Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

Walking around as the rain falls
Spinning in circles, warm expressions
Of my love for God's tears.
Rain drops breathe life into my
and into the world around me
The sudden sensations that are
contacted on my skin

Rain...How I love thee
Rain and it's magic
Is it beautiful?

A wearying of pseudopatience
I no longer give it pause
Sence of this should none be made
So the holistic one evolves

Drowning in your comprehensive,
Bullshit way of life
Disconnected path of reason
I hope you suffocate on pride, boy

This is a day or two old, but was written in spirit of this thread. I penned it while sitting in the library trying to study with a fellow university student, and it sums up how I often end up feeling.

Memories linger, traces of a distant past,
That tempts you to never forget,
Teasing you, goading and sometimes more,
You cannot escape, despite your attempts.

Whiskey shall fail to drown your sorrows,
Leaving behind but a lifeless shee,
And although you detest yourself everyday,
You can’t help but drag others into your own hell.

All because you are “special” and “different”,
With these strong words, carry a strong curse,
And so you drown into your own self pity,
In spit of the fact that you know it could be so much worse.

Well and jolly,
Though a little melancholy.

I feel incredible darkness
It feels like death burrowed inside of me
This amazing force of destruction
It eats away at me
It wants me to die
It is incredibly beautiful
It wants everyone to die
It seeks nothing
I am nothing

Watch in disdain as the rain hits the window pane,
Skies ordained in gray, another day of the same old same.
Strain to remain sane,
As I proclaim, ashamed,
"Another day,
Nothing gained;
Not a single aim obtained."

On a day, mundane and plain,
Such thought - profane.
What to blame?
What to call this sudden change?
This cloud of decay, puddle of pain?
"Despair's the name," it proudly exclaims,
As it claims, blackens my brain.

Will it remain? Never be slain?
Sustain?
Maintain?
Torture and maim, in an endless game?














'twould seem Gavin's settled down in yet another friend-zone. Melodramatic you say? Well, fuck you and your partner. =P

My fear to love again
has taken part as a sin
I accept I wont understand everything
so I just need to let it be
But I don't understand the emptiness
within the opposite of integrity

Man, I hope that makes sense.
Haha.

specks of contained heat
isolated by notched space
like the smell of salt
insulating tightly weaved rules
over clusters of dark spheres
brought to a rolling boil
and jumping at candles

craving is easy
like the first inhalation

my throat clutches
there are knots to re-close
if I look aside the heat contains me

seen it many times
have you, my friend

did it open up your eyes
maybe show you where its been

well tell me something, slick
are you sure of what you've seen

or is more of that ..oh what's it called
great parody i do believe

Dumb, dumb, so dumb you've done brung thoughts of fun with a gun,
So run, run.
Once the sun's shunned,
Moon's hung,
I come for loved ones.

Idk, I was watching something on tv and the first line popped in my head so I thought I may as well do something with it. It started off well (I think) but the rest was pretty lackluster so I'm not going to bother posting it. xD

Three are the things that govern a man,
First is his mind, thoughtful and grand.
Then comes his heart, his very being,
Last is the flesh, needful and freeing.

His mind might wish for knowledge-full fruit,
Studies contently, brings home quite a loot.
Even while friendless it can be at peace,
It knows a friendship is merely a lease.

The heart wants naught but a girl it can love,
It longs for someone who fondness let show.
So it cares nothing for money or gold,
Should it be given a soft hand to hold.

The wants of the flesh are simpler in nature,
A stomach filled full and time for leisure.
Others need therefore not show their regard,
Should a man know of a blooming backyard.

These are the things that govern a man:
First was the mind, thoughtful and grand.
Then came the heart, his very being,
Last was the flesh, needful and freeing.

Happiness comes when these all agree,
But content is he who has two of the three.
Restless the man with but one of them met,
Miserable he who none of them get.

