5 minute poetry

[Fenris]

Do We Have To Move On?

As I look deeply into the depths your eyes,
I see the faint shadow of a smile
From years gone by.

Why must that smile be from years gone by?
Why can't I keep that smile by my side
Through the rest of time?

That smile has sustained, entertained, and maimed me,
Tamed, claimed, and stained me.
But I never wanted to see it wane.

As the smile became more and more feign,
The skies were filled with more and more rain,
And the world would look upon me with shame,
As if I was playing yesterday's game.

But as I stare into the depths of your eyes,
I think of all that I have gained,
As the smile broke my chains
And carried me away.

As I look deeply into the depths of your eyes,
I ask why I can't stay in your smile.

[QueenQeeko]

Not so much a poem in my eyes as a short vague story with some forced rhyming. However, if I didn't write it I would never have gotten the vampiric images out of my system.

Torn Hearts

I stared and contemplated the hearts in my hand
Of the girl I'd just murdered, her son and her man
I looked down and wondered whose lives I'd took
In the dreary bloody apartment where I stood

There then I continued the bodily plunder
Proceeded to tear the corpses asunder
The tongues of the males and the girl's blue eyes
Ripping apart capsules of truth and lies

Or so said my employer, I remember aside
Gliding swiftly into the shadows to hide
From the flashlights shining on the window
Passerbys watching the bloodsplatters flow

Up the stairs I flew, pocketing the tripe
Moving quickly to avoid more strife
When the authorities arrive later that eve
Long ago would I have taken my leave

The door slammed on the wall as I entered the bedroom
It was here she said, "...he'll be back soon..."
As though to threaten me, to scare and drive away
I merely told her, "Then he'll also die today..."

I'd taken her by the shoulders and bit down deep
Into her neck where blood began to seep
It was hot and sweet and it dripped down her form
Drenching the white nightgown she had worn

I threw her into the bed, drinking hungrily
Caring not for the young child staring fearfully
My claws travelled over the woman's slim form
Slipping under the fabric I'd previously torn

I waited until I had drained her and gasped for air
Before I pounced on the boy who still stood there
Hissed at him, "You know what happens to the damned?"
"To heathans and thieves and people like your mom and dad?"

Before long I'd fed on him too and sucked him dry
I sat back and looked up as a man let out a cry
Staring at the bloody messes with eyes that were tearful
Mumbling to himself with lips that were fearful

I smirked with intentions most wicked unkind
Before removing his still breathing lung from behind
Blood sprayed everywhere but for now I was sated
A shame, much blood came forth with head and body seperated

I searched the drawers and under the bed
There was stains everywhere where the bodies had bled
I'd tossed them down the stairs and ripped them apart
Remembering my employer wanted the hearts

I thought about this still as I resummed my earlier search
Through the hamper and boxes and the girl's leather purse
Thinking about this murder I had enjoyed so much
However my hunt was ending with very little luck

"Don't open it," he'd instructed when we'd met
I merely assured him there was no need to fret
I was not interested at the time in his personal affairs
How that would change as I ascended the appartment stairs

Finally I found the thing stuffed in a packet
Of odds and ends in the remains of an old grey jacket
I drew it out carefully and made way to leave right then
I'd retrieved what I came for and would not return again

The people in the streets below let out a yell
As I burst from the room and glass shattered and fell
Down upon their heads as I began to take flight
Swooping low and disappearing into the night

I held tightly the articles I'd taken
From the clueless people I'd ealier shaken
Widened their eyes with visions of death
Until they breathed their very last breaths

Away I flewn away from the scene
Away from the bloody and broken dreams
Of the shattered people who knew those dead
And spoke among themselves with such dread

And hour later I arrived in his abode
I gave him the parcles, and the locket of gold
"Did you Open it?" he asked me quickly
"I've no interest in the prizes of the sickly"

"I've done this deed now pay me"
"Give that which you had promised to me"
He smiked and opened a draw in his desk
And then said, "You might want to give it a test"

He handed me a small secretive vile
And with that I marched away all the while
Wondering now as I had fed and slane
Just who was the girl he hated and what her name

It didn't matter now so I took off once again
Into the night to escape to my dark little den
Of abandoned house at in the industrial site
To wollow in the darkness of my life of the nights

[Padrino]

I'm kinda glad to find a thread like this because this is how I write most of my poetry. It's one of those things that come to me, and then I write it.

