Anyone Write Poems?

Talk about anything and everything.

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby Felice » 7 November 2018, 12:45

PopTart wrote:
Felice wrote:I write them .but they are mostly songs ..
Tho i have a book by William Wordsworth .. and i can say it's really nice ..got it last year in london ... but it's not what i'm looking for!
I want something more dark and more morbid ... at least close to what i write ..

Wordsworth is awesome and he did some stuff that, perhaps isn't dark but can be quite melancholy.


See i love these themes melancholy,Dark ,Morbid,Sentimental . it's what i relate to .
But when i asked the lady that worked in the library to help me find a "Morbid" poetry books , she said .. that it's one of the best .. but i want something more ..Intense .. and umm .... Deeper In nature ..do i make sense or am i just rambling ??
Online didn't help me really ... and i didn't have the time to browse last year :_:
User avatar
Felice
 
Posts: 317
+1s received: 343
Joined: 13 September 2018, 20:01

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby Cali Ed » 9 November 2018, 15:30

Someone (maybe myself) once called me the Bard of Butt-Banditry. Here are a few from my collection that work together as a piece on curiosity and shame, desires stifled and explored ...


I Yearn

I yearn for a world where no heart’s intercepted,
when I learn that a noble dare has been unexpectedly accepted,
in the teeming summer streets, in unrepentant glare —
when my intrepid lips thirst for repair —
as the sunlight streaming and your perverse smile beaming
entreat me from the retreats of erstwhile dreaming,
back to the crowds and the corner vendor,
with no fleeting stares to redeem or surrender,
as I am furled closer into your tender holding
and into a new world that is slowly unfolding.
I can't wait for the day the earth lets me back in,
when love can speak its name again.

***

I wanted cock instead

I was born in a room of blue,
steeped in traditions from birth, it's true:
trucks printed on the sheets of my bed,
but I wanted cock instead.

To Boy Scout camp I went,
talk of girls marked my friends' ascent.
Called upon, my body filled with dread
because I wanted cock instead.

The teenage years took a toll.
To a vagina promised, that blackest hole.
It's a journey to the promised land, they said,
but I wanted cock instead.

I found a reason to sabotage
until my happiness appeared a mirage.
At 40, my parents have to ask: Still unwed?
Because I wanted cock instead.

But I never told anyone a word,
and my sighs at night they went unheard,
but the hatred in my heart— it’s always fed
because I wanted cock instead.

And now I might have a chance,
alone in this world and free to romance.
But by then my insides were already dead
just because I wanted cock instead.

***

The Killing of a Furry

I went hunting across a bleak, freezing land.
You will be no longer weak, he said.
My father told me to shoot the rabbit dead,
then to hold it tight in my squeezing hand.
What I did to please that man.

And my life has become some hunt without end.
I met a new one online; his picture was cute.
I almost didn't recognize him in the bunny suit.
In the club, he told me that he likes to go out, pretend,
and he seems like a creature I'd want to befriend.

In bed, I tried hard to savor that forbidden fun;
but I heard my father's voice echo in my head.
And I recalled with dread how that tiny bunny bled.
"Faggot," it said, "go find your hidden gun.
Be a man, son, and don't let that rabbit run."

I hurried. The next few minutes were cloaked, blurry.
My new friend became just an animal to kill,
but there was no vicious joy, not a single thrill —
just fear and fury in a blood-soaked flurry,
and the tragic killing of an innocent furry.

***

Two Fratboys on a Couch, Shirtless, Sweaty

Two fratboys on a couch, shirtless, sweaty,
their pants unremoved as of yet.
Together, yet apart,
a throw pillow between them.
Moderate imbibition,
roughhousing, wrestling holds,
a bulged crotch reciprocated,
the desire for ejaculation — the need —
then a suggestion and
quick, such quick concurrence.
Now here they are,
nervous but excited, hands
explore the exteriors of their jeans.
On the TV before them
a titty flick at first, then a bisexual
surprise. No, this wasn't their film.
They wouldn't own this.
From a back drawer borrowed,
what first is alarming turns
unexpectedly educational.
The word of the day is curiosity.
What straight man hasn't imagined what
another's cock is like in his hands?
The gap slowly closes,
inch by timid inch.
Then they both guess the time has come
for the awkward fumbling
of belts, zippers,
jeans scraping the fabric below.
No reason for diffidence.
They had seen each other often
in the showers, admired one another,
jock to jock.
One played football, the other lacrosse,
but they shared the brotherly sacrament
of the field, the balls, the locker room.
"Feels good."
Each's hands engaged in its own business.
"You got a big one."
"You, too, dude."
""Bro, your abs are getting so cut."
"Been working out hard."
An invitation given and accepted.
Who could say who was more
intrigued by this touch,
finger to flesh,
their penises showing equal evidence
and so further exploration
went unreproved.
"It's too bad we don't have a chick here to suck us."
"Or to fuck." "Yeah."
For the want of an orifice they sat in throbbing silence.
They needed to be quiet.
Who knew when their comrades would be back
from the pub, bitches on their arms.
The television muted,
no moans escaped the vacant faces
of fellator or fellatee.
But what would these pornographers see
if they could stare back?
An amateur display of girth and motion,
shoes weighed down with pants
and briefs and belts,
the couch, tattered though it was,
given the consideration of a towel,
the first, tentative taste of cock.
"I wonder what a finger in the asshole feels like?"
Semen everywhere.

