i couldnt find a place 4 poems. heres 1 i wrote

so i go 2 the store n i dont know y.
but i drop 2 the floor n i start 2 cry.
the voices in my head say im such a freak.
im not dead but growing very weak.
fly 2 the ground. fall 2 the sun.
my feet r not bound. why cant i run.
my pilgramige is over. gee. rn't i lucky.
whoa! a 4 leaf clover. lifes not so sucky.
praise all that is holy. im finaly free.
poor anatoly was all he could be.
curse the drugs n the day i was born.
my head throbs. anger comes like a storm.
madness. acid. n all forms of dementia.
badness. no lid. the soul that i lent ya.
theyre gone. like my mind. n u just dont get it.
2 much. go blind. match game n set.
dont look at me. nothings the mater.
tired of eating life on a straw plater.

Good poem. I like it. It has good rhythym. That's important.

You have talent, littlejoe. Keep up your writing and you'll go far.:)

thank you ma'am.

heres another 1 i wrote. any help 2 make them beter wuld b nice

stop. go
run. slow
move. zip
gulp. sip
run thru the gardens of deceet
now put ur shoes back on ur feet
feel ur chains fall 2 the ground
now grab new 1s 2 keep u bound
have ur cake n eat it 2
now run along in cement shoes
a million lemmings cant b wrong
go kill urself b4 the dawn
climb the mountin. get power n greed
in this life thats all u need
kill a bird with 2 stones
grind up bread 2 make ur bones
joy can b bught n so can friends
with enuff money the law just bends
just do nothing. waste ur mind
kill a man 2 kill some time
rape a girl get charged with theft
there is no standerd 4 us left
look at this scar on this wrist
do u still not get this?

The Gift:

She falls to the ground like snow
Deafeningly silent
Fleetingly slow
The pain she held inside
Was for only her to know
As the cold began to creep
And she began to weep
She Wispered in the wind
Please God
My wounds are for you to mend
You can hear me I know
Please grant me one wish
Please just let me slip away
My sins I wish to repay
And with one last breath
So very weak
So very meek
She said thank you for being swift
In granting me death
Your greatest gift


Clock Watcher:

watch the clock
how the time slips by
counting the seconds
untill i die
its so unreal
the way i feel
always wondering
if my lifes real
all day long i hear it
that voice inside
it wants me to try
try to turn the tide
whats the point
i cant compete
with these feelings inside
watch the sun
it rises everyday
i admire it
in every way
pray to god
to help me out
too many times
more than i can count
always searching
never finding
always hoping
never trying
hes not listening
im used to it
i dont know why
i dont just quit
it hurts me more
than you can ever know
hurts me more
than ill ever show
more sad feelings
for me to bestow
go to my room
with my tears in tow

(and i wrote that one a long long time ago, it was like 3 verses longer but ive since forgotten it. I lost the original)
I have lots more =\

cool. i like clock watcher. u shuld post some more.i had a book of them but they got ruened. i like writing poems.

Its a song not really a poem, and I only have the beat in my head so it will be kinda hard for you to know how its supposed to read. But anyways:

voice no one hears
please speak in my ear
like you used too
when we were more
than just friends
we used to sit
under the big tree
so wild and careless
no way we could fake this
now hold me
you would always insist
i could never resist
that voice
so soft and sweet
the bad things could only retreat
to those days of old
i long to repeat
to those days of old
i long to retreat
to the days of old
I long to repeat

(Chorus)
come now and sit with me
like we used to
under the big tree
remember the days of old
remember the days of old
the stories we told
the sun has set
and i dont regret
not a single minute
of that time well spent

your voice now only in dreams
please come to me
its the only place to see
what now should be
wipe that tear away
please wont you stay
i will sleep forever
just to remember
that voice so calm
that voice so angelic
like a relic
of times gone by
dont wanna wake up
the sun is comming
to wisk you away

Chorus x2

Littlejoe and Phyrex..

You guys have a great talent. I am glad you can share them like you have.

I can't write poems at all or even try.
These are a few my cousin wrote that I like that she did.
She was 14 when she started to write them.
Love yah kiddo (Amy)

Ice
Frozen, Cold
Blue, Shivering, Freezing
Ice cubes melt when touching flames.
Warmth, Boiling, Steaming
Burning, Hot
Fire

2006

The thing I fear

The thing I fear
is when I'm in the cellar,
all by my self.
You hear a sound.
Not a pleasant sound but,
an eerie sound.
Round and up the stairs I go.
What do I do?
I run and hide.
I fear for my life.
That's what makes me scared.