Meditated calm
Talisman of the Godhead
Fabricated angst

I want to eat a hundred bowls of Fruit Loops
Kick a table and flip a door
Take my head and shoot some hoops
And shake out all that jibber jabber
Smash it on the floor
All it does is make me blabber
flabber dabber
flabbuughhh
hhoooo
yeah

Pardon sir, I am a fish
an unrefined aesthetic sense
(acquired for just below threepence
a farthing made the difference, sir).

I worry that in future times
I'll look back on my virtual crimes
indignifying my good name
and in hindsighted rage declaim
"MY WORD, THIS POEM'S FUCKING SHIT!"
(although in the off chance that it
does come to pass, in future there,
that my best putdown's just a swear
I think I will have greater worries on my mind
at that time.
Those aren't just my words, after all.)

A shoulder cracks under the pressure
Compassion now weighing you down; seeping

Indifferent to any real communion, save learned apathy
You have become redundant

Shorten your thought process, friend
There is so much power in this understanding

____________________

Obtuse medium
Underhand exhibition
Acclimated ruse

Try to keep calm.
It won't be long, Gavin stay strong,
And hold on.
Stand with outstretched arm and open palm,
Wondering how many minutes have gone.

Patience begins to wear and all,
I can do is swear. Oh so wrong...
Choke, maul, and tear,
Thoughts of loathing and despair
Befall.

To the heavens I call;
One last favor is all,
I need of thee.
He ignores my plea,
Why has He forsaken me?
I see -
My Ma was wrong,
About it all.
In this gall,
I question all,
That was taught,
A Heavenly Father, nothing but crock.
Tears are fought, my mood it rots.

Feeling very heady,
Struggle to stay steady.
It seems all for not...
*pop*
My toast is finally ready.

They say that pessimism's sane
but now I see with clarity.
I think the elves inside my brain
have reserved the polarity.

Short and dull

Greed is what brought you to me.
You have a lot of love to give
But you preserve it for ur man
I just wish you'd share it more
Greed is keeping us apart now.

The sun never sets,
The moon never wanes,
My love cannot be expressed
Through words, only pain.

Before the forest vines become so long,
And entangle my heart,
I cannot feel, I exhale numbness,
Wish I could go back to the start.

Every waking moment is sadness.
I want to be held close,
I want to bleed out.
I have become death herself.

Now he's bleeding,
The red is seeping.
This evening, he planned on leaving.

"Too slow," he must profess,
As he grips what's left of his chest.
Nevertheless he doesn't stress,
When to the temple it's pressed.

Not a second guess he addressed,
As he put himself to rest,
Left himself a bloody, bloody mess.

Insane, you say?
Well, let's assess.

He escaped the pain,
The shame, the names,
Even the blame,
And the endless rain.

All that claimed,
By a blow to the brain.

...
...
...

Sit, reminisce.
Remember the bliss,
When these lips caressed those of the Miss.
Tisk, tisk.
Had I not dismissed this,
Foolishness,
I would have missed my first kiss.


Oh dream-induced nostalgia. I started writing a dream journal entry but what the hey; aren't poems the way to explain away what's on the brain?

I want to kill my family
I want to kill my friends
I am so confused
I don't know which way to go
feelings of uncertainty
they make me feel like I'm dieing
I don't even know what I'm uncertain about
The isn't even a poem

Originally Posted by saltyseedog

I want to kill my family
I want to kill my friends
I am so confused
I don't know which way to go
feelings of uncertainty
they make me feel like I'm dieing
I don't even know what I'm uncertain about
The isn't even a poem

Seek professional help, immediately.

lol. I just feel really dark inside. And have this unstable feeling of being confused. I don't want to hurt anyone though. I want people to be loved and healed. I just feel filled with hate though at the same time

I need some wind under my wings
To reach the place I wish to fly
I'm running out of food and water
In a wilderness where I could die
There's a village in the distance
Where I could find good supply
Until then I'll march on with hope
And for now just give a sigh