Post Your Poetry Thread

[Iryon]

So as we already have a great General Art thread, I thought we could need a similar thread for posting poetry.
As I've been around this forums for some time now, I am sure that there are at least as many poets here as there are artists.

In other words: Let This Thread Be

A thread for words from heart and mind,
For pictures drawn by poetry;
A place where some of us may find
A world of true tranquillity;
Where others find a place to dive
In thoughts as raging as the sea;
Where heart and mind and spirit thrive,
'Tis what this thread is meant to be.

[Silverwolfpet]

In a muddy puddle
Four eyes are shiny-ish
What could they is being?
I think they is two fish!

[coolsome]

Roses are Red,
Violets are blue,
Some poems rhyme,
But this one doesn't.

[Silverwolfpet]

Your beautiful and yeah you are
You crush my hearts with a bus
All my soul are beating only
Just and just for you and us

[DAISHI]

Loud the sound made
By the crashing of silence
In the furious maelstrom
That is alone

[DAISHI]

Gordon

It was a soldier that you asked for
Called from the ancient tales
Heralded as Horatio Nelson
Though I had no stake in claiming a place at such a lofty height
No, indeed my wine was isolation
Children among my little joys
For love was not my pursuit
Women not my honey

I cast my lot to war
To the sounding of the cannons
Where God's call was not enough to still my heart
And his Psalms insufficient to put the beat into my veins
Then there was the field
The brotherhood of men entrenched
Sided against a foe
Different in color and in face

Yet all men cast in God's mold
Defined by causes set against one another
And toys to those whose lives
Were spent with so little honor
Still I stood firm
For my brothers were my peace
Guns like a mother's lullaby
And cannons the bells that signaled rest

The Jade Empire raised me up
Adorned me in its yellow raiment
While all Britannia called my name
And men of power shuffled to stand beside me
None of this my pleasure
But a necessary burden of my pursuits
Yet I was but another toy
A trifle in the hands of others

I descended then to the last great field
The war that could not be won
Upon the lands of the Muslims
Against their final imam
And no desire within me to murder such a man
But simply to do as I'd always done, upon the field of war
To preserve the lives of those in my protection
And with honor conduct myself to those against whom I was arrayed

But I was a mere trifle in the hands of men of power
That when the final signal had blown
And when the guns had ceased to fire
And night descended on my long day
When all the voices that had howled my name
Both in my heart and against it
And all my honor spent in one last huzzah
There was a cold moon that blackened on my evening

A truth that no help would be afforded
To a man once held up by men of power
For honor was not theirs
And my life was not a pride
I was but a toy
Set upon the board
Until the game was done
And the day had come to its end

And proud stood the imam
Though with tears for his fallen foe
Over Brittania's trifling hero
Body shattered upon the wall
Yet know that this trifling toy
Never chased for Britannia's honor
It was mine to have
And mine to lay down

All men come to the same end
But the path one takes is all the difference

[Gman5852]

Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I'm colorblind
so yay.

I'm not really colorblind.

[StrongBrush1]

Do song Lyrics count as poetry?

Here's one I've been working on for a while. I call it "Sick and Tired."

Every time I close my eyes
I slip away to paradise
No one knows why, but every time
You take a hit, You lose your mind

I'm sick and tired and I wanna go to bed
But the melodies you scream at me keep pounding in my head
You're left out in the freezing rain, just like you knew you would
Everything around you sucks, but still Life is good

I know it's terrible, but it's a work in progress.

[lovetodo22]

From every row of bloodstained teeth
To Sharpie black heart attacks
I will live on
I won't look back.
From every day lived to everyday dead, I will live on inside of my head.

[Silverwolfpet]

Oh there's a monkey in my pocket...

Wait, that's not it...

[Iryon]

A monkey once dwelled in my pocket,
Tried to steal what I kept in a locket.
He completed his task,
Then he put on a mask.
Now he happily lives on Nantucket ...

[RetroVortex]

O Honey Badger,
How you don't "give a shit".
Even when you are bitten by a snake,
Or clobbered by a rake,
You just shrug it off.

When it comes to food you are no scoff.
Everything's a potential meal,
As long as it has breath and can feel.

Don't you ever get ill?
Don't you ever feel a chill?
Not even a little shake or fit?
I guess not. For you do not give a shit.

A Sumatran Rat Monkey has got nothing on you,
And King Kong would rather go to a zoo,
Your streaks of black and white, not unlike a Badger or a Skunk,
Though those animals balls would truly be shrunk,
If they ever had to be in the same room as your poo,
But I wouldn't blame them, for I am afriad of you too!

*need to finish this later*

[lovetodo22]

Calories 200
Total Fat 1g
Saturated Fat 0g
Trans Fat
Cholesterol 0mg
Sodium 7mg
Total Carbohydrate 36g
Dietary Fiber 11g
Sugars 6g
Protein 13g
DEATH

[RetroVortex]

They look like battery cells,
Filled with liquid that tastes like acid.
Cold to the touch. Metallic.
But I need them.

Or do I need them?

Extra energy to the system,
The surge of power,
Hydrolites working in unison to make me feel top of the world!
Yet, after a while that passes.

Like Icarus that flew to close the sun,
I crash and burn.
With each "cell" the effect diminishes,
And the recoil only grows stronger.
But I need them.

Did I ever need them?

Was it energy, or was it just time that I needed?
More time,
Better time,
Time to do both what I want to do, and what I need to do!
But I feel like I still need them.

Again, maybe it is not time, nor the energy, but the drive!
To change the man behind the wheel!
Could I trust the man that drives me?
Will he drive me to salvation or oblivion?
I do not know.

At least I think I do not know,
But then again, the answer may have already been there,
In the blind spot of the mind.

The place between the world of thought and the world of dreams,
A place where no clear path is set,
A place where its easy to get lost in the void without a guide,
But can I trust the man behind the wheel to lead me there?

Can I trust him to take me back?

By now, the cold fluid once again flows around my system.

It reaches the hands first,
My fingers quiver as the stuff overwhelms the nerves.

Then it reaches the feet,
They shake and tremble in awe of its power.

It reaches the heart,
The heart beats to a new rhythm now.

Finally, even the mind itself submits to its awesome force.
A mind of fire temporarily cooled and focused,
A mind able to do as it is commanded and more!

But can it truly see what it needs to do?

Again, is it the engine or the driver that needs to change?

The effect is already passing now,
The system has begun to shutdown once more,
I need to recharge!
I need to refuel!
But do I really need to?

Did I ever need to?

[Iryon]

On mountains iced by winter's frost
I wander forth till I get lost
In valley dark or forrest deep,
Where many trees and beasts asleep
Are waiting for the sun of Spring
When vernal birds begin to sing.

[mjfan97]

This is is the limit of my Poetic ability:
Roses are red (But are also available in other colours)
Violets are blue (No, there not. They're purple and it even states so in the name.)
I've got OCD and so have you. Or should it be CDO? Since I know how some people like listing acronyms alphabetically.

[coolsome]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Will you go out with me
Now I kidnapped you

[JedExodus]

Seven Squeaky Silhouettes
Knock knock knock
Only taxes and cellophane
Hanging the filth out to dry
Frapuccino whore?

[Iryon]

The hours are passing.
Evening falls.
Darkness takes hold of the Land.
Lanterns are lit in the Dark.
Guiding the Way.
Illuminating the Paths for weary travellers.
Strangers in this land,
Yet Siblings to us all.

[GaryCXJk]

Gender equality

Get back
Into the kitchen
Because that is where you belong
Fridge