January, 2006

The Candle of our life

Don't ever let this candle stop burning.
Don't ever let it go out.
You were the one that lit it!
You were the one to let it burn.
The candle symbolizes our love.
A love that will always be earned.
So never let the candle go out.

Fall 2006

Amber hair strewn 'cross your face,
Reminds me of your pleasing grace,
And times I wish I spent with you,
I must confess have not been few.

I made that one in highschool for one of my girlfriends.

Cybersex

I was searching the web.
Looking for a little cybersex.
I met a guy and we talked a byte.
Then I asked.."What next..?"

He said he needed to do something..
Make his soft drive hard.
"Never put out your ISP
or we will surely be barred.."

Outlook Express
was on fire that day
With Netscape Navigator
Leading the way.

So I clicked and scrolled
His drive got real hot.
I let down my firewall
And he hit my spot.

His quick launch button
kept getting stuck.
my incoming mail
was running amuck.

With both RAMS
Filled to the Max.
We both hit recovery
to unwind and relax.

Now I find out
He downloaded a file.
I have a cybersex virus.
It's corrupt and vile.

The disease has erased
part of my memory.
It's scrambled my circuits
I can't break free.

My hard drive is down.
M connection is Fried.
Now I can't be turned on.
The sparks have died.

So my fingers do the walking.
My pleasure still fulfilled.
If I ever get online again.
My cyber lover will be KILLED.
:mad:


I wrote that one a few years back. I haven't written any recently.

heart races.
insane paces.
heart freeze.
2 my knees
drugs in my blood. what a rush
1st im white then im flush
tick tock.boom boom
oh so slow.zoom zoom
round n round.i feel sick
stay still son. 1 more prick
the needles in n i feel numb
i cant talk. feel so dumb
hold me tight.
i cant fight
throws me away.
may b another day
cant open my eyes.
no surprise.
1 2 3
but i cant see.
mom where r u taking me
2 my cage where ill b free
drink it down so she dont frown
another round. safe n sound
who r u. r u a cop?
take me away n make it stop
this is life. this is real
i wish i was a man of steel
the drugs kick in.now im tough
superman. in the rough
hit me with ur krytonite
im made of steel just 4 2 night.

heart of steel
2 the core
broken wings
i sing no more
come in 1
come in all
mom 4 sale
have a ball
my eyes burn
tears of fire
shattered glass
slut 4 hire
sweet dreams
sweet ass
fat lip
no sass
a memory
hollow soul
borrowed time
empty bowl
words 2 ryme
words 2 heal
mouth to feed
bread 2 steal
knock on the door
who culd that be?
its a guy. hes 6 ft 3
push me aside 2 get 2 u
ur fun starts. mine is thru
what wuld dad think?
what wuld he say?
did u forget
hes gone away?
hes gone 2 fight
hes gone 2 war
hes a soldier
ur a whore
did u send my letter?
did u write 2 dad?
he says he loves us.
y r u getting mad?
fuck this guy!
fuck u 2!
lights go out
i guess im thru
he hits me
but u dont care
u walk away
n up the stair

Wow, LittleJoe. I like your poems, you are talented.

thank u ma'am but i dont think im talented. i just get it out. its inside. if i dont ill b a bad guy.i dont want 2 b 1

Insomnia

On the inside, a world enjoying quiet, blissful dreams.
On the outside, a world in a frenzy of shady life.
And me. In the middle. Separate from both,
But not so separate as to be apart.
Merely flickering, torn between the two.
Unable to close my eyes.
Too dark to rise but
Too light for sleeping sight.
O that damned light!
So cold and milky white
So clear and piercing bright!
That blind unblinking eye
Cast down upon my plight.
Mocking me.
Laughing with silent stoicism so deafening in my mind!
It creeps through every crevice
As i hold my restless vigil.
Praying for the death of grey fluorescent night.
And the return of morning's might.
These endless mindless thoughts repeating through my head
As I lie here waiting through another sleepless night...another sleepless night...another sleepless night...
Yet another sleepless night.

