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A poem a day keeps the rhyme going.

Daithi Aaron Radcliff

X rated and animated
searching for answers that words can not say,
looking through books while being the worlds pray.
playing the game that life has gave to me,
it won't stop turning as far as i can see.
so people please let me be,
this life i have is a simple tree.
don't cut me down give me hope for tomorrow,
stop all the hatred and no more sorrows.
 

Simo

Professional Watermelon Farmer
Oh, a poetry thread! OK, one from my 'animal' series: (feedback always appreciated!)


Owl


They don’t see you
sitting perched
on the branch,
eyes still as mirrors
until it’s too late
and your thick body
swoops down
trough the tangled branches,
navigating that leafy maze
without sound,
the squirrel struggling in your talons
born aloft to his death.

We don’t see the oncoming headlights swerving over the double yellow lines
the figure in the dark
the one drink too many
the tumor before it forms
the flood before it flashes
the life running out from us.

The owl knows.

He waits for you
at night
as you toss
sweating
in dreams
where teeth crumble apart like chalk,
your vision dims to nothing
and none of the lights work.

Unable to see
or run
through the thicket of briars
piercing your legs
the ground gives way
to nothing
& you plunge
into the river rising
& snapping trees along its bank like match-sticks
as the rapids pull you under
to drown
in the covers
of the bed
where you will someday die,
caught in the talons
that have always clenched you tightly in their grip.

It is already too late.


-© Simo, 2014

Dedicated to Anne Sexton.
 

zenmaldita

always hungry
they woke me at six
mom talked to me as i slept
now im exhausted

---
this is a public service announcement
DO NOT TALK TO PEOPLE WHO ARE BARELY CONCIOUS.
 

Daithi Aaron Radcliff

X rated and animated
No time to wait
No time to waste
No time to hold
No time to hate
No time to plush
No time to shove
No time to think about a angel up above
 

Miles Marsalis

The Last DJ.
Oh, a poetry thread! OK, one from my 'animal' series: (feedback always appreciated!)


Owl


They don’t see you
sitting perched
on the branch,
eyes still as mirrors
until it’s too late
and your thick body
swoops down
trough the tangled branches,
navigating that leafy maze
without sound,
the squirrel struggling in your talons
born aloft to his death.

We don’t see the oncoming headlights swerving over the double yellow lines
the figure in the dark
the one drink too many
the tumor before it forms
the flood before it flashes
the life running out from us.

The owl knows.

He waits for you
at night
as you toss
sweating
in dreams
where teeth crumble apart like chalk,
your vision dims to nothing
and none of the lights work.

Unable to see
or run
through the thicket of briars
piercing your legs
the ground gives way
to nothing
& you plunge
into the river rising
& snapping trees along its bank like match-sticks
as the rapids pull you under
to drown
in the covers
of the bed
where you will someday die,
caught in the talons
that have always clenched you tightly in their grip.

It is already too late.


-© Simo, 2014

Dedicated to Anne Sexton.
I took this piece about mortality and the inevitability of death for us all. It also made me think about how death can often claim us at any time without any forewarning. The imagery of a predatory owl as death as was particularly poignant to me, since it is a bird of the night when we can cannot see danger and which we instinctively tend to fear.
 

Daithi Aaron Radcliff

X rated and animated
People always say that travel is never easy, but it's not like living greazy.
My best friend is a dog who can stretch into anything which is true, had a crush on a princess made of bubble gum who makes me feel blue.
Made friends with a vampire and a relationship with a flame, kissed many princess which filled me with shame.
I have seen monster and Candie people of all types and all faces, I have traveled to different places.
I have seen the past that I used to know, giving love that I used to show.
Confused about love and wish I knew my past, but finding the answers that I didn't want wouldn't last.
Met my dad and seen my mom plus show how she died, not able to hold her for real made me cry.
Lost many friends and learned how to be a man, the pain I have is hard to understand.
I found love to one person as my song was for her, she played her song for me which I'm sure.
I've seen my friends happy and seen them sad, I truly do hate to see them mad.
Holy globe have I had many adventures and made so many mistakes, I'll keep moving onwards no matter how long it takes.
We all have a quest that has yet to begin and a princess we have to defend, there will always be an adventure time as the Adventure never ends.
 

Ravofox

back to Aussie foxying!
Oh, a poetry thread! OK, one from my 'animal' series: (feedback always appreciated!)


Owl


They don’t see you
sitting perched
on the branch,
eyes still as mirrors
until it’s too late
and your thick body
swoops down
trough the tangled branches,
navigating that leafy maze
without sound,
the squirrel struggling in your talons
born aloft to his death.

We don’t see the oncoming headlights swerving over the double yellow lines
the figure in the dark
the one drink too many
the tumor before it forms
the flood before it flashes
the life running out from us.

The owl knows.

He waits for you
at night
as you toss
sweating
in dreams
where teeth crumble apart like chalk,
your vision dims to nothing
and none of the lights work.

Unable to see
or run
through the thicket of briars
piercing your legs
the ground gives way
to nothing
& you plunge
into the river rising
& snapping trees along its bank like match-sticks
as the rapids pull you under
to drown
in the covers
of the bed
where you will someday die,
caught in the talons
that have always clenched you tightly in their grip.

It is already too late.


-© Simo, 2014

Dedicated to Anne Sexton.

