5 minute poetry - Page 89

Packman · 02-28-2005, 10:13 PM

I heard some people liked the first poem I wrote. I even saw a girl cry from it.

I was just wondering if anyone would mind if I posted another one? I only have one request. When I post it, if you reproduce it please keep me as the author.

Here it is.

"America The Loved"
By: Jonathan E. Pautler
wrote on 1/28/05

America my country great!
How many tears have been shed for thee?
How many soldiers standing there saluting gratefully?
How many warriors in your army marching with their guns?
How many prayers given by mothers waiting for their sons?
How many children have wondered why their fathers dead?
How much sweat has been given as oil for your head?
How much toil has been given in tribute to your feet?
How much blood has been paid for your freedoms sweet?
How many trumpet dirges given to the brave?
How many free men have lived because of the lives they gave?
How many of us protected by the wings you spread?
How many villains cower from your power dread?
I tell you now young children love your country dear.
I tell you now young men when she calls you hear!
I tell you now good parents let your children go.
So their children may be protected from horrors we don't know.
Let them renew the glory in our hollowed flag.
To give a precious symbol as in the wind it wags.
Blessed be those soldiers who cry as they solute.
Always may we stand in justice absolute!
America the Loved, surpassed only by God!
Blessed have I been to in your freedoms trod!

Amen.

This is ~ the 5th draft.

I wrote it while watching a Marine cry before the start of the Falcons vs Eagles playoff game. When the jets flew by while a small child was singing that glorious anthem in the moments while that Marines tears were falling, that is when I wrote it. I love this country. May we prosper for as long as God Blesses us. Amen.

EDIT1: Changed a small piece. It is subject to continual change.

EDIT2:By some strange piece of fate this just happens to be post #911. This was worth mentioning.

Funka Genocide · 02-28-2005, 10:29 PM

no sitting in that smokey room
no vantage point that sees
more than a few feet
in any direction

so many bodies
dancing, dancing
gently swaying to a beat
a song we don't know the words to

a song we wouldn't listen to
if we weren't here
if we had a choice
we wouldn't be dancing with each other

would we?

so lets remove all options
lets leave behind tonight
as our only time alive
in a frame like bad art

we'll fall in love and f*** like dolphins
under waves of pure emotion
then fall asleep in an unknown bed
not thinking of tomorrow

just a few hours off the ticker
we could have been standing in line
at the bank
instead we lived a little

instead we died a little.

................................................

created to stand in place
of something serious
made, or done
an action lacking

conviction
or an easy heart
pulled along a draft
of breeze

a sip from, oh
something wonderful
a sigh
and eyes of longing

four lines,
nonsense
hoping you can see me
through a closed door

loving you for trying
needing something more
always empty
nothing more

abstain from crying out
the world will strike then
when all strength is gone
they come, they come

to tell me things
oh, such things
in tones of hate and vengeance
for what?

for this?
being someone
who is nothing
but four lines

trying to say something serious

.................................................. ............

I wrote it down
I gave it voice
and I suffered for you
but its only words
I had no choice
but to do it, but to do it, oh no...

[chorus]
I had my hands in places
oh those faces
always, always over me

its ups, and its downs
and its you
oh we search, for our crowns
in the ocean
in seas so dark it hurts
and its me you're living
living, oh no...

[chorus]

take my eyes
I don't want 'em anymore
windows out and open
to a world
I'd rather leave behind
I know you have to feel
to feel, oh no...

[chorus]

Cloud Strife · 03-01-2005, 03:11 PM

Winter's breath finds him there,
Holding something he cannot share
within the bounds of reality
is the one he wishes to see...

But gone, is this dream,
and the hope is no more,
for memory is all that's left
of what they had before...

Before him lies a single flower,
A rose, so red against the dour
background of marble, words
stating a simple verse:

Here lies an angel of purity,
Kindness and love was shared by she,
A shining light for all of us...
We weep for her death, so unjust.

