5 minute poetry - Page 15

Lycanthrope · 06-02-2004, 02:25 AM

A couple more verses to the aria:

My love was a love
lost before it began
Her beauty from heaven did send
But the angels above
did not care for my plan
For she thought for me nothing but friend

Her eyes were like gems
hair golden and fair
her smile, as bright as the dawn
to her form, written poems
with great loving care
and her neck, graceful as a swan.

***RaiRai*** · 06-02-2004, 02:11 PM

Winds ripple over waters pure
as I watch from way back there
the light bounces across the shore
I want to touch but do not dare
Sands quiver beneath the wind
my eyes caress the gentle scene
as the sun sets and the evening begins
I cannot to temptation lean
I'll watch from back here upon the rock
at the bliss that lays before my eyes
and wait here until for one last look
I cast my gaze on the fresh sunrise
then turn away and walk the dune
that held me away from this blessed place
I'll return here again alone next June
and perhaps join in lifes beautiful chase.

Funka Genocide · 06-03-2004, 02:51 AM

On the wings of chance flew
a person I was meant to know
yet somehow always knew
this heart was meant to show

by a whim and happily did
I discover her beauty
my flaws so cleverly I hid
but honesty my duty

she is all I want in life
her smiling prose and ennui
I could bear the blinding strife
if she finds her place with me

I've faith she sees my soul
with eyes that love so much
many times I've lost control
and used my passion as a crutch

never will I take as given
the marvel that's your breath
through your words I'm newly risen
my world is yours unto death

never give up Lia! I'll wait for you in my humble world, you go on in yours. Someday our paths will meet in full, and on that day will I be whole.

Osterbaum · 06-03-2004, 08:12 AM

He walks on the road
I see him again
The wredge of a man
Does nothing, but pretends

Like rain falling from the sky
Thats what happens when I see him cry
He used to be a happy man
He used to have it all
No he has nothing
He no longer stands tall

Another one. It's a bit shorter this time than usually, but you make them as you make them. Have you noticed the same sort of manner I use in my poems? Any kind of pattern or something?

Lycanthrope · 06-04-2004, 12:52 AM

A bit obsessed are we zoam?

Funka Genocide · 06-04-2004, 01:18 AM

you could say that... I'm not crazy! (that makes me sound crazy doesn't it?) I was just trying to show support, maybe I went a little overboard though. I never claimed to NOT be an idiot. he he

in fact heres a poem about me being an idiot!

when confronted with a pretty sight
I lose all recourse to what is right
my mind falls off like so much sod
from the back of a van

I claim to be a man of reason
but unhinged am I when the season
turns to warmth and flowers bloom
I see only her

A thought occured in brain unmanned
my own defeat by my own hand
veer my will off the road
and turn on my warning lights

I contemplate, yet persevere
on course mad and still sincere
so selfish are my needs
to make her happy

yeah, I'm a fool, but I like it that way =0

-edit-
I'm one post short of 200! What should I do? It must be something spectacular! Either that or some random comment about boobs... yes, boobs...

***RaiRai*** · 06-04-2004, 06:08 AM

A loss of thought, a lack of self
I shove my feelings upon the shelf
right at the back where no one can see
that helpless empty part of me
covered in dust, as black as my heart
in a world of which I could never be part
Alone and shunned, kept far away
in hopes to be returned one day
dusted down and polished anew
to begin this life and see it through
but for now I sit here, looking down
a painted face with a bitter frown
A loss of purpose, a lack of self
Watching from high upon my shelf...

Osterbaum · 06-04-2004, 07:47 AM

You did something
I will never forgett
You thought happines it would bring
But just saddnes didn't I get?

You ask for forgivenes
I tell you no
You wish me gods bless
I don't care though

You say you are sorry
I am still bitter
I wouldn't worry
You just got to the list of the unforgiven

***RaiRai*** · 06-05-2004, 04:50 PM

Feeling rejected
my heartache detected
I shy away from the hate
in this empty state
just a shell of deception
I have no recollection
of any thought past or present
these feelings were not meant

not meant for my vessel
with these emotions I'll wrestle
and the tears keep on flowing
my eyes are not glowing
as black as my heart sinks
bitterness my soul drinks
as I look on in sorrow
and pray for tomorrow

As I'm not accepted
tossed and dejected
through the empty window
watching the moon low
and the light shines across me
but I still cannot see
caught up in my self hatred
on glass shards, I will tread
Until I shed my last tear
and watch on within fear
at the beauty surrounding
reality comes pounding

I could never be the beauty
that they claim that they see
through rose colored glass
a soul without mass
for I die without thought
another lesson been taught
but I cannot listen
I've lost my mission
a lone girl awaiting fate
coming, but comes too late...

Funka Genocide · 06-05-2004, 11:48 PM

the more attached the more I feel
the pain of letting myself be involved
every line spent in delivering myself
is wasted if no one really cares

am I just a thing to be tolerated?
am I something more than a nuisance?
I want to be and yet thats not enough
I've never been able to fool myself

and apparently I haven't fooled you
as much as I'd love to pull the wool over
your eyes and mine own at night
is it false? or am I just not good enough?

why must we be limited to our own perceptions?
if only I could find inside your mind
the heart that beats for me
or an empty cavern with nothing left
for an idiot like me

I'll call this one Insecurity. Come on everyone, say it with me! in-se-cure-it-eeee!!! don't you feel better now?

