Personal Poetries

[Mayflow]

I'd like to share some of my own personal poetry here, and if anyone else would like to post theirs as well, that would be great..

Recycling master

White billowing wavelets, you don't fool me
pretending to be the clouds so high and fine
Wasn't it just last week, you were in my soup
and then my pee?

And now you have the audacity to reflect the
spectacular colors of the sun's arise?
O sweet nature, have you no shame?
Has not humankind given you clear enough clues

as to how to be profane?
From within the system, truth pervades

 

[Fluffywolf]

That's quite out there. Very interesting. x) Was considering maybe posting some poetry too, but haven't been able to cross that bridge yet.

 

[riel]

My personal poems are just short. I'll post three of them here.

STARRY NIGHT

O, starry night
How beautiful is your light!
Flushing the sky with stars
Under the putputting of the city cars

Through the night
I feel light
As you dance through the night
O, starry, starry night.

DANCING FLOWER

Once I came upon a dancing flower
Swinging and jumping and tumbling
This I began to ponder
Wondering what makes it go dancing

With the blink of an eye, the flower looked my way
Frozen, I didn't know where to go
I decided to run away
But doing it made the flower run for me so

Finally, with breath spent and feet sore
I fell down my knees and begged and pleaded
With this, the flower stopped and chuckled
And stretched out her leaf-hand to dance with me a score

Then began my dancing spree with the dancing flower
Beads of sweat enveloped me
Nevertheless, I enjoyed the spree
Dancing and prancing 'til the last hour.

CANINE CASTLE

Haleyup! Here go the Canine Castle!
Banging, and swanging, and rolling, and tumbling!
All aye to the Canine Castle!
A little trump here, a little snicker there,
But nothing can deter the lil' ol' Canine Castle!

 

[Fluffywolf]

Oh heck, why not. My poetry tends to be a bit dark though. But not always. English isn't my mother language, but I like the language for writing. Criticism is always appreciated.

Warning, profane language.


I, your burden

I am breathing in your neck forever.
Upon you softly, I excist to sever.

I seed sorrow, despair, confusion and doom.
I am the neverending veil. Your shadowy gloom.
I cloak your world and force you to feel.
The darkness upon you, bearing my seal.

I chase my goals and poison your soul.
I watch you wither in pain, I see you crawl.
I do not seek to create, I do not feed on power.
I seek to destroy and drain you in cower.

You can not hide from my unending presence.
You can not lie, can not deny that I am your essence.
I feed on your hate, your wish for me to die, to dissappear.
I laugh in your face, with sarcasm I instill you with fear.

I'm your burden, I'm your way.
You can not deny me my own play.
I force myself upon you and forever stay.
I have hunted you down and I stalk you like prey.

I am in your life, your thoughts and your dreams.
I grovel and grin when I hear your silly screams.
You try to fight but you can not win.
You can not deal with your own sin.

I squeeze you slow, I never stop.
I squeeze your life, for every drop.
Now wither soft and wither slow.
Endure my darkness in your soul.

Forever Friends

Never had I thought they'd breach
Never did I feel the need
Never did I meant to reach
The place my feelings seem to seed

Insane, confused, alone, a nut
I won't refuse the door is shut
Leaping through the needles eye
Hoping I will fit and fly

Knowing I might break untold
Fearing I might make a fold
Asking myself not to hide
Even though the shell descried

Weird is how I feel just now
Curious how I am right now
No, I say, I think it through
Yes, I feel without a clue

How do I now feel for you
Why do I now feel for you
All I know is to be true
Truth is that I do for you

So here I am, right on your wall
On the edge about to fall
But here I am and truth be told
Push me off or grab a hold

I wish to learn the life you live
I wish to read the book you give
I wish I could explain why now
But what's a better time to bow?

You're nice, kind and always bright
Am I a fool for trying to fight?
In any case, a curious race
my friendship will not ever erase

Truth


Destroy the world, destroy your life
Destroy the lies on which you thrive
Destroy the shell in which you hide
Destroy your soul, so torn aside

Face your world and face it now
Face it strong and make it bow
Face the lies and ask them why
Face the lies and make them die

Rip apart your heart and soul
Rip apart your life in whole
Rip apart don’t wait for ‘morrow
Rip apart regrets and sorrow

Believe in nothing but yourself
Trust no one for they will
Delve, dig out your heart
and jump. Step, trample and thump

Fuck with me and fuck me hard
Fuck me like a fucking tart
Fuck your life and fuck your heart
Fuck the piece of junk don’t even fucking start…

My soul is stone my heart from bone
Don’t try to touch I’m all alone
The burden of my life, the credo of what’s true
Fucking run away for I’ll go after you…

And when I do, when I catch up to you
I’ll bring you freedom

I’m truth and nothing less…

 

[Mayflow]

Very good you guys! I have a poem about a flower too!

Flower Power

Silent within the mind is that one true flower
The birds sing at night, the moon grows dark
and the trees lose their bark
and the thinker becomes the knower

Minds are fully emancipated
And satiated are our true desires
and we all fly to freedom's pure shore
In pureness of love forevermore ...

