5 minute poetry - Page 6

rightwhatwasidoing? · 04-30-2004, 02:04 PM

i shudder to think
what could be beyond the door
as I shiver and sink
down to the floor

i creep along the wall
and silently reach for the knob
i was prepared for a brawl
after all, it was my job

the door swung ajar
and i rushed within
I was all set for war
against my kin

.....

cant finish it yet, i'll finish it and put it up later.

PS:RaiRai, the class loved your poem.

***RaiRai*** · 04-30-2004, 02:14 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by rightwhatwasidoing?

PS:RaiRai, the class loved your poem.

PM me with the info. I'd love to know what they really thought. =3

***RaiRai*** · 04-30-2004, 04:39 PM

Do we fit into the grand design?
Or expire before the scheme comes to mind?
To follow the pack and be lead
to a shallow grave, a quick painless death
Electric dreams that once quivered and danced
confessed that they too were never romanced
For to destruction we shall all wait our turn
this life is nothing if we cannot learn.

Funka Genocide · 05-01-2004, 01:11 AM

incistent on a braver course
intrepid man takes to horse
he tames the wild for his means
to set aflame whats once believed

apes have smarts enough to live
but not to kill, or life to give
to all creatures less than they
nature surely rues the day

it spat forth its final piece
dominance by violent increase
in words are given truth to hear
in minds are wasted lives so dear

rightwhatwasidoing? · 05-02-2004, 09:32 PM

Destiny, the great governor
you're not that almighty
you choose not what is best
only what makes you chuckle
and makes the world keep turning
you just barely keep the world from fading

the world is dying fate,
can i truly depend on thee?
your games are sick and twisted
My only consolation is that you'll free me
from this great calamity

So what if it fits in "the grand scheme"
and that we all must die someday
Death i do not care for
but fear i loathe much more
You decide what happiness life brings
and what terrors come in my dreams
and i despise you for it

you see it fit for my life to end so soon?
does it hurt you, that anxiety i feel
or is it too surreal?
I'll be the one to tear away
to break my bonds from thee
just so i can telly you
that i'm free.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 05-03-2004, 01:36 AM

Mask

She paints a picture on her face
and image for all to see
not a reflection of what's inside
rather, who she'd rather be ...

(one of the only times you'll ever see me rhyme ...)

Funka Genocide · 05-03-2004, 04:41 AM

oh that I were composed
of sterner stuff than flesh
all I see I can't suppose
my mind not to the test

sight its own reprimand
for the sin of asking
gaudy skies above demand
attention not worth grasping

in future days the wind is sweet
tainted by a cleaner breeze
in tasteless form is drawn discreet
the sensation that I please

not the hand that guided me
nor the one who found
the reason I still wish to be
in love and to astound

but the vision I chanced upon
one lonely frozen night
in silence made to carry on
with no use left for sight

yeah, thats about it. I think =)

semysane · 05-04-2004, 01:15 PM

In one place there is the ribald,
The rude one that cusses;
He speaks of the monsters,
The wounds, the fights and the pusses.

In the other is the thinker,
The nice one that writes
He speaks of poetry
And long lonely nights.

These two are one in the same;
Just one man, with just one name.
In one place he is known for humor and pain
And here for something more mundane.

semysane · 05-05-2004, 06:49 PM

Can you guess who the subject of my poem above is?

This next poem I wrote for a contest a while back. I didn't win, but I think it's one of my best

Reaper

Danny was a working man;
Slept with secretary that had a tan.
Freddy was an average joe;
Worked real hard for little dough.
Betty was a good house wife;
Was good and fine until the knife...
Danny found dead in his cellar;
Wife couldn't believe he didn't tell 'er.
Freddy died alone in bed;
He'd put a bullet in his head.
Betty fried in the electric chair;
She'd killed a stranger without a care.

Executive or old games keeper;
We all fall victim to The Reaper.

Kelly Girl was born from rich;
Some saved her, dying in a ditch.
Peter Boy was born from poor;
Lived through car-crash whle and secure.
Nancy saved a boy from drowning;
Helped one and all, never frowning.
Kelly fell with a bad crowd;
OD'd while the music was loud.
Peter could not bear the sorrow;
Made sure he wouldn't feel tomorrow.
Thou hero Nancy was sweet as honey,
She got knifed down to take her money.

Though you may prevent death number one,
The Reaper's will is always done.

Lycanthrope · 05-09-2004, 05:16 PM

I suspect you are
what I suspect you are not
And am much confused.

