2010 Poetry Thread: Post Poems You've Written and Your Favorites!

[johnnyredstorm]

Figured this would be a nice way to start the new year. Maybe this thread could last longer than usual.
Here's one I wrote today:

Film Reels Dipped in Litmus


I'm a strayed ally cat leaping for the fire escape

With my paws amputated and fur sprayed with Raid.

Every time I try to swallow, I choke from the bike lock

Wrapped around my neck that mixes chunks of chalk

Dipped in battery acid with salt water from the Nile River.

My mother would like me to roll over and pray to God to

Deliver, but the odds of survival are less than being born

Without a liver. Truth is, I'd rather taste life locked in a

Block of ice with no lips to quiver.


Too man cynical, sardonic foes live inside me, if they knew how,

Three of them would rape me. I should probably shame them,

But I want to feel the effects of termites burrowing

Into my wooden heart, and gremlins flexing in front of my

Reflective lungs. And the two giraffes playing paddle ball

With my testicles…they would get a thank you note-written
On a sheet of LSD.


I get off at the idea of having blitzkrieg bombers

Tear down the wall between sanity and libido,

Allowing me to be the first cat to suggest bestiality.

That's pretty much why every Friday I try to

Force feed myself a lobotomy, to make me

Feel more relieved and empty than any colonoscopy.

You clear your throat before you speak, I close my

Eyes because I don't want the @*!% you spew

To infect me and force me to receive an

Iridectomy from a paralyzed doctor with two hooks

For hands.

Which is why I attached a claymore to my tail, that

And I wanted to add a little flavor to the chase.

I let it clunk all the way down the street

Until I ran into a mailman using two butcher knives

To skate across his grandfather. That's when I decided

To stick my tail between my legs.


I woke up inside an empty bottle of wine, and smiled.
I may look like I belong to Edgar Allan Poe, but at least
I don't owe him anything.

 

[38816]

I'm sprung, she's the one,
who takes the breath from my lungs....
my mrs. since I hit it,
I guess you could call it love.........
it upsets all these other chicks,
when they smell her, in my clothes,
ergo, they know her scent.....
its.......just....
exactly the way it's 'posed to be...
the only broad that kisses me out in public,
openly.....
so I guess you could call her wifey,
everywhere I go, she goes, we roll tightly.....
and it's such a beautiful scene;
whenever she starts to grind,
I've got her laying on screen....
so I call her my homegrown,
so fly, post-kiss,
smoke floats to the o-zone......
yeah, she's got me open like +*#'s knees;
she's dope, plus she's grown, with no seeds...
if you can't live without her, then, she's the one, right?
infatuation raisin like grapes in sunlight,

that's bright....

see, I'm, so smart a man, I'm starting to understand,
there's certain things about her I hate, but gotta stand...
I'm not biter; I wasn't even with her.....
so I'm sure there's a number of ++@#$#, that've hit her,
but I still roll, cause, yo, I give a !##%......
no matter how much I get of her, it aint enough.
and that's why I'm loving my honey dutch;
when other #@@@ front, she just bein blunt.
it's the truth, I can't deny.....
wouldn't say its physical, something more in the mind....
and if I could, swear I'd give her a ring,
but the only one she needs is smoke that I've breathed
you can quote what I speak:
I'm addicted, and she's the dope that I need,
if you listened, you would know what I mean.....
bet you can't believe I'm talkin bout........














































trees.

its all about weed

so everybody,

put your lighters up,

please.....

 

[balloonoboy]

I Wish

I wish you would love me
Like I know you can
Wish you would hold my hand
As we waltz into the promise land
Or guide my feet as we tango to life's beat
I wish
I wish you would love me and get rid of you
Sacrifice yourself for the one thing that's true
Love
I wish
I wish
But I don't
Because I know if you don't truly love me
We'll only trample and fall
Never reaching our destination at all
So if a genie could grant me just one wish
I wish that I can love me more than anyone ever will

 

[neighb0rh00d]

ow.

 

[so keyed]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

 

[shoes n basketball]

This is lyrically.The best poem. Iv'e ever seen heard whatever!

Gucci mane is a sick, maybe better then 2Pac or a blind & def poet!

Most Big Booty Strippas Like Me (Like Me)
Good Cush Burnin %+@#* Like Me (Like Me)
Ol Dope Cookin %+@#* Like Me (Like Me)
Vbs Stone Pitch Em Icly (Icly)
Now I Can Probably F**K Em For Free (For Free)

I Gave Her Five Hundred Just For Gp (Gp)
A Lil Flashy Baby Yeah I Might Be (Might Be)
But Them Otha ####%! Nuttin Like Me (Like Me)
Gucci Made It Rain On Ha (On Ha)
Then He Swung His Chain On Ha (On Ha)
Then He Hurricaned On Ha (On Ha)
Got Damn He Put The Thang On Ha (On Ha)
Now Shawty Got A %%$ On Ha (On Ha)
And I'm a Pop Some Bands On Ha (On Ha)
Young O J That's My Lil Bra (Lil Bra)
Any %$%+% That He Want I'll Pay For (Pay For)

 

[johnnyredstorm]

Some pretty good poems so far. Keep it up.

