CMWriter Posted December 5, 2011 Share Posted December 5, 2011 ^ A poem for politicians? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate2112 Posted December 5, 2011 Share Posted December 5, 2011 QUOTE (CMWriter @ Dec 5 2011, 02:37 PM) ^ A poem for politicians? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
An Enemy Without Posted December 11, 2011 Share Posted December 11, 2011 Darkness really sucks I mean, it really sucks bad I hate the darkness Take haiku's? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CMWriter Posted December 11, 2011 Share Posted December 11, 2011 (edited) "Gone" My friend is gone. He has been wrestled; wrenched; torn from my grasp. I have failed him. And now my best friend; my comrade; my brother-in-arms... is gone. (...I wrote a companion piece. ) "Lies" Lies, the voice whispers into my ear, Your entire life has been nothing but lies. I struggle and I fight and I toil against it; to my very last breath; to my very death; and yet it still whispers, Lies, lies. So I challenge it: How, I ask the voice in my ear, How has this life been a lie? I remember my battles and I remember my victories; my comrades; my brothers; and yet it still whispers, Lies, lies. It replies: This, the voice hisses in my ear, This is how your life has been naught but a lie. And it tells me of my duties and my true loyalties; where I stand; what I am; and it whispers again, Lies, lies. I tell it: No! I yell in reply, I cannot believe this life has been a lie! Yet I remember those years and my allies and enemies; where I stood (stand); what I was (am); and then I believe its Lies, lies. Edited December 11, 2011 by CMWriter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted January 11, 2012 Author Share Posted January 11, 2012 Milder air moving through Times Square Animals sleeping in their underwear. Clowns busy on the seesaw Animal crackers in the streets The world may end today Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted January 11, 2012 Author Share Posted January 11, 2012 Wounded clowns roam the darkness searching for solace Their evil ever present to them all Hungry wolves look to devour To fill themselves with their filthy blend of colors All one can do sometimes and turn the crank and hope the Jack does not emerge Fear not the ones who hide behind these masks The horn will soon honk for them Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted January 13, 2012 Author Share Posted January 13, 2012 (edited) Pickled egg sitting on the shelf alone in a jar of vinegar Rotting away like an old man in heat Red as a beet but not embarrassed He waits for someone to take a bite Ending his long exile in solitude and suffocation Edited January 13, 2012 by Tick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate2112 Posted January 13, 2012 Share Posted January 13, 2012 I died Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Not Posted January 14, 2012 Share Posted January 14, 2012 She laughs as I cry oh why oh why so sad that i could die she laughs as i cry... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finding IT Posted February 21, 2012 Share Posted February 21, 2012 In the end I turned away, back inside where it was warm while the wind assaulted my home. The shutters safely drawn, I started slowly up the steps while the house darkend with night and glowing firecoal fell to ash. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted March 7, 2012 Author Share Posted March 7, 2012 Not really dark but... Time is time, we leave behind We lose the things we never find Do you know what I mean Life is life, its not in the grand scheme In the morning you wash your face But in the mirror remains a trace Find a way to break the spell Life becoming just a shell A days a day, its all the same The way you lives a crying shame Don't forget a man who's wise Will have the vision to look through his own eyes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate2112 Posted April 25, 2012 Share Posted April 25, 2012 QUOTE (Ovningskora @ Jan 14 2012, 02:17 AM) She laughs as I cry oh why oh why so sad that i could die she laughs as i cry... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Not Posted April 25, 2012 Share Posted April 25, 2012 QUOTE (Nate2112 @ Apr 25 2012, 11:45 AM) QUOTE (Ovningskora @ Jan 14 2012, 02:17 AM) She laughs as I cry oh why oh why so sad that i could die she laughs as i cry... Hey man! Those were dark times for me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate2112 Posted April 25, 2012 Share Posted April 25, 2012 QUOTE (Ovningskora @ Apr 25 2012, 04:46 PM) QUOTE (Nate2112 @ Apr 25 2012, 11:45 AM) QUOTE (Ovningskora @ Jan 14 2012, 02:17 AM) She laughs as I cry oh why oh why so sad that i could die she laughs as i cry... Hey man! Those were dark times for me ...oops Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shredder2 Posted April 26, 2012 Share Posted April 26, 2012 The sky went from blue to black. She told me "Let's be friends." I replied "Okay, I guess." My life was never back on track. I can't simply pull magic from a hat. She told me "You're so cute." I replied with a poem to her. She read it, then said "What the hell was that?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GeddyLeefan2112 Posted April 27, 2012 Share Posted April 27, 2012 I figured I'd bust this badboy out since this is a dark poetry thread. I wrote this when I was probably about 16, so you'll forgive it if it isn't the best. The Fountain Beyond the trees, beyond the night. Beyond my fears, beneath the moonlight. What is this curious object that is so forsaken? What power lies in it, that I can awaken? In the cover of night, I flee to the place where lies the fountain, with essence I embrace. The water flows gently down to the pool, as if inviting me over, with water so cool. I, furtively, walk in and let the water steep my body into a timeless and entrancing sleep. I feel myself being submerged, but I cannot awaken. I choke and sputter as away I am taken. Deep in the pool, I reach a depth unheard and when looking at the surface, one would think absurd. In my mind, images are shown, of far off places, and things unknown. The fountain fades away, and so does the pool. I see mad dictators and their iron fisted rule. I see light hearted places, with no troubles at all. Disreguard for civilization, shall be their downfall. I see the future, I see that past. Races that will spread, and kingdoms that won't last. I see the end of the world and by own death. It passes as the visions end and I take my last breath. Drowned... