So yeah either feel free to put in your favourite poem u have written or have read.

"Life cycle"

Life starts with a whimper and turns into a cry.

Life ends with a whimper and now you die. <(----I R EMO

"after life"

In war we kill and in life we make.

In death we give our last breath to take.

One does not care what in life you have made.

nothing will matter when your final card is played.

In order to brighten up this den of Emo-ry, I present a haiku.

"Key Lime Pie"

Key Lime Pie is Good.
Key Lime Pie Tastes Like Key Limes.
Key Lime Pie is Good.

I walked through a valley of despair that is my own life.

I turn left and i see my empty child hood.

I turn right and see my dreary future filled with disappointment and misery.

There is a bright light ahead but I dare not follow.

So I walk back. Back Into myself and the darkness that is my life. Darkness is what i have always known, Dispair and misery my closest friends.


OMG i need a razor !!! LoL

Love and death

Under stormy skies, she comes
fair as a flower, ablaze
out of the crimson haze

From the Abyss she comes
She comes for me
to set me free

with scythe in hand she comes
a shadow on the edge of my sanity
but there's more to her than eyes can see

And it doesn't matter how or when she comes
or why, because she
she comes for me

OOOH nice

What's wrong with you people? Ain't none of you commented on my haiku! For shame, didn't you ever learn poetry in 3rd grade?

Haiku is good... everoyone here was good.. My favorit poem is in finnish, so wont ut it here, unless i get a good translation...

His life has ended but their world must move on.

His stuff is still there even though he is long gone.

Even though his death has left them distraught.

They can always think of the fun time his life has brought.

The Architect of my Appetites.
By Joshua Gorsuch
The vital fluid is strangely warm to the touch of my fingers
Clinging to the skin like reunited lovers
Hateful curiosity forces my hand and I taste that awful water
Sweetness fills my stomach as I foolishly drink my fill
I choke upon my hunger, stomach gurgling in eager anticipation
The dark thirst threatening to drown a forever parched throat
Sinful etchings of cascading desire blind my lusting eyes
I feel myself fade away, lost to basest emotion
At the height of passion, a beast wears my skin
A blind slave to the waves of reluctant sensation
Forgotten is the shame of sickening addiction
Only the taste of vitae, dancing across my tongue like an idol of seduction
Life is crippled by eternally degenerative urges
Existance narrowing to a single blur of perception
All I have left is the hunger, gnawing always at the edge of my mind
Even now I feel it calling to me, begging for sickly sweet succour
Shedding the skin in sanguinous epicure
The subject of my epitath lies prostrate before me
The thirst seethes like scorching flame through my flesh
I taste fear on her lips and it pleases me
Liquid crimson paints innocent alabaster
The lust bubbles and dies, laying placated
Lips are stained ruby, still sweet as the thirst sleeps
I know my fatal appetite will only grow stronger
The body is cold, eyes glassy and dull
Breasts no longer heaving under the gentle sway of her breath
I cry and urge her to awake, but the chill of her skin freezes me
I want to cry, but no emotion stirs beneath my fascade of humanity
I killed her, as I now know I had intended all along
Drained of every last drop of her life for the sake of my delicious orgy
She lies so still beside me, so deathly still
I close my eyes and try to sleep, to reach blissful oblivion
But I cannot hide from the revelations that savage my mind
Soul-numbing truthes sweeping my sanity aside
And sickeningly I know, beyond the charitable wall of doubt
That I am the architect of my appetites
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That is not dead which eternal lies,
until strange aeons, when even death may die.

LoL chars sentence with haikus remembered me of the "how to haiku" xD

Haikus are easy
You just need 4 lines
They dont have to make sense
Refrigerator

xD

I wrote some poems too, but im not good and shy ^-^ but a friend of mine wrote a real good one called "Battlefield of life" or so..shes really talented..if i find it ill post it ^-^

H.P. Lovecraft does not count as poetry. It's sanguinous warning.