 

[balloonoboy]

Tackled with this one for the last few days

Burn

Hot to the touch but I don't care
I just fear I'll never see you here
I don't want to get burned again
But I do want to touch the stove
See how hot it really is
If this really is the end
Or can I cozy up to its warmth
At least pretend
Or will you burn me yet again
Unaware of the cold heart within
I envision late nights by the fire
Intimacy until we tire
Bit-by-bit I try to rebuild
While you try to burn it all to a crisp
Oh how I wish I didn't have to live with this
A mind and body that's been burn to the core
A soul that doesn't want anymore
I'm tired of being an invalid to your manipulation
Tired of all the long night waiting
Tired of contemplating and debating
Making amends with your shortcomings
I've had enough
I don't want to be burned again
This time I've learned my lesson

 

[ahhitsj0e]

The Jerk

Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?

Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.

Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.

I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.

You're a dirty little windshield.

I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting
for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.

My fingers will be digging up in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. Because the same things that
attracted me in the first place,
will ultimately make me resent you.

I'll start telling you lies, and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.

I'll stare at other women so blatantly,
you'll hear my eyes peeling.

Because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.

Your brain is a garage
I park my #+@**%%% in, for free.

And you're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.

You're so ugly I forgot how to spell!
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test.
And break your heart just for the sound it makes.

You're the this we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.

So, how about it? You, me, and a bucket of cafe ole?

- Jeffrey McDaniel

 

[melovp]

Originally Posted by eNPHAN

 

[jimmybeanz]

here's a poetry website that one of my boys created. it's like youtube for poetry heads. it's still in beta form right now, but you can join.

www.wrytewords.com

 

[johnnyredstorm]

Aluminum Eight Track

I'm a zeppelin made out of tin foil,
Pumped with ranch dressing by a
****** that sent me on a kamikaze
Mission to Mars.

I came back with three of Saturn's
Rings, hung them from my rearview
Mirror like a pair of furry pink dice.

I never left the New Jersey, though,
Because I'm content with using my
Exterior to contribute the shore's
Orange glow.

I'm the best kind of terrorist,
The one they could never look at.

I have the ability to burn them
To a crisp, and add just enough
Seasoning to please Hannibal Lecter.

My next mission should be to
Area 51 so I could reflect the
Truth across America and have
A leprechaun stab me with a hose
Of honey mustard that I could use
As varnish for the pyramids.

Maybe I could even hit warp speed
And travel back in time to say
"What's up?" to Moses.

You think he'll get mad if I let
All the Egyptians see me burning
Bush?

 

[38816]

Originally Posted by MeloVP

Originally Posted by eNPHAN

this is actually a song i wrote off a poem i wrote for a poetry workshop type course in university....

the poem was a very graphic discription of eating a chick out/having sex.....except it was really me just rolling a blunt...

this conservative white girl in my class was offended and complained during the "worshop feedback" time...

all the smokers were like "you're dumb, lady"

Originally Posted by JohnnyRedStorm



I never left the New Jersey, though,

i like that, THE NEW jersey....

lol

 

[johnnyredstorm]

I'm not gonna lie, that was originally a typo and I only noticed it after you posted it, but I like it a lot now

 

[webnerd06]

 

[pr0phecy718]

props to JRS, I like these posts

...I use to write stuff up back in theday but I stopped years ago

 

[highnmighty1911]

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Where are my fellow BGLO NTer's at?
Est 1911

 

[jordanpheen]

I'm into a few categories of poems. One of my favorite would probably be motivational poems...Here is one by C.W. Longenecker:

The Victor:
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don't If you like to win but think you can't, It's almost a cinch youwon't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost. For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow's will It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are. You've got to think high to rise. You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win the prize.
Life's battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man. But sooner or later, the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can.

 

[johnnyredstorm]

Originally Posted by pr0phecy718

props to JRS, I like these posts

...I use to write stuff up back in the day but I stopped years ago

Who says you can't start back up? Even if it takes you a month to write a poem, you still wrote one.

 

[layla]

I like your poems

Thanks for sharing them with us.

 

[shaunhillftw49]

Originally Posted by JohnnyRedStorm

Originally Posted by pr0phecy718

props to JRS, I like these posts

...I use to write stuff up back in the day but I stopped years ago

Who says you can't start back up? Even if it takes you a month to write a poem, you still wrote one.

Who says you can't get stoned?

 

[joe camel smooth]

enphan that was dope

 

[johnnyredstorm]

poetry stoned is trippy

 

[matt53]

Originally Posted by HighnMighty1911

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Where are my fellow BGLO NTer's at?
Est 1911

Best part of that movie

 

[swoboydehteezy]

I used to be all about my art. I'm gonna pick this kind back up.