Poetry Reading

sitting here alone at this table
wind gently stirring through the empty house
the breeze so cool and gentle, reminding me of you
it seems so long already that I kissed your cheek farewell
wished you bon voyage and turned my back away
you didn't see me turn again
and watch you depart towards your homebound journey
i couldn't steal away without one final, stolen glimpse
of your form, leaving.

your walk was steady and unfaltered
fascinating.
I respected your desicive stance, but curiously wondered how you did it so well.

so i sit here quiet at this table
hearing life outside the wall and only the clock ticking
reminds that life goes forward, sometimes all too fast
and i sit here recollecting our moments of weakness
and i sit here recollecting our greater moments of power
and moments of unspoken truths

goddess, you called me
a diamond in my ruff, i call you out
play god to my woman's form and
take my breath away

dance a spiral dance around in circles

love is something we crave in our lives
attention will never be positive enough, plentiful
the wind carries a scent of summer love and attention
that i will not soon forget

dance this dance with me
ride the winds and sing your songs of praise and hope
remember me

i hold the pentacle that once you sent
charged with energy, alive with friendship across the distance
no one may judge what ecompasses our spirits, what brings two people together
i faintly smile and tuck the metal to my skin where once your lips have kissed

you're missed.

dance this dance with me
ride the waves and sing your voice with pride and no regrets
remember us
remember me.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

you plagiarized something I said

join the revolution, the comparitive merit of any given pieces..? i don't know..
With more traditional writing styles we have things like meter, rhyme, imagery, etc. While you do use these things you've introduced this whole semiology of servergarble tea... call me old fashioned when developing your art, honestly thought this looked like something written in the mid 50's.. (end)sarcasm and live .001% more comfortable being utterfuckinggenious - and the herpies part is good, but whats with all the other stuff? and about how annoying computers can be thing BreAthin.g? i guess i just dont get it.. I don't create a semantic response to her current environment = computer functions and human functions juNktions Ooops, sorry... technology is giving an excuse to ignore.. I'm very anti-technology.. Ok, not very, but to me, i wish you luck and be kinda scary. be kinda scary. be kinda scary. (if it looks random to you) meaning (to me) consider this style of.. writing? a type of poetry "roses are red.." what a strange occurence. Haha “roses are red..” and lithium is genious? -- bunch of random symbols and computer stuff. Not my cup of tea. (i kind of agree) -rose is a little more artistic than most and with you entirely! good, bad, confused.. not amused. . If you can't speak it, it's not a poem. Poetry is fundamentally a spoken art form. the revolution. Poetry is ...

Accidental Demise

I can smell my worth upon your things
loneliness has sub-sided,
I don’t know what to feel anymore.
your heart has stopped beating
dust has collected in your shadow that dances in my dreams.
sixteen years ago… this day pounded with your tragic lose
the hands of a babe wrapped around the pendant that adored your neck, that day
your wince spilled over it, but your scent gave me strength

I don’t remember it
the flashing lights
the spinning tires
your Harley helmet

none of it weaves itself in my memories
only three months old… and I lost you
the accidental silence of your demise…
is all I hear today… Dad.

Dad- August 27, 1988

I'm back posting again for more feedback! Thanks to everyone who commented on my last poem, it's greatly appreciated.

Unfair

Another day gone, my hopes gone with it.
True, life is unfair, but is there no good?
Unfair so now I make my plans to quit.
I wanted to be loved but no one would.
Is kindness too much to ask of a soul?
Is compassion too hard for one to give?
I have found mankind evil on the whole,
And I no longer see a point to live.
How shall I conduct this, my suicide?
Just one bullet could be the way to go.
I know that poisons in my desk abide,
But I've heard poisons can make a death slow.
So now I say farewell to this, my life.
Farewell to all the hate, the pain, the strife.



Any feedback is wonderful, specifically if you can think of a good title. I'm not particulary pleased with the current one. Thank you so much!

i was swimming in the dark, alone,
feeling the weight of the water
take a firm grasp on my soul,
but then i saw a beacon,
a shining light on high, begging me
to swim, to fight, never
to relinquish myself to the
swell of the waves; yet,
as i swam forward and saw
what had been calling to me,
i realized that as i was defying
the immense, unyielding force
the water, the flickering light
that had entrapped me in the
soft glow of diminishing hope
was devouring my being
in its cruel, scornful embers,
and i would lose my will - and
battle - to survive, instead
abdicating what remained of myself
to a fire more harsh than the
trick with which it caught me,
and though i would eventually
pass into the fray of the murky demon,
first i would feel the agony
of this scorching flame on my flesh...

