5 minute poetry

[Nikose Tyris]

I hear a tale that makes me laugh
that reminds me of wonder in this earth-
I hear tell a tale that makes me laugh,
And I say this tale is of mirth.

A man in the wilderness eats a bug
And is a god in his own right over it.
What may the bug do? Nothing.
To do else is to be a presumptious shit.

What? I hear tell of anger and rage.
A mockery is what I am of you?
Say not that yet while I yet speak
For I have a lesson to deliver unto you.

Any man may strive to be a God-
Any man may not see the flaw in the plan.
Any man may not be a God,
For not every man the trial will withstand.

I hear a tale that makes me laugh
That reminds me of wonder in this earth-
I hear tell a tale that makes me laugh,
And I say this tale is of mirth.

Oh? You speak of Jealousy and rage!
These are emotions new to your voice this day!
It brings me greater mirth to hear your anger
So Now, I shall finish the story and stay!

Do not hate me for being a God before you-
I am no God, and I have no worship.
I have only myself and my innermost beauty
While you have legions and armies and warships.

You are a God in your own right-
A God of anger and hubris and pride.
And I have come in from the wilderness to tell you-
You're in for one hell of a ride.

[Long-Haired Narcissist]

Here's one of my poems.

A Psycho Sleeping In My Bed
I can't stay awake
But the nightmares won't let me sleep
This food keeps me sick
But I'm so hungry, let me eat
I'm paranoid over the strangers in my home
I don't understand though, because I'm all alone
Will you come with me, save me, fight my disease?
This addiction crushes me, consumes me, won't let me be.
I'm quickly fading
But you don't notice
And I'm bleeding
Withot a reason
These people, they stare at me, I can't bear it, every one of their leers
Can you help me, please save me, help me overcome my fears?

[Seil]

Inpiration and Recreation
The Correlation is Creation
And an entire Nation
Recieves Salvation
Through Vocation

(Sorry for ressurecting this thread - I had the same idea, and thought that it was better to recycle)

[Karariv]

Some old stuff of mine, I'll keep on posting it, long as people don't complain, this one is dark though.

I walk through Shadow and Darkness.
I blend in, no one sees me move
towards my goal. A prize beyond knowing
awaits me in your room.
The dark corridors reek of doom.
You lie sleeping, unaware of me
as the shadows become solid and
I move towards you. Silent.
I leave through the window
becoming one with the night.
I the assassin, Death Incarnate,
have completed my task.
Another night,
another job,
another death,
done.

[Sir Pinkleton]

After hearing some earlier work I made in middleschool (I didn't recognize it at first), I remembered that I have poetic talent. So, I made this. I hope you enjoy.

I Feel So Alone

I have many caring friends
And a loving family,
But I have no one to give
That special kind of love.

All I want is a someone,
Someone who cares,
About my emotions, my feelings,
My life.

There is one person
Who might fit this position,
But I don't think I can handle it.
I don't think I can make her happy.

I don't think I can make her happy.

One day I'll have to tell her
These feelings I have for her,
But first I have to find, concrete,
These feelings I have for her.

Either way,
I'll survive,
S'just that one path leads
To me feeling so alone.

[Karariv]

A couple more I wrote a while ago
1st one from when I had a crush on a guy and it was getting to me. It never worked out that way, but we're good friends
I sit here looking out my window
My body craves his touch everyday
I watch him all the time,
He doesn’t know I’m there
He doesn’t know I care
I watch him from my hiding place
My lips crave his taste everyday
I think about him all the time
The others don’t see what I see
The others don’t understand me
He’s always there for me to see
My heart craves his love everyday
I dream about him throughout the night
He has no idea that I’m there
He has no idea that I care
I’m invisible to him
He doesn’t see me
Yet I see him all the time
He drives me to despair
I need to forget him
but my heart always remembers.

2) The 1st poem I ever wrote that I felt was worth publishing.

The pitch black of the storm swirls around me
like the torrents of the river my tears have created.
My body convulses as forks of light
and energy flash through the dark skies.
The river rises overwhelming my soul
Have I lost the will to live?
Or is it I cannot continue to live in the pain I am in?
But these questions are the same,
and the ending will always be the same.
I am drowning in my sorrow,
soon the darkness will overcome me,
soon the river will turn red with my blood
as I sink beneath the cold black surface
as I sink into nothingness and oblivion
as I sink to my doom
under icy waters tainted with blood and sorrow.

[Funka Genocide]

where to, the feast of souls
a banquet for the mind
who knew we'd grow so old
a travesty in kind

payment for the nevermore
again to quail in hopes
we'll drift away from sodden shores
still dangling from the ropes

of gallow hooks and penitence
oh shards of memory
the subtle hint of hesitance
particulate ennui

but will those dreams return
when absence wanders long
or were they left to burn
as music without song

oh can these wall inure
the hopeful to the true
or must I still endure
the pain of loving you

[Gnarlpine]

See those Imps
Their little beady eyes
You wouldn't suspect
They plan my demise

I try to run away
I fail to even try
They will always mock me
Until i die

They poison my cookies
I am always in pain
They will always taunt me
Soon i will be insane

Who am I?

[CheshireThief]

It's titled "Philocaly"...

I've longed for the touch of your lips
But ever their taste does elude me
I've oft watched the sway of your hips
And ever their guiles do delude me
I listen, entrapped by your voice
But I hear it not oft as I yearn
With you in my arms, I'd rejoice
But that privilege I've still yet to earn
Your eyes, so alive, they entice me
They fill me with passion, I burn
The sweet scent of your skin delights me
Your whispers a delicate fern
But someday soon I hope, my dear
In my arms is where you will be
Holding you close and keeping you near
Where you can love and be loved by me


That's my one post for this 6-month period.

[Fenris]

*moves to the poetry thread*

Nice poem! Make it a 3 month period, we need more CT 'round these parts.