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate2112 Posted April 27, 2012 Share Posted April 27, 2012 QUOTE (GeddyLeefan2112 @ Apr 27 2012, 12:56 AM) I figured I'd bust this badboy out since this is a dark poetry thread. I wrote this when I was probably about 16, so you'll forgive it if it isn't the best. The Fountain Beyond the trees, beyond the night. Beyond my fears, beneath the moonlight. What is this curious object that is so forsaken? What power lies in it, that I can awaken? In the cover of night, I flee to the place where lies the fountain, with essence I embrace. The water flows gently down to the pool, as if inviting me over, with water so cool. I, furtively, walk in and let the water steep my body into a timeless and entrancing sleep. I feel myself being submerged, but I cannot awaken. I choke and sputter as away I am taken. Deep in the pool, I reach a depth unheard and when looking at the surface, one would think absurd. In my mind, images are shown, of far off places, and things unknown. The fountain fades away, and so does the pool. I see mad dictators and their iron fisted rule. I see light hearted places, with no troubles at all. Disreguard for civilization, shall be their downfall. I see the future, I see that past. Races that will spread, and kingdoms that won't last. I see the end of the world and by own death. It passes as the visions end and I take my last breath. Drowned... Outstanding! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GeddyLeefan2112 Posted April 28, 2012 Share Posted April 28, 2012 QUOTE (Nate2112 @ Apr 27 2012, 10:33 AM) QUOTE (GeddyLeefan2112 @ Apr 27 2012, 12:56 AM) I figured I'd bust this badboy out since this is a dark poetry thread. I wrote this when I was probably about 16, so you'll forgive it if it isn't the best. The Fountain Beyond the trees, beyond the night. Beyond my fears, beneath the moonlight. What is this curious object that is so forsaken? What power lies in it, that I can awaken? In the cover of night, I flee to the place where lies the fountain, with essence I embrace. The water flows gently down to the pool, as if inviting me over, with water so cool. I, furtively, walk in and let the water steep my body into a timeless and entrancing sleep. I feel myself being submerged, but I cannot awaken. I choke and sputter as away I am taken. Deep in the pool, I reach a depth unheard and when looking at the surface, one would think absurd. In my mind, images are shown, of far off places, and things unknown. The fountain fades away, and so does the pool. I see mad dictators and their iron fisted rule. I see light hearted places, with no troubles at all. Disreguard for civilization, shall be their downfall. I see the future, I see that past. Races that will spread, and kingdoms that won't last. I see the end of the world and by own death. It passes as the visions end and I take my last breath. Drowned... Outstanding! Thank you! I'm quite fond of it, though I haven't written any poetry in a long time. I guess all my teenage angst dried up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GeddyLeefan2112 Posted April 28, 2012 Share Posted April 28, 2012 Okay fine. I've been fueled. Here's some more. I wrote this when I was 18. I wrote this one in parts. Part one: Struck, like the fawn... collapsed in the darkness. Battered, broken crumpled, beaten. Between the bright beams of light reflected coldly on the road. Part two: Just like the fawn my eyes... glaze over. My lungs... void. Blind to the night. Immune to feeling. Part three: I can feel callous eyes... watching. Through the frosted glass it seems unreal. The fawn's plight... just... nothing. Part four: I can... pick myself back up. Battered, broken, but not beaten. Dazzled, blinded, confused between the bright beams of light dashing back and forth through the cold twilight. Part five: I am stunned. Amazed. Dumbfounded. I limp. I stumble. I crawl along the road. The cold pavement beneath my fingertips mirroring your feelings. You cast a stare so deadly it strikes me through the heart as if hate were tangible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
barney_rebel Posted April 29, 2012 Share Posted April 29, 2012 Battery Life Her eyelids are blue victim of words victim of scars All those years how she knew guilty of all his crimes battered and bruised Throughout sour times That day she felt strength The throbbing pain of her sprained wrist Devil asleep - her eyes gleamed Laying soundly beside her Drowned them both with kerosine and set their bodies on fire -B Lee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
t2s Posted June 16, 2012 Share Posted June 16, 2012 Bad Omens by Brittany Murphy I once was a Hollywood power. Compared to a cute little flower. Pills to stay skinny, shit that's too many, I'll just go relax in the shower. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted June 27, 2012 Author Share Posted June 27, 2012 The Grave Sitting there, by the grave Feeling quite alone Grampa isn't coming back He's in his resting home In the light or in the dark No one ever knows The pain for those they leave behind Is torture for there soul So whether there is life or not Beyond the great beyond The answer will not come to us Until our final hour And if we wait and wonder We drive ourselves insane For what is rotting in the ground Is not important today 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imaginos Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 You want dark poetry huh? In that case, I present "Darkness" written by Lord Byron in July 1816... I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings--the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd, And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again;--a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought--and that was death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails--men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devoured, Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caress--he died. The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died-- Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful--was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-- A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirred within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge-- The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expir'd before; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them--She was the Universe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted July 7, 2012 Author Share Posted July 7, 2012 (edited) Inspired by the guy who stands at the bottom of the exit ramp everyday. Oh to be be a skid row bum Live in the streets, drink cheap rum Beg for my meals, never shower or groom The world your palace, its an awfully big room Having one of those cardboard signs Painted all pretty, looks divine Says he'll work for food, but that's not the truth Only wants money, and the keep his last tooth So if you see him on the corner, don't look the other way Don't feel guilty, cause you have a place to stay He might clean up his act, and find himself a job Probably won't happen, will just continue to rob p.s. If you are going to stand there begging for money, ya might want to take that f***ing cigarette out of you mouth. Probably a bad idea. Edited July 7, 2012 by Tick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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