5 minute poetry - Page 134

Overcast · 02-22-2006, 09:48 PM

My world on poison, my heart don't move
It starts to beat again I spoke too soon.
I'm still alive, and yet.
I don't have life no more, at least none to share
I'm running low as my soul is beared.
Can't you see it now?

I'm falling out...
REality caught up with me again
I'm falling out...
My fantasy of life I try to mend
I'm falling out...

As I talked to you, I wanted truth
I thought I'd handle it, was what I do
I learn to deal with pain
The tears streamed down my face and I couldn't breath
I couldn't handle even being me
I didn't want to be

I'm falling out...
REality caught up with me again
I'm falling out...
My fantasy of life I try to mend
I'm falling out...
Depression screams out of my mind.
I'm falling out...
I've run competely out of time.
I'm falling out...

And in this place I'm sitting this feeling feels like heaven
Yet Hell is a taste I feel as this heaven starts to leaven.
But what can I do as this sadness makes me glad.
From the depression I get losing feelings I had.

I'm falling out to all the people and the places that I knew
For everything that I could even barely try to do
This whole can only get so much deeper before I go away.
I choose not to try a thing until that day.

I'm falling out...
REality caught up with me again
I'm falling out...
My fantasy of life I try to mend
I'm falling out...
Depression screams out of my mind.
I'm falling out...
I've run competely out of time.
I'm falling out...

Mike McC · 02-24-2006, 03:49 PM

For those who can't read upsidedown/sideways so well, here's the words starting from the 9 o'clock position, going clockwise:

the wheel will turn
the merchants trade
the young will learn
the knights will raid
the old will yearn
the day will fade
the sun will burn
the moon will wane

Overcast · 02-28-2006, 07:41 PM

I ask a person who they are
They say what they appear
You ask me who I am so far
I giggle and ask you "where?"
Cause to myself I am myself
Though others make me real
I ask then for somebody's help
I ask them how they feel
They all tell me different things
From worst enemies and freinds best
None generally bring one thing
Similar than the rest
Hate make some say a nerd
Love makes one say a freind
Some cannot find the words
Some cannot make them mend
Because I am so many things
It's really hard to gage
As I look to different wings
Sadness love and rage.
Nobody can be assured quite yet
Just who I really am
I just know one truth to not forget
I'm just myself in the end.

***Fenris*** · 03-03-2006, 05:24 PM

Twenty poems of mine.

To my surprise, poetry has been flowing easier for me lately.

Seran · 03-03-2006, 06:27 PM

The grass is an everlasting life
That lives only to live on and on.
The wind whispers to the grass,
For it is the voice of something unseen.
Whether the wind is merely one,
Or the wind be a father and many sons,
The wind is there nonetheless,
To offer either life or death,
With which it brings mystery.
The grass seems to die,
To wither away,
Only to return in its green glory.
The grass never does die,
Not until the time
Its place of tireless rebirth is destroyed.

From grass rises the life of a spirit.
From that birth rises a new small thing,
Where more death can be seen in its eyes,
With more life,
More lasting beauty.
From the grass grows an eager tree,
Then more to follow soon after.
Those trees offer to us the air we breathe,
And to them we offer the air they do.
The grass is coated, after every night,
A blanket of dew,
A flutter of light.
But not all good can live on.
Not all life can avoid all wrong.

When the grass dies,
And its birth is no more,
Soon comes sand,
And with it, death.
There is no more life in a vast desert.
Yet from the sands, there rises new life.

It is unavoidable.
All that live, live only to die.
All that die, die only to live.
In essence or in true soul,
The world around us is a circle,
An endless circle.

When history is forgotten, is it to be so?
Is its voice lost
When a new wind blows?
When we depart our earth,
Where do we go?
Do we remain here?
Do we soar with some flow,
That exists to carry us away,
To new worlds that we may not know?

Here on earth,
We used to accept.
We used to accept everything around us.
Now we only fail
To realize the nature
Of life and death, which forever entwine.
Should there be a reason for us to die
At the hands of one another,
At the hands of the same?
The same, yet different,
Our minds are not one,
We are not one,
But we should have been long ago.