By that one pure flower ...
Flower-Power! The Jewel, it is said
lies within the Heart of the Flower
When the thinker becomes the knower

 

[Lasting_Pain]

I am​

I am the man scarred by his past
I am the man who has forgotten his task
I travel alone with no boundaries to limit me
As if I was a bird with wings, the sky is where I am free
Let the gentle wind move me in my direction
No need to rush trying to obtain perfection
My path is full of mysteries and doubt
A path I made for myself while I was living without
People who understood me, or treated me nice
Now I returned differently, no longer knowing wrong from right
I am the Grey area in between, where neutrality exists
No more conflict from choosing, no more battles to enlist
I like my path that I follow and those who do not understand are of the weaker mind
Hopefully one day a brave person will walk with me, so together we can find
A place of happiness and bliss, a journey to end my pain
I have walked this path to live, I did not walk this path in vein.​

 

[Mayflow]

I am​

I am the man scarred by his past
I am the man who has forgotten his task
I travel alone with no boundaries to limit me
As if I was a bird with wings, the sky is where I am free
Let the gentle wind move me in my direction
No need to rush trying to obtain perfection
My path is full of mysteries and doubt
A path I made for myself while I was living without
People who understood me, or treated me nice
Now I returned differently, no longer knowing wrong from right
I am the Grey area in between, where neutrality exists
No more conflict from choosing, no more battles to enlist
I like my path that I follow and those who do not understand are of the weaker mind
Hopefully one day a brave person will walk with me, so together we can find
A place of happiness and bliss, a journey to end my pain
I have walked this path to live, I did not walk this path in vein.​

^^ Awesome

Dhammapada

6. The Wise Man

The wise man tells you
Where you have fallen
And where you yet may fall -
Invaluable secrets!
Follow him, follow the way.
Let him chasten and teach you
and keep you from mischief.
The world may hate him.
But good men love him.
Do not look for bad company
Or live with men who do not care.
Find friends who love the truth.
Drink deeply.
Live in serenity and joy.
The wise man delights in the truth
And follows the law of the awakened.
The farmer channels water to his land.
The fletcher whittles his arrows.
And the carpenter turns his wood.
So the wise man directs his mind.
The wind cannot shake a mountain.
Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.
He is clarity.
Hearing the truth,
He is like a lake,
Pure and tranquil and deep.
Want nothing.
Where there is desire,
Say nothing.
Happiness or sorrow -
Whatever befalls you,
Walk on
Untouched, unattached.
Do not ask for family or power or wealth,
Either for yourself or for another.
Can a wise man wish to rise unjustly?
Few cross over the river.
Most are stranded on this side.
On the riverbank they run up and down.
But the wise man, following the way,
Crosses over, beyond the reach of death.

He leaves the dark way
For the way of light.
He leaves his home, seeking
Happiness on the hard road.
Free from desire,
Free from possessions,
Free from the dark places of the heart.
Free from attachment and appetite,
Following the seven lights of awakening,
And rejoicing greatly in his freedom,
In this world the wise man
Becomes himself a light,
Pure, shining, free.

 

[OrangeAppled]

Lots of INxPs in here

Some of my bad poetry:

Strange, This Skin

Strange, this skin I'm in
a bag filled with broken bits
shattered, worthless pieces
that have lost their will to rejoin.

Cold, this skin I'm in
a thin sheath from blasts of air
stretched over a frail frame
that is always frozen through and through.

Tender, this skin I'm in
the slightest press leaves a purple stain
a badge of vulnerability
that can take years and years to fade away.

Wan, this skin I'm in
all the gold rubbed off completely
the sallow sets in
bloom doesn't kiss the cheerless cheek.

Detached, this skin I'm in
there's no connection to myself
floating on the outskirts
nothing ever touches me at all.

Strange, this skin I'm in
a counter-productive shell
over marrow made of sorrow
the source and consequence of regret.

 

[Fluffywolf]

Here's a weird one I once wrote, aptly named A bunch of words.

Where ever I sway or whenever I go
Got no time, don't have no time tonight
If I ever make, if ever I set my wandrin' mind
I got no place, I don't have no place to run

Where there is hope, there's always a way
But there ain't no way, no hope, I stay
Stuck in this place, this home, this life of mine
Forever I am, just me, not ever anything more

How to progress, evolve, change for the better
When all you ever are, is yourself, just a letter
It can change, the substance, it might change in time
But never, not ever, does it change the ending part

I am me and you are you, we stay the same. Just us.
That is meant, the only thing that is meant. It's just.
Just a name, just a shell, to which we relate our inner hell

What is meant? You ask to me? I don't know, I just think
Nothing is, nothing is meant, it's like a present we share.
For ever we meet, we see, we feel, new things and learn
Nothing is, nothing is ever meant, I choose to believe

No way, there is no way to say the point I try to make
No hope, don't have no hope to say what is on my mind
I am wrong and you are right, there is no hope, no way
But why? It's just not meant to be, not ever meant to be.



My first ever poem: Angel

Your soul spreads with the wind, I touch
An Angel you are, my angel
Your voice travels from above, I hear
An Angel you are, my angel

Tonight I wish for your descent
This night I wish you next to me
All night I want to be content
That I wake, and you is who I see

Your touch wakes up the world, I feel
An Angel you are, my angel
Your scent colors the heart, I smell
An Angel you are, my angel

I long for time, time spent with you
I make the time, all the time for you
The world is wrong, the bond with you
We can make it, we can be true

I'd sacrifice the world, my life for you
all you have to do, is ask me to...


This one has a very deep, verrrry deep meaning to me. Hope.

From root to top, the life the same
We act we walk, we want the same
Our wish to die, to stop one day
is strong for all, and never sways

Shall there once be, the soul that wants
that strives to live, that will walk on
no matter what, the one that will
to try to beat what we all share

within our body, and in our mind
our wish to die

...might fade tonight

 

[Saslou]

Oh fluffywolf .. Very good, i did like 'truth'.

Bravo everybody ..