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  • #46
    I dont recall seeing this thread before. But i havent been in a real writing mood for ages. Maybe my memory is more selective than Id like to admit. trippy.

    Any how, Im now going to sit and think of something. Ill report back, either way.

    Cool!

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    • #47
      And so far I blow at lovey-dovey poetry.

      EW! I was writing mushy love-poems!





      Guess I'll have to call her soon.



      (ahem) Ill try to control myself and get focussed on the task at hand.

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      • #48
        Richard was annoyed
        scissors in hand, his flamed face in the other
        never cut outside the lines

        thowing his mistake into the corner
        he rest upon elbows on knees
        pursing his lip brow and mind

        Licking off a sweaty lip -
        hiding his dirty perspiration
        scouting for his elevation......

        ....guessing one of them so called 'doc-ters' would have been a better idea.

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        • #49
          .My Dying Faith
          More and More my faith keeps dying
          Don't know why...I feel like crying
          My heart hardens
          hidden in the depths of sorrow
          Broken inside
          Killing the pain in my mind
          wishing for death
          hoping for life
          but even though I try
          My faith continues to die

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          • #50
            Originally posted by babybatter
            Richard was annoyed
            scissors in hand, his flamed face in the other
            never cut outside the lines

            thowing his mistake into the corner
            he rest upon elbows on knees
            pursing his lip brow and mind

            Licking off a sweaty lip -
            hiding his dirty perspiration
            scouting for his elevation......

            ....guessing one of them so called 'doc-ters' would have been a better idea.


            I think this may be the most disturbing thing I've ever read (and I've been reading for 16 of my 18 years on the planet).
            Reality is the original Rorschach.

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            • #51
              Bump, 'cause I'm getting the urge to write.....
              Reality is the original Rorschach.

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              • #52
                Written, words that hold nothing more than what one should have said. To wit, what was spoken was once what all believed, held dear, yet let go while clutching the perception of the brevity, the ephemeral. Were something inevitable, would that we try to change it.
                Reality is the original Rorschach.

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                • #53
                  Fell free, first falls the phrase "Flattering trees is the easiest way to climb them" upon the ears of a vagrant businessman, who washed his face in the reflective skin of a glass pool table. The pockets are deep, but typically empty.
                  Reality is the original Rorschach.

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                  • #54
                    Thankless Jobs abound.
                    Mine is one.
                    There are others for other people.
                    Some are happy
                    Lucky Haberdasher.

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                    • #55
                      I can't believe this thread is still here.
                      Reality is the original Rorschach.

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                      • #56
                        Originally posted by The Eristic
                        I can't believe this thread is still here.


                        History is important.
                        .............................


                        talk is cheap

                        Not my band's site www.jubie.se

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                        • #57
                          Originally posted by Fred5


                          History is important.


                          I know, I'm a History major.
                          Reality is the original Rorschach.

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                          • #58
                            Originally posted by The Eristic


                            I know, I'm a History major.

                            Kewl. It would be even more important if we could learn more from it.

                            Btw, wouldn't it be cool to have all posts
                            ever made available for searching? I wonder if they are all gone to file heaven
                            or if they are stored somewhere?

                            Maybe the tall one knows?
                            .............................


                            talk is cheap

                            Not my band's site www.jubie.se

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                            • #59
                              An old one of mine, any comments appreciated.

                              I remember golden days
                              The sunlight breaks the morning haze
                              And sends a few undaunted rays
                              Shining down your hair
                              God, I wish that I was there
                              God, I wish that I was there
                              'Cause then I still would be with you
                              But now I know our sweet love is through

                              I remember walking miles
                              Just to see one of your smiles
                              And we'ld just sit and talk a while
                              Until the day was done
                              God, that was so much fun
                              God, that was so much fun
                              That I could only have with you
                              But now I know our sweet love is through

                              I don't know where I found the power
                              Of faith that helped me through that hour
                              When I found out our love turned sour
                              With nothing left me in its place
                              God, the tears run down my face
                              God, the tears run down my face
                              But there was nothing I could do
                              Because you'd proved our sweet love was through

                              Now maybe somewhere in L.A.
                              Or in New Yok or by the 'Frisco bay
                              There's still a couple who can say
                              That their love still flows on strong
                              God, I cannot say they're wrong
                              God, I cannot say they're wrong
                              I only say good luck to you
                              And I hope your sweet love is true.
                              Sergeant-in-Armchair, trooper #2 HCGB

                              "I know half of you half as well as I would like, and like half of you half as well as you deserve."

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                              • #60
                                Originally posted by whamtone
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                                It has a rather wistful, positive vibe to it. It would make a good folk/rock song, I think.
                                Reality is the original Rorschach.

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