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  • Rookie - 13 Points Nic Hillen (1/19/2013 4:25:00 PM) Post reply
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    GOVERMENT SLAVE

    Torn and empty but struggle on
    Captive in a world that I don't belong
    Years of frustration, thoughts turned ill
    When I fell victim to the gates of steel
    Exhausted hope, diverse cries
    Being observed by disrupted eyes
    Tears are flowing forming streams
    The toughest men broke down in screams
    Walls stained with terror and sorrow
    Invaded by fear that's hard to swallow
    Violence brews, you can taste the tension
    Blood will spill without a mention
    I solely lay and reminisce
    On little things I never thought I'll miss
    Like running round in a open space
    To feel the breeze against my face
    To see the moon and starry skies
    The dawning sun as it begins to rise
    I bless the day I walked out that gate
    For some this place will be there fate
    My tormented mind has been engraved
    With scars from being a government slave
    nic hillen

  • Rookie Ash .... (1/17/2013 1:46:00 AM) Post reply

    was thinking about performing this as a spoken word poem.. please give me some tips and hints

    taught by your actions, oops i forgot your words..

    I wish I knew where to start, I really wish I had the words to say.
    But my mouth is dry hence my lips stay sealed as I stand in awe of the things you do.
    Actually it's the things you say but never do that hurt me the most.
    You lifted me from the ground where I lay in peace just to let me fall and shatter to pieces.
    You set me on a pinnacle of promises and there I was standing on false hopes.
    Little did I know your actions preyed on me, waiting to push me off and watch as I fall to my demise?
    The worst part about is how you taught me to live life but you can't even live up to that same lie.

    You were my role model so I took the remote and tuned in to your channel
    It looked so smooth but you told me never ever to even try touching it.
    You did it so well but told me not to try learning it.
    Sadly with every huffing word you puffed it in my face
    Dad how could you tell me not to smoke when you made me taste it?
    How can I stop craving this treat you showed me because I you it got me enticed.
    So since passive isn't enough let me step into your shoes and be active enough because just like you is what I'm supposed be.
    I came to you because you were my role model; I sit with you so show me how it's done
    How could you tell me how to live life when you can't even live up to that same lie?

    I thought you taught me how to love because you told me you loved me.
    I knew I had found my teacher so I laced up my shoes and watched your footsteps.
    So with every move I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you.
    Ohh wow, so much for surprises because you are the one who surprised me.
    I hit the door but you hit the door before me only difference is that I forgot my bags, ohh wait you never reminded me to pack.
    Mommy where are you going, why employ the door when it's love you should deploy..?(Sigh, tears)
    Oh well, I might as well snap out of memory lane because these divorce papers won't to sign themselves
    I look at my wife as she wipes away her tears but as for this marriage I can't take it anymore.
    Momma you told me that love never gives, too bad you never heard your echoes because your actions taught me twisted versions of those volumes.
    Wherever you are I hope you can hear me because how could you teach me to live life when you couldn't live that lie?

    I said amen the day you spoke about it, the whole church loved it the day you preached it
    Even the guy who sat next to me adored you every Sunday because of how you said it and before I go on let me introduce him to you dad, he's going to be the father of this baby I carry.
    I always thought life was picture perfect but those were lies that made me feel like it was worth it
    You preached against murder but in my ear you whispered abortion.
    You shout out repentance but in your house you withhold forgiveness.
    Two-face was a villain but you are worse than the demon that haunts me, wait you are that demon.
    You teach how to live life but you have made it a lie because you yourself couldn't live that lie

    I'm in pain because it's so loud inside my head with words I never said,
    Best part about it is that I don't regret my silence.
    I'm not going to be like you and act like a noisy monster
    I'm not going to be like you so I'll hold my words
    I'll speak not the volumes I can't live out
    I'll lead my kids by example, hug my wife and tear the divorce papers, give birth to my baby and marry the father,
    If actions speak louder than words, let my actions speaker your language twice as fluent.
    I'm done talking let's start acting

  • Rookie V O (1/15/2013 7:29:00 PM) Post reply

    He downs a glass of wine
    Without it he’s not alive
    Friend leaves
    Just you and him
    The kiss
    Keep lights switched off
    The move
    It’s quick and fine
    He’s had his grove
    And one more time
    And once again
    As time goes by
    Both lie in bed
    Sweet cuddle
    Maybe
    Not so sweet
    His friend returns
    Back in your seat
    More silence
    Lights
    He doesn’t speak
    One last thing left
    Get me a taxi
    He doesn’t say a word
    He’s stoned
    He doesn’t say goodbye
    He is high
    He doesn’t like the touch
    Too much
    He is paranoid
    The story told

  • Rookie - 21 Points Gary Kedron (1/4/2013 1:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Would like some feed back on this poem..... I like it think it flows well and can follow it while reading.....thanks.....

    Thy Hunts Mans Hound


    By thy side,
    follow
    obey.

    Oak
    Elm
    Beach.

    Into thy Majesty's wood,
    hunt,
    for thy elusive
    Stag.

    Not
    of golden fleece,
    folklore,
    nor
    legend
    do thy seek.

    Thy secret,
    all
    on
    to
    thee.

    Thy sent
    aloft
    breezes carry.

    Unbeknown
    to
    He.

    Intoxicating,
    Thy musk
    Thy smell
    Thy sweat.

    Taste
    on thy
    lips.

    Thy tongue,
    teeth
    lodging
    into thou hide.

    From thy mill pond,
    pluck thy goose,
    that thy flesh
    covers thee.

