Post a poem........... (Earth, Sodom, hell, heaven)

[literal visionary]

Post your poem, post a poem, or just something you wrote,
you can also criticize people I guess..........

Heres Mine:

Dear friends departed perforce,
those that have left or are to leave,
sad thoughts my mind does not endorse,
so do not expect to look down and see me grieve,
So when you exit weary and tired,
expect me to remember you with glee,
all those of you who in life we admired,
you will not find the branches of
bereavement entangled with me,
I will always celebrate your virtue,
and always remember you fondly with love,
in warmth I shall say adieu,
and once in a while see a twinkle and look
for you in the stars above,
For this is not the end- this is not goodbye,
we will both see each other again, so why on earth would I cry?

Copyright ©2006

I dont think its very original, but hey
you have to read it a few times to get the rhyme I think...

[Buttons*]

I'll put one! Okay, disclaimer: i wrote this when I was 15... *blushes* So if it sucks.. that's why....

Can no one honestly call themselves sane?
Can’t you see the peace within the pouring rain?
Why don’t we take time to truly listen?
The world today is in such sad condition,

However, the past which repeats, must have past,
And things left to the last, are now into the fast,
So in constant circles we are turning, and racing,
The circle of inner truth is the one to be pacing,

But what is truth through all the living lies,
Yet everything living eventually dies,
I can’t tell anyone what they need,
My truth is mine alone, this my creed,

Truth and time are like rhythm and rhyme,
But the steady pulse suppressed so to hide,
And since no one can hear, they don’t listen,
This world today, and always, in this condition,

Time continues, whether liked or not,
Fate is cruel, and fate is not,
And fate does not exist in the midst,
Time does not stop in the fog and mist,

People easily lead and now drowning,
To the dark powers on all fours and crawling,
Persecuting what they don’t understand,
Not instead trying to offer a saving hand,

Hypocrites with accusations flying,
And countless lives all the while dying,
God forbid they would have to listen,
It’s not them that caused the worlds condition,

People everywhere and all around,
And I have to block out the hellish sound,
However there is no hell, and no heaven,
No easy explanation made, no safe haven,

Death frightening none the less,
No one truly knows, and causes duress,
Nothing after six underground,
No one can hear you; no one makes a sound,

They all think they know all about all,
But really they know about nothing at all,
No one takes the time to listen,
And so the world is such in condition,

Is life worth living is a question that all ask,
Do you suppose it is if life is lived behind a mask?
Brief moments arise when you will understand,
The time of remembering is such at hand,

As hard as one tries to explain the complexities,
If for a closer look, these problems solved with ease,
And some too easy for the complex mind,
This is why so many are often left behind,

And only a few that truly want to see,
And think of what this world could be,
Such a shame that no one listens,
So the world will stay in this condition

If you will try to interpret what I mean,
And to each his own in this scheme,
But looking into someone’s mind,
Is in itself hard to find,

So go on ahead and try if you must,
Someday I will only be ashes and dust,
This poem no one ever will read,
The way that it was meant to be,

I leave to you just one more thought,
An idea that’s already been taught,
That someday, someone, will care to listen,
Until then this world stays in such sad condition.

[Mister Emu]

Sunlight shines down to
Ground through Autumns painted leaves
Cool wind blows along

[jeffrey]

The sun kisses the morning sky.... The bee kisses the butterfly.... The dew kisses the morning grass.... And you, my friend can kiss...... Never mind.

[standing_alone]

I guess I can post another one of my crappy poems. This is even worse than the last one, so brace yourselves. Oh, and sorry everybody. Oh, and any criticism welcome (the more brutal the better). It was supposed to be all metaphorical and symbolic and such, but nobody got it, so I guess it's just a literal poem now. Here goes:


Reflections on Being Lost in a Cemetery on a Cold Autumn Night

I stumble through the rows of graves,
Lost in the cemetery
On a cold autumn night.
My feet press down on the hardened earth,
Where six-feet under sole,
A rotting body lies,
Surely by now, disfigured.
The biting wind whistles a defying melody,
With decaying matter on its breath,
Letting escape every now and then,
A most garish and ghastly guffaw.
The amber stars stare down forebodingly
At the battered tombstones below,
While the tall strong oaks raise up their arms,
Shielding the stones under a vast ebony blanket.
I, myself, am covered by this cloth,
Wrapped up with all the dead,
The fabric swathes around my eyes,
Blinding me as I continue to
Stumble through the graves.



I can't believe I posted another on of these. And one that's even worse than the last.

[Booko]

The Ballad of the Little Sheep That Went to Heaven to Be the Pet of the Poet Laureate of England

Wilholme was Felix undersea
Aboard his yellow pleasure-boat.
He called for women, spice, and wine,
And sodomized a goat.

So tumbling through the fish-fraught waves,
"What, ho!" the boastful Felix cried,
"A toast to goats that bleat and float;
They're such a soggy ride."

So floundered he beneath the sea
Till William Wordsworth judgement sent:
"For desecrating blithesome goats,
Your boat shall be to-rent."

So sent he searing lightning bolts
Which tickled did an octasquid;
This sent a tentacle to snatch
At Felix' favorite kid.

So with its octa-arms it squished
The submarine of Felix' joy;
Felix gripped a lamb to his loins
And used it as a buoy.

So Neptune saw this sight, and laughed,
And dashed a wave on Felix' head;
This Wordsworth saw, and seeing, smiled,
The better comforted.

So Felix then an island spied
And sought to run himself aground.
Gripping his sheep he came ashore
Although unethe he drowned.

So giving thanks for isle and sheep
To knees the weary Felix fell.
He vowed, "I'll honor Wordsworth now,
And treat my bleaters well."

[Booko]

Originally Posted by jeffrey

The sun kisses the morning sky.... The bee kisses the butterfly.... The dew kisses the morning grass.... And you, my friend can kiss...... Never mind.

And I was waiting for you to post the limerick about the lady from Venus.

[literal visionary]

And sodomized a goat.

What the heck

Im afraid

[literal visionary]

I can't believe I posted another on of these. And one that's even worse than the last.

I think its great,
no matter what it will always be better than this one:

And sodomized a goat.

[Booko]

Originally Posted by literal visionary

What the heck

Im afraid

Hi LV...you know what they say about be careful what you ask for.

But tell me, d'ya think the form of the poem reflects romantic forms pretty well?