5 minute poetry

[RagnarofBurland]

On the possibilities of welcome: A Myriad of Yokes

My magnum opus is an epic: tragic tyrannized subsistence.

It takes Narcissistic enjoyment from my racked existence.

Perchance is it inured to work this way?

It makes me pay; waylaying my path at it’s every possibility.

I’m not well trained to deal with this eventuality,

They say: “Possibilities are Endless”
I say: “Only so as you can espy them, in blind sight.”

To carry a yoke of great girth, the inevitability-

Bereft of capability to remove it until toil is foiled,
Not by hands of ones own, but by help from afar,

But for now I trudge through this tar and the miserable thicket,

Pricking my hide and yelping, smelting my eyes in the noxious heat,
Waiting for something to see me and speak: “Welcome, welcome”
To say: “Where have you been, come in, come in!”

-So, it took more than 5 minutes....thoughts?

EDIT NOTE: Every line that isn't the first line in a stanza should be indented but I am not sure how this can be achieved on ye olde blasted forum.

[Red Fighter 1073]

EDIT NOTE: Every line that isn't the first line in a stanza should be indented but I am not sure how this can be achieved on ye olde blasted forum.

yeah, that gets a little disappointing sometimes..but, you can still just press the space bar a few times.

this poem here was for my English class and it deals with colors and the emotions that associate with said colors. here it is:

Sometimes i feel vibrant red
ready to take any challenge, overcome any goal
lively, hyper, excited, and especially eccentric
I am like a story or a plot line that is ready to unfold
Other times i am a dark gloomy blue
with sadness, melancholy, tired too
I am like a dog that has finally given up trying to chase their tail
I feel like I am nothing, like I will always fail
Luckily for me,
today i am purple!

[MasterOfMagic]

EDIT NOTE: Every line that isn't the first line in a stanza should be indented but I am not sure how this can be achieved on ye olde blasted forum.

blue

boo ca ma choo
boss imy fortish.

[ Indent ][ /Indent ] Around all the text you want indented. Without spaces. Leaves a line inbetween it and unindented text, but best I could tell you.

Did I ever mention I like alot of the poems here? Well, I do. :P

[RagnarofBurland]

Thanks ye all, I revised AND indented. :-D

[TheSpacePope]

This is an essay.
Written like a ryme.
Maybe some song Lyrics.
But I haven't the time,
To test the theory.
Of poetry's death.
Just to much information,
that you haven't had yet.

What was it that I said to you?
That it is all Cliche'.
Done with all the fake words.
Never expected more than that.

Is it simple expression,
or something more complex?
Do we speak in foreign tounge,
or is it just misunderstanding?

I will avoid tradition,
and I will avoid transgression.
But do my belifs,
Make sacrelidge the only answer?
Where does our Father reside?
IN Mind, Body, or Book?

How do you know where Life begins,
Or better yet, when it ends?
With what is the road to salvation paved?
Have I slipped through the cracks?
Is my rejection of society a sign,
Of Humanity's innability to cope with itself?

Words are overused anyway,
A catalog of innefeciancy.
Easier to screw up than get right,
Seldom ever get the point across.
More random than everything,
We made it all up.

Everything that you know,
Is the product of make believe.
Every theory false,
Every explination without merit,
What is the answer?
Better yet, What is the question?

My answer to the unknown question?
Say goodbye to the make believe.
Live now,
Do what feels right,
Don't lose yourself,
The body cannot live without the mind,
Just as the mind cannot live without the body,
Just be who you are.

Set yourself free.

[CheshireThief]

I'm going through some tough times. Please don't ask me about what, I don't want to talk about it, I already have, and I'm already feeling a little better. And to those that I have talked about this with, it's not about the situation you think. That's merely what started the chain of emotion.

The best stories in life
Are the stories of betrayal
That is, until you're the one who's been betrayed
It cuts you like a knife
It's a sickening portrayal
To find out that you're nothing but a game to be played

You know what you did
I know what you did
The whole world knows what you did
Why can't you get it through your head?
Keep this up, maybe you'll finally get it
Too bad--by then I'll be dead

You know, I've said it once
I know that I'll say it again
Some people do things that are sickening to me
This verbal violence
Keeps continuing, but then
Eventually eats us away, and that is frightening

You know what you did
I know what you did
The whole world knows what you did
Why can't you get it through your head?
Keep this up, I hope you get it
Until then, to the world I'll be dead

Observation
Trepidation
Instigation
Aggravation
Revelation
Desolation
Conversation
Decimation

You know what you did
I know what you did
The whole world knows what you did
Why can't you get it through your head?
Keep this up, although you'll never get it
Say goodbye, I'm forever dead

Just thought I'd share that.

[BlackMageGirl!]

You'd cast away your pledge?
That I shall, faced the ledge

For what do you stand for?
What do you think? You no more

And now you're at this place?
One side dry, salt steaked face

What say you to this time?
Only this: Life is still mine.

Casting off? such a feckless sight
That it may, yet what a glorious flight...

[Fifthfiend]

doctrines of plurality
beget an etymology
that suffers not dichotomy
engendering a dalliance

sullied sales exonerate
while missiled mores degenerate
the scentless sentient opiates
make frayed the ancient alliance

...

WHY DON'T PRESIDENT'S FIGHT THE WAR!
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!

[Cloud Strife]

One week ago, I played my part,
Held you while you were crying.
Just yesterday, you broke my heart,
And so now I'm just done trying.

And you broke my heart,
I won't take this anymore!
'Cause you broke my heart,
So I'm walking out the door!

You've had your fun, but now it's done,
And I don't care, you left me there
For dead, so now I come to haunt you
With these mem'ries that you broke in two!

'Cause you broke my heart,
So I won't take this anymore!
I have played my part,
So I'm running out the door!

But you don't realize just what it is you're doing...
And you don't realize that I am never moving
From this spot you placed me in, no surrender coming,
Because you don't understand, you'd better get to running!

'Cause you broke my heart,
And I won't take it anymore!
So I'll just restart,
You can settle your own score!

You don't understand, understand,
We can never talk as friends again!
So you have to go, just go away,
And I'll never run, I'll never pay
The price you've placed upon yourself,
You're just sitting up there on the shelf,
Just a memory of days gone by,
You can stay up there, I say...

Goodbye...

[RagnarofBurland]

Once I wondered at twilight.

Evening Comes,

I see the Twilight,

But does not man mistake the eve—

For Dawn, when he has slept passed hours?

Do we trod this land by lamplight—

But for blindness just the same?

A lamp casts shadows; that we may see in darkness.

The great star, however, shines, illuminates.

As fuel is spent, light is seen.

Is it the Dawn? Or Eve