Are there any threads for poetry anywhere? Because i can't find any, but I havent done a thorough search.

If not, I'd like to start one here


jokulhaups!

How about I stick this and it can be the topic for everyone to share poetry?

Actually, I'm going to do that. Everyone post their favorite, interesting, or good poetry here.

alright well in that case i've got some amateur poetry.

and i want some serious feedback on it what i need to work on etc. not just o good job and stuff.

not that i wouldnt like to hear that ;)

yet
Here is joy left to lay


anyway
i have happier ones to
but I'd like some feedback

Thanks!
...ok well i noticed that here is joy left to lay is off center
its sposed to be center

I wirte, I kind of soothes me. I'll put a few in this post, tell me if you like them and i'll post more.

They are quite long, but good to read. Any criticisms welcome.

Cheers

Plastic Smiles.

The crows encircle me,
As i walk through this wasteland,
A can of Hope in one hand
A lace of freedom in the other.
When i was 4 you gave me this locket,
Inside a picture full of fake smiles,
Fake beleifs, Fake hope, Fake trust,
Smiles so cold, So bitter,
"Just look at this picture and we'll be there"
That means nothing now!
Were are you when i need you most?
I have been alone for so long,
No sign of Beleif, hope or trust!
But it doesn't matter now,
This Can of hope will bring us together,
This lace of freedom will make sure you stay-
For the show.
Your fake masqeurade fooled nobody,
You were to busy chasing your fix,
To notice the halo above my head,
I needed you, You obviousley thought different.
The fake smiles on your face my me sick,
So Plastic, so fake,
I would know, I spent my life-
Hiding behing Fake smiles,
Reasurring you everything was okay,
I was dying inside...
I was on the streets at 7-on my own
Where was my mother?
Oh-that's right you were getting
Drunk off your ****.and screwing
Heroin needles until your arms were black and blue
This kerosene will handle all the memories
Every single stomach churning-acid-
Burning-turning, sizzling thought
That leads straight back to both of you
I was eating out of garbage cans at 9
Where was my father?
Oh-that's right you were teaching me
How to sell ecstasy in alleyways and
How to run from cops and
Drugs 101-the very foundation-
The basics of snorting cocaine-
And the best way to get your high.
I want nothing left to do with you,
I leave every trace of me behind,
Covering them in thihs can of Hope,
This can of kerosene,
Every picture, Every Fake smile-
Every Lie, Every Deception,
Every ****ing wide eyed promise!
Not once,
Did you say "I love you" and mean it,
Forget all those Goodnight kisses,
Forget all the hugs you gave me when i hurt myself,
You never even noticed the scars on my arms,
3 years it went on,
I just liked the feeling of tearing myself open,
Leaving traces of myself behind,
For other people to see.
But thats all over now,
Thiis kerosene will see me to the end,
See us to the end,
Gave a chance, you could have stopped me.
Through It all,
I always did love you....
Good night.



No name



Take me away from this nghtmare
Give me Spira or Russia
Make my video game life come true
Take me away from this nightmare
Because i would give anything...Anything
Just to be you.

Given the fact that change is for the better,
I embrace for the worst,
Living my life behind curtains of false belief,
I hold my anger behing the walls of terror.
That you have brought upon my fragile heart,
Hiding behind the honest truth,
You never saw that my heart was falling at your feet.
Hold Me, Love Me,
Thats all I ask,
...





You left me (One of my favourite peices.)

Never leaving you
Such beautiful words
"I will never leave you"
They echo through my veins,
And glorify my heart,
I love you...
Such elegance,
Such a breath-taking flow,
Such Soft lips,
Such innocent eyes,
Stay by me forever...
All the things that are right with the world,
Get better,
**** Global Warming,
And the ****s in their Science labs,
I've Got...You've got me...
-------------------------------------------------------------
You left me...


