Let's play a game... called um Poetry Rejects
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MonaVox
Rock n' Roll Doggie
[color=royal blue]LMAOOOO Monovox sounds like a company that makes TVs. ok[/color]daafish said:
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SkeeK
The Original, Rock n' Roll Doggie, VIP PASS
Hmmm... here's some stuff I have kicking around, some is good, some is not so good.
Eyes flicker across the page,
gently trace the shapes and line.
Black and white spills over
into the search for life.
The wind settles over the empty night
A white tide recedes from mud and mangled grass
Winter?s burdens flow away on wings of healing light
No more than this?
Twenty years of frozen memories
Collected and distilled
In rows of urns upon a shelf
Dreams I wished were real, and realities I wished were dreams
And here's an interesting poem, you can watch as it gets of to its start, then sputters and dies. It still amuses me. I think it has some potential, but as it stands obviously ain't cohesive and a rather bit tacky.
Dry dusty streets stretch on
Boot cleats worn by countless miles
I trudge unendingly
Golden rays soak cyan sky
Gulls twirl and twist aloft
But I, below, make meagre pace
Somewhere someone is waiting for
A prince or hero, a wish made whole.
I have travelled long,
From far beyond I?ve come to you
I cannot conceive to fulfil a dream
I do not dare to think myself a prince
My presence cannot bring you every joy
So I cannot hope that you may whatever.
And this is where my mind runs dry.
Of things to say, of things to tell
Eyes flicker across the page,
gently trace the shapes and line.
Black and white spills over
into the search for life.
The wind settles over the empty night
A white tide recedes from mud and mangled grass
Winter?s burdens flow away on wings of healing light
No more than this?
Twenty years of frozen memories
Collected and distilled
In rows of urns upon a shelf
Dreams I wished were real, and realities I wished were dreams
And here's an interesting poem, you can watch as it gets of to its start, then sputters and dies. It still amuses me. I think it has some potential, but as it stands obviously ain't cohesive and a rather bit tacky.
Dry dusty streets stretch on
Boot cleats worn by countless miles
I trudge unendingly
Golden rays soak cyan sky
Gulls twirl and twist aloft
But I, below, make meagre pace
Somewhere someone is waiting for
A prince or hero, a wish made whole.
I have travelled long,
From far beyond I?ve come to you
I cannot conceive to fulfil a dream
I do not dare to think myself a prince
My presence cannot bring you every joy
So I cannot hope that you may whatever.
And this is where my mind runs dry.
Of things to say, of things to tell
foray
Rock n' Roll Doggie
SkeeK said:
Title: On the Eve of Creation
The ground heaved beneath the snow
until a white tide withdrew from the mire
and the wind breathed over the night
and into a woman born from dust to lust.
I think I butchered your lines there, Skeek.
foray
Kieran McConville
ONE love, blood, life
They seemed like good ideas at the time, had they not been so shite:
Are you motivated and dynamic
like you know you oughta be
Do you love your life like a worker bee?
And they drove home through the rain
And they drove home like a coffee stain
Do you live in a bowl
where the fish are deaf and blind
like an old friend's pity
when you say you're about to die
Pretty cheery eh. I so don't want to write like that again.
Are you motivated and dynamic
like you know you oughta be
Do you love your life like a worker bee?
And they drove home through the rain
And they drove home like a coffee stain
Do you live in a bowl
where the fish are deaf and blind
like an old friend's pity
when you say you're about to die
Pretty cheery eh. I so don't want to write like that again.
froggie
The Fly
I'm new and this is my first post, but I've got some laughable ones:
And never is always assumed
But never is always proved
My life is an endless cycle
Of periodic disaster
Why don't we form a club?
Call it "People We Don't Know That We Hate"
You are a new mind
Yet another clone
Crawling on this planet
If I lived a life of normality
I'd teach a history class
And be the only survivor of everything
Who does he thank today?
Probably the same old crowd
"well, first I'd like to thank
everyone who despises and hates me"
I have seen you somehow
In a former life
Are you my reincarnation
Are you a legacy
Could you be a someone
Could you be like me? (not TOO bad)
and finally, the world's dumbest haiku:
I have my grandpa's
nose and eyebrows, but I guess
he would like them back
And never is always assumed
But never is always proved
My life is an endless cycle
Of periodic disaster
Why don't we form a club?
Call it "People We Don't Know That We Hate"
You are a new mind
Yet another clone
Crawling on this planet
If I lived a life of normality
I'd teach a history class
And be the only survivor of everything
Who does he thank today?
Probably the same old crowd
"well, first I'd like to thank
everyone who despises and hates me"
I have seen you somehow
In a former life
Are you my reincarnation
Are you a legacy
Could you be a someone
Could you be like me? (not TOO bad)
and finally, the world's dumbest haiku:
I have my grandpa's
nose and eyebrows, but I guess
he would like them back
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