A tear now drops as he turns to go,
The tear hits the petal, scattering snow
that slowly falls, muffling sounds
of crying coming from all around.

Osterbaum · 03-02-2005, 06:12 AM

This poem I originally made in finnish. And as much as I hate translated poems I'm gonna make an exception here.

Ode to bed

My bed
is soft,
wide,
calm,
my own

My bed is
my safe place
my escape route
my kingdom
my own

I sleep in my bed
I escape to it
from the world and
its goings
its madness
Desperate is
the world and
Me

In my bed I am
safe,
hidden from the world
and myself

I hide and
run
from reality
it is not soft
as my bed is
I sleep in it
now
and always
as often as
I can

Good night...

I have taken it in to a habit to write poems in finnish rather than in english so from now on if I post more poems I will let you know if it's a translated poem or a originally english one.

WanderingActor · 03-02-2005, 09:53 AM

Goodnight, to every little hour that we
Spent together, embracing thoughts of laughter as we
Drift off, to meet again antother
Day we shall soon fall to prey against this winter.

The sun will shine, on all the time we
Left alone, waiting for us to climb the
Trees of stone, and clouds unknown;
Goodnight, my love.

***RaiRai*** · 03-02-2005, 02:04 PM

I shake my head
He shakes his too
My arguement made
my patience through
He battles on
with words of naught
I won't accept
the lies he's bought
I hear the tone
Rise and fall
say one word
and risk it all
an entire speech
failed at that time
he lost his life
and threatened mine
his very meaning
gone in a flash
turned away in anger
I know he'll be back.

Funka Genocide · 03-02-2005, 11:38 PM

get to the point
slice right to the meat
leave me nothing
to ask about
only certainty
and promises

or nothing

no net
to catch a fall
thats coming
I could live with that
no excuses
no remorse

no future

only cowards
crave eternity
we are young
so sure
we won't ever
be alone

only lonely

like a child
on rainy days
there is no hope
until tomorrow
until we get what we want
god, we are so stupid

and smiling

BlackMageGirl! · 03-03-2005, 12:12 AM

I have been meaning to write this poem for some time. This is a true story, if taken a little out of context. The bridge, the flowers...all of it.

"White flowers"

Crossing the bridge, reach the middle
Drop those flowers in your hand
The ones you found unexpectedly
Walking the path of routine
On the carpeted hallway floor

Brief flashes of the mind
White as the falling petals
...a first beginning...
...the first fight....
...the final break...

And the flowers he gave
Turned black and blue of promises
Never kept, never strong
Words of caressing
Turned words of spite
...of bruised pride

As she leans on the edge
Of that bridge in the forest
She watches the petals fall away
The long sleeves don't cover all of them
The words of spoken yesterday

Quiet as the water falling
From her crystal eyes
The wish that goes across her lips
I hope you've moved on....
....as I have.

Funka Genocide · 03-04-2005, 02:15 AM

drop it
leave it be and let it go
whatever it may be
just let it go...

insecure?
yeah, sure
but I'm nice too
at least as nice as anyone else

crazy?
just a little
but in a good way
I'm still here

my sanity intact
my soul still mostly light
my face better than average
and I smile somewhat often

no delusions of perfection
but I aim for the stars
in everything
I've got potential

a shade of cynicism
but not a hint of sarcasm
and more truth
than anyone has a right to

and love
so much its overflowing
for everything
for everyone

this is me
an honest look
though kind
myself, in a good light

***RaiRai*** · 03-05-2005, 10:43 AM

Incomplete

As sands fall through my fingertips
my whole world slips away
like the hourglass of loneliness
in solitude I'll stay
Without his hand to guide me
without his heart to be my light
I'll live on, in darkness
until he makes that flight
So incomplete and empty
I'll walk these roads alone
As only half of me
these tears I've come to know
Some day I'll walk across sands
and they won't fall beneath me
but for now, my footprints fade away
because he can't complete me.

