What happened to the old "Poetry Corner"?

Well this thread is like "Open Mic Night " Like at any other Coffee house.
So sit back, relax and listen to people recite their Poetry.

Who's going to bless the Mic First?


Minx

I think perhaps I accidentally deleted it instead of archiving. Not sure. Anyway, it's great to start this. Write on my friends, write on.

L.

Yay! I love peotry. lol

Ok so this isnt really a 'poem' But its just something I came up with the other day.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
If that is so,
Then you have the most beautiful soul I have ever seen.

:D Guess who I wrote that about. :P

Hmmmmm? ;)


Hahahh.

:P

meh its a parody so its probably insulting to the topic of poetry but it it something I have sung often (when bevvied anyway) and is a bit of an insight to scottish culture i spose if you are gonna get all "read between the lines" on me, anyway its a Tartan Army "poem" from the Scottish football supporters and Im sure its clear what it is adapted on. :P

Big Colin Hendry and wee Gordon Strachan
Buckets of bevvy and plenty of shaggin'
Fletcher and Faddy amok on the wings
These are a few of my favourite things

Greasy fish suppers and Barrs Irn Bru
Chip butties with brown sauce, it's pure Cordon Bleu
Vindaloo curries that punish my ring
These are a few of my favourite things

Kenny and Lawman, they scored more than all
Slim Jim at Wembley, he sat on the ball
Buckfast and vodka and Singapore Slings
These are a few of my favourite things

When the bar shuts
The result hurts
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Tartan Army / beer / football / singing / vodka / travelling / buckfast / Proclaimers / Scotland / Braveheart / pear cider / songs / Methil No More / fountains / fish supper / Irn Bru / eggs / carry out / chips / booze / Red Bull / winning goal / bevvy / curry / kilt / World Cup / stunners / full scottish breakfast

500 Miles and I Have A Dream
Wee Scottish seagulls that shite on your Queen
Taking the piss out of Jimmy Hill's chin
These are a few of my favourite things

Scotland supporters from far and from near
We love you Scotland, that's why we are here
The Tartan Army and songs that we sing
These are a few of my favourite things

When the bar shuts
The result hurts
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Someone give me a beat

*Free styles*

( lets see what I come up with)

A poet told me to diagnose my sadness
so heres its diagnoses: my sadness is a anorexic, a hallucinating Hypochondriac
For there are no words to satisfy my sadnesses plate,
"you're not hungry sadness, waste away Sadness"
Sadness is never satisfied until that number reaches to zero"
The rocket ship to happiness is blasting off: 5..4..3..2..
My Sadness didn't make it to happiness..
I watched my sadness play tic tac toe with the stars and hulu hoop
with Saturn's rings and eat the " Milky way" as if it were a canny bar
For my Sadness's rocket ship blew up into outer space
Fall back into earth and land on top of clouds so that you can Regurgitate Rainbows wrapped around the universe and send to god's Housing Address
UPS your way out of the universe and si hi to all your emotions
for you still have to reach hell
because you have 3 somes with God and the devil....
and this is why you have me wanting to give you a Diagnoses in the first place.


( Feel free to critic it, i just wrote it just now so...WHATEVER)

Minx



Minx

I'm going to give this a try, I don't usually share my poetry, but I trust you. But be honest with me okay??
BTW I tend to write poetry when I am down, so they are kinda depressing.

The Lover

Do you not see the lover?
Tears in her eyes
she loves to see you happy
She tries her best to please you
Her pain she silently bares

Do you not see the lover?
Promises on her lips
Do you not see that she is in need,
But only of your love
Do you not see how you tear her heart
With a simple look of your eye?

Do you not see the lover
Heart broken on the floor
Do you not see the lover
who will soon no longer be
Her heartache and misery too much to bare
Will you see the lover,
When she is no longer there?


What does he see
What does he see when he looks at me?
Does he see the pain I buried deep into my soul?
Does he see any hope shining in my dark eyes?
Does he see the wall around my heart

What does he hear when I speak his name?
Does he hear the longing deep in my thoughts?
Does he hear memories from the past revealed in soft whispers?
Painful lessons I have learned painfully

What does he feel when he touches me?
does he feel my heart skip a beat in anticipation of betrayal?
Does he feel my Fears rise in my throat
threatening to make me scream
Does he feel the wall between us grow?
He knows not my fears, nor my hopes or past
When he shares with me
He does not know that it is to this fear he speaks
And not my heart
I am not weak
Nor am I strong
I waver in the abyss inbetween
I wish for someone to resque me
Yet run from those who can
Yes I have been hurt
Pain is a familiar companion

How can I prove to the real world to myself
When I don't know her myself

^ I like them both. Very sad. You pictured the emotions very good. I like the second one most :) ...

