5 minute poetry - Page 12

Funka Genocide · 05-26-2004, 12:28 AM

in a box with open lid
dicarded wrappings left
stands a lonely little kid
with soul in pieces, cleft

is his rightful soundness
separated in violent haste
hungry beasts abound, this
the insipid awful taste

savored by the one not tasting
a vitriolic type abuse
the child knows his time is wasting
his future turned into refuse

the road mended while he traveled
with passage damage heals
the ravage of his past unraveled
in humble stance he kneels

just wrote this now, the product of 48 hours of consciousnes.

Osterbaum · 05-26-2004, 07:26 AM

I have seen many good poems in this thread and some bad ones too. Mainly good ones though. Anyway, here is one of mine again.

You once were here
You were all mine
I was all yours
We had some good times

Then it ended
I still wonder why
You never said nothing
Just decided to leave me by

I cried
I shouted
I missed you
I hope you did too

semysane · 05-26-2004, 11:30 AM

A lot of those bad ones are by me :p I like to help out by making everyone else look good.

Anyway, I am now officially a PUBLISHED POET! I entered a writing contest a while ago, and the top hundred poems, or something, get published in an anthology called Sailing Away. I didn't win, but I never do anyway so I'm not disapointed.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 05-26-2004, 06:01 PM

And to think
that his independance
came at a price
he was still willing to pay.

When all was said
and done
his bachelorship
and his apartment
were summed up
in a way that made
everyone groan
to hear it.

"Less money
Mo'problems ..."

- This actually came to me when I was talking with a friend about my 'independance.' He asked how it was living on my own. I told him that with rent and bills paid off, that the amount of cash left over from my paychecks, for my personal use, amounted to $9.14. To which he replied "Less money, Mo'problems."

Suffice to say I'm in the market for a new friend ... -

Demon's Bad poems: +1

semysane · 05-26-2004, 06:58 PM

It's not bad at all. I like it

MP37a · 05-26-2004, 07:48 PM

This is what extreme boredom can do:

What would you do for a Klondike bar?
I�d walk to the store if it weren�t that far.
Would you jump in a moat?
In a flimsy wooden boat that won�t even float?
While singing love songs to Mr. Bill the goat?
No I wouldn�t jump in a moat in a boat that doesn�t float
Nor will I have any relations with any goat
I do not want your Klondike Bar
I will not take it Sam I Are.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
Oh Please I wish you would really stop.
Be a sport, my pet owl would always play, so just give it a try
Yeah and he choked on a tootsie pop that�s why he died.
You can�t prove it; it wasn�t my fault
They�re going to charge you with owlet assault
Hey now you�re just being cruel
And I suppose you serving him for dinner was just so cool?

Who took the cookie from the cookie jar?
You don�t keep your cookies in a stupid cookie jar!
When I say cookie I mean sugary treats
You really should switch to whole grain wheat
Was it you or was it me?
Oh please for the love of all that�s merciful God help me!
The culprit we must apprehend
Can we just bring this to an end?

semysane · 05-26-2004, 07:59 PM

Hahahahaha! SWEET!

Lycanthrope · 05-27-2004, 12:45 AM

I've looked into the face
of reason and madness both
and both spoke the same
And advised I leap
into the realms where I've not tread

And into both I looked and wished
and wished before, that I'd been born
In ancient times to wall myself in cloisters cell
and sheild myself in habits robe.

But would I live that life with ease?
I'd fear not sin for sin shuns me
yet I'd know for all that this life was false
Would to live a questionable truth be more
than to live a lie the beyond reproach?
And to live a lie beyond reproach
be beyond any clemency?

But for this stance all sides shout
condemnations of the man
whose mind stays ever undecided
whose heart is just benieth his sleeve
Their eyes show pity and they dispare
of ever changing a poor fools mind
Whose eyes see too far for madmans ways
But fall too short for those of sages.

And though he knows all said is true
He knows too well, too well
Where some mens cannot stop their drive of lust
His of fear is by far the stronger

And the wall remains just in his path
Rational to hold it well
perhaps true, perhaps not

Regret, regret, the song of fools
whose wisdom comes too late to stop
Regret, the unloved lover's cry
who knew the truth in other's words
but knew as well, his truth of self
and sang regret before its time.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 05-27-2004, 01:02 AM

Love most horrid

His finger pauses
wavers slightly
held in place
millimeters above the
Enter key ...

He pauses
with doubt
hestitation becomes
a tantric sensation
his finger jabs down
the key in place

tantric he waits
for the answer to
the most important question
he has ever asked anyone
online
before.

"Are you really a girl?
Or just some jerkoff
screwing with my head?"

The answer is both
expected
and unexpected.

Shoulders sag as he
drags a line
under the collum of
their identity.

Real Girls: 2
Jerkoffs pretending to be girls: 37 +1

Osterbaum · 05-27-2004, 08:13 AM

Quote:

A lot of those bad ones are by me I like to help out by making everyone else look good.

Now, now...Don't go mocking your self.