04-30-2004, 02:04 PM	#51
rightwhatwasidoing? ah...who are you again? Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: I live in my own world, i call it shmooglim. Posts: 227	i shudder to think what could be beyond the door as I shiver and sink down to the floor i creep along the wall and silently reach for the knob i was prepared for a brawl after all, it was my job the door swung ajar and i rushed within I was all set for war against my kin ..... cant finish it yet, i'll finish it and put it up later. PS:RaiRai, the class loved your poem. __________________ "Madness in a BOX!"

04-30-2004, 04:39 PM	#53
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Do we fit into the grand design? Or expire before the scheme comes to mind? To follow the pack and be lead to a shallow grave, a quick painless death Electric dreams that once quivered and danced confessed that they too were never romanced For to destruction we shall all wait our turn this life is nothing if we cannot learn. __________________ I AM FURIOUS

05-02-2004, 09:32 PM	#55
rightwhatwasidoing? ah...who are you again? Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: I live in my own world, i call it shmooglim. Posts: 227	Destiny, the great governor you're not that almighty you choose not what is best only what makes you chuckle and makes the world keep turning you just barely keep the world from fading the world is dying fate, can i truly depend on thee? your games are sick and twisted My only consolation is that you'll free me from this great calamity So what if it fits in "the grand scheme" and that we all must die someday Death i do not care for but fear i loathe much more You decide what happiness life brings and what terrors come in my dreams and i despise you for it you see it fit for my life to end so soon? does it hurt you, that anxiety i feel or is it too surreal? I'll be the one to tear away to break my bonds from thee just so i can telly you that i'm free. __________________ "Madness in a BOX!"

05-03-2004, 04:41 AM	#57
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	no use left for sight oh that I were composed of sterner stuff than flesh all I see I can't suppose my mind not to the test sight its own reprimand for the sin of asking gaudy skies above demand attention not worth grasping in future days the wind is sweet tainted by a cleaner breeze in tasteless form is drawn discreet the sensation that I please not the hand that guided me nor the one who found the reason I still wish to be in love and to astound but the vision I chanced upon one lonely frozen night in silence made to carry on with no use left for sight yeah, thats about it. I think =)

05-04-2004, 01:15 PM	#58
semysane Honourable death! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 99	In one place there is the ribald, The rude one that cusses; He speaks of the monsters, The wounds, the fights and the pusses. In the other is the thinker, The nice one that writes He speaks of poetry And long lonely nights. These two are one in the same; Just one man, with just one name. In one place he is known for humor and pain And here for something more mundane. __________________ :bmage: I am the Black Mage! I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!

05-01-2004, 01:11 AM	#54
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	incistent on a braver course intrepid man takes to horse he tames the wild for his means to set aflame whats once believed apes have smarts enough to live but not to kill, or life to give to all creatures less than they nature surely rues the day it spat forth its final piece dominance by violent increase in words are given truth to hear in minds are wasted lives so dear

05-03-2004, 01:36 AM	#56
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Mask She paints a picture on her face and image for all to see not a reflection of what's inside rather, who she'd rather be ... (one of the only times you'll ever see me rhyme ...)

05-05-2004, 06:49 PM	#59
semysane Honourable death! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 99	Can you guess who the subject of my poem above is? This next poem I wrote for a contest a while back. I didn't win, but I think it's one of my best Reaper Danny was a working man; Slept with secretary that had a tan. Freddy was an average joe; Worked real hard for little dough. Betty was a good house wife; Was good and fine until the knife... Danny found dead in his cellar; Wife couldn't believe he didn't tell 'er. Freddy died alone in bed; He'd put a bullet in his head. Betty fried in the electric chair; She'd killed a stranger without a care. Executive or old games keeper; We all fall victim to The Reaper. Kelly Girl was born from rich; Some saved her, dying in a ditch. Peter Boy was born from poor; Lived through car-crash whle and secure. Nancy saved a boy from drowning; Helped one and all, never frowning. Kelly fell with a bad crowd; OD'd while the music was loud. Peter could not bear the sorrow; Made sure he wouldn't feel tomorrow. Thou hero Nancy was sweet as honey, She got knifed down to take her money. Though you may prevent death number one, The Reaper's will is always done. __________________ :bmage: I am the Black Mage! I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!

05-09-2004, 05:16 PM	#60
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	I suspect you are what I suspect you are not And am much confused. __________________ "With these seven easy steps, you, too, can be the authoritarian despot of your own principality. Machiavelli, your road to happiness" "I shoot Flying Monkies!" "Christmas had it coming its what it gets for taking over thanksgiving and threatening halloween with its weapons of mass consumerism" "Death to All Fanatics!" Official RP Action God Lycanthropic Poem "FOR YOU THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE." -Death Krylo and BMG are apparently my bitches.

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