Poems!

[Smagmuck_]

I would like to know how creative the escapist is, so I'll just find out by asking for you to post poems. They could be funny, sad, anything but trollish.


There once was a girl named Sally
Who really liked to dally
So she got on Myspace
And show a pic of her face
And met a nice boy named Chase

They had much fun
And she luaghed at his puns
And they decided to meat up
So she got of her PC end emptied her cup

It quickly got dark
And she got to the park
And Chase was no where to be found

She cried all night
Until first light
She then met a squid with a quite deep voice
She picked him up and he was quite moist
But she couldn't get a clue
That is was actually Fucking Cthulhu.

 

[Pimppeter2]

There once was an Escapee
Who wrote a poem with his creativity
So he decided to make a thread
And so pimppeter said
With a ever lasting breath
This has been done to death!

[sub]Sorry, but it rhythms![/sub]

 

[Kuchinawa212]

There once was a man from Peru
He dreamed of eating his shoe
And in the middle of the night
He woke with such a fright
That his dream had come true!

 

[j0z]

lol, we just started =the poem unit in my english class. Here is mine:
My "wish-I-could-turn-this-in" poem:
I hate poetry
fuck poetry I hate it
I'd rather be gay
Than have to go a day
And write poetry, I might have a fit
So I say to ALL of you:
I hate poetry
And since speech is free,
I say, go and with yourself screw!

Note, the first two lines were not written by me, and I would like to state I have nothing against gays, what they do I don't care, just don't hit on me, please.

And here is what I am going to turn in:

The GREAT Jellyfish

The moon swims across the sky,
As giant jellyfish creeps by,
I set, and stare
At the wonder that floats through the air.

But then I think to myself,
What if it is an illusion?
What if from the mountain high to the continental shelf,
All just a creation of confusion?

The sail-like leaf,
The waving sea,
The catlike thief,
Is this all in the mind of me?

Forever locked in embrace,
The sea and the sky,
The sun and moon in an eternal race,
And yet, I still ask why?

All while the great jellyfish,
The kind and noble king,
Floats ever closer to Beijing,
And away from my wish.

I release this poem under the GPL, it may be modified, repackaged, and redistributed as the end user sees fit

And yes, I appended the last note onto my actual poem.

 

[GodofDisaster]

A limerick based on my username.

There was once a knight from N.I
Whose might could make most people cry
He hated the Cucumber and loved to slumber
His only regret is, he couldn't decide on a number.

That's the best I could do, also I don't think am mighty, I just needed a word to rhyme with Knight. I.E Might.

 

[smithy1234]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who dreamed he was punching a bucket
He woke with a fright
In the middle of the night
To find that he was punching his wife!

 

[ShadeOfRed]

Poems don't need to rhyme.
Remember it with this sentence.
Avoid the rhyme, every occasion.

 

[IrishBerserker]

HMCS Huron [http://utgarda-loki.deviantart.com/art/HMCS-Huron-128315754]

 

[Florion]

<spoiler=The Ants>One day
I thought I woke up
and felt
a crawling
on my toes.

It creeped
along my feet
and up
my ankles
crawled all over
my calves
and knees
made restless skin of
all my legs
my diaphragm twitched and
my lungs,
trembling,
stood filled as it
passed
paused
as it considered
the crossroads at my collarbone
then parted
into three crawly, crawly
limbs
down my left
down my right
arms, and as
it swallowed up
my lips, I chanced
to look upon
my hands
and
saw
the

ants.


And screamed!


And into my mouth the crawling went
And "Don't be scared!" the crawling went
And "You're only dreaming" the crawling went
And "We're seeking a home" the crawling went
Not me, not me, I
hoped
choked
I tried to get up
but my feet
were not where
I left them, you see.
The crawling,
it moved them!
burned in my heart
to lose the sensation
of ankles
I thought
that in dreams, when you die
you wake up
that is that
But this is a creepy, creepy crawling of
ants
not death
so I dream!
and I dream in my dream!
I dream in my dream a dreaming
of waking up to a world
where things make sense
like choreography
and mathematics
and the combination of thirst and water
but no matter
because a dream in a dream is still just a dream
senseless as the heart.
I suppose,
I dreamed in a dream
but didn't.
I screamed in terror
but didn't.
A creepy, creepy crawling of ants moved into me
but didn't.
and that
is
the

truth.