05-26-2004, 07:26 AM	#112
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	I have seen many good poems in this thread and some bad ones too. Mainly good ones though. Anyway, here is one of mine again. You once were here You were all mine I was all yours We had some good times Then it ended I still wonder why You never said nothing Just decided to leave me by I cried I shouted I missed you I hope you did too __________________ D is for Dirty Commie! Last edited by Osterbaum; 05-26-2004 at 07:29 AM.

05-26-2004, 11:30 AM	#113
semysane Honourable death! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 99	A lot of those bad ones are by me :p I like to help out by making everyone else look good. Anyway, I am now officially a PUBLISHED POET! I entered a writing contest a while ago, and the top hundred poems, or something, get published in an anthology called Sailing Away. I didn't win, but I never do anyway so I'm not disapointed. __________________ :bmage: I am the Black Mage! I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!

05-26-2004, 06:01 PM	#114
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	And to think that his independance came at a price he was still willing to pay. When all was said and done his bachelorship and his apartment were summed up in a way that made everyone groan to hear it. "Less money Mo'problems ..." - This actually came to me when I was talking with a friend about my 'independance.' He asked how it was living on my own. I told him that with rent and bills paid off, that the amount of cash left over from my paychecks, for my personal use, amounted to $9.14. To which he replied "Less money, Mo'problems." Suffice to say I'm in the market for a new friend ... - Demon's Bad poems: +1 __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.

05-26-2004, 06:58 PM	#115
semysane Honourable death! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 99	It's not bad at all. I like it __________________ :bmage: I am the Black Mage! I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!

05-26-2004, 07:48 PM	#116
MP37a Sacred Samurai Gunslinger Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Wellsville, Ohio Posts: 643	This is what extreme boredom can do: What would you do for a Klondike bar? I�d walk to the store if it weren�t that far. Would you jump in a moat? In a flimsy wooden boat that won�t even float? While singing love songs to Mr. Bill the goat? No I wouldn�t jump in a moat in a boat that doesn�t float Nor will I have any relations with any goat I do not want your Klondike Bar I will not take it Sam I Are. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? Oh Please I wish you would really stop. Be a sport, my pet owl would always play, so just give it a try Yeah and he choked on a tootsie pop that�s why he died. You can�t prove it; it wasn�t my fault They�re going to charge you with owlet assault Hey now you�re just being cruel And I suppose you serving him for dinner was just so cool? Who took the cookie from the cookie jar? You don�t keep your cookies in a stupid cookie jar! When I say cookie I mean sugary treats You really should switch to whole grain wheat Was it you or was it me? Oh please for the love of all that�s merciful God help me! The culprit we must apprehend Can we just bring this to an end? __________________ "I'm going to wrap you in bacon, and throw you on the grill!!"

05-26-2004, 12:28 AM	#111
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	in a box with open lid dicarded wrappings left stands a lonely little kid with soul in pieces, cleft is his rightful soundness separated in violent haste hungry beasts abound, this the insipid awful taste savored by the one not tasting a vitriolic type abuse the child knows his time is wasting his future turned into refuse the road mended while he traveled with passage damage heals the ravage of his past unraveled in humble stance he kneels just wrote this now, the product of 48 hours of consciousnes.

05-26-2004, 07:59 PM	#117
semysane Honourable death! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 99	Hahahahaha! SWEET! __________________ :bmage: I am the Black Mage! I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!

05-27-2004, 12:45 AM	#118
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	I've looked into the face of reason and madness both and both spoke the same And advised I leap into the realms where I've not tread And into both I looked and wished and wished before, that I'd been born In ancient times to wall myself in cloisters cell and sheild myself in habits robe. But would I live that life with ease? I'd fear not sin for sin shuns me yet I'd know for all that this life was false Would to live a questionable truth be more than to live a lie the beyond reproach? And to live a lie beyond reproach be beyond any clemency? But for this stance all sides shout condemnations of the man whose mind stays ever undecided whose heart is just benieth his sleeve Their eyes show pity and they dispare of ever changing a poor fools mind Whose eyes see too far for madmans ways But fall too short for those of sages. And though he knows all said is true He knows too well, too well Where some mens cannot stop their drive of lust His of fear is by far the stronger And the wall remains just in his path Rational to hold it well perhaps true, perhaps not Regret, regret, the song of fools whose wisdom comes too late to stop Regret, the unloved lover's cry who knew the truth in other's words but knew as well, his truth of self and sang regret before its time. __________________ "With these seven easy steps, you, too, can be the authoritarian despot of your own principality. Machiavelli, your road to happiness" "I shoot Flying Monkies!" "Christmas had it coming its what it gets for taking over thanksgiving and threatening halloween with its weapons of mass consumerism" "Death to All Fanatics!" Official RP Action God Lycanthropic Poem "FOR YOU THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE." -Death Krylo and BMG are apparently my bitches.

05-27-2004, 01:02 AM	#119
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Love most horrid His finger pauses wavers slightly held in place millimeters above the Enter key ... He pauses with doubt hestitation becomes a tantric sensation his finger jabs down the key in place tantric he waits for the answer to the most important question he has ever asked anyone online before. "Are you really a girl? Or just some jerkoff screwing with my head?" The answer is both expected and unexpected. Shoulders sag as he drags a line under the collum of their identity. Real Girls: 2 Jerkoffs pretending to be girls: 37 +1 __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.