02-28-2005, 10:13 PM	#881
Packman FF Addict Level 10 Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Southern Illinois Posts: 181	America The Loved. I heard some people liked the first poem I wrote. I even saw a girl cry from it. I was just wondering if anyone would mind if I posted another one? I only have one request. When I post it, if you reproduce it please keep me as the author. Here it is. "America The Loved" By: Jonathan E. Pautler wrote on 1/28/05 America my country great! How many tears have been shed for thee? How many soldiers standing there saluting gratefully? How many warriors in your army marching with their guns? How many prayers given by mothers waiting for their sons? How many children have wondered why their fathers dead? How much sweat has been given as oil for your head? How much toil has been given in tribute to your feet? How much blood has been paid for your freedoms sweet? How many trumpet dirges given to the brave? How many free men have lived because of the lives they gave? How many of us protected by the wings you spread? How many villains cower from your power dread? I tell you now young children love your country dear. I tell you now young men when she calls you hear! I tell you now good parents let your children go. So their children may be protected from horrors we don't know. Let them renew the glory in our hollowed flag. To give a precious symbol as in the wind it wags. Blessed be those soldiers who cry as they solute. Always may we stand in justice absolute! America the Loved, surpassed only by God! Blessed have I been to in your freedoms trod! Amen. This is ~ the 5th draft. I wrote it while watching a Marine cry before the start of the Falcons vs Eagles playoff game. When the jets flew by while a small child was singing that glorious anthem in the moments while that Marines tears were falling, that is when I wrote it. I love this country. May we prosper for as long as God Blesses us. Amen. EDIT1: Changed a small piece. It is subject to continual change. EDIT2:By some strange piece of fate this just happens to be post #911. This was worth mentioning. __________________ :fighter: "I Like Swords!!!" :bmage: "Shutup!" Guess What Happens Next? Garland True Love! We have wonderful Mods!!! Last edited by Packman; 02-28-2005 at 10:17 PM.

02-28-2005, 10:29 PM	#882
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	no sitting in that smokey room no vantage point that sees more than a few feet in any direction so many bodies dancing, dancing gently swaying to a beat a song we don't know the words to a song we wouldn't listen to if we weren't here if we had a choice we wouldn't be dancing with each other would we? so lets remove all options lets leave behind tonight as our only time alive in a frame like bad art we'll fall in love and f*** like dolphins under waves of pure emotion then fall asleep in an unknown bed not thinking of tomorrow just a few hours off the ticker we could have been standing in line at the bank instead we lived a little instead we died a little. ................................................ created to stand in place of something serious made, or done an action lacking conviction or an easy heart pulled along a draft of breeze a sip from, oh something wonderful a sigh and eyes of longing four lines, nonsense hoping you can see me through a closed door loving you for trying needing something more always empty nothing more abstain from crying out the world will strike then when all strength is gone they come, they come to tell me things oh, such things in tones of hate and vengeance for what? for this? being someone who is nothing but four lines trying to say something serious .................................................. ............ I wrote it down I gave it voice and I suffered for you but its only words I had no choice but to do it, but to do it, oh no... [chorus] I had my hands in places oh those faces always, always over me its ups, and its downs and its you oh we search, for our crowns in the ocean in seas so dark it hurts and its me you're living living, oh no... [chorus] take my eyes I don't want 'em anymore windows out and open to a world I'd rather leave behind I know you have to feel to feel, oh no... [chorus] Last edited by Funka Genocide; 03-01-2005 at 06:41 AM.

