Any poets in the crowd?

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Are there any CAG poets out there? Just a random question I thought I would throw out there. If you are a poet, care to share any of your work with us? I like to write some sometimes, so here goes:

Forgetting Self
In my mind
Exists the minds of all that came before
And all that are still to come
Locked behind the door of preconception
Only to be opened by the realization
That it was never locked
But simply hidden behind Self


Nothing fancy, but I happen to like it. Anyone else?
 
Yeah I write a few poems but they're not very good.
They're also dark and depressing and involve violence of some kind.
I don't want to just post one because I dont know if anyone wants to hear but if i get requests i'll post one or two that i made.
 
poet right here. been writing since I was 14. some of my stuff is posted over at poetry.com. but from the lyrical nature of all my posts you probably already knew I was a poet :)
 
[quote name='dcfox']poet right here. been writing since I was 14. some of my stuff is posted over at poetry.com. but from the lyrical nature of all my posts you probably already knew I was a poet :)[/quote]

I have the poem I posted earlier on poetry.com. Pretty cool place. Care to post any of your poems here?

Here is another of mine...it is a haiku called "Smile"

Seventeen muscles
Contracting to form pure bliss
Completely at peace
 
[quote name='x0thedeadzone0x']Yeah I write a few poems but they're not very good.
They're also dark and depressing and involve violence of some kind.
I don't want to just post one because I dont know if anyone wants to hear but if i get requests i'll post one or two that i made.[/quote]

Please, feel free to post away! Even if your poems are dark and violent, they are still poetry and art I am sure. :D
 
Ha. Well they're not very good but here goes. -.-
Btw I have an account on Pink Palace of Poetitude. You probably haven't heard of it but there's some ok talent there.
memories turn into
whispers
whispers turn to
breath
childhood memories
age
and aging turns to
death
sitting here quietly
thinking
emotions so strong they
grab you
they capture your soul
within
when suddenly the blade of a knife
stabs you
sink to the ground
defeated
as blood spills from your
corpse
lying there gasping and
bleeding
as the thoughts in your mind become
warped
helplessly flailing in
horror
as your mind becomes weaker and
weaker
gasping for
air
and choking on
blood
as the puddle you lie in becomes
deeper
all you can see is
darkness
as you gurgle out blood from your
lips
looks like death has come to
visit
and has given you a
kiss
look down and you see a
hole
made by the knife that has
pierced
and you realize with gasping
terror
that that wound is very
fierce
you think to yourself
who did this
as you look down upon your wound
again
and i stand before you
smiling
because i was your only
friend
.. or so you thought.
i snuck in behind the
door
while you were lost in
thought
and then i stabbed you,
remember?
perhaps you have
forgot
the pain you are in must be
brutal
and i wonder
if the puddle beneath you is
deep
no, it wont be long
now
before you drift into never-ending
sleep
and you see only darkness once
more
as blood spills from your
lips
choking on terror you
realize
that death has given you his final
kiss

It sucks bum doesn't it? And it's long. But if by any chance you actually happen to LIKE it (-.-) then you could try to see some of me other poems on that site. Here. My screen name is sinking into insanity and here's a link of this one.
http://www.everypoet.net/~everycom/ppop/showthread.php?s=&threadid=20721

Just search for me sn and you'll see all my work. More then half of it sucks complete balls though.
 
A Mouthful of Sand

We’re in love with being in love
And it’s causing us to fall so deep
With no way out
But to dig ourselves a hole using nothing but our hands
And our hearts
And our prayers that we can get back to the surface
Before our tunnels collapse.

“But it seemed so real”
But so did the water in the desert
And the vision of the dead that walked in our dreams.
It seemed so real and I,
With such insatiable thirst could not resist;
So I jumped in
And got a mouthful of sand as my reward.

I swore I wouldn’t fall in love again
More often than I dreamed, I swore.
But we won’t stop trying to reach out
For the hands of our long lost mothers and fathers
And lovers
We won’t call off our search, we’ll never stop
Because we’re all in love with being in love,

We’re so in love.

(c) 2004 jpdunphy, cheap ass newbie
 
This is a really important poem to me...I hope you like it

Hole

Speckled ground suffocated by leaves.
Cowering down to the master.
Beating down the over growth.
Overcoming the monsters truth.

Down the rabbit hole you fall.
To only die.
The spikes of fate tear threw your flesh.
Beneath the surface down below a shadowy laugh at your bloody lifeless carcass.

Blood drips like the essence of time.

You are dead,
Like the wind bashing against a wall.
You are dead,
The whisper of your life coming to an end.

Piercing threw the mind, the memory.
The blood still thick red covering the ground.
The people gathering to only laugh.
Your life in vain, your soul never avenged.

The troubles of your time.
I feel I am the only one to ever know you.
I regret I never told you that you were my only true friend.
I lost my self that day.
Never to regain a sense of mind.

I wish I could have told you.
The things I never said.

I spend my time thinking of the night.
The night your life came to a bitter end.
I wish I could have helped you.

The T.V. only shows the hopes I once had.
The lives of many being lost everyday.
Why you? Why so soon?
One less today won’t do any harm.

I lay here now thirty-six.
I’m too depressed to go on.
You were my hope my one desire.

I’m going to be with you forever.
I’ll be there in a second.
I love you.
 
This one doesnt have a title...and I dont think it should

Today I looked upon the world
A view askew
Made by the press and government

Do we think for ourselves?
Or do we think what were told to?

We speak our opinions and are nullified in fear of rebellion
Middle America
Another name for “Prison for the Mindless”

Live your life and think for yourself
Break out of your voiceless shell!
Breathe your breath and live

The right to remain silent?
Silence yourself!
You have a voice speak out


Freedom of speech?
More like freedom to speak when told to
Burn down the barriers
Speak freely

Your freedoms are crucified
Nullified by the man
 
Ack, everyone's posting sad or morbid or just not particularly upbeat poetry. Including myself. Here's a buck to that trend:

What Life Is.

Cool water fountain awaits
While burning calves and an arid crackle remind
Of a long, long way to go.

Trees provide little relief
Without water to pour over my skull
To drown my sorry self in.

Sun keeps coming down
Upon, upon, upon
Sweat, so much, I could almost drink you.

Breathe, deep, cough, repeat, thirst.
Baby, it’s not too much longer.
This is what life’s all about.

(c) 2004 jpdunphy, still a cheap ass newbie with dirty trails and funny looking shorts on his mind
 
I wrote that a couple years ago...I still think its true...I just need to take out the Speak out! Protest! just seems dumb to say those now...theyre kinda implied...and dont need to be said
 
i really like the poem "taco flavored kisses". it's short and to the point. it points out that even though life can be complicated at times, in the end, it's pretty simple.

"don't think just because i got a lot of money i'll give you taco flavored kisses, honey.
fulfill all your wishes with my taco flavored kisses."
 
[quote name='kosh_kesh24']I like tacos. I think they rocko. Btw, my name is Paco.[/quote]

imho, that one's a classic :D

thats the way they use to be back in the good ol' days :D
 
i also have mine poems at poetry.com, i post there untill they started sending me offers to put my poem in a book, which i have to cash out like $60 bucks to get a copy of my own. i gave consent to use my name and poems in their books, but never bought one. i've been trying to look for it in bookstores but never found a copy. they put mine in two different sets, 1 is called "something twilight" or "something moon" the other i forget... well bottom line, seemed like solicitation to me.. if u other poetry.com'ers get offers like those. dont get suckered into it.
 
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