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

I say it's the sun that's shining,
filling my world with warmth and hanging
gardens of hope and colourful
flowers all delightfully different.
How not the sun?
Could any other star make my heart burn with laughter the way it does?
There's a sunflower under every streetlamp.

But you tell me it's not the sun, but the moon
illuminating shipwrecks and lonely
islands where loss shows the pale
stars to be exactly the same.
the same. one by one. count' em.
There's a satellite under every streetlamp.

I'm afraid we're just a victim of our circumstances;
when the sun rises for me, it sets for you.
when I'm waiting for it to rise, you're waiting for it to set.

And I've got no more right to call it a sun than you've to call it a moon.
Never thought I'd see the day when the weather is too charged a topic to talk about in the elevator.

It's less about secrets and more about elephants. Less about suffocating you. I thought that if there was one person I could love without a doubt, then I could break the loneliness spell, but it turns out I can betray you too, and my trust is a fragile thing no matter how hard I pretend to give it to you.

So in my sunshine corner of "love, only with trust," is everything shared before broke that realization of no such thing nothing? No, that's not fair. Leave me to the pleading at the bridge of twilight, calling "I'm sorry?I promise I'll let you go!" and wishing you'll sing back to me sometime, sometimes
because I don't want to end up alone forever.
This is what scares me the most when I look at the moon and it looks back at me:
Reflection of the sun.

 

[delet]

My toes are white,
Oh what a fright,
It's a sign that winter is here.
Despite the lack of snow,
My toes, they know,
It's the coldest time of the year

This cold, numb pain,
With some old forgotten name,
it has only one resolve.

I must hurry to a heater,
or a shower for fear,
that my toes are gone before the snow draws near.

Truly, winter is here.

(Based on true events)

 

[Lexodus]

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2595461/1/Anthology_I_Poems
My collection of shitty poetry. For those who can't be bothered to click the link, my favourites:

Spoiler: Windsong

When the world heads inside,
I go outdoors.
I laugh as the cascading silver droplets
Sparkle in the wind, currents of the world.
I cannot see why they huddle away,
Hide under coats and hats and umbrellas,
Rather than rejoicing in the simple fact that
We are alive.

When all others are indoors,
I race the lightning across the sky.
It's like I am the only one left.
The world is mine.

So as you sit around your fire,
With a mug of hot chocolate or another drink,
I am splashing in all the puddles of the world.
After all,
Life isn't about hiding from the thunder-

It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Spoiler: Wanderlust

The road calls to my heart

My feet answer.

For what seems an age,
I traverse the broken, country roads,
Singing to the skies,
The fading light my only companion.
The rain dances on my skin,
Soaking me to the bone,
But I am unaware.

For that fleeting time,
I am the road,
And the road is me.
For how long I am gone,
I cannot say.

What I do know, however,
Is that, when the road beckons again,
Sings its sweet song and grips my heart
I will answer the call.
The wanderlust will flare and I will follow.

Spoiler: Lux Aeternis

Through rain, sleet or snow,
We shall persevere.
The spark that lives inside us
Shall not die, shall not fall silent.
Though we may be oppressed,
Broken, beaten down and destroyed,
We shall persevere.
We shall not die.

At times when it seems hopeless,
We may falter, stumble,
But our iron will remains unbending.
Our resolve shall not be overcome.
Though we may die,
Though our bodies, mere shells that they are,
May rot away,
We are more than men.
We are an idea, a hope, a dream,
And that cannot be killed.

Long after we're gone,
When we are lost to the ravages of time,
The spark will take root in a new generation.
The spark shall blossom, become more.
That spark shall become a thought,
That thought shall become a word,
And that word shall become an idea,
The very same idea we, and those before us, died to protect.

That idea will grow,
Unbound by the constrains of humanity,
And in that we shall be granted new life-
Every man, woman and child who died
Daring to believe in a better world;
A world where none suffer, are persecuted or victimized,
A world of freedom, of love,
And of life.

 

[wynnsora]

Ok, I'll pick something from my random word document full of poetry.

The Sun still Rises

We wait with bated breath
Yes we wait.
We wait for the sun to coat the horizon with gold.
We wait for the voices of thousands whom also wait.
They too wait with bated breath, their hearts pounding.
We wait for the glorious sunrise.
Our way of knowing that time still passes.
Our way of knowing that there?s hope.
Our way of knowing that we?re still alive.