I write alot of poems....Here's a few i've written...PM me if you'd like to hear more and let me know what you think of these. I enjoy feedback from people.

Untitled

I cried last night
cried for me
cried for you
cried for all the pain
all the hurt
and all the misfortunes
of our lives
but mostly
I cried for us
cried for me
cried for you
cried for all of it
cried for all the times you'll make me mad
and break my heart
for all the times
you'll hurt me
and destroy me
but no matter what you'll do
I'll still be here
still loving you



Untitled Love (dedicated to my daughter)

Precious Angel
Little joy
Light of my life
You came to me
When I thought all hope was lost
You saved my life
And for that you will never be forgotten
I love you
Always will
You are my life
And my world
Just stay close to me
Close to my heart
And we shall never separate....


The Fool (Full version)

One second it's "I love you"
The next it's "I gotta go, talk to you later"
Wait a minute
I'm confused
How can I come first
If you never have time for me
I know what it is
I'm the fool
I let you bat my heart
Back & forth
Like a ping pong ball
Only cause I wanted to chase a dream
A dream of me & you finally being together
But now I see the light
It's a fantasy
An illusion to my heart
The love I'm giving you
Is not what I'm receiving
Only this constant
Strong hold on my heart
You disrupted my life with fantasy
But it's a lie
And sadly, I believed in it
for years, i've chased the fantasy
Just to be humiliated
I'm the fool


I know they're not much but I just like to write how I feel at times....anyway, PM me with feedback you guys. Thanks:D

Fettered Spirit

A fettered spirit cries out in vain
for freedom as a man in chains
Hear me! Don't let this die!
an anguished plea hurled at the sky

Trapped lonely in a cavern vast
in darkness longing for what is past
seeks light and hope where none is seen
yearns for that which might have been

A ghost that haunts, an echo that lingers
an ethereal ghoul with grasping fingers
in agony wails with silent screams
tormented by elusive dreams

Living and not, able only to feel
its heart entwined with barbs of steel

Here's my favorite poem:

"Rags" by Edmund Vance Cooke


They called him Rags, he was just a cur
But twice on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.

And all he got was bones and bread
And the leaving of soldiers' grub,
But he'd give his heart for a pat on the head,
A friendly tickle or rub.

And Rags got home with the regiment,
And then, in the breaking away--,
Well, whether they stole him, or whether he went,
I am not prepared to say.

But we mustered out, some to beer and gruel,
And some to sherry and shad,
And I went back to the Sawbones School,
Where I was an undergrad.

One day they took us budding M.D.'s
To one of those institutes
Where they demonstrate every new disease
By means of bisected brutes.

They had one animal tacked and tied
And slit like a full-dressed fish,
With his vitals pumping away inside
As pleasant as one might wish.

I stopped to look like the rest, of course,
And the beast's eyes leveled mine;
His short tail thumped with a feeble force,
And he uttered a tender whine.

It was Rags, yes, Rags! who was martyred there,
Who was quartered and crucified,
And he whined that whine which is doggish prayer
And he licked my hand--and died.

And I was no better in part nor whole
Than the gang I was found among,
And his innocent blood was on the soul
Which he blessed with his dying tongue.

Well! I've seen men go to courageous death
In the air, on sea, on land!
But only a dog would spend his breath
In a kiss for his murderer's hand.
And if there's no heaven for love like that,
For such four-legged fealtly--well!
If I have any choice, I tell you flat,
I'll take my chance in hell.

Leper,

I really enjoyed that poem.

Leper,

I really enjoyed that poem.

Hey, I'm glad you liked it. I know it's kindof hokey, but I can't help but love that little poem!

That's beautiful, leper.

Here's a "hokey" poem that my young niece sent along many years ago. It's "hokey" too, but I cannot read this without sobbing.