***Fenris*** · 03-24-2006, 05:31 PM

People who play the game of love
Should stop to read the rules.

When they don't,
They stumble and falter,
And cannot use the tools.

The player who plays the game of love
Has fun for the while.

Enjoying the times, playing his hand,
Looking at his opponent,
And sharing a smile.

This player didn't read the rules.
This player didn't use the tools.
This player didn't pay his dues.
This player fell into a ruse.
This player cannot save the day.
This player is too late to pay.
This player doesn't understand.
This player thought he held the hand.

But this player didn't read the rules.
This player didn't use the tools.

This player lost the game of love.

Nikose Tyris · 03-24-2006, 05:34 PM

I take you and cradle you; I want to heal you
You won't let me in, and it hurts me.
I take your hand and you push me away
I wish you'd let me in, I can feel your pain
I wish you'd stop and see that I am here for you
and that I pray for you, my angel.
I wish you could see the difference you make.
I wish you could see the change in my life.
I wish you knew you saved my life.
I wish you knew how alone I was.
I wish I wasn't alone.
I wish you didn't cry.
I wish I didn't cry.
I wish a lot of things.
I wish I'd shut up and leave you alone...
Since that's what you tell me to do.

BlackMageGirl! · 04-01-2006, 11:41 PM

So 'la at the tides beside you
Carried with the wind
And run, run quickly
The idea turned sickly
And prickly, still within

Such themed the poetic water
Flurried with the light
And walk, walk through August
The thought turned modest
And sawdust, here within

With songrain all around you
Tarried with the storm
And sleep, sleep irony
Put to rest finally
Still quietly, fell within

And last the sunning rays
Carried within my gaze
And smile, smile so sweetly
Warmed so discreetly
Iced bodily, fire within.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 04-02-2006, 12:34 AM

Elipses ...

Thrice mark the places ...
The places where ...

The words failed ...
They fell away ...
I marked their passing ...

With elipses on a page ...

... ... ...

And they made it hard ...
You made it hard ...
It was so damn hard ...

They marked the places ...
When I knew ...
Knew what not to say ...

The words ... they failed ...
They fell ... fell away ...
I marked them ... their passing ...

With elipses ...

Elipses on a page ...

... ... ...

...

_mike · 04-05-2006, 12:05 AM

I've had this dream before
Where I'm dancing with someone I know I love.
But I don't know who it is,
because I'm looking at the ground.
And all I can see is our shadows.

And we're wearing crazy hats.

02-22-2006, 09:48 PM	#1331
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	Falling out My world on poison, my heart don't move It starts to beat again I spoke too soon. I'm still alive, and yet. I don't have life no more, at least none to share I'm running low as my soul is beared. Can't you see it now? I'm falling out... REality caught up with me again I'm falling out... My fantasy of life I try to mend I'm falling out... As I talked to you, I wanted truth I thought I'd handle it, was what I do I learn to deal with pain The tears streamed down my face and I couldn't breath I couldn't handle even being me I didn't want to be I'm falling out... REality caught up with me again I'm falling out... My fantasy of life I try to mend I'm falling out... Depression screams out of my mind. I'm falling out... I've run competely out of time. I'm falling out... And in this place I'm sitting this feeling feels like heaven Yet Hell is a taste I feel as this heaven starts to leaven. But what can I do as this sadness makes me glad. From the depression I get losing feelings I had. I'm falling out to all the people and the places that I knew For everything that I could even barely try to do This whole can only get so much deeper before I go away. I choose not to try a thing until that day. I'm falling out... REality caught up with me again I'm falling out... My fantasy of life I try to mend I'm falling out... Depression screams out of my mind. I'm falling out... I've run competely out of time. I'm falling out... __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!