Suzy

That's some really good work. Elizabeth. It's dark and depressing, but you create an image. Good work honey :)

Minx, I like your freestyle. Being honest, the first time I read it, I was a little undecided on it. But reading it again, I can see that it is really good. You clear have a talent.

OMG!!!

elizabeth you never fail to surprise me..
{ sits in awe!} :o

while they were both dark and depressing i felt the mood, the atmospehere.. you captured it perfectly.. like we are there watching these two people

i found the second one though more deep... every word has a meaning behind it.. a story of its own to tell..

i could feel a lump in my throat in the second one..

very emotional but its like the words needed to be written down..

i cant wait for more!!

you have a talent for this trust me.

Wrote today....last night... ehhh.... Confused, no sleep

reflection
that girl in the mirror
She looks like me
She Mimics what I do
But who is she
Is she me?
IS she just a part of me...
The outer shell
Does she feel
Does she love
IS she the me I have been searching for
Or is she just an image
Who is this person
So familiar, yet such a stranger
But who am I to ask,
What is a reflection?

elizabeth you ROCK!!!i love your poetry...keep up your good work hmmm...let me see if i can come up with my own. :lol: :brow:

You guys are really sweet

more poetrys please ugh???HELLO!!!!!!!!!! B)

from me?

duh!!!of course from you!!!well,then from who???i love yours the most!!! :lol:

OKay...

Society
Emotionless faces
Through a fog I see the world
never changing speed
My life is like a poorly written movie
I walk with this haze surrounding me
IT protects me from society
From your burning, discriminating eyes
I am a mouse
HUnted by a relentless cat
I make my mask to hide me from your eyes,
From the harsh reality that is my persona
this world
So accusing
UNforgiving
I hide my face
and act through these emotions
I hide thereal me
Aryificial happiness
Confidential fog
Illusion of masks
Heart breaking numbness
Brought on by the one thing I have
Brought on by me



Stranger in Myself
looking around my eyes betray me
I look upon the animated faces with awe and pain
Thier hope shines over them
Confidence and ambition is Emitted in their light
They over look their hidden gifts
Yet they would never recognize life without them
Their neglected characteristics are what I yearn for
They look at me and see a girl
hidden inside herself
I hover in shadows of fear
Afraid to venture into that unknown
Afraid of that intimate pain
helplessness and betrayal
Afraid of those demons which place me in my haze
Instead of feeling I build a wall
so thick it shuts out the dark
yet it takes with it the light
I am left only with myself
a stranger I have yet to meet

your so amazing!!!and how you came up with this?i like that!!!keep you head up chica!!!!! :lol:

Powerful...Autobiographical? :brow:

Love ya! I have more, anytime some one wants to read it....but yeah

:clap: i have to give you my props!!!!!

:blush:

aww...dont be embarressed you showed your beauty bright side and i am proud or you. :hug:

:grin: thank you

Raven Haired

I gaze upon you and see beautiful darkness
Deep and unknowing, mysterious, yet alluring

Every movement of your eyes and lips,
Is framed and given context by your raven hair.

Emotions and desires battle within me,
Fear of the unknown, excitement over the new
Weakness grips my heart, intimidation most severe

I fall under the spell of nihilistic seduction,
Dreaming of your raven hair.

^ I like! :clap:

way to go brian!!!! :D

Realization

Awake in the dark i watch my life
I see joy and depression
Thoughts of inconciquential death cross my vision
Synotanious emotions bombard my brain
I feel not my body
Only the emtions in my mind
I hear past conversations
Like dialoge from a movie I have not seen,
Yet I know the plot
Slowly these thoughts blend
They combine and form a portrait
The picture is of me
These are the essentials that make me
now I realize
I cannot change myself
I cannot be happy whenever I want
My mind is another body inside
I cannot see the outside
But I know it well
Why can't other people see?
This is me
The only me
inconsistant Emotion and deep toughts
faces of time and fog
I know that I am the one thing I am always sure to have

you know what ob?you are very good at this and i love it!!!!!! :)

At Your Mercy

I sit here with my head in my hands
At your mercy
My tears flow freely
I am vulnerable
At your mercy
You have the power to move mountains
Or to sink ships
As I sit here
MY emotions flowing in salty waves
I am at your mercy.
What will ou do?
I turn to you
My tears are numerous
My fears constant
If you turn your back
you crush my hopes
IF you take me in your arms
And hold me like I pray you will
IF you tell me everthing will be alright
And kiss away my tears
You lift my hope
If you run from my emotions
YOu will crush the trust I have in you
As I sit here in my Darkest hour
MY emotions displayed for all to see
I amvulnerable
At your mercy
What do you do?
My heart is in your hands

I believe in You...