Highway 109



A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
> They said had run the light
> That caused the six-car pileup
> On 109 that night.
>
> When broken bodies lay about
> And blood was everywhere,
> The sirens screamed out elegies,
> For death was in the air.
>
> A mother, trapped inside her car,
> Was heard above the noise;
> Her plaintive plea near split the air:
> "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
>
> She fought to loose her pinned hands;
> She struggled to get free,
> But mangled metal held her fast
> In grim captivity.
>
> Her frightened eyes then focused
> On where the back seat once had been,
> But all she saw was broken glass and
> Two children's seats crushed in.
>
> Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
> She did not hear them cry,
> And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
> "Oh, God, don't let them die!"
>
> Then firemen came and cut her loose,
> But when they searched the back,
> They found therein no little boys,
> But the seat belts were intact.
>
> They thought the woman had gone mad
> And was traveling alone,
> But when they turned to question her,
> They discovered she was gone.
>
> Policemen saw her running wild
> And screaming above the noise
> In beseeching supplication,
> "Please help me find my boys!
>
> They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
> Their jeans are blue to match."
> One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
> And they don't have a scratch.
>
> They said their daddy put them there
> And gave them each a cone,
> Then told them both to wait for Mom
> To come and take them home.
>
> I've searched the area high and low,
> But I can't find their dad.
> He must have fled the scene,
> I guess, and that is very bad."
>
> The mother hugged the twins and said,
> While wiping at a tear,
> "He could not flee the scene, you see,
> For he's been dead a year."
>
> The cop just looked confused and asked,
> "Now, how can that be true?">
> The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
> And left a kiss for you.
>
> He told us not to worry
> And that you would be all right,
> And then he put us in this car with
> The pretty, flashing light.
>
> We wanted him to stay with us,
> Because we miss him so,
> But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
> And said he had to go.
>
> He said someday we'd understand
> And told us not to fuss,
> And he said to tell you, Mommy,
> He's watching over us."
>
> The mother knew without a doubt
> That what they spoke was true,
> For she recalled their dad's last words,
> "I will watch over you."
>
> The firemen's notes could not explain
> The twisted, mangled car,
> And how the three of them escaped
> Without a single scar.
>
> But on the cop's report was scribed,
> In print so very fine,
> An angel walked the beat tonight
>On Highway 109.
>
>

Highway 109 makes me cry every tme too, Ren. I remember hearing that as a child.


Here's one I posted here at all forums in 2004, I just stumbled upon it and thought I'd repost it. I didn't write it.

Silent Screams


The streets are loud with silent screams
Beneath the moonless night.
They glisten with a million tears
Below the cold street lights.

We quickly find our way back home
Escaping to our dreams.
And leave the streets abandoned
To the reapers of our schemes.

We find our welcome comfort
In the warmth of walls we build
To shelter us from all our fears,
A brick and mortar shield.

Surrounded by our peace of mind,
We lock ourselves inside.
And live our soft realities
We worked so hard to find.

But just outside the boundary
Of our ivory tower life,
A serpent from the garden
Pulls a long and jagged knife.

He holds it close against the throat
Of a child who went astray,
And wandered from the shelter
To become a runaway.

His blood flows swift and sure
To form a puddle at his feet,
And then he dies a lonely death
A victim of the street.

A block away a mother screams
In pain of giving birth,
She knows she'll never finish school
Or find her sense of worth.

Her baby cries in protest of
The life he'll have to live.
He'll grow to hate to world he knows
With little love to give.

And down the street the sirens scream
In perfect harmony.
A desperate race to save a life
From drive by destiny.

Not far away a homeless man
Lies quietly down to sleep.
His bed a filthy alleyway
Where no one sees him weep.

His sole possessions by his side
He dreams of distant hope.
A ship that sails beyond his reach,
But still he learns to cope.

And somewhere in the distance
Bullets streak across the sky,
To find their fatal target
As another dealer dies.

His life was lived beneath the shame
Of all the lives he trashed,
And ended as he turned his back
To count his sacred cash.

We'll hear it on the morning news,
Another fateful night.
Much like the ones that came before
Forgotten, out of sight.

Tomorrow's yet another day
Beyond the silent screams.
The streets will look much brighter
Than the darkness makes them seem.

But in the shadows of our mind
We feel a sense of pain,
And wonder if the lives we lost
Are worth the life we gain.

I've always liked Longfellow. This one always gets to me.

The Reaper and the Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;
"Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.

"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'T was an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

Here is a collection of a few poems I have created over time.

Falling into the abyss

Rage and hatred rushing through the mind
Lost in emotions, a calm moment I cannot find
Walking the line, falling into the abyss
Sanity fades away and its not something I will miss

To the reality I know I am slowly going blind
Insanity creeps in and it feels so unkind
Whats this, my mind?, that I surely wont miss
The snakes are coming, I can now hear them hiss

No where to run, no where to hide
The snakes are coming and sanity has died
What shall I do, where shall I go
I cant let them bite my, no, no, no!

