5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

to live
in droplets
facets
reflecting you

is fine
for rain
which pain
has no hold

over, you
never
over
that lie

sold
with care
the air
you left

is all
I've breathed
to grieve
your loss

[Seil]

Sit inside the coffee shop
And watch raindrops at the window
They slide to the windowpane
They slide down so slow

The raindrop stained-windows
Marked with hot coffee steam
Dusted with sweetened sugar
Washed with pure white cream

Trace a pattern with your finger
In long thin lines
Write messages in foggy window
Draw intricate disigns

Breathe in your staining steam
And wipe away the words
No trace of everything
Take a sip of coffee afterwards

Watch through the window
Now cleaned of stain
The rain fills pitter-patter
And all begins again

[Funka Genocide]

oh, ember
mote of souls
slowly cringe
as withers warmth

December
through the shoals
pinion's hinge
to soar no more

remember
deathly coals
death's own tinge
as withers warmth

[Red Fighter 1073]

Hooray a poem! Well actually, this is more or less a bunch of different lines that I thought of just now so I thought I'd post them.

You are so close to my heart but still so far away
If I had just one wish, it would be for you to be with me and have it stay that way
forever together, watching the night pass and become day
please don't keep me at bay, come sit next to where I lay
Just seeing your face, it's more than words can express
I just wish I had the courage to confess
I see you and think about what our life would be like together
Words cannot describe it, but I just know that my life would be better
Everything reminds me of you
It's driving me crazy, I don't know what to do
I want us to sit side by side
You would be the one who I would always talk to, whom I can always confide
No matter what happened, we would always sit side by side
whether we were laughing and joking, or as I held you while you cried
Please don't stray too far
This distance between us, it leaves my heart ajar
You probably don't even know the love I feel for you from just hearing your name
I don't know for sure, but I just hope that for me, you feel the same
Being with you, seeing your face
I would feel so happy, holding you in a loving embrace
Wherever we go, it would be hand in hand
whether we're at the movies, or just walking in the beach sand

[Ink_Blot]

"Well-read"


Is there a portal in all the world such as a book?
It can take you to another world if you care to look.

You might read of something bigger,
or of a character with vigor,

A ship with a bow
or a farmer with a plow

Whatever it is you seek,
you'll be sure to find something unique.

So pick up a book today,
because reading is like taking a holiday!


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"Forced Rhyme"


No word rhymes with orange,
of this you can be sure.

It rhymes with neither the word hinge,
such as one found on a door,

nor does it rhyme with the word binge,
which one might do in a candy store.

You can try not to cringe,
but you will see that orange rhymes no more

than the word fringe
rhymes with the word shore.

[Funka Genocide]

In These Times

voice...

you know mine
the tone, the shine
not so brilliant
as the mind

choice...

to be, to cease
to grow, decrease
the fault is mine
to find release

the noise
like patterns left in snow
as the arid frozen flies
a clamoring of pangs
that seldom holds a name

and in these times...

when rarer is peace
than an epilogue
to wasted lips

when dare the man speak
so little of himself
for fear of being right

when a slattern's scent
still haunts the hollows
wrought in aging thought

we're only waiting children
despite the growing years

The words have always been there, I just can't bring myself to breathe them into reality. Goodbyes are just as well as hellos. It's the standing still that eats me up.

..............................

He Was

He was...

...a liquid memory
of passions long forgot
a tired monologue
writ in stoic prose
to ideas not himself

but what did he know
of himself?

...a child burnt for fuel
on endless avenues
travelled in regard
to what they dreamed to be
to who they claimed to love

but what did he know
of love?

...a murder of a thought
that tired long before
it's action came about
an emptiness absurd
an emptiness alive

but what did he know
of life?

and I saw him set in glass
a courage made opaque
and in his eyes I cried
when no one else could see
and in his name I loved

what did I ever know
of love?

..............................

Never Give It Back

can I borrow something from you?
and never give it back
a certain, secret something
a sliver in the black

can I tell you what I'm thinking?
despite the awful tones
clever , twisted, tasteful
no hesitance condones

can I make it any clearer?
that I'm not the most opaque
can I tell you something secret?
that life is what we make

so what is it I'm seeking?
oh why so circumspect?
it's not the coldly blatant
it's not what you suspect

can I borrow something from you?
and hold it 'til I'm gone
can I tell you something secret?
while time, it marches on

the only words that count
in this, our single shot
are words we know 'pon utterance
shall never be forgot

[Cloud Strife]

Author's note: This is an old poem of mine, just came across it again, and one of the lines bugged me, so I fixed it.

With all the blatant imagery,
And all the strengthened synergy,
The one who stands in misery
Stands quietly, alone.

While others gather energy,
Still smiling in their reverie,
Almost looking heavenly,
He sits there like a stone.

While others walk past blissfully,
Dreaming dreams so whistfully,
He stains his shirt regretfully,
And he's chilled right to the bone.

And all around him, merrily,
People find that, verily,
No one walks as warily
As those that walk alone.

[Sir Pinkleton]

I have two poems. Not mine, unfortunately, I'm under a "dry spell", but I think they're worth sharing.


One

One day can change the world,
One day may save a life,
One is all it takes,
One is particular,
One, One, One.

One bullet to end a life,
One strong blow across the head,
One touch can kill,

One kiss can heal,
One show of love may change the world
One is all it takes.


Insane

Gibbering squiggly gook,
Bitter-sweet pills,
The shivering chills,
The voices, the colors,
The noise, they tell,
They urge, they hunger and surge,
They control, they use us to kill,
They use us to love,
They, they they, they
They make us dance
And cry, and prance,
They make us who we are,
They shape us, mold us,
We are they, and they are us.
Will you join the madness?
Will you become insane?
Become human.
Be insane.
Insane.
Insane.

-Michael Osipenko

[bluestarultor]

You Will Rue the Day, Office '07:

Three o' clock and I grow weary
Searching for my Access quarry
I'm supposed to make a query
Microsoft you WILL be sorry



This is Why I Use Anim8or:

Tried to make a cube in Blender
Wrists feel like they're made of pain
Eyes are also very tender:
Seven hours of constant strain...

[Funka Genocide]

I am a butterfly
trapped in a coccoon of rage
wings still wet
with the promise of anger
shall unfurl
into a scintillating diorama of wrath
and in the vengeful light of a terrible sun
shall they bore me hence
towards catastrophe without words
I am a butterfly