***

Tequila Talking

Maybe it's the tequila, but I want to tell you, Sheila, that I love you.
Maybe it's the rum but you look so beautiful as I cum above you.
Maybe it's the beer but I shed a tear when you're not near.
Maybe it's the Skyy, but you look like a guy from the extended rear.
But when I'm sober, those feelings are over, I'm afraid.
I'm as a gay as a bottle of Chardonnay or hard lemonade.

Maybe I thought the liqueur would be a cure for my pain
Maybe that last Jager at the frat-boy kegger can explain.
Maybe the bottle of wine is a sign when we fuck against the wall.
Maybe it was the whisky that had me frisky, but I can't recall.
But when I wake, there's just heartache, my dear gal.
I'm as gay as a bottle of Grand Marnier or a kir royale.

I'm pretty sure it was gin that made me put my cock in, after all.
So I've realized it's true that what I love isn't you, but alcohol.
Cali Ed
 
Posts: 89
+1s received: 24
Joined: 5 January 2013, 06:28
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby Satsuma » 10 November 2018, 21:33

Cali Ed wrote:Someone (maybe myself) once called me the Bard of Butt-Banditry


I love that title :P
Formerly Zoop C=^-^=
User avatar
Satsuma
 
Posts: 383
+1s received: 472
Joined: 19 September 2018, 22:57
Country: United Kingdom (gb)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby HelenLondon » 18 November 2018, 08:43

I just recently started writing poetry, I like to write stories more. But poems are harder to make, so it’s still more interesting) Before writing a verse, like a story, I consider not only the plot, but all the small details: the basic idea, the structure of the work, etc. By the way, I write down my works in a notebook. My friends do not understand how it can be convenient) But everything is simple: I found a special pocket notebook on the Internet https://onplanners.com/notebooks/best-pocket-notebooks. It is very convenient to record all the details, since it was originally intended for planning various situations. Therefore, I keep in it all the details of my future creation. I advise you to do this, it helps a lot! :applause:
HelenLondon
 
Posts: 1
Joined: 18 November 2018, 08:38
Country: Russia (ru)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby GearFetTwinkRomance » 27 November 2018, 22:11

This one is from a song I wrote quite some years back. As I usually do the music, but don't know any decent singers who just would sing for fun, my songs actually never become aired anywhere.

Had to think of that when answering to that other guy's posting somewhere else.
Oh, it's for a House track kind of Song.

Release yourself


1. When I was still young,

I found another way to live,

When I was still weak I sang,

and tried to hide away in dreams


2. In all these long gone times inside of me,

I used to dwell on fantasies,

Today I`m lonely, but I`m free,

sometimes there are these memories.


3. When I was still little and I thought,

to make the right decision if I fought

a war for freedom and for peace,

all that I got were enemies


4. When I wrote up this story for a little song,

I thought about the time I was young,

Today I`m lonely, but at least I`m free,

Sometimes there are these memories
If ya want to hang with me, let's go windsurfing!
User avatar
GearFetTwinkRomance
 
Posts: 508
+1s received: 195
Joined: 8 January 2018, 10:08
Location: Seashore Baltic "dolphin bay"
Country: Germany (de)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 29 November 2018, 18:59

Inspired by recent thoughts and heavy emotions. No title. The last line is from a dream I had years ago. I have no idea what I means.


Drank enough coffee to kill a horse.
Heard enough lyrics to relate to the universe.
Sang the national anthem of the night to cast the demons away.
Fall asleep in my clothes to feel some kind of closeness.
Seeing those sparks of light manifest in the darkness again.
It’s a sign of something that I’m not to know.
Leave me how and where I am.
I don’t want to be that guy once again.
They say you must have lived a fostered life with your skull buried deep in the nines.
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 5 December 2018, 00:02

Not a poem. Gonna get back to an old therapy

Untitled

The floor there is no reflection.
No point in looking in the mirror
For shame has blinded my sight
Wonder if I can get it right
Nay. Not a guarantee in sight selfishness can subside.
Ego so high no one can climb aboard
No mirror to see the things others see
Guilt shame and pride
The traits of a true coward
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 5 December 2018, 00:08

Another on the fly.

