just poetry

[D+F+P=Hadouken!]

This is a thread for poetry. No gimmicks, no rules, just quality poetry. Cornflower, no sex.

I feel the pop, beneath my knee
Thoughts through my mind, will I ever be free?
I cannot walk, I strain to talk
It starts to swell, My work for naught, all to hell
my will is broken, tears paint the floor
will I ever run again?

[cornflower]

Hey! I'm offended

[HillBilly]

sex is good. why say no?

[esskreemr]

She weeps her tears
the day is lost,
her love lies cold
'pon fields of frost,
the artic air
with winter's hew,
breathe's forth it's
cold and icey dew,
'cross meadows red
with slain men's blood,
so else may live
they held the flood,
of enemy force
they stood and fought,
and so with death
more life was bought.

Far from there
upon her bed,
the love of one
lay down her head,
she weeps for love
of lover lost,
the tangled sheets
from where she's tossed,
caress her shivering
sobbing form,
as she weathers
her grief-filled storm,
and so close eyes
red-rimmed and wet,
she fights the void
of sleep and yet,
the sands of slumber
drag her down,
as darkness falls
on furrowed brow.

Her breathing's fast
and yet she grins
she feels her lover's
hold again,
she smells his scent
she hears his voice,
o'er the hammer
of her heart's noise,
he whispers softly
and calls her name,
knowing that
his short time wanes,

Time leads home
and home is here,
within my arms
I hold you dear,
within my arms
I hold all life,
the end of pain
the end of strife,
yet I must leave
for life has fled,
even now
I feel death's thread,
So must I leave
and leave I will,
but you should know
I love you still,
take heart my love
hear my last breath,
my love for you
ends not in death.

And with a sigh
he leaves his life,
she lays asleep
and feels the knife,
that cuts the link
the mortal thread,
and leaves her true love dead.

And so she wakes
eyes open wide,
she knows the truth
her love has died,
and yet the grief
does not consume,
for she can feel
within her womb,
that he has left
not just a kiss
but a seed of hope
a seed of bliss,
so though she's sad
the tears turn dry,
she no longer feels
the need to cry,
one life sparks
another ends,
and life's full circle
is whole again.


---- Inspired by LOTR and my friend 'Gumi...

[D+F+P=Hadouken!]

Nothing against cornflower or her favorite topic, but this is a thread I want to keep clean. Conflower can go write orgasm poems in another thread.

[HillBilly]

so far there's been two poems.... here's a little ditty i wrote two seconds ago:

Oh, there was an old man of Hadouken
Who in his boots was quite shakin
He told colnflower to fix
while talkin' about college chicks
oh that sad man of Hadouken

Nothing personal, of course

[esskreemr]

Now that I have written and published (on the web) a poem, I feel that I am in a position to critique others' verse.

It's a limerick not a ditty...I'm not sure what the difference is.

hadouken (ha-doo-kehn, duh every hard core street fighter player knows that) and shakin don't rhyme.

replace "while talkin' about college chicks" with "while talkin "bout chicks" to help the rhythm.

Tsk, tsk, it's bad form to recycle words within the same verse...

[HillBilly]

please... 'twas merely in mockery of what me and DFP were talking about online thanks for the feedback though, I appreciate. and thanks for enlightening me about Hadouken, i had no bloody idea what that word meant... now i kind of do...

Allow me to make a new Limerick ( )

There was a nice man of Denelize
Who did so well to criticize
He's quite a screamer
That jolly Esskreemer
Oh that nice man of Denelize

[esskreemr]

hadouken is the sound that ken and ryu (two street fighter characters) make when they produce their special move, a flaming ball o' chi.

I'm not from denelize... now you're just making words up...

[esskreemr]

There once was a lad named hillbilly
who was looking for his lil' filly
he found her one night
and they had a big fight
'cause she said that he was so silly.

[HillBilly]

you're _supposed_ to make up the place the person comes from, mannnn

and I hate it when people call me silly. Man.

[Soldier]

Might this belong better in Fantasy Land?

[ReverseLunge]

Find em
Fork em
Feed em
Forget em
Forever

Whip it in
Whip it out
Wipe it off
worry

[Max]

I'd write some of mine but none of my poems are like other ppls. My mommy says I'm special.....

[Haze]

Poems, ok. I have several written in one of my more reflective times. This is one of the lighter ones.

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Wasted Days…?

The living room sofa is a wonderful place
To rest your eyes
Or stare into space,
Or stuff your face
Or sit and sigh
And muse about the reasons why.

With big cushions propped behind your head
Why bother going to bed
When you can stay and watch the world go by,
Or watch a film instead?

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copyright me 2003

[mrbiggs]

WOW, Haze, I love that poem. That's really good. Like REALLY good. Rep point good.

DFP, you unfortunately almost had your thread hijacked by your own Pack.

[HillBilly]

WOW, Haze, I love that poem. That's really good. Like REALLY good. Rep point good.

DFP, you unfortunately almost had your thread hijacked by your own Pack.

where?

[Sarah]

here. Hi DFP!!!

[HillBilly]

This isn't a Hi-jack... lol

[Sarah]

hehehe! A pun!