06-02-2004, 02:25 AM	#141
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	A couple more verses to the aria: My love was a love lost before it began Her beauty from heaven did send But the angels above did not care for my plan For she thought for me nothing but friend Her eyes were like gems hair golden and fair her smile, as bright as the dawn to her form, written poems with great loving care and her neck, graceful as a swan. __________________ "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.

06-02-2004, 02:11 PM	#142
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Winds ripple over waters pure as I watch from way back there the light bounces across the shore I want to touch but do not dare Sands quiver beneath the wind my eyes caress the gentle scene as the sun sets and the evening begins I cannot to temptation lean I'll watch from back here upon the rock at the bliss that lays before my eyes and wait here until for one last look I cast my gaze on the fresh sunrise then turn away and walk the dune that held me away from this blessed place I'll return here again alone next June and perhaps join in lifes beautiful chase. __________________ I AM FURIOUS

06-03-2004, 02:51 AM	#143
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	the greatest thing that ever happened to me On the wings of chance flew a person I was meant to know yet somehow always knew this heart was meant to show by a whim and happily did I discover her beauty my flaws so cleverly I hid but honesty my duty she is all I want in life her smiling prose and ennui I could bear the blinding strife if she finds her place with me I've faith she sees my soul with eyes that love so much many times I've lost control and used my passion as a crutch never will I take as given the marvel that's your breath through your words I'm newly risen my world is yours unto death never give up Lia! I'll wait for you in my humble world, you go on in yours. Someday our paths will meet in full, and on that day will I be whole. Last edited by Zoamelgustar; 06-13-2004 at 06:08 AM.

06-03-2004, 08:12 AM	#144
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	He walks on the road I see him again The wredge of a man Does nothing, but pretends Like rain falling from the sky Thats what happens when I see him cry He used to be a happy man He used to have it all No he has nothing He no longer stands tall Another one. It's a bit shorter this time than usually, but you make them as you make them. Have you noticed the same sort of manner I use in my poems? Any kind of pattern or something? __________________ D is for Dirty Commie!

06-04-2004, 12:52 AM	#145
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	A bit obsessed are we zoam? __________________ "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.

06-04-2004, 01:18 AM	#146
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	you could say that... I'm not crazy! (that makes me sound crazy doesn't it?) I was just trying to show support, maybe I went a little overboard though. I never claimed to NOT be an idiot. he he in fact heres a poem about me being an idiot! when confronted with a pretty sight I lose all recourse to what is right my mind falls off like so much sod from the back of a van I claim to be a man of reason but unhinged am I when the season turns to warmth and flowers bloom I see only her A thought occured in brain unmanned my own defeat by my own hand veer my will off the road and turn on my warning lights I contemplate, yet persevere on course mad and still sincere so selfish are my needs to make her happy yeah, I'm a fool, but I like it that way =0 -edit- I'm one post short of 200! What should I do? It must be something spectacular! Either that or some random comment about boobs... yes, boobs... Last edited by Zoamelgustar; 06-04-2004 at 01:46 AM.

06-04-2004, 06:08 AM	#147
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	A loss of thought, a lack of self I shove my feelings upon the shelf right at the back where no one can see that helpless empty part of me covered in dust, as black as my heart in a world of which I could never be part Alone and shunned, kept far away in hopes to be returned one day dusted down and polished anew to begin this life and see it through but for now I sit here, looking down a painted face with a bitter frown A loss of purpose, a lack of self Watching from high upon my shelf... __________________ I AM FURIOUS

06-04-2004, 07:47 AM	#148
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	You did something I will never forgett You thought happines it would bring But just saddnes didn't I get? You ask for forgivenes I tell you no You wish me gods bless I don't care though You say you are sorry I am still bitter I wouldn't worry You just got to the list of the unforgiven __________________ D is for Dirty Commie! Last edited by Osterbaum; 02-22-2005 at 08:32 AM.

06-05-2004, 04:50 PM	#149
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Feeling rejected my heartache detected I shy away from the hate in this empty state just a shell of deception I have no recollection of any thought past or present these feelings were not meant not meant for my vessel with these emotions I'll wrestle and the tears keep on flowing my eyes are not glowing as black as my heart sinks bitterness my soul drinks as I look on in sorrow and pray for tomorrow As I'm not accepted tossed and dejected through the empty window watching the moon low and the light shines across me but I still cannot see caught up in my self hatred on glass shards, I will tread Until I shed my last tear and watch on within fear at the beauty surrounding reality comes pounding I could never be the beauty that they claim that they see through rose colored glass a soul without mass for I die without thought another lesson been taught but I cannot listen I've lost my mission a lone girl awaiting fate coming, but comes too late... __________________ I AM FURIOUS

06-05-2004, 11:48 PM	#150
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	the more attached the more I feel the pain of letting myself be involved every line spent in delivering myself is wasted if no one really cares am I just a thing to be tolerated? am I something more than a nuisance? I want to be and yet thats not enough I've never been able to fool myself and apparently I haven't fooled you as much as I'd love to pull the wool over your eyes and mine own at night is it false? or am I just not good enough? why must we be limited to our own perceptions? if only I could find inside your mind the heart that beats for me or an empty cavern with nothing left for an idiot like me I'll call this one Insecurity. Come on everyone, say it with me! in-se-cure-it-eeee!!! don't you feel better now?