5 minute poetry

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Everything I'm not

A man.
A lover.
A king.
A rook.
Three spaces forward.
Two steps back.
A son.
A brother.
A writer.
A poet.
Living.
Dying.
Laughing.
Crying.
All these things I am
and more.
Sadly,
There is one thing that I am not.

I'm not a ninja.

Author's note: Yeah. I know. I'm also not a girl. Or a transexual. Or a budding porn star. But none of those make for funny punch lines.

I might make a serious version of this one. I kinda like the serious angle it was taking.

[RagnarofBurland]

Harken! To the tale of a traveling Troubadour!
He does not go from door to door, with endless poetry,
The tales he tells are not of long lost conquistadors,
The lays he sings are those of simple folk, unhappy folk, real communities.

Hail to the Traveling Troubadour, for he is me,
Wandering my little land to and fro to end of street,
Singing my lays, unknown to that local family.

Alas, Alas, My lay here ends, soon another wants begin....

[Funka Genocide]

I built my pity from thoughts of you
I wept for days in self delusion
what an emo bastard I am

this poem's not the greatest
my lines are quite serrated
and only rhyme but once

in any case, I think its right
that even though I might love you
no, wait, thats all I had to say

[RaiRai]

Miss you (crazy)

Miss you (crazy)
'bout you
Hazy
daydreams
maybe
one day
save me

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Delerium spawns some of the strangest 'poetry'...

[Overcast]

You know I made this up in ten seconds and I figured out just how pathetic I really am

Underneath me:

The feelings here are unbearable
And truly I don't know what to do next
I try hard to say it all the time
And really I cannot just seem to relax

"I just want to be alone
right now to find myself
I need some time to heal
and cry about this."

I can't heal
But I can feel
it all the time
please someone tell me what to do next.

[videogamerz2000]

He stalks in the shadows,
waiting quietly, his enemies ado,
his trade by night,
no man can fight,
this man, mightier than a whole score.

Building to building,
alley to alley,
he cannot be seen,
cannot be heard,
cannot be loved.

His legs may pump,
in a furious wave,
his contractors, plump,
like a new born babe.

He slashes,
punches,
kicks,
and slithers,
a ninja he may be,
his targets, never dither.

[Funka Genocide]

the wind has turned
no chill, no death
emotions burn
cautions rest

safe from you
I never am
though someone new
may take your hand

your eyes are mine
though I need
your soul inclined
to never leave

I am your home
despite your ways
so go alone
be back someday

[RickZarber]

It's done, it's done, it's finally done!
Joyful shouts and dancing commence!

It's done, it's done, it's finally done!
The hard stuff is over, I'm finally free!

It's done, it's done, it's finally done!
Nineteen months of work is done!

And now I rest my tingling arms
And sleep a peaceful sleep.

Because The Parody script is done!

[Funka Genocide]

morning went the way it always does
as migrant birds, a flock of doves
noon is leaving soon, too soon
the night becomes my newest tune
a song of hearts too involved
of paying dues and bonds dissolved

I sing it all for you

[RaiRai]

The Spider Shadow

I sleep, nightlight
by my beside
eyes open, each night
can't sleep (I've tried)
aimless staring
upward at the ceiling
gone long past caring
of the drain I'm feeling
then lurks in the light spread
just out of my sight
an image in my head
that gives me a fright
the spider shadow crawling
is it a trick of the eye?
can't scream or run calling
I've no movement to try
so I lay here, did I see right?
Or do my eyes decieve me?
I want to sleep, but not tonight
no one will believe me
I'll sit here, huddled down
with the blankets wrapped round me
until the image fades, without sound
and then, sleep soundly.