So, does anyone here write poetry?

Just a friendly reminder...

Please read the rules on the sidebar. We haven't had many problems but I just want to make sure that you know that I'm pretty lienent. Do it once and I'll just remind you about it. There hasn't been many problems with people obeying the rules but...

I need to stress that trolling falls under flaming. If you're intentionally saying stuff that will irritate, annoy or harass another user that's pretty much saying the same thing as flaming. If you're going to critize a piece of work, do it in a manner that will be constructive to the author. For example:

Instead of saying:

"You suck. You have no poetic rhythm or sense of timing. I hate you die"

You should say

"I liked the concept of the poem, but I felt if you did x y z it would be a much better poem."

If you're going to critize please include information on what the author could do better. Help is fine as long as you don't go over the line.

Now back to our regularly scheduled poems.

Hello to everyone in this community. My name is Tonii and I just recently joined LJ. Here is my first poem in this community, I hope you all like it.

"This poem is inspired by one of my sculpture pieces also caled "A Pig of a Different Color"

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Hey guys, I just joined this community so I figured I start with something pretty typical of my writing.

Today is my sister's birthday.

And judging by what she was telling me tonight.
It hasn't been the best.
Last week she said she had talked to my mom, who gave her rules for when she was with her boyfriend.
"You have to have your legs o the floor at all times".
She made it sound more like a roller-coaster, not watching a movie.
Then things got heated and before she left,
Al's hands had been around her neck.
His rationalization "I can touch you, don't tell me what to do".
So she left, spent the night with Scott, the poor girl.

After I hung up the phone, I turned it off.
My mom's background image is one of Al, stooping over and looking at the computer.
His glasses reflected the light from the screen in almost a demonic way.
And the screen went dark and I found out,
My mom will take the side of her husband over that of her daughter,
Even on her birthday.

As long as we're together
Forever
Foolish dreamer
I hope you get your wish
Miracles have happened before

Wishing star up afar
Don't fall to hard
Shooting star up afar
I'll keep dreaming wherever you are

Only a foolish dreamer could keep going
With this worried warning
Wish me well with these worried warnings
Don't get to attached
Don't let yourself be hurt
We're not attached at the hip
But Attached by the lip
For a moment
Foolish goodbye kiss
Don't be afraid to say no
Don't worry about me

Why should I be afraid to fall
Wishing star
I knew what I was in for
When I fell for you
Shooting star
It's a dream come true
Falling star
Just to be with you

When you say sweet things
I can't believe
I can't believe in anything but us
Wish on stars
I'm yours and you're mine
We're the luckiest pair
For even being one
Pull some petals
I wished for something
Not just anyone or anything
Now you're my everything

I want no one but you
You want me
I love you never sounds repetitive
When we repeat it I know they say
That it's cliche
But I don't mind
They just couldn't understand

Sweet dreams of yours, of you and me
I'll stay up, the heavens reflected in my eyes
Even they seem small and unimportant
Compared to what we share
In my eyes no one compares to you
No one ever dares to

Nothing and No one are Perfect
I'll be your Nothing
You're my No one
But who want's to be Something
I don't aspire to be Someone
When we're so Perfect together
For eachother

I fear the lonely nights
But to be alone with you
I only wish
To share a night
Lay beneath the stars
I wish you were beside me

I love you
Shooting star
I love you
I'll never be too far
To love you
One more time for emphasis
I love you
Goodnight kiss

Lover you leave me speechless
Picturing us togehter though
Speaks a thousand words
Words which leave me breathless

I lie awake in bed you're on my mind
again
I search the dark sky hoping to find
The same patch of space
Where I've wished a million times
These words on my lips
I've said a million times
I love you

We'll never stop, this will never stop
We'll never stop this, we'll never stop
Will this to never stop, We'll never stop
The stars will shine on
This will never stop
Not even when the stars burn out
Will we never stop?
I'll never stop
Let go, forget

No matter what they say
You love me like I thought I'd never dserve
They certainly have a lot to say
But you have more love than they have complaints

I love you
It's a wish come true
You love me too


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Taking cover beneath her arches, Taj Mahal tall,
We were two children laughing and playing hide and seek
With the monsoon clouds rolling in at freight train speed.

Our toes licked the warm veins tucked within the wet marble, smooth,
Cooling slick beneath our feet, and we smiled knowing the angels had won,
Wringing dry their gossamer gowns above our crowns.