Anyway here it is

My Words Were A Ship

My words were a ship
Set out for a new hope
Leaving a wake of bad history
As the past dips below the icy waters
So does the sun along the horizon
A place caught in between
What once was
And what I will become
That is what it has always been
My thoughts, ditching the past
While chasing the sun
Alas, the sun is too fast
I travel along the medium
Only to find, I'm farther from shore
And farther from the sun

[BlackMageGirl!]

I should actually post some of these. Most of them were written at work.

So feel the enemies come one by one
The dreams and planes that come undone
And know yourself to be utterly alone
Not resistance to known, but to atone.

Such a tough exterior made of brittle silk
With blame and pain my brother's ilk
I will take your mewling cries
Combine with my silent sighs
And weave it into the fabric of my mistakes

[Nikose Tyris]

I shall rip through this reality
and peirce the next one beneath
and continue to do so
until I find the truth.

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It's been a while since I wrote something new.
What can I say? Sometimes, the world falls askew.
I'm back for now, and I give it another try.
I can't make promises; I'm not that kind of guy.
No, I won't say I love you; I just can't anymore.
I've seen the way you act, and though my judgement is poor
I cannot treat you the way I did before.

I love you to death; you are still my friend.
But you act so stupid, it drives me round the bend.
I'll never deny you; that wouldn't be fair.
But at the same time, you can't admit you care?
No; I've seen evidence to the contrary;
But why then, did you seem to stop and tarry
Where you in a situation to grow so hairy?

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[icythaco]

Detritus

Green-glass edges and papercuts,
Merge with soot and thatched-coat mutts,
The warble of a voice contends
With silent looks and greasy ends
Alleyways and cul de sacs
Of plasic cups and tire tracks
A tide of waste and dank debris,
A museum for all to see.

[Funka Genocide]

fight the man
fight these ghosts
fight the urge
to leave this post

courage I
have yet known
faith to die
or live alone

so face the wind
the flame scarred scent
and face your end
such lineaments

of power kept
or power earned
as eyes have wept
so do I burn

[TheSpacePope]

Slipping softly into a spiraling underworld of depair, anger, and hatred.
Gasping for breath in the oppressive corporate sea,
making little time for friends and girlfriends and the like.
Measuring each second with a yardstick.
Making an effort.
Not making a difference.
There indeed is the rub friends.
Feeling like the most hated man in America, but realizing there is still GWB and Rupert Murdock to fight over that position.
Sour grapes, babe.
Sour grapes.
I think that I'd like my life to be like a twisting tumbling landscape of sand.
All I need is one seriously windy day to turn things over.
ON ocean of desert to soothe my snow covered self.

Makers of this day, our daily bread,
Forgive me for my trespasses
And lend me the strength to forgive.
Those that trespass againt me.
For we are all the same.
Because I try and I try but..
I lost the game that I never really played
Sold everything I owned just to run away
never mattered anyway
So it's three am
Fucked up again
Fell back to the bottle
My only friend
Sweet release
Slipping softly into silence as I stare into space
An empty canvas of creation
imagination
Sailing sweetly into the bliss of the eternal sea.
Just let me be.
Peel back your soul's blinders
For we are all heaven sent
YOu are a part of me
As I am a part of you
Breathe into me
and you will truly find
Yourself breathing back into you.

Despair is man's only sin that he must pay for
While it is committed.
For despair is the only place on Earth
Worse than hell.

[Funka Genocide]

you intimate these sordid things
you tell the tale and with it bring
judgement, hatred, cruel and cold
a trust misplaced in what I'm told

to leave me now, is leaving all
we could have been, so who to call
when lonely is the wavering heart
that beats an end without a start

frigid, fast yet insecure
holy vision so impure
my drug, my fear; it won't relent
my greatest vice, my sweet nepenthe

[RaiRai]

Shameless Friend

Wake me up
my wide-eyed desperation
longing for some closure
to this catastrophic situation
that had lead my mind to wander
from doubt to dedication
almost lost everything
from that one small situation
So shake me now
and awake me from my slumber
you've found me once again
and tarnished my phone number
I'll end this charade
without thought and without wonder
I won't lose it all again
I won't make another blunder

You failed me back then
a enemy in friends skin
and shed your happy smile
for the venom within
So please don't call me now
I don't want to read those lies
wake me up from this dream
and I'll come to realise
that although some people cheat me
I'll do better than you
and no matter how desperate
I'll run the list all though
and right down at the bottom
near the bitter, dire end
will be your name and number
my long lost, shameless friend.