5 minute poetry

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Silent Cacophany

There was, for a time,
a great silence
across the parched plains
she knew so well.

They would fill with great
bounty, oftentimes.
Soothe all who entered her
domain.

But not today.
Today there was no great
bounty for her, or anyone to feast.

There was, for a time,
a great silence
across the parched plains
she knew so well.

The silence broke but once.

"Durr. Rai's brain no worky."

And was silent again.

[Lycanthrope]

I'm not sure whether to congradulate you or track you down and kill you for your impudence.

[Funka Genocide]

I'm not sure if I've said this before, but you are one funny dude demon.

let me see if I can write somethig here...

In verse he doth jest
so often the pest
whos wit to the test
has passed all the rest

so comic a stand
in ability grand
demon first and
with a glass hand

on nerves it must grate
its coming, just wait
with hands such a state
how to masturbate?

hows that?

[Lycanthrope]

I've seen the best minds of my generation...
Wait...
someone's already done this
crap.

*bows*

[Funka Genocide]

at the risk of spamming up my good name, what was that lycanthrope? I laughed despite myself, but I have no idea why.

[Lycanthrope]

There was a famous poem by a beat poet, whose name has enfuriatingly slipped my mind just because you asked me, who wrote a poem called "howl" which begins "I have seen the best minds of my generation/ destroyed by..." something... can't remember the next line. It goes on for three pages.

Edit:
Poet: Alan Ginsburg
First line: I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked

[RaiRai]

Watch yellow paint drip down tiled walls
onto patchwork floors
stitching come undone
light the flame and burn the chairs
split the wood, the naked fury
red and orange within a sea of blue
empty windows with silver sheens
of promised dreams, shattered
panes hanging, battered by winds
reveal the paper that hid behind
the old room, with the rocking chair
carry on cleaning, mop and broom
watch the fire consume
and then start anew
blisters and all
I'll build my own destiny
and then watch it fall

[Peo]

Colors

Black
Everything can be
White
Only those precious few
Those with the power to change
Or at least hide
Blue
Everybodys been
Red
When you say something
You didnt mean to
Yellow
On a warm day
Grey
When you dont really care
Green
Those days you call in sick
Brown
When are YOU brown?

[Thaumaturge]

Alone, quiet,
In a vast, empty world,
In the sunlight's peaceful stupor,
My mind wanders, I dream.

[Peo]

The End

The road is full of twists and turns
youll never find your way
your headlights the only thing
keeping the dark away

you take a left, you take a right,
it doesnt matter when
no matter the places where you turn
you'll end up where you've been

uphill, downhill, back and forth,
in circles is all you'll go
the sun might shine through the day
but you will never know

your eyes are closed forever more
your pupils long unused
you only have yourself to blame
be sorry to those abused

your eyes will open once again
if you change your ways
then you'll see the fiery sun
for the rest of your days.