That day, we did bathe in Heaven’s living waters and shone
Ethereal in the Indian sun as it peeked through the hems of their garments.
And we must have looked to God above as skaters upon the ice
Dancing atop a music box fit for a king and his queen.

~el

Disclaimer: This one is graphic. Part poem, part prose, I wrote this a while ago. If you have any issues with graphic violence or any school violence triggers, you might want to skip this one.  I'm not usually in the business of explaining my work, but I wanted to warn people:

 

Your skin laps up your youth
Cool streams are running dry
While you begin to lose your edge.
Rivers are shrinking, and beds are cracking
Revealing the debris of triumphant juvenescence
Once hidden beneath the surface you used to call smooth.

~el

I should have brought my umbrella-
Steady falls the rain.
I should have stayed in bed-
The sky weeps with me today.
I should have worn my rain boots-
Puddles are scattered on the ground.
I should stand right here
And cry every tear I have in me
So they can fall like the rain.
The tears of the clouds can be the company
To my lonely tears today.

I will take a minute today
To pronounce this as the end of the world.
For every acorn that lands on my head,
I will proclaim it as the falling of the sky.
Today I will cry over every drop of spilled milk
And call every mole hill a mountain.
I will save tomorrow for pulling myself together
And every day after for moving on,
But for today- this is the end of the world.

  Her short fingers

  fleshy, human,

  ripe for picking pears and

  other soft things,

  twirl a cigarette.

  Her eyes full of laughter,

  twenty seven and the night is young.

This life.

This house.

This place.

This town.

Run away. Fight it off. Scream at the top of your lungs.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.”

I’ve got nothing to gain.

Nothing to lose.

Drink away the night with me but

BRING YOUR OWN BOOZE.         

Life means nothing.

Nobody every cared.

Run away.

It’s not like you’d care if I

NEVER CAME BACK.

Cover your tracks.

Pick up the slack.

And if you get the chance

Take it.

Unless you’re like me and 

HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS S***

I go all day with nothing to say. I just wanna run away

But I have nowhere to go. I’m at an all time low.

But there’s no getting out. I wanna shout

“THIS IS WHAT I’M ABOUT”

Take it or leave it. This is who I am.

Love me or hate me; I don’t care anymore.

It’s not like you matter.

You never cared.

And it’s not like you ever will.

Hating myself has become an obsession.
I consume colors, and breath like a dragon.
I seal tight my bitter aggression.
And bleed poems past sutured incisions.
My skin's soaked in flames,
the bones have dried away
to nothing, and I am that 
which isn't spoken. I am pain.

remember what it was like to sleep at night?
yeah, neither do I.
take another hit, breathe deep another LI(n)E
anything to just shut off the noise in between my ears
cars crashing into houses
hospitals on fire
the easiest answers are for cowards (and I'm a cheater)
the sheep waiting for the eventual big bad wolf
this is planned out and assembled
my min moves much faster than anyone realizes
I obsess over ways to make it seem more bright
or less alive, depending on your (my) point of view
robing hood, only in reverse
selfish and self centered
sundials in our eyes
is it all really just a joke waiting for a punchline?
fast forward the midas touch
right to the lonliness and isolation
that's the way it feels inside my head right now (is forever)
if this wasn't complicated, it wouldn't make sense
i can make a mess out of the best (your) intentions
write me off as a business expense
take tears, make wars
i'm not as genuine or as honest as I'd like you (and me) to believe
rumors spread like wildfires though loose lips
I'll make you rep(EAT) your words

Digging ditches with his heavy hands

Heavy hands he beats his wall up with

His wall blood red from past disappointments

Past disappointments brought up by memories of his lost love

His lost love gone and in relief that she isn’t stuck with him

Being stuck with him would leave her in nothing but scars

Scars up and down her neck from his bottle of Jack

His bottle of Jack seems to always be half empty

Half empty just like is life

His life; built on a structure of failure and alcohol

Failure and alcohol is all he can depend on now

Come on kids play your kazoos out in the streets

Hum those sweet tunes down till you find your home

Take a rock in your right hand and your kazoo in the left

Lets all make a stop at the local corporate office

Raise your right hands and throw, throw, throw!

Make sure you hit a CEO

Keep on humming and lets make our way out of here

Run home kids, run to your mamas

Tell your family’s what you did

It’s okay to brag sometimes

What a beautiful day to have my feet surrounded by glass

I love to hear a child’s kazoo play as I hear the sirens get closer

So tonight all I got to do is run

I have to find me a big old oak tree

So I can hide with all the sparrows

I’ll be able to wake up to their songs as I play my old kazoo

I utter too many “I wishes”

My false hope can interest others, but for me it just makes me think

How could it be that us humans wish so much?