    Go now,
    find,
    cries out
    within.

    Bound off
    over moss laden
    rocks.

    Leaves,
    upon thy earth
    of seasons past
    crush beneath
    pads
    of thy feet.


    Over fallen titans
    of
    thy wood,
    I
    leap
    in
    haste.

    There
    before
    thee,
    thy
    Stag.

    Shake thy head,
    thy antlers
    thy rack,
    velvet
    pulled
    back.

    Which once
    adorned
    thee
    in
    thy
    youth,
    no longer
    a
    button
    buck.

    Chase,
    run,
    flee,
    thy cloven hoof.

    Take thee along
    into
    thy
    realm.

    Side by side,
    breast against belly,
    in rhythm
    same pace
    with stride.

    Over hedge rows,
    through thickets,
    brambles thorn.

    Lashing
    across
    flesh,
    gashes torn,
    I
    bleed
    for
    thee.

    Stand there
    confront
    surrender
    exhausted,
    froth on thy muzzle,
    thy rapid breath.

    Smell of thy effort,
    no
    escape.

    Stay
    thy
    chase.

    So I may,
    hunt thy Stag
    yet again,
    catch thy sent,
    intoxicating insanity,
    what
    of
    that
    which
    I
    do
    seek.

    I am thy Hunts mans Hound, thee be thy Stag.


    Gary Kedron

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  • Rookie Michael Yesihaveone (12/26/2012 11:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Lisa
    her name was Lisa *******.
    I could not even speak
    Transfixed
    Eye see her
    Soak in every detail
    She knows
    They talk, they whisper
    She smiles and plays
    with the girls
    I walk in the track
    alone
    I see down
    The ground before me
    Silence
    NO Evil Names
    they
    the boys play games
    tricks on eachother
    Different
    tall
    Quiet
    Well mannered
    teachers pet
    I care not
    i walk on the track
    Alone
    I see down
    the ground before me
    the bell Rings
    Class
    Lisa
    Sitting near
    the same room
    Girls
    Shapes
    Close my eyes
    Wonder
    Whats down there?
    I am a man
    They are women
    young still
    Treated like pets
    NO
    NO
    NO
    you cannot
    you must not
    we will not allow
    Morals
    church
    I was a child
    teachings of god
    Impossible Things
    Dream
    Love
    Garden of Eden
    Gone
    is it?
    Why
    Why cant i have lisa
    Lisa have me
    Note
    My soul on paper
    What did i write
    forgotten
    Sealed love letter
    ON the bus Home
    Offer
    take
    No
    Drop on lap
    Runs
    snatch up
    Run Home
    Walk?
    Cry
    All night
    God?
    Somehow
    If I just wait
    End up happily Married
    Nothing
    I care not
    God is Good, and just
    I know I am Good
    Reward?
    Next life?
    No
    In heaven?
    Surely I wait
    Cry hard
    Lost
    I walk on the track
    alone
    I see down
    The ground before me
    Silence
    Respect
    See other girls
    Say
    Do
    Nothing
    I wait
    Lisa
    Only one
    Soul mate?
    Losing
    time
    youth
    money
    physically
    Not the man I was
    So much potential
    Lost
    Prison
    Mind
    Diversion
    What do I Want
    Now
    Money
    Worthless
    things?
    Small
    House
    cabin?
    Wait
    Die

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  • Rookie Jared Masias (12/24/2012 3:28:00 PM) Post reply

    Who Am I

    Who am I: I’m the courage to get you through the hardest things in life?
    Who am I: I’m the fighter that will fight pass the end. Pass the limit and never give up on anything or anyone.
    Who am I: I’m the love that you live for the reason you hang on so long.
    Who am I: I’m the willing that will keep you in the eyes of your loved ones?The will that keeps you living longer than planned.
    Who am I: I’m the unforgettable woman who fought long and hard for survival?The unforgettable woman who is my hero.
    Who am I: I’m the breast that was taken out?The breast that was no good because of cancer in it.
    Who am I: I’m the loving, unforgettable, courageous breast cancer fight that was ended early.
    Who am I: I’m Brenda Masias

    By Jared Masias
    ©2011

  • Freshman - 1,226 Points Clarence Prince (12/22/2012 9:18:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello: Greetings to every poet here! whilst it's my pleasure wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year; I'm also inviting you to take a little to look at my poems, especially " AGAIN! ! ! " Please feel free to comment on whichever one....! Thanks, may you all be blessed!

  • Rookie Sarah Mohyla (12/18/2012 4:25:00 PM) Post reply

    Hey everyone! I'm new on this site and I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at my poems and comment on and rate them! thx! !

  • Gold Star - 19,726 Points Gajanan Mishra (11/18/2012 9:07:00 AM) Post reply

    Poetry is nectar of life please give me poetry. Poet himself is full of love full of joy. And it is only poet who can knows love, the seeds of all existence.

  • Rookie - 3 Points Ruby Honeytip (11/15/2012 10:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Name change?

    A Booby Trap!

    She is not skin and bones
    Of insignificance.
    She is intelligent substance,
    And decency of character.
    She is womanly flesh
    Of hand felt proportions!
    She knows her way,
    And will hold your hand
    Until you safely find yours.
    There is no judgement in her compassion,
    Although, there is a giggle in her eyes.
    And a wiggle in her walk.
    Faith and love are the warmth
    In her nature.
    There is a nurturing heart
    Beating under the fullness of her breast....

    Did somebody say 'Breast'?

    The story ends there.

    Look closer

    © 2012

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