They begin to crawl up me, I let out a scream
So many, all over, its like a bad dream
A Darkness sets in that I cannot escape
A monster appears in a dark cape

Can no on hear my plea
Set me free from this insanity
Everything has become so dark
Whats this?, more sounds?, I hear something bark

Closer, closer, the sounds getting near
The only thing I can feel now is fear
I see them, I see them, the hell hounds in sight
Think, think, think, how to put up a fight

Strange but good that they now disappear
shivering, cold, nothing but fear
Waiting now for what lies ahead
Where am I? In hell? am I now dead?


Creepy Clowns

The creepy clowns arise in the night
The flesh eating clowns will kill you on sight
The clowns have arrived and are are after your head
The killer clowns just want you dead

Bebe the clown may look friendly and cute
She will first sew your lips and make you mute
After that she will skin you alive
Whenever she gets you theres no chance to survive

Bilbo the clown will first make you smile
Then he will stretch your guts for a mile
Your eyes he will collect and put in a jar
If you see him run, but you want get to far

Bam Bam the clown walks on stilts
He uses human skin to make his own quilts
He will take his knife and dig into your skin
That part is just where the pain will begin


Razorblade whispers

Razorblades whisper, they call out my name
They offer a release from misery and pain

With one clean cut I can end this game
I will make that one slice and the blood shall soon rain

What you see as selfish is to me a good deed
What you see as selfish is to me a noble act

For the people that suffered, I take what they need
I am naturally harmful and this is a fact

I hope in the end they can understand why
The pain I caused them killed me inside

I make that clean cut and begin to slowly die
Now on deaths wings I go for a ride



Bound by Love

Bound by loves bliss
No distance can keep us apart

How I long for that one sweet kiss
I shall always keep you in my heart

Always I will be there when you need a friend
I will pick you up when you are feeling blue

I know not what will come in the end
The one thing I know is I will always love you

I keep you in my thoughts each time I wake
The last thing I think of before bed is you

Certainly our love cannot be a mistake
It is meant to be because our love is true



Lost in love

Lost in love with the one he has found
Through the good and the bad he stands his ground

Even when scared he looks for the best
Continually he tries to put his worries to rest

When he hears her voice it comforts his soul
She is the one that has made him whole

He finds everything about her to be so sweet
She is the one that makes his life complete


Draculas Ball

The sun is gone
The sky is red

The thirst lives on
Tis the night of the dead

The rivers run dry
Blood pours from the caves

Mortals will die
We arise from our graves

Your Devils will fall
Your Gods will suffer

Its Dracula's ball
This is our last supper!


Lust

The scent of your blood
The taste of your flesh

Knee deep in the mud
As one we shall mesh

You are my prey
I hunt you by night

Hiding at day
Be careful I bite

Don't hide in fear
Don't cry a tear

I wont hurt you my dear
My lust is sincere

Very good, Caderyn. You have talent.

Here's one of my favorites.

Epitaph

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I lay me down with a will.


This be the verse that you wrought for me:
"Here he lies where he longed to be
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
and the hunter home from the hill."

Robert Louis Stevenson, inscription on his tombstone

Thanks rendova, thats good to hear.:)

Hate to nitpick, rendova but that is one of my favorite poems. It is called Requiem, not Epataph, and the line reads, "Home is the sailor, home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill." You had one too many thes.

a frend sent this to me.

Two Faces of Society

The war is over for me now
My task at last is through.
But Mom and Dad there’s something
That I must ask of you.
I have a friend, oh, such a friend
He has no home you see.
So Mom and Dad I ask of you
Can I bring him home with me?

My son of course, we don’t mind
If you bring someone home with you.
I’m sure that he could stay with us
Maybe a day or two.

But Mom and Dad, you don’t understand,
What I’m trying to say.
I want him here to live with us
For as long as he may stay.
Yet Mom and Dad I must tell you now,
And please don’t be alarmed,
My friend, you see, while in battle
Just happened to lose an arm.

My son don’t be ashamed of that,
Just bring him home with you.
I’m sure that he could stay with us
And visit a day or two.