We know that most the time it won’t come true

Truth is something devastating to hear by most and enlightening for very few

I watch mothers encourage their children to throw change in a pond

I just love how we teach our children lies

Follow your dreams and you can touch the sky

I say follow your dreams and end up in the gutter singing songs from the past

No one would understand your words through your drunken slurs

All we are raising are overweight and under talented children

I’m not saying that our children are worse than the past’s children

I’m just saying that us as a society are transgressing

We are falling deeper in so called “hell”

Nothing for me to do, so I guess I’ll just sit in front of the tube and rot

Since I’m ever so full of pride in my country or lets just say the entire world

Let’s sit all day and marinate in one another’s splendor

We could watch the birds play the sticks like fiddles; flying up and down the sticks in a dance like fashion

For once let’s do something for pleasure not for outcome

Maybe I’ll play you a song

I know I’m not much of a musician, but I’ll try just to see you smile

I’ll make my voice echo through your bones

Watch my cheeks bunch up when I attempt to hit every note

I’ll play anything you want to hear

Bluegrass that makes lye on the porch all day smelling the scent of fresh wood

Folk that brings you back childhood memories of bliss and games in the grass that you played

Rock that makes you want to jump up and dance with no rhythm as you start to fall on me

Maybe I’ll play you some cabaret as you smoke that joint in the front yard with no care of getting caught

Come on I’ll play you anything

Just sit with me all day with no worries and big dreams

Dreams of love and all that mushy crap

We can let our skins burn in the heat

Watch my lips start to blister, it’s worth it just to sit with you

Just give me a day and I’ll do anything for you, no matter how foolish or degrading

You spat in my face and beat me down with your boot

They watched me in pain and all I got was a chuckle

All I could do was watch you

I didn’t care that I was going to die

Everything was fading from my eyes

Blue veins on my skin turned red when the started to break

Smiles of others and all their friends surrounded my gaze

This nightmare is a dream and you are my reality

Sooner than later I’ll watch the light pollution become filled with inner peace

Listen to that bass play; up and down the beat hits the wall

I’m admit, I’m a bit confused about what is happening

Where is the music coming from?

My eyes open and realize that there was no boot or friends

There was no music hitting the walls

So what does that make you?

I know you are real, but why is it that you aren’t by my side

Being forever stuck in a daze can get confusing

The imperfection of perfection is too much for me to want for this world

The ugly souls with pretty faces and perfect personalities walk by an old tree covered with moss and say, “What an ugly tree, lets cut it down and make it into a table.”

The tears shed from the “bad” never are recognized

Today’s youth are taught to taunt and teased, just turn on the T.V.

People seem to care about things made by man more than natural gifts of the Earth

Old and forgotten is how people treat most things that they can’t use in their SUV’s

Pretty models are seen everywhere and treated like goddess’, but single mothers working two jobs to support their family are invisible to most

Teachers aren’t aloud to teach children the truth about politics and past misfortunes

Why should I care anymore?

Bending everyone’s minds to open up and not be so ignorant seems near to impossible

I shall not bother and keep on walking down my bleak world with my mouth shut and my eyes open, unlike most

A familiar darkness surrounds the room

Aroma of pain and agony fills the air

Hopelessness and disappointment washes over her body

 Drowning her in its sorrows

Looking at the picture of the ones she loves

Knowing she will never achieve what they think is possible for her

She picks up the object to set her mind free

Inching it closer to her head

With every inch her heart races

Faster

Stronger

A sweet sensation of the end is near

Its sweet sound echoes in the air

And then…

Darkness falls.

An Anarchy Poem

The shackles of your old system are gone.
I unlocked them with these special keys.
Everyone! Everyone come, step this way.
I'd like to welcome you all to the land of Do As You Please.

Here the only government is no government.
True freedom is here to stay.
No one is going to tell you how to live anymore.
Anarchy is the word of the day!

"But sir," you ask, "isn't anarchy just violent chaos?"
ANOTHER LIE! Purported by the media to add to their wealth.
Anarchy means simply: without rulers.
It is the foundation of governing thine own self.

So hang your monarchs and politicians.
Burn their castles and White Houses to the ground.
No longer will we believe the lies of their leadership and necessity.
We'll all be better off once they're no longer around.

PN