02-24-2006, 03:49 PM	#1332
Mike McC Time is something else. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Wherever I am needed, I will be there. Posts: 5,065	For those who can't read upsidedown/sideways so well, here's the words starting from the 9 o'clock position, going clockwise: the wheel will turn the merchants trade the young will learn the knights will raid the old will yearn the day will fade the sun will burn the moon will wane __________________ WHERE MIKEY IS IN 2022! tumblrs - http://werewolf.zone twitters - @itmightbemikey

02-28-2006, 07:41 PM	#1333
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	I ask a person who they are They say what they appear You ask me who I am so far I giggle and ask you "where?" Cause to myself I am myself Though others make me real I ask then for somebody's help I ask them how they feel They all tell me different things From worst enemies and freinds best None generally bring one thing Similar than the rest Hate make some say a nerd Love makes one say a freind Some cannot find the words Some cannot make them mend Because I am so many things It's really hard to gage As I look to different wings Sadness love and rage. Nobody can be assured quite yet Just who I really am I just know one truth to not forget I'm just myself in the end. __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!

03-03-2006, 05:24 PM	#1334
*Fenris* Administrator Join Date: May 2005 Location: East Coast Posts: 6,806	Twenty poems of mine. To my surprise, poetry has been flowing easier for me lately. __________________ "FENRIS IS AN ASSHOLE" - shiney

03-24-2006, 05:31 PM	#1336
*Fenris* Administrator Join Date: May 2005 Location: East Coast Posts: 6,806	People who play the game of love Should stop to read the rules. When they don't, They stumble and falter, And cannot use the tools. The player who plays the game of love Has fun for the while. Enjoying the times, playing his hand, Looking at his opponent, And sharing a smile. This player didn't read the rules. This player didn't use the tools. This player didn't pay his dues. This player fell into a ruse. This player cannot save the day. This player is too late to pay. This player doesn't understand. This player thought he held the hand. But this player didn't read the rules. This player didn't use the tools. This player lost the game of love. __________________ "FENRIS IS AN ASSHOLE" - shiney

03-03-2006, 06:27 PM	#1335
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	The grass is an everlasting life That lives only to live on and on. The wind whispers to the grass, For it is the voice of something unseen. Whether the wind is merely one, Or the wind be a father and many sons, The wind is there nonetheless, To offer either life or death, With which it brings mystery. The grass seems to die, To wither away, Only to return in its green glory. The grass never does die, Not until the time Its place of tireless rebirth is destroyed. From grass rises the life of a spirit. From that birth rises a new small thing, Where more death can be seen in its eyes, With more life, More lasting beauty. From the grass grows an eager tree, Then more to follow soon after. Those trees offer to us the air we breathe, And to them we offer the air they do. The grass is coated, after every night, A blanket of dew, A flutter of light. But not all good can live on. Not all life can avoid all wrong. When the grass dies, And its birth is no more, Soon comes sand, And with it, death. There is no more life in a vast desert. Yet from the sands, there rises new life. It is unavoidable. All that live, live only to die. All that die, die only to live. In essence or in true soul, The world around us is a circle, An endless circle. When history is forgotten, is it to be so? Is its voice lost When a new wind blows? When we depart our earth, Where do we go? Do we remain here? Do we soar with some flow, That exists to carry us away, To new worlds that we may not know? Here on earth, We used to accept. We used to accept everything around us. Now we only fail To realize the nature Of life and death, which forever entwine. Should there be a reason for us to die At the hands of one another, At the hands of the same? The same, yet different, Our minds are not one, We are not one, But we should have been long ago.

04-01-2006, 11:41 PM	#1338
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	Wheeeeeee! Another poem finally! So 'la at the tides beside you Carried with the wind And run, run quickly The idea turned sickly And prickly, still within Such themed the poetic water Flurried with the light And walk, walk through August The thought turned modest And sawdust, here within With songrain all around you Tarried with the storm And sleep, sleep irony Put to rest finally Still quietly, fell within And last the sunning rays Carried within my gaze And smile, smile so sweetly Warmed so discreetly Iced bodily, fire within.

04-02-2006, 12:34 AM	#1339
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Elipses ... Thrice mark the places ... The places where ... The words failed ... They fell away ... I marked their passing ... With elipses on a page ... ... ... ... And they made it hard ... You made it hard ... It was so damn hard ... They marked the places ... When I knew ... Knew what not to say ... The words ... they failed ... They fell ... fell away ... I marked them ... their passing ... With elipses ... Elipses on a page ... ... ... ... ...