The Poetry Post

Whhhhyyyyy!!! Why couldn't have been ME instead? WHY?

 

Poor, poor kitty cat. ;____; Love it. Keep them coming, everyone!

 

wow, I didn't think my poetry was that good, I'll try to make more soon!

 

alright, another pet poem, I guess you already have guessed the end, enjoy!

I'm still grieving over my dead cat,
but thats ok, I have an new pet!
His body is like a green hard hat
this is my new turtle, boba fett!

I love him so much,
because it is hard for him to die
his hard shell makes him almost invulnerable to every touch
sometimes, I feed him lettuce-pie

also, because of his slow speed,
he won't get far
I will always catch up to him, yes indeed.
He can also be used as a coaster in a bar!

I like him because he'll never act bold
that's why I love my turtle friend
Also, since he gets so old,
He'll stick to me until the end

but one day, in my yard, a huge mob flocked
and when I got to the middle of the group,
I was unbelievably shocked
there stood a pot, brewing turtle soup.

 

Humanity​

from the spawn that we made​

so long ago​

an origin in time​

forever unknown​

through the days that we watched​

all the fears go away​

with the love in our hearts​

keeping demons at bay​

with dreams of the stars​

and the hopes in our soul​

we continue to search​

for what makes us whole​

the knowledge we seek​

to nurture and grow​

for a life that we love​

but wont ever know​

through the ages we rage​

bloody sword in our hand​

we slayed them all​

to call it our land​

now wars for the hate​

of religions so true​

are fought by the nations​

imprisoning you​

with hands on our hearts​

and fear in our eyes​

like puppets on strings​

with masters despised​

through devils and dust​

to the most holy reach​

guides of our soul​

salvation beseeched​

Nathan French​

01/21/06​

I spent a few days deciding if I wanted to post this or not.. Mostly because I don't put my poetry out without putting my name on it. None-the-less, I decided that I would rather you read this poem and know my name, then not read it and never know.

I wrote half the stanza's when I was about 17, then finished the other half and put it all together after I had a larger world view around age 25. There is no punctuation or capitalization.. I did this for a reason, though I forget why now. (English Homework Assignment: See if you can find them! )

 

Fester, I'm really glad you decided to share that with us, because it was rather excellent. That last stanza is so good ... And Lady A, your poem made me giggle! Butter is freaking delicious.

 

Hey, any is better than none, IMO. I will take any poetry I can get! I will take it and feather my nest with it all and simply snuggle in. Thetefore, more, I cry! More poesy! My cup ne'er shall runneth over!

 

Most of this poetry is very serious. Are limericks allowed?

 

They can be, as long as they're not inappropriate! ^_^

 

A Haiku is fun
But I'm bad at poetry
Refrigerator

 

I actually own the shirt you based that off of! It is pretty awesome, tbh. ;D

 

The nation blinded by its own cause
Fallen before the free and united
Substance now overshadowing the ones who once used to enforce its word
The voices of the ones who were once able now cry
To give in to none
From gold to grey, from marble to rubble
The pieces now smoldered and mildewed
Watch as they tumble down
The light that fueled the faith burns the remain
The nation that gave into none

(I dont like to give out my real name but since its my very own and i love it)

-Joe W. Chapa

 

control C, control V
bane of creativity.

stunning words, uttered once,
spread in anonymity.

poetic pirates,
roaming free,

join the crew,
and sail with me.

 

Poetry

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

- Pablo Neruda

 

In our poetry unit, we did a formatted poem so in every line the first 2 words are formatted. However my poem was then voted on to be the best in the entire school. So either we have horrible poets or this really does scare the crap out of people. You are supposedly seeing this through the eyes of a homeless child, whether they ran away or have been abandoned by their parents.

I am homeless, unwanted, abandoned.
I wonder if my parents care if I die on the streets.
I hear gunshots and worry, sorrow and despair.
I see the kids that have an amazing life, but don't think so.
I want wealth, a good life, and good fortune.
I pretend I have a loving family and a good life.
I feel dead and unwanted, like I don't exist.
I touch my only friend, the ripped teddy bear from the street.
I cry that I am unwanted and nobody cares.
I am homeless, unwanted, abandoned.
I understand that I must have hope and courage.
I say I have a good home and life, but it's not true.
I dream of a life with wealth and a place to stay.
I try to think my parents still want me.
I hope to see the day my parents realized they made a mistake.
I am homeless, unwanted, abandoned.

I had another poem I was so proud of that I made this year, but I accidentally threw it away at the end of the year it was about the death of my puppy and was titled "four years" since she was only four years old. I wish I could of shared it, I was very proud of it. It even made my teacher cry haha. Then I started crying. It made me look like a fool, but I didn't care