I sit in the corner,
in complete darkness,
clutching that note,
"I'll be home before you know it"
Yer right,
I almost believed you,
Until the booze, the drugs and the sex,
It all got to your head,
Whatever happened to me?
Am i your faded memory?
I cry myself to sleep every night,
All in false hope,
It's my own fault really,
I know you're not coming back,
Ever....
"I'll be home before you know it"
The words echo in my mind,
I must have read them over a thousand times,
My trust in you was stronger than my trust in me,
You were my rock at hard times,
But it doesn't matter now,
The gun in my hand can solve these problems,
These fears...

My heart bleeds for you,
Physical pain is my thought of you,
What are you doing to yourself,
"Just one more, give me one more"
I remeber the day i hid your stash,
And i will never forget it,
The 6-inch scar you left on my arm,
This pain...
The doctor asked me how i got it y'know,
It took all the love i had to lie for you,
Even with all the addiction and violence,
I couldn't have lived without you there,
But it doesn't matter now,
I have the bottle to take my fear,
And this gun to take my emotion,
Your emotion...

"I'll be home before you know it"
If this statement ever lives up to it's name,
I hope you have forgot about me,
Saying that you probably already have,
Just to let you know,
I love you,
you always were the best,
.......

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

Here's a favorite of mine:


MEIN KAMPF
by David Lerner

“Gary Snyder lives in the country. He wakes up in the morning and listens to birds. We live in the city.”
– Kathleen Wood

all I want to do
is make poetry famous

all I want to do is
burn my initials into the sun

all I want to do is
read poetry from the middle of a
burning building
standing in the fast lane of the
freeway
falling from the top of the
Empire State Building

the literary world
sucks dead dog dick

I’d rather be Richard Speck
than Gary Snyder
I’d rather ride a rocketship to hell
than a Volvo to Bolinas

I’d rather
sell arms to the Martians
than wait sullenly for a
letter from some diseased clown with a
three-piece mind
telling me that I’ve won a
bullet-proof pair of rose-colored glasses
for my poem “Autumn in the Spring”

I want to be
hated
by everyone who teaches for a living

I want people to hear my poetry and
get headaches
I want people to hear my poetry and
vomit

I want people to hear my poetry and
weep, scream, disappear, start bleeding,
eat their television sets, beat each other to death with
swords and

go out and get riotously drunk on
someone else’s money

this ain’t no party
this ain’t no disco
this ain’t foolin’ a
grab-bag of clever wordplay and sensitive thoughts and
gracious theories about

how many ambiguities can dance on the head of a
machine gun

this ain’t no
genteel evening over
cappuccino and bull****

this ain’t no life-affirming
our days have meaning
as we watch the flowers breath [sic] through our souls and
fall desperately in love

this ain’t no letter-press, hand-me-down,
wimpy beatnik festival of ****ing about
the broken rainbow

it is a carnival of dread

it is a savage sideshow
about to move to the main arena

it is terror and wild beauty
walking hand in hand down a bombed-out road
as missiles scream, while a
sky the color of arterial blood
blinks on and off
like the lights on Broadway
after the last junkie’s dead of AIDS

I come not to bury poetry
but to blow it up
not to dandle it on my knee
like a retarded child with
beautiful eyes
but

throw it off a cliff into
icy seas and
see if the **** can
swim for its life

because love is an excellent thing
surely we need it

but, my friends...

there is so much hate These Days
that hatred is just love with a chip on its shoulder
a chip as big as the Ritz
and heavier than
all the bills I’ll never pay

because they’re after us

they’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we got politicians who think
starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women
with eyes like wet stones
peering out at us from the pages of
glossy magazines
promising that they’ll
**** us till we shoot blood

if we’ll just buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives

I’ve got mine.

Behind her smile is the song of a Seraphim
Is joy
Echoes

Behind her clothes is flawless, sensual skin
Is truth
Beauty

Behind her skin is a heart of infinite compassion
Is passion
Life

Behind her diamond eyes is a goddess' soul
Is transcendence
Philosophy

Behind my masquerade is love
Is poetry
Waiting

I recently ran across a hilarious and wonderful poem by Jack Handey called The Symbols on My Flag (And What They Mean).