 

[Lexodus]

<spoiler=The Ants>One day
I thought I woke up
and felt
a crawling
on my toes.

It creeped
along my feet
and up
my ankles
crawled all over
my calves
and knees
made restless skin of
all my legs
my diaphragm twitched and
my lungs,
trembling,
stood filled as it
passed
paused
as it considered
the crossroads at my collarbone
then parted
into three crawly, crawly
limbs
down my left
down my right
arms, and as
it swallowed up
my lips, I chanced
to look upon
my hands
and
saw
the

ants.


And screamed!


And into my mouth the crawling went
And "Don't be scared!" the crawling went
And "You're only dreaming" the crawling went
And "We're seeking a home" the crawling went
Not me, not me, I
hoped
choked
I tried to get up
but my feet
were not where
I left them, you see.
The crawling,
it moved them!
burned in my heart
to lose the sensation
of ankles
I thought
that in dreams, when you die
you wake up
that is that
But this is a creepy, creepy crawling of
ants
not death
so I dream!
and I dream in my dream!
I dream in my dream a dreaming
of waking up to a world
where things make sense
like choreography
and mathematics
and the combination of thirst and water
but no matter
because a dream in a dream is still just a dream
senseless as the heart.
I suppose,
I dreamed in a dream
but didn't.
I screamed in terror
but didn't.
A creepy, creepy crawling of ants moved into me
but didn't.
and that
is
the

truth.

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

I say it's the sun that's shining,
filling my world with warmth and hanging
gardens of hope and colourful
flowers all delightfully different.
How not the sun?
Could any other star make my heart burn with laughter the way it does?
There's a sunflower under every streetlamp.

But you tell me it's not the sun, but the moon
illuminating shipwrecks and lonely
islands where loss shows the pale
stars to be exactly the same.
the same. one by one. count' em.
There's a satellite under every streetlamp.

I'm afraid we're just a victim of our circumstances;
when the sun rises for me, it sets for you.
when I'm waiting for it to rise, you're waiting for it to set.

And I've got no more right to call it a sun than you've to call it a moon.
Never thought I'd see the day when the weather is too charged a topic to talk about in the elevator.

It's less about secrets and more about elephants. Less about suffocating you. I thought that if there was one person I could love without a doubt, then I could break the loneliness spell, but it turns out I can betray you too, and my trust is a fragile thing no matter how hard I pretend to give it to you.

So in my sunshine corner of "love, only with trust," is everything shared before broke that realization of no such thing nothing? No, that's not fair. Leave me to the pleading at the bridge of twilight, calling "I'm sorry?I promise I'll let you go!" and wishing you'll sing back to me sometime, sometimes
because I don't want to end up alone forever.
This is what scares me the most when I look at the moon and it looks back at me:
Reflection of the sun.

Wow. Publish your work, please. I want a copy of that. You made me cry (T.T)

 

[Florion]

<spoiler=The Ants>One day
I thought I woke up
and felt
a crawling
on my toes.

It creeped
along my feet
and up
my ankles
crawled all over
my calves
and knees
made restless skin of
all my legs
my diaphragm twitched and
my lungs,
trembling,
stood filled as it
passed
paused
as it considered
the crossroads at my collarbone
then parted
into three crawly, crawly
limbs
down my left
down my right
arms, and as
it swallowed up
my lips, I chanced
to look upon
my hands
and
saw
the

ants.


And screamed!


And into my mouth the crawling went
And "Don't be scared!" the crawling went
And "You're only dreaming" the crawling went
And "We're seeking a home" the crawling went
Not me, not me, I
hoped
choked
I tried to get up
but my feet
were not where
I left them, you see.
The crawling,
it moved them!
burned in my heart
to lose the sensation
of ankles
I thought
that in dreams, when you die
you wake up
that is that
But this is a creepy, creepy crawling of
ants
not death
so I dream!
and I dream in my dream!
I dream in my dream a dreaming
of waking up to a world
where things make sense
like choreography
and mathematics
and the combination of thirst and water
but no matter
because a dream in a dream is still just a dream
senseless as the heart.
I suppose,
I dreamed in a dream
but didn't.
I screamed in terror
but didn't.
A creepy, creepy crawling of ants moved into me
but didn't.
and that
is
the

truth.