Don't have a poem to ad (yet) but the name Anne Sexton caught my eye, she was mentioned in litterature class once. And this poem is awsome!! Very professional, seriously:). Oh, have you heard of Theodore Roethke at all? It reminds me of some stuff he wrote, and i think you'd like him!
 
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Deleted member 111470

Guest
I wish I could write
Poems or rhymes or anything now
But I really can not
 

HistoricalyIncorrect

Well-Known Member
Hey, let's fill glassess, right to their glass top until the liquid will drop!
Our sabres are sharp, horses are ready, ram already stretched the rope!
We'll drink for fallen, we'll drink for victory and we will drink for Hetman!
We'll drink for hussars until the ground will be decorated by fallen Ottoman!

Hey, open bottles! Brave boys are coming, from the Polish greatest fields!
Make them some room now, fill up their thirsty throats! Leave on ground your heavy shields!
We'll drink for their health, we'll drink for their skill, we'll drink for their intact heads!
We'll drink for muskets, we'll drink for blackpowder, until last of the Swedes!

Hey fill the tables! Cavalry is coming! Take them of their tired horses!
Put them by tables! Fill up their glasses! Send some of it to their houses!
We'll drink for our wives, We will never let them be touched by Russian bites!
We'll drink for courage, we'll drink for fun! We will get rid of Muscovites!
 

HistoricalyIncorrect

Well-Known Member
Hmm... could be better I think
 

Wulf Canavar

"He flashed a knowing grin...."
I wrote my first Don Volpe RP post tonight after a long time, and then seeing some of the peeps on this thread, I think that's why this popped out of my head.



There once was a Maldita named Zen

Who was really quite handy with pen

She dreamed up a Volpe

And he got a golpe

The only real question was when



I tried to find a really funny ending to the joke, but this is the best I can come up with. If anyone can think of a funnier one, please post it?

@zenmaldita
@Unicon
@HistoricalyIncorrect
@Rimna
 

Foxy Emy

Scarlett / [Selena] / <Emy>
Haikus are quite strange;
they do not always make sense.
Refrigerator.

*Blep*
It's not mine, but it is my favorite haiku. I heard it from a friend... but I can't remember if she made it herself or just had it memorized from somewhere. Either way, I thought it would brighten someone's day. :)
 

HistoricalyIncorrect

Well-Known Member
I wrote my first Don Volpe RP post tonight after a long time, and then seeing some of the peeps on this thread, I think that's why this popped out of my head.



There once was a Maldita named Zen

Who was really quite handy with pen

She dreamed up a Volpe

And he got a golpe

The only real question was when



I tried to find a really funny ending to the joke, but this is the best I can come up with. If anyone can think of a funnier one, please post it?

@zenmaldita
@Unicon
@HistoricalyIncorrect
@Rimna
Me? I was nominated? But i suck at poetry :D
I will try to think of something anyway
 

Foxy Emy

Scarlett / [Selena] / <Emy>
I rewrote an old poem I lost a long time. I never forgot the moment that inspired it.

Diamonds on a Lake of Silver

I float alone,
sitting on this lake of sterling silver.

Not a footprint breaks
the immaculate snow before me.

The sting of icy iron fills my nose,
the only fragrance the cold can carry.

I cast my gaze up the ancient oak
watching the solar song’s beauty

wave and wet the crystalline treetops;
showing the diamonds’ rainbow fire in the ice above.

The diamonds formed from last night’s sleet,
slicking the roads and hardening the snow.

It made travel treacherous
keeping many away from home.

The breeze tickles my skin,
touching the tips of the treetops today.

It laps the diamonds loose,
leaving them to fall, fragile before me.

Striking the silver, they shatter,
breaking into millions more.

Click. Click. Click. The sound surrounds me
as they fall; the broken diamonds’ dust glistens like my eyes

their deaths, birthing new thoughts
like their births ended others.

I float alone

watching diamonds dance and die together
striking upon a lake of sterling silver.
 

Foxy Emy

Scarlett / [Selena] / <Emy>
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm bad at poems
How about you?

Roses are red,
they can also be orange.
Not much rhymes with that,
but some plants have a sporange.
Yes "sporange" is a word. It's a colloquialism. I used it correctly. Look it up.
I maybe... might have... had to look that up things that rhyme with "orange."
...and... what a "sporange" was.
...but now I know.
 
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Pogo

I pounce i bounce.
On the road in a few i say.
Itsa dawn of a new day.
I Yawned in a new way.
The lawn coated in dew yay.
 

Foxy Emy

Scarlett / [Selena] / <Emy>
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear;
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair...
Alright,
which one of you punks shaved him?
 

Foxy Emy

Scarlett / [Selena] / <Emy>
So, @Daithi Aaron Radcliff are doing an RP together with heavy themes around poetry. I originally wrote this one as a part of it, so I need to give him credit for inspiring me write:

Forgetting the Signs

Setting sail or sinking upon the sea,
I seek kindred spirits to save or set free.

I know the void;
I know the depths,
but, also the stars
when they are the only things left.

Yet, the lights down here dim what's above;
the stars you can't see
are stars you can't love.

So, stay with me in this dark space
where we can watch the galaxies fly into place;

forgetting the neon;
forgetting the signs,
with someone to lean on
as we forget all the the lies.

Those lights up above are always sincere.
Since, there's nothing we have that they could want;
with nothing to sell, they have nothing to flaunt.

So let's cut the power and be at rest
as within our eyes the stars are pressed.
 
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