Unknown But Will Be
(5/12/2014 3:06:00 PM)
Once in while
we all fear to smile
just put all the emotions in a file
but it is contained
hidden from shame
it all is just what we make of the game
its short but not bad??
(4/26/2014 4:11:00 PM)
The Warriors Prayer (We heart of a hero)
Give me a goal just barely in sight.
Something to strive for with all of my might.
Give me a hero to teach me what's right.
Someone to light my way in the night.
Give me a rifle
Give me a fight.
A trifle of Evil to rightfully smite.
A life full of people, for whom I can fight.
A wife who is faithful, to whom I can write.
And when I come home
From off that swift flight.
I won't be alone.
She'll Smile so bright.
I am carried by brothers, to my left and my right.
Who unite with their mothers, and calm their deep fright.
And in that sweet hour, filled with such power.
I hope she won't cry,
but try to delight
that I'd die in the fight
that the dangers of the world, might be saved from great height.
(4/26/2014 4:05:00 PM)
By the river I sit
alone, caught in my thought.
an emotional fit.
My heart is the pit,
so here I will sit.
and twords the water I tip
from reality I slowly slip
and begin to loose my grip,
My mind now absent
on a trip.
away from the pain,
and endless shame from which I hang.
for the cost of what I've lost I am to blame.
And though I fought it was in vain,
The love I sought was that of Naught
So now in pain I wait in thought
for something swift to end my fate.
I shift. On her I contemplate.
A heavy hate I cannot lift.
My heart was her gift, and here I wait..
but it's to late, I've lost my mate.
around my heart a prison gate.
So now I think what we could be
but now I see
I was not me but she, that wanted to be free.
with easy glee she abandoned me.
with one decree my heart left empty
now here I plee in agony
falls to the ground a burning tear
always urning your voice to hear
turning to you my dear
to calm my fear
but your not here.
worth all the emptiness and strife
The most important person in my life
who's name I've put in my skin with a kitchen knife
the one I longed to call my wife.
While now in agony I quiver
and hopelessness I shiver
I see my body, drowned in the river
Though quite ubserd a sudden urge my body to submerge
Now quite inviting the stream does seem
so why try fighting, into the stream my face I lean
My body glide my sole now fly
no more to hide now when I cry
but in the tide now I must die
because i've lied, and why now try
the one true love that I Have found
to her my heart is bound and
for her will pound,
until I end the sound
while slowly, now I drown
(4/26/2014 4:40:00 AM)
Just A Friend
Someone you can talk to
A person you can share with
The one who can care with you
Somebody who will be concern with you
Someone who can understand you
A person that gives you attention
The one who can share your affection
Somebody who can accompany you
in the storm and in the heaven of your life
Someone who can make a distance and give you space
A person with no creepiness and cleverness
The one with no strings of attachment
Somebody who is not special, but a simple
and ordinary “angel” of your life
Not a best friend
Not a girlfriend
Not a boyfriend
Not a mutual friend
Only Just a Friend
(4/22/2014 4:20:00 AM)
Kindly check my poems if freeform in my poet page. Thank you very much
(3/18/2014 5:35:00 PM)
A congealed epidermis.
My repugnant antagonist.
Two hundred milliliters at
Ten forty five.
Two hundred milliliters at
Just in case the emetic scent
Had evaded my nostrils.
Or the diaphonous film
Was no longer clinging to
My tonsils generating
I have the self sufficiency of
An overflowing bin
Begging to be relieved of
The soiled nappies and the
Mildew food packages that
Fill its cavity.
Every day I put it in the microwave
For an extra minute
Hoping that the boiling temperature
Will incinerate the impurity
That lies dorment but like mould
On my much too long tongue.
It leers at me.
Lecherous and toadying villain.
So I stir it with a spoon
That sweats with condensation
(3/18/2014 5:34:00 PM)
Systematically I scratched at a
Stubborn residue, insignificant but
But I wasn't really scratching
Away at that sticky fleck of molecular matter
I was watching the
Malleable plasticine faces on
The insides of my eyelids.
And listening to the nauseatingly
Muffled intonations from
The insides of my walls
Wishing I could sink my
Fingers into my own
Obstinately unmoving features.
Or tickle the string of my
Vocal chords into submission.
Until my own muffles were coersed
Brought up from a
Stinging acidic pool.
Accumulated from carbonated water
And dissolved sweetener.
I feel the fabric around me
Become tepid and callous
Its no longer healing
It is finite polyester
(3/18/2014 5:34:00 PM)
Newly Old Clothes
My favourite stripes and
Those jeans that I wish I'd
Never bought that mock me
With their tensile seams
Of dingy disinfectant yellow.
They're churning, wrenching, twisting
Pretzals that I grab with both fists
Press them to carnivorous teeth
That quiver underneath
a Buffalo charge.
Split hooves, splitting headache
Four inches abouve teeth where
My third eye should be.
(3/4/2014 9:50:00 PM)
I don't have any ideas for any Freeform poems. I'm thinking I should move to the Rhythm and Meter Workshop. Everyone knows how rhythmic I am. Why not take advantage of that gift from my ancestor, Ovid?Yes, Ovid. Quite honestly, it's just that I MOVE so well. Naturally rhythmic from Ovid (my ancestor) I guess?There's not too many 'Freeform' people around here anyway. Look for the big move soon.
(3/3/2014 10:29:00 PM)
I tried to think of something Freeform, but I'm stumped. Nothing coming. I thought of a BUNCH of metered stuff. Brilliant stuff. God, you should have seen me! I was so rhythmic! But, this is the 'Freeform' forum, so I couldn't post it. Christ! I was rhyming too. I even rhymed 'orange' for Christ's sake! I was really grooving with the meter too. Sorry, but I can't post it. This is Freeform poetry. Too bad. I just couldn't think of anything Freeform. Ces't la vie!