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

I say it's the sun that's shining,
filling my world with warmth and hanging
gardens of hope and colourful
flowers all delightfully different.
How not the sun?
Could any other star make my heart burn with laughter the way it does?
There's a sunflower under every streetlamp.

But you tell me it's not the sun, but the moon
illuminating shipwrecks and lonely
islands where loss shows the pale
stars to be exactly the same.
the same. one by one. count' em.
There's a satellite under every streetlamp.

I'm afraid we're just a victim of our circumstances;
when the sun rises for me, it sets for you.
when I'm waiting for it to rise, you're waiting for it to set.

And I've got no more right to call it a sun than you've to call it a moon.
Never thought I'd see the day when the weather is too charged a topic to talk about in the elevator.

It's less about secrets and more about elephants. Less about suffocating you. I thought that if there was one person I could love without a doubt, then I could break the loneliness spell, but it turns out I can betray you too, and my trust is a fragile thing no matter how hard I pretend to give it to you.

So in my sunshine corner of "love, only with trust," is everything shared before broke that realization of no such thing nothing? No, that's not fair. Leave me to the pleading at the bridge of twilight, calling "I'm sorry?I promise I'll let you go!" and wishing you'll sing back to me sometime, sometimes
because I don't want to end up alone forever.
This is what scares me the most when I look at the moon and it looks back at me:
Reflection of the sun.

Wow. Publish your work, please. I want a copy of that. You made me cry (T.T)

O_O! I'm honoured... <3 Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

You seem to like the rain... it's interesting to note that in Calcutta, they all enjoy the rain (especially in the summer) because it's usually so hot. I don't know that they go out when it actually is raining, but certainly after, when it's still cool... In my friend's poetry, rain is always a symbol of relief, not sadness. =)

I like the idealism in your third poem... I wonder if humanity will die once we lose the will to work toward an ideal? Personally, I don't think we'll ever actually reach that world without suffering or persecution or victimization, but it's important to work toward it. <3

 

[Lexodus]

<spoiler=The Ants>One day
I thought I woke up
and felt
a crawling
on my toes.

It creeped
along my feet
and up
my ankles
crawled all over
my calves
and knees
made restless skin of
all my legs
my diaphragm twitched and
my lungs,
trembling,
stood filled as it
passed
paused
as it considered
the crossroads at my collarbone
then parted
into three crawly, crawly
limbs
down my left
down my right
arms, and as
it swallowed up
my lips, I chanced
to look upon
my hands
and
saw
the

ants.


And screamed!


And into my mouth the crawling went
And "Don't be scared!" the crawling went
And "You're only dreaming" the crawling went
And "We're seeking a home" the crawling went
Not me, not me, I
hoped
choked
I tried to get up
but my feet
were not where
I left them, you see.
The crawling,
it moved them!
burned in my heart
to lose the sensation
of ankles
I thought
that in dreams, when you die
you wake up
that is that
But this is a creepy, creepy crawling of
ants
not death
so I dream!
and I dream in my dream!
I dream in my dream a dreaming
of waking up to a world
where things make sense
like choreography
and mathematics
and the combination of thirst and water
but no matter
because a dream in a dream is still just a dream
senseless as the heart.
I suppose,
I dreamed in a dream
but didn't.
I screamed in terror
but didn't.
A creepy, creepy crawling of ants moved into me
but didn't.
and that
is
the

truth.

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

I say it's the sun that's shining,
filling my world with warmth and hanging
gardens of hope and colourful
flowers all delightfully different.
How not the sun?
Could any other star make my heart burn with laughter the way it does?
There's a sunflower under every streetlamp.

But you tell me it's not the sun, but the moon
illuminating shipwrecks and lonely
islands where loss shows the pale
stars to be exactly the same.
the same. one by one. count' em.
There's a satellite under every streetlamp.

I'm afraid we're just a victim of our circumstances;
when the sun rises for me, it sets for you.
when I'm waiting for it to rise, you're waiting for it to set.

And I've got no more right to call it a sun than you've to call it a moon.
Never thought I'd see the day when the weather is too charged a topic to talk about in the elevator.

It's less about secrets and more about elephants. Less about suffocating you. I thought that if there was one person I could love without a doubt, then I could break the loneliness spell, but it turns out I can betray you too, and my trust is a fragile thing no matter how hard I pretend to give it to you.

