Poems! (:

[4G63punk]

Summer
It is the days of sunshine
where the sun smiles brightly on Earth
giving that cozy warmth.

It is the time that we stay out late
with our sweethearts.
As night-fall arrives, the small streets shine slick black
couples crowd the aisles
the air is filled with romance
we sit under the clear night sky
speaking words of love like angels
wishing upon a star.

It is the time of the year
when we revisit the silky beaches
that we’ve always loved
and where we’d build our little sand castles.

It is the time to cherish
your loved ones

It is the season to shine
and shake off the cold memories.

It is summer...

[tayyab]

So you want everyone to post poems in this thread? Any topic in particular? Or just any?

Later, T.I.M

[suicide_star]

One way Ticket

theres nothing else left

except three bullets and an angel's voice

cold blue steel pressed against my skin

my ticket to your arms again

im begging you to wait for me

what about here? whats wrong with this?

i don't see you. i can't feel you. what's wrong with us?

i remember now. it was me all along, and nothing else.

so, what's the problem? it's hard to say

but i think we'll fix it soon

watching the time pass

just measuring when we will be back together again

and the thunder cries, i'm on my way

where'd you go? i don't see you




Not any closer.

Just turn yourself around.

There's nothing to see.

Please, don't come any closer.

Let's minimize the casualties.

I remind you of someone?

You don't look familiar to me.

Again, i say don't come closer.

There's been too many tragedies.

What's behind the curtain?

My own reflection, my biggest adversary.

That's absurd. What more can i say?

Should I lie? And scream SANCTITY?

You don't know everything.

And you remind me of me.

I beg you, not a step closer.

You're my sworn enemy.

[winner]

****ing

Somewhere here
in all this isolation
and anger
and disappointment,
I've found just a small corner
of peace.
Not a grand
boulder of it,
no gleaming giant
nugget from
the muddy stream.
Just a tiny sparkling
dab that makes
things bearable
for the moment.

I just had the compulsion
all of a sudden
to disconnect.
I was like the man
****ing into the wind
who suddenly decides
that I might
be better served
to do a 180 and
**** downwind.
No need to keep
wetting your
pant leg
time and time again,
and hell,
face it,
you're not impressing
anyone with all
that **** stream
anyway.

No, everybody else
is too busy ****ing
their own streams.
Like you, they enjoy
hearing the splatter
of their **** against
electronic walls.
So, fade away
old hoss and let them
all **** in peace,
let them expend their
used fluid essence
without the troublesome
clatter of your
own harsh effluent
smacking reality.

It's not good to
get too wound up
in anything.
I was getting too
wound up in the
posting boards.
It became like a
ritual to fire the browser up
shortly after awakening
each day and to go see
what had been said.
Sometimes, to go see
if anyone had commented
on your lately offering.
More times than not
they had not, of course,
because most were busy
****ing their owns streams,
or sometimes commenting
on the **** stream of someone
who was a big ****er.
But of course, if you're a
big ****er,
you could dribble a
couple drops down
your trouser fly
and get attaboys
out the ***.
That's the way it works
in ****ville.

So, happy trails and
happy ****ing to all.
I'm ****ing in a new
corner for the time being.
A solitary corner.
But then animals
mark their territory
with scent that way
and may that's
what I'm
doing.

link= http://www.jimchandler.net/southern/page17.html

[4G63punk]

haha cool cool.
was bored. post any random poems

[XMDrifter]

i'm a bit more depressing than that.

Disappear

Deep green eyes, fringed with sapphire and dappled with gold,
They turn away.
Delicate ears, so mischievous at times and tender when she listens,
Shut me out.
Lips a pinkish red, with a voice like a prized music box,
Close forever.
Shimmering gold hair, floating on a non-existent breeze,
Vanish behind a door.

A dark door, heavy oak and steel,
Locked.
A special key, intricate and irreplaceable,
Shattered and gone.
Scratches and gashes, pepper the keyhole,
In vain.
Broken tools, a jackhammer, a knife,
Lay broken.

And I am afraid I am about to join them.

Weekends on the Bench

Sitting on the sculpted park bench,
“Yes” she says.
Her small figure leaning, pressing
Gaze of swirling opal and emerald
Sinking deep into me
Feeding my fire

The warmth, her warmth
Follows me
Into the icy world,
As if the AC was turned low,
I still feel my heart glowing,

But then, it fades fast,
The cutting chill gashes my arms,
I feel the warmth leaving me
While I wait through the night
Wrapped tightly in blankets,
Yet still on ice…

“I can’t” she says
Tremors surge from her epicenter
The columns holding up the sky shatter
And a downpour begins,
As my hands vainly attempt to wipe away her tears
Or is it my own tears?
I scurry to escape,
But I am chained.
By memories of orange starburst,
Of cherry bottle caps, mochas, and her gaze
Her gaze of stormy seas,
And the shifting opal that is sinking through its depths
As I strain on the bonds.

[TripleXmodder(akaXXX)]

I wrote this awhile ago. I wrote in Italian also.

