New Poetry Thread

Barbershop Blues


I met a young man
At the peak of his fitness
Slew mighty lion with his bare hands
As God is my witness

*snip*

Felled a thousand foes
With the jawbone of an ass
Fell head o'er heels in love with me
And out of luck, alas

*snip*

For my head is turned
By silver coin,not muscle
He loves to tell his silly riddles
I love to hustle

*snip*

Shearing whilst he sleeps
My task is almost over
He'll curse the day that he took a
Hairdresser for a lover

*All done*
 
THE SEED
Upward it grows, the twisted vine, curling its way around my mind. Burning a path leaving death in its wake, this mindless killer, this seed of hate.
Downward it spirals, piercing my heart, consuming my thoughts, I’m breaking apart. Larger and stronger it thrives and it grows, feeding on pain it so well knows.
Up through my throat it shoots straight out, wrapping its way around and around. Cutting and tearing at tender skin, searing and painful it burrows in. Into the ground its roots take hold, my bleeding heart feeds it and stronger it grows.
Deeply entangled within the vines, you planted this seed of hate in my mind. Too enwrapped now to be cut free, cut at the vines and you’ll cut me.
So thick are they encircling me now, they raise me up above the ground. Dangling high for the world to see, which part is the vine and which part is me?
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Very evocative, Mir, very accurate.

If I'd change one thing, I'd leave the "seed of hate" till the end. Let people work it out for themselves first.

I love it, though, despite this small imperfection ;) :D
 
I've really enjoyed the recent slew of poems, especially "Remembrance", "Pressing the Flesh" and "The Seed". Kinda inspired me to write my own, along with some other inspiration.

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Amourte

I've been it all
Your master and slave

I've been it all
Noble knight and knave

Knowing such joy
Feeling such fear

Will the axe drop today?
Or maybe next year?


I've given you my heart
You've taken my soul

I pondered not the cost
I knew not the toll

That I could be usurped
And cast to the side

For some flash and glam
For the feelings you hide


I plotted the course
My aim set most true

Winding life's path
Hand in hand with you

I would always be there
No matter the time

After fleeting friends fade
And possessions lose shine


It was not what you wanted
The draw was too strong

Pleasures of the instant
To be one with the throng

Substance of character
A treasure best earned

Not yours to be had now
Shallow trifles have spurned


Still I have lingered on
desiring your embrace

Altering all of my life
And disrupting my pace

Why have I done this?
Caused myself such pain?

Am I blind or delirious?
Have I just gone insane?


I looked into myself
And what did I find?

Fool of Love
Empty of Mind
 
Big Deal

I'm the man who's greyhounds
Find it cosier in the traps
And I'm the hapless chancer
Who's luck rolls out at craps

When I bluff at poker
I always throw my hand
And when I'd thought my boat came in
It held up in quicksand

I love to back the gee-gees
But always choose the nag
And never have a chance to boast
When it comes to playing brag

"What a shame" I hear you say
"That he should have such strife"
But I just smile and in reply
Say "You should see my wife!"
 
Dirty Little Secret

In the darkness of night

We talk

As the hours pass

We wonder

As the dawn approaches

We flirt

And as the day begins

We lust
 
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Dream
Talk
Discuss
Precious Gift
You
Me
Us
As One
Decision
Final
Together
New Life
Touch
Kiss
Love
Precious Gift
You
Me
Us
As One
Nine
Months
Wait
New Life
 
A Mind Forever Wandering

Hesitant , I clutch
The wand ,
That brings forth life
and death.
All the world
A canvas
Yet my eye sees
Merely earth

Where have all my
Heroes gone
The champions of
The past?
Once my mind an
Open book
Simply blank pages
Now alas


With all the wonderous
Far-off lands
Now turned to dust
And barren
My mind begins to
Wander far
And starts to lose
All pattern

In Xanadu did
Kublai Khan
A stately pleasure
Dome decree
I'll collar me the
Same idea
But in that dome
Place me

So I shall sheath
my wand
A while and see what fate
May bring
Should inspiration
Then transpire
I'll know that rest
Is king
 
Between a rock.
I’m stuck!
I cannot move,
Trapped still and held tight,
I see where I want to be,
Just there, out of reach.

I scrabble and thrash,
I try and push but to no end,
I’m stuck here
I cannot move an inch.

So close, so close.
My finger brushes the prize,
I heave and pull,
Until I grow tired.

I’m stuck,
I cannot move
Trapped still and held tight
Maybe its not so bad here after all.
 
I knew you once.

I see you there,
Hair shaved down,
Eyes blacker than the deepest mine,
Face gaunt and shrunken.

I see you there,
Blotchy skin,
Dirty clothes stretched over your wasted body,
The smell of your unwashed self.

I knew you once.

I knew you once, but no more.
You are not dead,
But you are now gone.
 
I saw the sea shore.

I saw the sea today,
I sat upon the pebbled beach.
I sat there and I watched,
The waves rolling in,
Pushing the stones back and forth,

I watched the white foam ripple,
Far across the watery field,
I watched it ebb
I watched it flow.