So in my sunshine corner of "love, only with trust," is everything shared before broke that realization of no such thing nothing? No, that's not fair. Leave me to the pleading at the bridge of twilight, calling "I'm sorry?I promise I'll let you go!" and wishing you'll sing back to me sometime, sometimes
because I don't want to end up alone forever.
This is what scares me the most when I look at the moon and it looks back at me:
Reflection of the sun.

Wow. Publish your work, please. I want a copy of that. You made me cry (T.T)

O_O! I'm honoured... <3 Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

You seem to like the rain... it's interesting to note that in Calcutta, they all enjoy the rain (especially in the summer) because it's usually so hot. I don't know that they go out when it actually is raining, but certainly after, when it's still cool... In my friend's poetry, rain is always a symbol of relief, not sadness. =)

I like the idealism in your third poem... I wonder if humanity will die once we lose the will to work toward an ideal? Personally, I don't think we'll ever actually reach that world without suffering or persecution or victimization, but it's important to work toward it. <3

I do, I do enjoy the rain. There's something mystical about it, almost healing (I took a long trek in Morocco when I was younger and it changed me a lot. One night, we were camping on a plateau at the very end of the dry season and I couldn't sleep. I got up to look at the view and suddenly, I felt a raindrop on my cheek. In seconds, the entire area was flooded, and, what had looked like a gully before had turned into a river, complete with waterfalls and everything. I was just so moved I couldn't do anything by stand on an island in the middle of the river and sing Amazing Grace, and to this day I don't know why that particular song. Later on, we had to cross the river when it was raining even harder and a mule got swept away, taking a load of bags with it, just going to show the awesome power on both sides of the spectrum).
The third one actually came about during the two-minute silence for Rememberance Day (after having studied Wilfred Owen for an hour in English Lit). I was alone in the library, and I began to really think what the whole thing was about. Forget the politics, forget the religious reasons, it's the drive to keep fighting in the direst situations that spoke to me, and that's what I tried to put down. Although I'm not sure if we will ever reach that world, as there will always be differences between people and some people just can't handle that, we certainly have come a long way. Even so, it is important to keep fighting, to have a dream, and maybe, just maybe, one day, that dream will become reality.

 

[eatenbyagrue]

Any way you slice it
Looks like we all jumped inside it
Said the person who started the joke
"Oh my, too soon that I have spoke"

Then we all laughed and fell
"Hi-ho", came the evening knell
Every man and woman could then tell

Gaily we walked along
Ambling on while singing a song
Merrily the time went by
Ending with our last good-bye

(and if you don't get it, read the first letter of every line)

 

[Lullabye]

Any way you slice it
Looks like we all jumped inside it
Said the person who started the joke
"Oh my, too soon that I have spoke"

Then we all laughed and fell
"Hi-ho", came the evening knell
Every man and woman could then tell

Gaily we walked along
Ambling on while singing a song
Merrily the time went by
Ending with our last good-bye

(and if you don't get it, read the first letter of every line)

[sub]FUCK YOU! I FUCKIN HATE YOU!AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!![/sub]*takes a deeeeeeeeeep breath*holds until I pass out*wakes up*
hoooooo, better.
well, i dont got much in the way of linguistic skill, but Ill give it my best shot.

Sea oh sea oh
Mine, great sea
Swing until
The waves start danc'n.....
My sails go up, and I join in
The grand waltz on the blue horiz'n.
Tomorrow you'll see
The happiest me
Having danced with great big sea.

 

[DemonicVixen]

Love
Love is the devil
Built to tempt you
Fall for its trap
Be lost to it forever
Your heart is its game
Don?t let it play
Block its soft hand
From blinding your eyes



Being in Love
Being in love is like being in heaven
The taste of their lips is like candy
The feel of their touch like petals
Their arms like a secure barrier,
Built to protect you for always


This last one i shall hide due to it being fairly graphic...READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Spoiler

Razor Cut
The slice of the blade
It cuts me deep
The blood it flows
Scarlet against the white
The numbness i feel does not fade
The pain does not reach that far
You left me here alone to die
You sacrificed my soul

(DO NOT KILL ME FOR THE LAST "POEM" I KNOW ITS NOT NICE)