5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

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]

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]

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]

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]

It's not bad at all. I like it

[MP37a]

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]

Hahahahaha! SWEET!

[Lycanthrope]

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]

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]

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.