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POEM Time. (the prettiest girl I've ever known) The prettiest girl on the dancefloor,
The prettiest girl in all the world to me, Shame I didn’t make you happy, It’s a shame I didn’t see, The loveliest soul I came across, A teacher of many things to me, I was young an naive, then old and bitter, all sad and lonely, And now alone and free, The loveliest voice on the telephone, Lips like honey to me, And though I’ll never hold you again, It makes me smile knowing that you have forgiven me, That you have moved beyond me, That you have gotten over me, The prettiest girl in all the world to have ever loved dried up, brittle, vain, and discussing, vicious, self-absorbed, forgettable, little me. Ur turn | |
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If I remember when I get home, I have some on my computer that I wrote a few years ago that I can post. | |
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TMPletz said: If I remember when I get home, I have some on my computer that I wrote a few years ago that I can post.
They're not about Princes Liea are they? | |
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Imago said: TMPletz said: If I remember when I get home, I have some on my computer that I wrote a few years ago that I can post.
They're not about Princes Liea are they? No, but I may branch out into that subject matter in the future. | |
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TMPletz said: Imago said: They're not about Princes Liea are they? No, but I may branch out into that subject matter in the future. | |
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It's about Chris, right? | |
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this one is called..."my poem is far worser than imago's"
i smell the tobacco smoke drifting from the next room. i turn off the light,i wont see him tonight. he's close to me,so close that the fright brings me to the captive thought..this is me.. im drifting again.. im waving again.. im loving again.. i try to play off embrassment. as the tired eyes look so gloomly at me.. no one believes me..oh the things he saids they make me feel so real..and maybe he is right.... perhaps..he's just a reminder i forgot to remember.. | |
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Killer Fixation
Elaine Degro My thoughts are drained easily through the crevices of my veins. Now I have a killer fixation that has made me insane. A fixation with the bleeding of your fingers and dreams. And my heaving breath in the frosty air can be seen. Disgusting lullabies drunken in pleasure and lust. And it was a broken arrow of anger and mistrust. A killer fixation upon my feelings and treading toward yours. You and your feelings will seemingly be torn. I promise you...I promise you... My killer fixation will not evade you. Triffling lies, and a spear to the heart. My killer fixation will always be of me apart. Run away because it is I you can't out run... But it is my remorseful pain that will leave you all outdone. Those who brought pain and disgrace to my soul... Will learn to not play with the condoned. My killer fixation will swallow me whole but I will be known. That I was more than the world has owned. I will finish you all... And I will take this fall. I try to tell myself that none of is real. But my killer fixation is too unreal. Come try to break me again, I dare you. You will be finished, I promise that too. How can my eyes see light? When it was all of you have challanged me to fight. My killer fixation will win. And all this sorrow will be gone in the end. | |
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This is easy
Never truly believing my sickening treachery would trip me, Surprised and upended, I plunge down into a well of despair. My skin stained black, camoflaged against weaping walls, As I fall, I see no shapes or images, but sounds They abound, like wails of dying souls. Dread gives up its seat to naked fear, The air is wet with a morbid dew, It's here, the end, a karmic smell, My nostrils fill, consumed by a fate Not death, but decay, a living hell, It doesn't abate, but grows It swells, then stops And I know I'm a 17 year old middle class girl from Ohio and I really should be doing my homework. | |
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"Resignation" by Nikki Giovanni (I heard this and didn't want to write a poem for a good long while)
I love you because the Earth turns around the sun because the North wind blows north sometimes because the Pope is Catholic and most Rabbis Jewish because winters flow into springs and the air clears after a storm because only my love for you despite the charms or gravity keeps me from falling off this Earth into another dimension I love you because it is the natural order of things I love you like the habit I picked up in college of sleeping through lectures or saying I'm sorry when I get stopped for speeding because I drink a glass of water in the morning and chain-smoke cigarettes all through the day because I take my coffee Black and my milk with chocolate because you keep my feet warm though my life a mess I love you because I don't want it any other way I am helpless in my love for you It makes me so happy to hear you call my name I am amazed you can resist locking me in an echo chamber where your voice reverberates through the four walls sending me into spasmatic ecstasy I love you because it's been so good for so long that if I didn't love you I'd have to be born again and that is not a theological statement I am pitiful in my love for you The Dells tell me Love is so simple the thought though of you sends indescribably delicious multitudinous thrills throughout and through-in my body I love you because no two snow flakes are alike and it is possible if you stand tippy-toe to walk between the raindrops I love you because I am afraid of the dark and can't sleep in the light because I rub my eyes when I wake up in the morning and find you there because you with all your magic powers were determined that I should love you because there was nothing for you but that I would love you I love you because you made me want to love you more than I love my privacy my freedom my commitments and responsibilities I love you 'cause I changed my life to love you because you saw me one Friday afternoon and decided that I would love you I love you I love you I love you | |
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A Man From China
There once was a man from China, who wasn't a very good climber, he slipped on a rock, and cut off his cock, and now he has a vagina | |
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althom said: A Man From China
I can beat that
There once was a man from China, who wasn't a very good climber, he slipped on a rock, and cut off his cock, and now he has a vagina Wankee Doodle Wankee Doodle came to town, He was hung just like a pony; Dropped his pants and his prick fell off Seems it was a phoney! | |
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My fave poem
The Silver Swan The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more. Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise. -- Orlando Gibbons | |
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ah, if only i had the guts to post a poem i've written here.