I believe in you when you say
It'll all be alright
I believe in you when you say
You need to fight

I believe in you when you cry
the words of despair
I believe in you when you cry
and your soul is laid bare

I believe in you when you're happy
Cause I see you shinning through
I believe in you when you're happy
And anything you will do

I believe in you when you're mad
and the frustration holds you in
I believe in you when you're mad
but you believe its a sin

I believe in you when you're determined
and nothing gets in your way
I believe in you when you're determined
you're is what you will say

I believe in who you are
a personality so full of beauty
I believe in who you
But you have to believe me

I believe in you and you alone
please try to see
I believe in you and you alone
anything you want you can be


I believe in you
and on you I can depend
I believe in you
you'll always be my best-friends!!!!!
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The Gift Of Friends...

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.

these are mines but,i have more to write.

Speachless..... These are beautiful!!!!! keep writing wowo. You never fail to surprise me. Don't stop writing. really. very beautiful and well created.

There are things we wish for before great moments,
and at this great moment I wish that you were here
because for once in my life I want to make you proud
I want to make you scream and shout:
" yeah, thats my Daughter!!!"
All my life I've felt like a bird with clipped wings
that were wrapped around and orbit, trapped in a locked cage that can't be found
by any other being but yourself because like in my dreams
you're aliens from outer space
that rip me out of my own fantasies and you abduct me into your reality that says
that I can't do anything right:
I'm gay
I'm stupid
I'm HUMAN
and I'm WALDO
Because like waldo
I need to find myself without you pointing to the direction.

I'm Water, Call a glass of liquid GORGEOUS
and Watch it Freeze into GORGEOUS Atoms,
Look at yourself in the Mirror and call yourself Ugly
and You'll be so FUCKEN UGLY

People are dope ass poets
because they call themselves dope ass poets!!!


So let me call myself BEAUTIFUL
and let me be beautiful


Minx

^ I love that one boo. it's powerful and i can relate to it somehow :) ...

Suzy

The Gift Of Friends...

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.
------------------------------------

On The Wings of A Butterfly...

Your friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon...

You remind me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see...

We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We'll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow...

When the time is right,
We won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly ...

to obsadian butterfly and you are my very best friend.

Thank you!

*Continues*


Let the stardust dissolve my tears
and let them crumble and fall on top
of graves so they can nourish forgotten dreams and lost hopes
for there is still time waiting to exhale in that casket
but it waits for no one to let go from actually dying
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
While hearing the priest say those very words,
I'm letting time die
from not over coming my addiction
like taking that first hit of coke,
Procrastination was just as deadly

( TO BE CONTINUED)


Minx

Beautiful.

I didn't write these. A girl I used to be friends with did, but they're so good I had to put them up here.

Here's numero uno:

ATTENTION SHOPPERS!!!
attention 9 to 5 folk, cell-phone masses,
the up and coming classes.
attention sports-utility,
plastic-surgery suburbanites,
viagra-popping, gucci-shopping urbanites.
attention george-clooney loonies,
promise-keeper sheep,
stockbroker sleep-walkers,
big investment talkers,
ricki lake-watchers.
attention walmart congregation,
shop til you drop generation,
ATTENTION NATION!
AMERICA’S ON SALE!

We’ve unstocked the welfare pantry
to restock the wall street gentry
it’s economically elementary
because values don’t pay,
yes, american dreams are on permanent layaway!
(there was limited availability anyway)
the statue of liberty is being dismantled,
ten dollars a piece to sit on your mantle
or hang on your wall
by the small somalian child
you bought from sally struthers
sisters and brothers, it’s now or never,
these deals won’t last forever-
AMERICA’S ON SALE!
(restrictions may apply if you’re black, gay or female)

And shoppers!
global perspective is ninety-ninety percent off
cause most of the world don’t count to us.
our ethic inventory is low
because moral business has been slow,
the values-company is moving to mexico--
and ALL ETHICS MUST GO!