Pang of Conscience
(A poem by Danny Redman Jr.
(This does not Rhyme in Italian, LOL)

My son, my son
My dearest one

When evening comes and the night is dim
You’ll see yourself as you’ve always been

Laying silent in your bed
Thoughts of life spring through your head

Oh son, oh son
My rueful one

Think deep think strong
Think of all that you’ve done wrong

Feel the pain feel the loss
Feel the hurt and all it cost

Oh son, oh son
My embittered one

Take the anger let it out
Impair yourself, scream and shout

Let the rage command your head
Clench until your bodies red

And when your eyes are locked in tears
You’ll comprehend your deepest fears

Oh son, oh son
My guileless one

Delve into them and learn they’re grasp
Gaze on the nails that secure they’re hasp

Pull them pry them break them loose
wrench from your soul they’re nonage noose

Oh son, oh son
My jaded one

Relax breath free breath calm
Relax breath full breath long


And when all is still your body calm
Your waning thoughts are nearly gone


Close your eyes and drift away
You’ll wake again to a brand new day

When morning comes and the sky is bright
You’ll see yourself in a whole new light

Oh son, oh son
My mindful one

My son, my son
My dearest one


"Rimorso di coscienza"

Una poesia di Danny Redman Jr.
(This actually Ryhmes in english)

Figlio, figlio
Mio carissimo figlio

Quando giunge la sera e la notte è scura
Vedrai te stesso come sempre sei stato

Disteso in silenzio sul letto
I pensieri della vita saltano alla mente

Figlio, figlio
Mio addolorato figlio

Immergiti in pensieri lucidi e profondi
Pensa agli errori che hai commesso

Prova il dolore prova la perdita
Prova la sofferenza e il suo prezzo

Figlio, figlio
Mio amareggiato figlio

Afferra la rabbia, tirala fuori
Esternala con urla e grida fino a scoppiare

Lascia che la furia prenda il sopravvento
Non mollare la presa fino a quando il tuo corpo non diventa rosso

E quando gli occhi saranno prigionieri delle lacrime
Comprenderai le tue paure più recondite

Figlio, figlio
Mio onesto figlio

Scava dentro di esse e impara a domarle
Scruta tra le viti che chiudono i suoi lucchetti

Forzali e spezzali
strappa quei lacci che da tempo opprimono la tua anima

Figlio, figlio
Mio stanco figlio

Rilassati, respira liberamente e con calma
Rilassati, respira profondamente e a lungo


E quando tutto tace e il corpo è calmo
I pensieri, affievoliti, ti abbandoneranno


Chiudi gli occhi e lasciati trasportare
Ti sveglierai all'alba di un nuovo giorno

Quando giunge il mattino e il cielo è limpido
Vedrai te stesso sotto una nuova luce
Figlio, figlio
Mio conscio figlio

Figlio, figlio
Mio carissimo figlio

[Blade.]

I guess I shall post two on here as well.

This one is a called snow.

Snow.

The blinding white,
the cold touch of death,
this wasteland is forever known,
as something that used to be,
yet, no longer a man,
Just something stripped of life,
the scars that cross my heart,
just remind me of you,
so when you look across,
you won't see I am there,
my grave,
my life,
passing by into the lies of pain,
something that just becomes covered,
with the steel touch of a cry,
if everything is taken away,
nothing is left,
but the snow on my grave.

Tears.

These tears,
drown me out,
and drown you out.
How is it I am too see?
If my vision is blurred,
All I can see is red,
it's starting to go black,
I ask myself this so many times.
It shouldn't be me,
but how can this be?
You lied to me,
I've bled so many times,
for what?
As my open cuts scream,
all I can remember,
is the hate you gave to me,
the tears we were both shedding.
Oh how I wish, you could see,
Do you think I am a man?
With the scars on my heart,
from the endless ocean of depression,
I can't thank you enough,
For the pain you put me through,
yet the suffering has just long passed,
As my world grows dark,
My hearing vapourizes into nothing,
The last to come from my eyes,
are nothing but tears of blood.

Yes, I know they suck, and are quite long. Yet, tears just came off the top of my head, and snow well, that's for you to decide.

Blade.

[XMDrifter]

i like your second poem actually, Blade. spontaneous? yes. un-polished? yes. full of expression? YES.

[4G63punk]

Really nice poems! Christmas is coming soon, shall we bring out the holiday poems? ^^

[XMDrifter]

Take a walk outside
it's snowing lightly
I'm freezing so bad
my goosebumps are getting unsightly.
So it's about time to go back inside
where it's a nice even 70
get a cup of hot chocolate
and use it as your cold remedy

[firebird999]

Why?


Why did you come into my life?
You made me love you.
You told me,
someday,
you'll be my wife.
But I just can't believe you.

Why do you call me your friend?
I don't want to be that.
You tell me,
sometimes,
that you love me.
But you just act like that.

Why did I change myself?
I feel lost and hopeless.
I told you that,
sometimes,
I cut myself.
You also cut your wrists.

Why won't you accept me?
I'm just like you in most ways.
We both feel,
all the time,
totally worthless.
But you are not in any way.

Why don't you like yourself?
I have a reason to hate me: you.
You don't seem to,
any time,
tell me what's wrong.
But every time, I tell you.

Why do I still live today?
Does anyone like me?
I'll tell you that,
always,
I will like you.
And you say you like me.

Why are you with someone bad?
You know he's bad for you.
You tell me that,
every day,
he's abusive and mean to you.
Why don't you understand that I'm not?

Based on a true story. Some day, I will tell you how it ends.

[XMDrifter]

and the saga continues

maybe she aint the brightest bulb in the pack
overlookin' something that could turn out to be a miracle
maybe she's flits around too much
missing out on what's good as she zips by in a dizzy craze

maybe she diguises herself as a different girl
thinking she needs to act the way characters do on TV
maybe she's never really been herself
maybe faking her way through her life's days

[firebird999]

Music is poetry.

YouTube Video

Replace Ruby with Emily, and the song is written for me... :/

[4G63punk]

firebird999, nice!

[M0DEL]

Boys and poems, it's so unheard of! Sheesh, rarely see these sides of males ;p

[4G63punk]

^ lol see now! haha ;P

[M0DEL]

@4G63punk How do I react to this? haha

[XMDrifter]

you react by givin' us another poem. cmon. isn't it more "expected" that girls would write more poems than guys?

[4G63punk]

^well said. haha (;