But Mom and Dad he’s not only a friend,
He’s like a brother of me.
That’s why I want him to live with us
And be your son like me.
Yet Mom and Dad I must tell you now,
And please don’t be dismayed.
My friend, you see, while in battle,
Just happened to lose his leg.
Dear son, it hurts us to say this to you
But our answer would be no.
For Father and I would have no time
To care for a cripple so.

Some weeks later a telegram arrived
Informing them their son had died.
The cause of death was one brief word,
It only read “Suicide”.
Some time later when the casket arrived,
All draped with our nations flag,
They saw their son lying there
Without an arm and leg.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Here's one from a book of poems by Heinrich Hoffmann that I had as a child. The book was filled with rather cruel poems meant to teach children how to behave. I loved it when I was a kid and read it in the original German, something I have more trouble doing today.

Die Geschichte vom Daumenlutscher
"Konrad!" sprach die Frau Mamma,"Ich geh aus und du bleibst da.Sei hübsch ordentlich und fromm.Bis nach Hause ich wieder komm'Und vor allem, Konrad, hör!Lutsche nicht am Daumen mehr;Denn der Schneider mit der Scher'Kommt sonst ganz geschwind daher,Und die Daumen schneidet erAb, als ob Papier es wär'."

p://www.fln.vcu.edu/struwwel/daumen1.gif

Fort geht nun die Mutter und
Wupp! den Daumen in den Mund.

http://www.fln.vcu.edu/struwwel/daumen2.gif


Bauz! Da geht die Türe auf,
Und herein in schnellem Lauf
Springt der Schneider in die Stub'
Zu dem Daumen-Lutscher-Bub.

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Weh! Jetzt geht es klipp und klapp
Mit der Scher' die Daumen ab,
Mit der großen scharfen Scher'!
Hei! Da schreit der Konrad sehr.
Als die Mutter kommt nach Haus,
Sieht der Konrad traurig aus.
Ohne Daumen steht er dort,
Die sind alle beide fort.

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One day, Mamma said, "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Conrad, what I say,
Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.
The great tall tailor always comes
To little boys that suck their thumbs.
And ere they dream what he's about
He takes his great sharp scissors
And cuts their thumbs clean off, - and then
You know, they never grow again."

Mamma had scarcely turn'd her back,
The thumb was in, alack! alack!
The door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long, red-legged scissorman.
Oh! children, see! the tailor's come
And caught our little Suck-a-Thumb.


Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;
And Conrad cries out - Oh! Oh! Oh!
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast;
That both his thumbs are off at last.
Mamma comes home; there Conrad stands,
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;-
"Ah!" said Mamma "I knew he'd come
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."

and the line reads, "Home is the sailor, home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill." You had one too many thes.

Are you sure?
That throws the rhythym off, but perhaps you're right. I was quoting from memory.
I say we have a fistfight over this to settle it once and for all.:eek:

Here is the text Frogger. You're right about the title.

I love RL Stevenson. I'll never forget my thrill, the first time I read Treasure Island. He was one of the true masters of the English language and died much too soon. h

His works stand as masterpieces of literature, and not only that, he married a
Hoosier girl. So he was smart as well as talented.......

http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/requiem.html

Written while waiting for a dryer. Graffitied behind a washer.

Laundry Carnival
Riding rinse cycles
Fluffing on hot carousels
Cotton clowns parade

Rendova,

The line is often miswritten as, 'home from the sea', it is, 'home from sea'. I know because I had a nit picking English teacher who drove that fact into her student's heads. When reciting the poem in class we would say, 'home from THE sea', and she would invariably correct us.

sitting lonely in a corner
painting pictures on the floor
heart starving, sorrow carves
ancient melodies into stone

rain storm battles
sun is losing ground
eyes void of all emotion
stare in silent screams

imaginative hollow mind
wandering darkened halls
snarling gods of rage
fall apart to whispers

sighing mother Gaia
puts her children to eternal sleep
to start anew
and rise up high again

©Jennifer Adams
October 10th 2007

Darkness envelopes me, I cant seem to see, I am blind, where is my eyesight. I am alone in my misery. Pain fills the void, Darkness shrouds my memory. Oh the pain, the pain. Why cant it go away. The memories I try to erase. They haunt me in my sleep. I try to forget and to run away. Oh the pain, the pain. I need to escape this reality.

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

Oh great creator of being
grant us one more moment
to perform our art
and to perfect our lives.