It’s a remote control America that’s on sale
because standing up for justice can’t compare
to clicking through it from a lazy chair--
Answer: jerry, montel, oprah
Question: folks who really care!
for a million dollars!
in this new mcveggie burger world order
where the mainstream scene has an alternative theme.
where national health care is one hundred percent off!
and medicare is in the fifty percent bin,
so you can buy--half an operation
when AMERICA’S ON SALE!
There’s a close-out bid to determine
which religion will win
all the neon flashing signs of sin.
the Christian Coalition is bidding high
shoppers, you ask WHY?!
who needs a higher power when you’ve got
the purchasing power
to corner and market
one human mold.
That’s right - Real family values
are being UNDERSOLD!!

And it’s open hunting season for the NRA!
there’s a special oozie discount-- only today!
Gun control?! We say--
Fuck it! Blow it all away!

Because inflation is up on the CEO ego
and power is deflated as far as we go:
Nike bought the revolution,
and law schools bought the constitution!
Tommy Hilfiger bought the red, white, and blue,
(a flag shirt for fifty dollars,
the one being burned is you!)
Marlboro bought what it means to be a man,
Lexus equals power- so get it while you can.
Maybelline bought beauty,
New York bought Rudy Guiliani,
Mastercard Gold bought the national soul
Broadway bought talent and called it CATS!
the Republicans bought out the Democrats-
they liquidated all asses in a fat white donkey sale-
now it’s buy one shmuck, get one shmuck free
in the capitalist party!
And there’s nothing left to get in the way
of a full blue-light blow-out
of the U.S. of A!
there’s a no-nothing back guarantee,
a zero-year warranty,
when you buy this land of the fritos, ruffles, lays..
this home of the braves, the chiefs, the reds, the slaves!
so call 1-800- i don’t care about shit
or www.FUCK ALL OF IT!
to receive your credit for the fate of our nation-
(call now! Interest is at an all-time low)

But hurry shoppers!
because america’s being downsized, citizens,
and you’re all fired

Eve’s mouth hurts from trying not to laugh
at some joke some scholar made
about her being someone’s half.
It was a joke, a lie, exaggeration, a fib.
And now you all believe I came from his rib.

She screams at the top of her lungs:
"I’m whole! I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul."

Well, Queen Victoria gave her daughter some advice
as her daughter shook and trembled on her wedding night. Queen Victoria, she said to her daughter:
"Baby, lie still and think of the Empire!"
And her husband, though kind and mild,
he never stopped to wonder why she never smiled.

Little Red Riding Hood was walking down the trail,
she was carrying the goodies,
thought "They’ll go stale".
So, she ate ‘em all up and that was that.
Then, she threw them all up, fear of getting fat.
Cause even Red Riding Hood reads magazines,
the ones prescribing diets for pre-teens.

Now, we’ve got Cinderella, she’s chilling at home
quite content with being alone.
She is playing with the mice and singing with the birds and they’re the only ones who ever heard these words.
She said "I’ll get in the damn pumpkin. Do it all right,
weep and lose my slipper, freak out at midnight.
But there’s one thing that the prince might not like,
it’s the Fairygod I’m after.
I’m a dyke."

She screams at the top of her lungs "I’m whole,
I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul"
She screams at the top of her lungs "I’m whole,
I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul."

So we’ve got Snow White, she’s a homemaker of sorts cause she cleans and she cooks and she takes care of dwarves. One day, I said "SnowWhite, go back to school".
She said "No, I can’t, I’d feel like a fool. You know, it’s hard for us womyn to try to be ourselves,
we spend our whole damn lives taking care of little elves.

Now we’ve got Rapunzel, she’s chilling in the tower, waiting for the handsome prince
she’s sapped of all her power.
Finally, one day, the handsome prince in town
called up to Rapunzel, "Yo girl, let it down!"
But our dear Rapunzel was nowhere to be seen,
yes our dear Rapunzel had learned something keen.
"All that time alone kinda taught me how to cope,
so I shaved my head and I made me a rope!"

Now, Helen of Troy, they say, launched a thousand ships
with the short of her skirt and the shape of her lips.
And when that old bard lay the blame at her face
for the rape of a nation-
Wrong time. Wrong place.
Helen simply whispered, "history’s our test.
Look between the lines, girls, Read beneath the text."

She screams at the top of her lungs, "I’m whole,
I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul"
She screams at the top of her lungs, "I’m whole,
I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul"
She screams.