'I have been with the Earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vapourous flame,
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim
Where they roll in their horror unheeded
Without knowledge or lustre or name.'

"The Death of Santa Claus"

He's had the chest pains for weeks,
but doctors don't make house
calls to the North Pole,

he's let his Blue Cross lapse,
blood tests make him faint,
hospital gown always flap

open, waiting rooms upset
his stomach, and it's only
indigestion anyway, he thinks,

until, feeding the reindeer,
he feels as if a monster fist
has grabbed his heart and won't

stop squeezing. He can't
breathe, and the beautiful white
world he loves goes black,

and he drops on his jelly belly
in the snow and Mrs. Claus
tears out of the toy factory

wailing, and the elves wring
their little hands, and Rudolph's
nose blinks like a sad ambulance

light, and in a tract house
in Houston, Texas, I'm 8,
telling my mom that stupid

kids at school say Santa's a big
fake, and she sits with me
on our purple-flowered couch,

and takes my hand, tears
in her throat, the terrible
news rising in her eyes.

"Halloween"

The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
Round ears. At dusk it's
Lighted, the room behind it dark.
Outside, looking in, it looks like a
Pumpkin, it looks like ripeness
Is all. Kids come, beckoned by
Fingers of shadows on leaf-strewn lawns
To trick or treat. Standing at the open
Door, the sculptor, a warlock, drops
Penny candies into their bags, knowing
The message of winter: only the children,
Pretending to be ghosts, are real.

>_<

" Face down ...Ass up...

Thats the way...We like to fuck "


=P

It ryhmes doesnt it ?

"Loyal"
William Matthews

They gave him an overdose
of anesthetic, and its fog
shut down his heart in seconds.
I tried to hold him, but he was
somewhere else. For so much love
one of the principals is missing,
it's no wonder we confuse love
with longing. Oh I was thick
with both. I wanted my dog
to live forever and while I was
working on impossibilities
I wanted to live forever, too.
I wanted company and to be alone.
I wanted to know how they trash
a stiff ninety-five-pound dog
and I paid them to do it
and not tell me. What else?
I wanted a letter of apology
delivered by decrepit hand,
by someone shattered for each time
I'd had to eat pure pain. I wanted
to weep, not "like a baby,"
in gulps and breath-stretching
howls, but steadily, like an adult,
according to the fiction
that there is work to be done,
and almost inconsolably.

Here's a good one it touched my heart and soul when I heard it and i hope it does the same to you

There was an old man from Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in a fright
In the middle of the night
And found it was perfectly true.

beautiful *sighs* thats the poem I got my girlfriend with

The lycris that rhyme that touched my heart in a shocking loving way were the following...

Dj Felix Project - On the Floor

/ cry

*Wink*

I have some of my poetry posted on the link on my page, most isn't very good but I have a few that I really like. I love most anything by Robert Service.

Nostradamus doesn't count as poetry, but I still think his "predictions" are somewhat poetic...

A Pres combat & bataille nauale,
Le grand Neptun à son plus haut beffroy.
Rouge aduersaire de peur deuiendra pasle
Mettât le grâd Ocean en effroy.

After combat and naval battle,
The great Neptune in his highest belfry:
Red adversary will become pale with fear,
Putting the great Ocean in dread.


Le diuin verbe pourra à la substance,
Comprins ciel, terre, or occult au fait mystique
Corps, ame, esprit ayant toute puissance,
Tant soubs ses pieds comme au siege Celique.

The divine word will give to the sustenance,
Including heaven, earth, gold hidden in the mystic milk:
Body, soul, spirit having all power,
As much under its feet as the Heavenly see.


[[French and English FTW!]]

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

William Blake

here's a good un it's different from the man of Peru one

There was an Old Man of Peru,
Who watched his wife making a stew;
But once by mistake, in a stove she did bake,
That unfortunate Man of Peru.