I heard the sea today,
I sat upon the pebbled beach,
I sat there and I listened,
To the waters tale.

I listened as the wave crashed down,
As if the wind in a thousand trees,
I listened as it hushed the world,
And bought the fresh tide in.

I saw the sea today,
Maybe you should too.
 
Time.

It passes,
Quietly it pass’s,
Without notice it creeps by,
Always moving,
Always silent.

It makes its marks,
On stone and flesh,
On hill and field,
On home and life.

It has always been,
And will always be,
We will mark its passing,
And wait for its return.

We built machines to monitor it,
We watch it all day long,
We make poor use of it then proclaim...
“Where has it gone?”


(sorry its 4 in a row, i just wanted to post them as soon as pos' then i cant chicken out :eek: )
 
(how about a funny one?)

On a change in medication.

My eyes have gone astray,
There’s one at home,
And one away,
I can see the ceiling,
I can see the floor,
But I’m buggered if I can see the door.
I sit up in bed,
I shake my head,
My eyes they rattle and roll,
I open them up
They’re both stuck up,
Now that’s no good at all.
These little blue pills,
Supposed to make me well?
The doctor was wrong’
And if I weren’t so far gone,
I’d go kick him all the way to hell!
 
(sorry for keep posting loads, its just i'm typeing them up as i dig them out, alot of these are ones from my younger days. writen on scraps of paper or on the backs of fag packets)

Know your place.

The sky it thickens with clouds of gray,
Rolling swirling and churning away,
Stealing what little warmth had come with the day,
For now the last of the light gives way,
To the darkening clouds so heavy with rain.

The wind grows stronger with ice on its hands,
And as the first droplets reach land,
The sky gives a rumble mighty and grand,
Then a lighting flash that could make glass from sand,
I love it when nature lets us know where we stand!

(S.Ives)
 
"Tell us a story of nuclear glory:
Teach us 'bout heroes of old.
Make them attractive, and radioactive,
their deeds both inspiring and bold.


Tell of us of days that have long since departed,
When Men wandered plains at their will:
The Mutants were frightened,
The proles unenlightened,
And only the brave got the kill.


Speak to us, Teller, of worlds we have lost,
Of clouds that enveloped the Earth:
Of skies filled with rain,
And seas belching flame,
And children best killed off at birth.


Tell us, convince us, oh Keeper of Words,
That things aren't as bad as they seem:
We'll wake soon enough,
Though our sleeping was rough:
Please tell us your words were a dream!”






(Just bought an Xbox360 and have been playing way too much Fallout 3...)
 
Day break from the hill

The landscape sits below,
A blanket land of monochrome,
In the distance the city lights glow,
And the milkman now to his work goes,
The far off sound of busying roads.

The sky above begins to change,
No longer shades of metal gray,
Now pinks and oranges lead the way.
Somewhere near a cockerel calls,
As the morning mist blanket falls.

An early bird catches my eye,
Chasing insects low in the sky,
Weaving and twist as it goes by,
No wonder man always dreamt of flight,
Moments like these make me glad to be alive.

(S .Ives)
 
The noise in the dark.

I hear a noise in the dark,
Across the tree clad park,
Moon light shines in broken arks,
Through leafless branches rough with bark.

There it was again,
I strain my ears but all in vein,
But it sounds like something trapped; in pain,
Like the screeching breaks of a commuter train.

Slowly I follow the sound,
Fearful of the crisp leaves on the ground,
Yet by the screams the crunch is drowned,
The source of the racket I have found.

High it the tree twisted and fowl,
I squint my eyes; face in a scowl,
I let out sigh; almost a growl,
I’ve been deceived by a bloody screech owl!

(S.Ives)
 
(Hello All, this was inspired by the question "If you weren't a singer what else would you be?". It came to me fully formed and is the first poem I've written in years! Tell me what you think.)

In another life I might have been,

And in this life, yet still might be,

A writer...

Of poetry and prose.

Of lyrics and letters.

Of someones and somewheres.

Of mediocrecies and masterworks.

I might have written,

And yet may write...

Both histories and omens.

Both beginnings and endings.

Both wonders and terrors.

Both truths and lies.

In another life I might have been,
And in this life, yet still might be,

A Writer.

(*yep that's the title at the end ;-D )
 
As yet untitled

Her Breath is still her body cold; her secrets are left on lips untold.

Her heart is quiet, her blood like ice, trapped forever in endless night.

Her hair was dark; her skin was pale, lost in mourning a creature does wail.

Tossing his head back and keening his song, his only reason for living is gone.

Where is the girl with the light in her eyes? Her spirit rises through winter skies.

Carried up on the bitter breeze, the only sound now is of weeping of trees.

The funeral pyre begins to burn, the ashes are scattered on dirt newly turned.

Survive without her, he doesn’t know how, but only the earth will keep her now.



Not sure of a title for this one...ideas?
 
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