Jim Morrison



...

Darkness envelopes me, I cant seem to see, I am blind, where is my eyesight. I am alone in my misery. Pain fills the void, Darkness shrouds my memory. Oh the pain, the pain. Why cant it go away. The memories I try to erase. They haunt me in my sleep. I try to forget and to run away. Oh the pain, the pain. I need to escape this reality.
.

Crack that whip
Give the past the slip
Step on a crack
Break your mommas back
When a problem comes along
You must whip it
Before the cream sits out too long
You must whip it
When somethings going wrong
You must whip it

Now whip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
Its not too late
To whip it
Whip it good

When a good time turns around
You must whip it
You will never live it down
Unless you whip it
No one gets away
Until they whip it

I say whip it
Whip it good
I say whip it
Whip it good

Crack that whip
Give the past the slip
Step on a crack
Break your mommas back
When a problem comes along
You must whip it
Before the cream sits out too long
You must whip it
When somethings going wrong
You must whip it

Now whip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
Its not too late
To whip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
Its not too late
To whip it
Whip it good

Devo

:D

:thumbs:

One I worte recently, I have many more posted up on my Myspace as blogs.

it could, rain forever
and with this, displeased, i should be
and smile again, i may never
though im smart, im not so clever
and i know, that you know, that i
dont regret her
no no no, no no no
i could never regret her
no no no, no no no

so close, so far away
i sit, and pass the day
up on stage, i act
as if, in a play
but ill, find my way
and breeze on through
because i know, that you know, that i
dont regret her
no no no, no no no
i could never regret her
no no no, no no no

i smirk, and smile
while i'm, put on trial
i laugh, and cry
and i, dont deny
im young, and bold
and fear, growing old
by myself, oh well
stick my heart, up on the shelf
and you know, that i know
that you know, that i
dont regret her
no no no, no no no
i could never regret her
no no no, no no no

and it, it could never, never ever
rain forever, rain forever
rain rain forever
and it, it could never, never ever
no no it, it could never, never, never
rain forever, rain forever
rain rain forever

i walk, around town
and i, look down
my shoes, untied
and then, i cired
but i know, that you know, that i
dont regret her
no no no, no no no
I could never regret her
no no no, no no no

and it, it could never, never ever
rain forever, rain forever
rain rain forever
and it, it could never, never ever
no no it, it could never, never, never
rain forever, rain forever
rain rain forever
it could never, never ever, never never
rain forever

edit: (more of a song actually)

Everyone who has posted on this thread, you are all so VERY talented! It just blew me away, I had to read every single post! Ah-mazing! Keep it up!

"Friends Forever"
By: Secret Rose
© 2007 by Me. It was published in a book! yay!

When you need someone to hold you tight,
and tell you everything's going to be alright;
When you need someone to hold your hand and say,
all of your dreams will come true someday;
When you need a shoulder to cry on,
until all of your tears are gone,
I'll be there for you,
no matter what you do,
for you are my friend,
and I will be there for you until the very end.


"How much you really meant to me"
By: Secret Rose
© 2007 By Me

I watch you from the shadows with no regret,
Hoping my face hasn’t showed you yet.
I gaze at you with hopeful eyes,
Wishing I could turn back time.
Did you really love me like you said?
Or has it become just something that I read?
I want to tell you how I feel,
But I know your love isn’t real.
I watch you flash my favorite smile,
And wonder how I could have been in denial.
Then I see who your staring at,
Just some other girl from another town who’s wearing one of your favorite hats.
Her hand finds yours and you walk away,
But in my dreams you’ll always stay.
Now I see who you really are,
When were you going to tell me this part?
Tears fill my searching eyes,
How could I have believed all of your lies?
I trusted you with my heart,
But now it’s all falling apart.
I swore I’d never love you again,
Swore I’d never let you in.
But in my head you reappear,
Night after night, year after year.
In my dreams I’m your one and only,
But when I awake I’m just plain lonely.
Sometimes I wonder how it all worked out.
Did you get what you wanted? Are you happy now?
After all you did when I see you my heart still skips a beat,
But not loving you is an impossible feat.
It’s too bad you’ll never see,
Just how much you really did mean to me.


What do you think?

i like them. how did you get in a book?

Thanks! I submitted that poem at www.poetry.com or something like that. Just look for poetry contests!