5 minute poetry

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Originally Posted by semysane

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

Something tells me you are, Semysane. You are.

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There once was this young lad named Brian
And it was not for his lack of tryin'
That his work with Sprites
(Avoid those Copyrights!)
Were second to his book I'll be buyin'

[Funka Genocide]

a lifetimes journey long ago
I travelled in a day to sit
on a seat from my past
to peer through a ghostly slit

a faint hope of meeting her
that felled my world asunder
my heart as child at her feet
a nameless thing, I wander

through my mind in furtive sights
indistinct glimpses with no sound
tied to times I'd rather leave
daunting tragedies abound

I ruined my life in one form
to pay homage to her face
she knew not the price I payed
for permission in disgrace

just one meeting as who I am
is all I ask from these days
although she's lost forever now
to my fumbling childish ways

something drives me on it seems
I've room for little doubt
it takes my hand and leads me to
this heartache painful drout

I've never seen the love that's claimed
as everybodys right in life
I'm just as weak as anyone
who's made sorrow to a wife

I did not love her quite so much
as I need the blessed pain
perhaps I longed to be the fool
but could not stop my brain

supposition as it stands
never meeting closure
I'll venture towards a new love
all I needs exposure

lets call this one Shannon, how does it sound?

[Lycanthrope]

When love's words spent
Its pain, its glory recorded
for the world to see
And no more words left to describe the poet's heartache
What then
when its agony and extacy still burn?

[Osterbaum]

The silence of night
Is broken by sound's of death
You can not escape

Ok this was supposed to be a haiku, but as I'm not sure about how those words...well...what was that thing of 5,7,5...anyway I'm not sure if line one has 5 in english etc. If you get what I mean...?

Why can't you realize?
Why can't you tell me?
All these lies
I hear about you
Are they true?

This isn't that good I know, but this is 5minute poetry and wiht more time I could make a better one

[videogamerz2000]

Trial and judgement,
fear and horror,
pain and sorrow,
are these human weaknesses?

Running is all I seem to be doing,
but from what?
from whom?

Where did I go wrong?
Who said I wasn't good enough?
The darkness consumes me, everyday.....

The question hasn't fully been answered and I'm still wondering..
People avoiding my own questions, trying to exsist in a new reality...

Am I too slow?
Or am I so fast, nobody can catch up....

I am only left to play it out by ear....

[RaiRai]

Across the bridge
where waters run
and bluebells ring
lies one sweet maiden
who often sings
sweet melodies
of bitter times
all of which left
within her mind
and yet she sings
and carries on strong
across the bridge
across the grass
that one sweet maiden
is often passed
because her songs are blue
and her tears are cold
just waiting there
for someone to hold

[Osterbaum]

Meri pysyy paikallaan
Seisoen samassa paikassa
Minäkään en jaksa liikkua
Ei minua huvita
Sama juttu kuin merellä
Ei ole ketään kenen luokse mennä...

So I made that in finnish cause people always say that finnish is such a beatiful/weird language. It does mean something and it's a poem. I actuakky think it to bee better than my previous one's though this was still made in just 5minutes. Roughly translated it means:

The ocean remains still
Standing in the same place
I do not want to move either
I dont feel like it
It's just like with the ocean
There's no one to go to...

I want to note that its better in finnish as the parts rime a bit, some of those words have a different meaning in finnish and some I couldn't find all the correct words...So basically thats what it means, but not what it sounds like...

[RaiRai]

A moment of comfort, a warm embrace
the arms of a friend so easy to trace
just the knowledge that someone cares for me so
when lost and bewildered, I know where to go
for care and protection, my Guardian awaits
I'll be his protected, his arms are my gates
just as a childish game all of this became
it may sound silly and it may sound lame
but my Guardian he'll be until the very end
I'm proud to call him my best friend
So on drunken nights, when he's by my side
helping me walk and not lose my pride
and while out on the town, I'll link his arm
so I can walk without coming to harm
He's there when I'm needy, he's there when I'm alone
He's so much like me, in all that he's shown
and he evens stands back to allow me my grace
he knows his role and I know my place
So thankyou to Sin, and always stay true
I know I have a best friend, a best friend in you.

~To Tony.

[Stover]

I wrote this last year, for an English teacher who was a little too...set in the text-book's answers and analyses of literature (keep in mind, this is coming from someone who takes a very simplistic approach to interpreting poetry and the like). Do me a favor and forgive me my bad form.


What is the meaning of this poem?
Well, that depends on who you ask.

Ask that girl over there,
...and I’m sure you’ll get a meaning that that she thinks is right.
Ask a teacher,
...and I’m sure you’ll get the text-book’s answer
...along with the thoughts that they’ve collected over the years.
Ask a scholar,
...and I’m sure you’ll get the meaning that his research has yielded.
...And then, he’ll assert himself, saying he has studied the poem for years.
...He’ll say that he has studied all of the poet’s previous and latter works as well,
...and also the poet’s life, overall and at the time.
...He’ll say that he has contemplated every definition of every word
......and the definition of each phrase.
...He’ll say that he has thought about every word that could have been used,
......and why they were not.
...He’ll say that he has interrogated every line, sentence, and clause,
......and that now, with all this research and knowledge,
......he’ll say that he, without a doubt, knows the meaning of this poem.
...And if you don’t believe him, you can look it up;
...people trusted him enough to write the books, after all.

So many different answers, but the question still stands:
What is the meaning of this poem?


Well, that depends on who you ask.

[Lycanthrope]

Ne're an answer's ghost I find
do swim the waters of my mind
sew fortunes seed on future's shore
and turn out to the sea no more
For dangers lurk in waters deep
And the wise do riches, reap.