On a Journey Don't be downcast, soon the night will come When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret Over the faint countryside, And we rest, hand in hand. Don't be downcast, the time will soon come When we can have rest. Our small crosses will stand On the bright edge of the road together, And rain fall, and snow fall, And the winds come and go. - Hermann Hesse I love this poem. | |
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Fauxie said: It's about Chris, right?
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Loud by nature, foul by station
undescerning by design open envelope, closed mouth finger searching navel: birth-dent-bathroom-puddle-drain should have shaved but what the hell We'll all succomb to our hysteric allergies in time Antagonist with coupons blow wave and commercial smile patterned dkny pants I'm feeling slightly nauseous and dream of nautical machines The Nautilus ! The Nautilus ! Perhaps they can still hear me if I scream loud enough with my head close to the toilet. and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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I once knew a girl named Virginia.
I called her Virgin for short. But not for long. (Hey, not all poems have to rhyme!) | |
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Illustrator said: I once knew a girl named Virginia.
I called her Virgin for short. But not for long. (Hey, not all poems have to rhyme!) | |
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Fate
Fate Always delivering a twist Sending us on journeys missed Dealing us blows on either side An enduring love calls to me Distant voices all I see Telling me it's all been lies The cold winds make us shiver But a light sends us to the River And along its shores we lie Fate takes us on a ride From her neither of us can hide As under the stars we both die | |
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I don't think i could come with a nice poem about women. | |
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Spats said: I don't think i could come with a nice poem about women.
~shock~ ~horror~ nooooo sorry couldn't help it | |
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What That?
Do you know What? Why, I know him personally He lives in my house He’s a bit strange, though I can’t say, “What am I going to do?” He gets afraid and backs away from me Far away I get frustrated sometimes and say, “What in the hell?” He thinks I’m accusing him of being a demon Silly demon Sometimes people say his name in a stupid tone: “Duh....What?” He gets annoyed with those kinds of people Stupid people What does my wife think of What? She doesn’t She thinks of That...she is a friend of What We all went out one night and someone said, “That is beautiful!” That gets a lot of compliments Many compliments That also gets a lot of insults like “That has to be an idiot.” That is very self-conscientious Poor That When I finish cooking us all supper, I yell “What That!” For some reason I get strange looks at the food I cook Bizarre looks Once I was with What and I said, “Screw that!” So he did Now What and That are having a baby Don’t ask for the baby’s name | |
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ThreadBare said: "Resignation" by Nikki Giovanni (I heard this and didn't want to write a poem for a good long while)
I love you because the Earth turns around the sun because the North wind blows north sometimes because the Pope is Catholic and most Rabbis Jewish because winters flow into springs and the air clears after a storm because only my love for you despite the charms or gravity keeps me from falling off this Earth into another dimension I love you because it is the natural order of things I love you like the habit I picked up in college of sleeping through lectures or saying I'm sorry when I get stopped for speeding because I drink a glass of water in the morning and chain-smoke cigarettes all through the day because I take my coffee Black and my milk with chocolate because you keep my feet warm though my life a mess I love you because I don't want it any other way I am helpless in my love for you It makes me so happy to hear you call my name I am amazed you can resist locking me in an echo chamber where your voice reverberates through the four walls sending me into spasmatic ecstasy I love you because it's been so good for so long that if I didn't love you I'd have to be born again and that is not a theological statement I am pitiful in my love for you The Dells tell me Love is so simple the thought though of you sends indescribably delicious multitudinous thrills throughout and through-in my body I love you because no two snow flakes are alike and it is possible if you stand tippy-toe to walk between the raindrops I love you because I am afraid of the dark and can't sleep in the light because I rub my eyes when I wake up in the morning and find you there because you with all your magic powers were determined that I should love you because there was nothing for you but that I would love you I love you because you made me want to love you more than I love my privacy my freedom my commitments and responsibilities I love you 'cause I changed my life to love you because you saw me one Friday afternoon and decided that I would love you I love you I love you I love you ...and I'm at work. That's a hard one to follow, but we're not here to follow, so here we go (wrote it the other day about someone I fell in love with but who's moving to NYC): Leave Had the same basket of laundry waiting to be washed. Hadn’t gone grocery shopping since the day I met you Think I bought a bottle of shampoo and conditioner You came out of nowhere, thin air Now you leave Now you leave Red flags came up with your red hair Even those didn’t scare me I keep picturing you wheeling around NYC Can’t think of it, can’t fathom the possibility Now you leave Now you leave It’s disorienting, this feeling. Keep on keeping on, but I’m not here. Have been self-destructive, rationalizing the destruction. Back on the horse…get back on it, dear Now you leave Now you leave Grabbing for you, grasping for air Nothing tangible, everything bare You woke me up only to knock me out cold My walls, my protection, have been bought and sold Now you Leave Now you Leave Please leave. Please don’t leave. If you have to ask, it's more than worth it. | |
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