The Poetry thread!

[TheHoff!]

Lets all be creative bastards and write a darn good poem. Jolly ho I'll start it off.



Images of my screaming demons flicker in the moonlight
Staring through glazed eyes into my putrid soul
They cavern through the guilt and recriminations
Until they are face to face with my past, present and future

Shining brightly under the glare of fiery ghouls
Circling me
Judging me
Analysing my faults and past indiscretions

Laid bare beneath the unforgiving night sky
While vultures pick at my remorse
Wolves with bared fangs chew on my regrets
Anguish, misery and lost moments consume me

Then silence
My demons slide back into the shadows
I am all on me lonesome like
To be comforted by a glimpse of happiness that slyly seeps through





Haha it's a bit cheesy but still. Now it's youse ****ers turn to get all poetic and ****...be inspired bitches!

[Piggu]

I don't write poetry but I enjoy reading it.

*observing*

[TheHoff!]

Go on Piggu...have a go.

[K-DOGG]

Not hi-jacking your thread, G.L.; but I thought I'd post a poem I alway found poignant. Hope you don't mind.


The Night has a Thousand Eyes
And the Day but One;
Yet,the Light of the Bright World Dies
With the Setting Sun.

The Mind has a Thousand Eyes
And the Heart but One;
Yet, the Light of a Whole Life Dies
When Love is Done.


I will contribute to the "community poem" when I've got more time to play on the computer....promise.

[K-DOGG]

Lets all be creative bastards and write a darn good poem. Jolly ho I'll start it off.



Images of my screaming demons flicker in the moonlight
Staring through glazed eyes into my putrid soul
They cavern through the guilt and recriminations
Until they are face to face with my past, present and future

All I am shines brightly under the glare of fiery ghouls
Circling me
Judging me
Analysing my faults and past indiscretions

I am laid bare beneath the unforgiving night sky
While vultures pick at my remorse
Wolves with bared fangs chew on my regrets
Anguish, misery and lost moments consume me

Then silence
My demons slide back into the shadows
I am alone
To be comforted by a glimpse of happiness that slyly seeps through





Haha it's a bit cheesy but still. Now it's youse ****ers turn to get all poetic and ****...be inspired bitches!

(for the record, that's good stuff....but I'll try, though not poetic by nature, at least not along these lines)..but here goes:

Is it real, or merely a dream;
These nightmares causing me to writhe in self-loathing,
These images that torment my existance?
Why must I feel the sting of their arrows?

Why must I hear the screams of my own shortcomings through other ears?
Who are these demons,
These tormentors,
this court?

As I lay there in the mist with the stars invisible
beyond the earthly veil before me,
The song of the wipperwill screaches in the darkness,
"WEEE!! WEEEE!!! WEEE!!!"

A chill of discontent in my very being
slithers beneath my skin as my eyes turn inward
and my thoughts travel through time,
Envisioning all who walked before me, all who breathed the same air I now inhale.

[The Noose]

Based on a true story. Not exactly subtle.

Beyond thin whisps of flesh that blind me I hear the skank of my past actions.
A fog of purfume I once flew with now burns and gags me, making my penis shrivel and heart blacken.
I cannot sink into that witches memory, her vison of poison and baited steel vagina still make my scars weep and corrupt my already broken soul.
Still the thought of her overgrown pubic region haunts me.
She never took a blade to that cursed forrest.
My pleads always being mocked.
My tounge caked in her unholy excretions.
Only now from afar can I admire her vulgar positions.
I can see I am a fly.
Buzzing around her spread eagled carcass.
Only the sick are seduced by her tears that she spews out.
Seducing men and money like a plunger seduces **** from a blocked toliet!
DAMN HER!
LEAVE ME ALONE U ****ING PSYCHO *****!!!
etc.

Whoops. Got all personal towards the end. Anger and disgust arent poetic.



Anyone got any less depressing poems?

[Exige Jr]

Brrrappp.

There once was a man from Darjeiling.
He had an extraordinary feeling.
He slipped down a trap.
Landed on his crack.
...Ended up with a fanny flap.

[The Noose]

Brrrappp.

There once was a man from Darjeiling.
He had an extraordinary feeling.
He slipped down a trap.
Landed on his crack.
...Ended up with a fanny flap.

The end is meant to rhyme with the beginning u bloody philistine.

[Exige Jr]

The end is meant to rhyme with the beginning u bloody philistine.

Is it now? So a poem has to rhyme?

[K-DOGG]

Based on a true story. Not exactly subtle.

Beyond thin whisps of flesh that blind me I hear the skank of my past actions.
A fog of purfume I once flew with now burns and gags me, making my penis shrivel and heart blacken.
I cannot sink into that witches memory, her vison of poison and baited steel vagina still make my scars weep and corrupt my already broken soul.
Still the thought of her overgrown pubic region haunts me.
She never took a blade to that cursed forrest.
My pleads always being mocked.
My tounge caked in her unholy excretions.
Only now from afar can I admire her vulgar positions.
I can see I am a fly.
Buzzing around her spread eagled carcass.
Only the sick are seduced by her tears that she spews out.
Seducing men and money like a plunger seduces **** from a blocked toliet!
DAMN HER!
LEAVE ME ALONE U ****ING PSYCHO *****!!!
etc.

Whoops. Got all personal towards the end. Anger and disgust arent poetic.



Anyone got any less depressing poems?

Anger and disgust are emotions; and therefore, Poetic, by my understanding. And the end, actually is a big explanation point, to me.

Nice. Grotesque; but nice.