-colored carpet.
The socks' dark fabric hide brown-gray smears
the way my hand conceals my fickle poetry.

A fisherman casting into seaweed, I write.
The numbers in the time, cryptic as letters,
are blind spots that I incorrectly fill in.

Eventually, what I write no longer matters.
Not the sharp angles of W or the intersection of T,
not the distinction between I and L,
not the openness of C or the hollow U.

It is quite silly how I look for my answers
by pretending every question must have one.
I search for something greater than the means
of my being within this tangled lettering.
Posted 10/29/12
I'm still trying to get over the incident.
When I threw it all away
Posted 10/29/12
Those who find flatulence and corny sentiments funny, please read on.....otherwise, "run away!"

I wrote this shortly after high school. (Most of the poetry that I wrote at that time was a trip to "downer town", but this one is just for fun). It was inspired from watching "The Red Green Show", which parts of Canada and the US may be familiar with when it ran back in the 90's. When I write this "poem", I hear it as a song that sounds a bit like the songs on the old "Irish Rovers" TV show way back in the day. When I wrote the word "wo/man" I meant it to mean "woman or man", but in the poem it sounded better as wo/man (it rhymes).

If you ever hear a man or a woman ask
for you to pull their finger,
take heed, turn around, and run away
or else the smell will linger.

don't pull it
don't pull it
don't pull it
no don't you ever pull that finger
for when a wo/man offers
his or her hand,
it's not always a gesture of friendship.

Well once I met the greatest girl,
she was so very kind to me.
We used to run and play, hide far away,
and climb the occasional tree.

One day I was goofing around,
and she told me to take her grip,
and as I took that hand, I fell in love.....
until she let one rip.

Don't pull it
don't pull it
don't pull it
don't you ever pull that finger,
for when a wo/man
offers his or her hand,
it's not always a gesture of friendship.

One day Vern and I,
we were out on the hunt,
and a deer came tromping along,
Well, Vern was gonna shoot,
but he started to toot
and he had to go visit the "john"

Now I hated guns
and I couldn't shoot a deer,
so I sauntered on over
and offered it a beer.
(I didn't really know if animals liked liquor,
but I figured it was better than shooting his ticker)
That buck jumped right in and lapped up my brew,
and then it licked my hand as a kind of "thank you".

but then it keeled over from a horrible smell......
"Dang it, I've killed another one...."

Now I forgot to tell it
"Don't pull it"
"don't pull it"
"don't pull it" (don't even lick it)
no, don't you ever pull that finger
for when a wo/man offers his or her hand,
it's not always a gesture of friendship.

Repeat chorus a few times, then song ends.....yes, definitely will not be found in a book of fine literature.....or a book of any sort. Good god, what have I wrote.......
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