03-01-2005, 03:11 PM	#883
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Winter's breath finds him there, Holding something he cannot share within the bounds of reality is the one he wishes to see... But gone, is this dream, and the hope is no more, for memory is all that's left of what they had before... Before him lies a single flower, A rose, so red against the dour background of marble, words stating a simple verse: Here lies an angel of purity, Kindness and love was shared by she, A shining light for all of us... We weep for her death, so unjust. A tear now drops as he turns to go, The tear hits the petal, scattering snow that slowly falls, muffling sounds of crying coming from all around. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

03-02-2005, 06:12 AM	#884
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	This poem I originally made in finnish. And as much as I hate translated poems I'm gonna make an exception here. Ode to bed My bed is soft, wide, calm, my own My bed is my safe place my escape route my kingdom my own I sleep in my bed I escape to it from the world and its goings its madness Desperate is the world and Me In my bed I am safe, hidden from the world and myself I hide and run from reality it is not soft as my bed is I sleep in it now and always as often as I can Good night... I have taken it in to a habit to write poems in finnish rather than in english so from now on if I post more poems I will let you know if it's a translated poem or a originally english one. __________________ D is for Dirty Commie! Last edited by Osterbaum; 03-02-2005 at 01:24 PM.

03-02-2005, 09:53 AM	#885
WanderingActor I feel free Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: Drifting through life, floating in Austin Posts: 520	Goodnight, to every little hour that we Spent together, embracing thoughts of laughter as we Drift off, to meet again antother Day we shall soon fall to prey against this winter. The sun will shine, on all the time we Left alone, waiting for us to climb the Trees of stone, and clouds unknown; Goodnight, my love. __________________ it's 4:20 somewhere.

03-02-2005, 02:04 PM	#886
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	I shake my head He shakes his too My arguement made my patience through He battles on with words of naught I won't accept the lies he's bought I hear the tone Rise and fall say one word and risk it all an entire speech failed at that time he lost his life and threatened mine his very meaning gone in a flash turned away in anger I know he'll be back. __________________ I AM FURIOUS

03-02-2005, 11:38 PM	#887
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	get to the point slice right to the meat leave me nothing to ask about only certainty and promises or nothing no net to catch a fall thats coming I could live with that no excuses no remorse no future only cowards crave eternity we are young so sure we won't ever be alone only lonely like a child on rainy days there is no hope until tomorrow until we get what we want god, we are so stupid and smiling

03-03-2005, 12:12 AM	#888
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	1,000 post poem I have been meaning to write this poem for some time. This is a true story, if taken a little out of context. The bridge, the flowers...all of it. "White flowers" Crossing the bridge, reach the middle Drop those flowers in your hand The ones you found unexpectedly Walking the path of routine On the carpeted hallway floor Brief flashes of the mind White as the falling petals ...a first beginning... ...the first fight.... ...the final break... And the flowers he gave Turned black and blue of promises Never kept, never strong Words of caressing Turned words of spite ...of bruised pride As she leans on the edge Of that bridge in the forest She watches the petals fall away The long sleeves don't cover all of them The words of spoken yesterday Quiet as the water falling From her crystal eyes The wish that goes across her lips I hope you've moved on.... ....as I have.

03-04-2005, 02:15 AM	#889
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	A Good Light drop it leave it be and let it go whatever it may be just let it go... insecure? yeah, sure but I'm nice too at least as nice as anyone else crazy? just a little but in a good way I'm still here my sanity intact my soul still mostly light my face better than average and I smile somewhat often no delusions of perfection but I aim for the stars in everything I've got potential a shade of cynicism but not a hint of sarcasm and more truth than anyone has a right to and love so much its overflowing for everything for everyone this is me an honest look though kind myself, in a good light

03-05-2005, 10:43 AM	#890
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Incomplete As sands fall through my fingertips my whole world slips away like the hourglass of loneliness in solitude I'll stay Without his hand to guide me without his heart to be my light I'll live on, in darkness until he makes that flight So incomplete and empty I'll walk these roads alone As only half of me these tears I've come to know Some day I'll walk across sands and they won't fall beneath me but for now, my footprints fade away because he can't complete me. __________________ I AM FURIOUS