Untitled


I’ve done wrong.
If so that I have not? Why do I grieve so?
Why do I feel so empty?
Great empathy weighs down.
Weary and tired eyes.
Any trace of heart I have left aches for those I’ve betrayed
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby Toddo » 5 December 2018, 06:38

xrayspex78 wrote:Another on the fly.

Untitled


I’ve done wrong.
If so that I have not? Why do I grieve so?
Why do I feel so empty?
Great empathy weighs down.
Weary and tired eyes.
Any trace of heart I have left aches for those I’ve betrayed


I feel, the feels in this poem :applause:
I'm a Fricking Delight =]
User avatar
Toddo
 
Posts: 328
+1s received: 493
Joined: 9 May 2018, 07:50
Location: Southern California
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 5 December 2018, 09:42

Bare with me. Bad times. There all going to be untitled. They are created in minutes. writing used to be a lot of things for me. Looks it has come back


Untitled

I’ll delay love
Prolong pain
Karma my one and only
Take me by the hand
Show me the error of my ways
Self reflection give me the strength to bare another cross of guilt
Lights out across the mind
Darkness prevails
Shut the world out
The hounds of vengeance are on the hunt for me again
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 9 December 2018, 23:12

North side house muse

That things can’t go on as they are.
There is so much more! I want more out of this life.
When I listen to the music the imagination reels.
Images of far away places I’ll be.
Images of surreal objects I’ll recall in these strange days.
Turbulence has hit many a time. I’m still flying solo.
Big changes are coming.
I don’t know when how why or what they are. Not even who they may be.
Life has surprised me in a blindside southpaw before.
Standing here at the north side of the house.
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby xrayspex78 » 9 December 2018, 23:50

This is now and that wasn’t “life”

(a sort of story. Part fiction and non fiction. But it’s all about imaginging present time and thinking it has already happened or is happening.)

I promised myself a long time in the back of my mind.
That I wouldn’t get choked up leaving my little town once again.
We packed up the wagon. The last boxes were my records.
Couldn’t trust the movers with a valuable collection of dusty nostalgia.
I handed you the keys and said:

“Please be careful. I don’t want a repeat of the last time. The parts for these stupid 850’s are getting harder to find. I just replaced the suspension on this. No more crazy pothole roads!”

I thought to myself “well kiddo there goes the property where you threw your leg over the porch railing. While drunk during a New Years Eve party screaming I love it!”

The memories of that home when you were 6 walking by. Thinking is that a witch? Remember? The old woman you thought was a witch.
That was so long ago! I had never thought I’d buy that home 20 years later. Now 5 years later I’m saying goodbye.

I start to cry. Grab hold of my husbands hand and we ramble off into a new life. Volvo packed to brim. He hits a pothole. I get mad and say “God dammit!”

My last thought. “I always knew in the back of my mind I’d have to move on. I didn’t know when, why, where, how, or who with. It all makes sense now.”

I reach near the shifter and roll the window down. The old motor whirs the window struggles. I think “ahhhh I just checked that, oh well”

I look out the window. There goes the life that really wasn’t a life.

Alright folks now let me say these are the kind of things I imagine everyday.
I sincerely and truly believe there is someone out there for me. I have no idea how it’s going to happen. I’m not trying to figure it out either.
Life is something to behold folks. I love it! It may not seem that way at times. But we all think and believe differently.
This is how I believe. I tell myself and say it’s happening now. Not later.
“I just wanna live the life I please
I don't want no enemies
I don't want nothing if I have to fake it
Never take nothing don't belong to me”

-Lucinda Williams
User avatar
xrayspex78
 
Posts: 942
+1s received: 905
Joined: 24 April 2018, 15:18
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Country: United States (us)

Re: Anyone Write Poems?

Unread postby Toddo » Yesterday, 11:44

Why, do I care,
When your, not here,
Why, do I stare,
When your, not clear.

My vision, is impaired,
My heart, is misguided.
I'm becoming scared,
Or am I just blinded.

These eyes deceive,
Thoughts, are perplexed.
I don't believe,
These, are the effects.

Lost, in my mind,
A tingle, in my spine.
Im feeling confined,
It must be a sign.

Tricks, are being played,
Your love wasn't real.
Im, starting to fade,
Because I wasn't ideal.
I'm a Fricking Delight =]
User avatar
Toddo
 
Posts: 328
+1s received: 493
Joined: 9 May 2018, 07:50
Location: Southern California
Country: United States (us)

Previous

Recently active
Users browsing this forum: CommonCrawl [Bot], coryag, Edward, erti, Gay-paul, Google [Bot], mastmck, MrBoddy2005, rogonandi, Rym2018, Satsuma, Sogou [Spider], Szymonnikt, Toddo and 40 guests