A few pieces of poetry

Smelnick

Creeping On You
V.I.P.
#1
I wrote this one back when I was in grade 12

even in laughter
the heart may ache
even in joy
the soul feels grief
even in bliss
the body feels sorrow
but in all of this
there is hope

a positive outlook
a negative inlook
alot of things
about alot of things
knowledge is intelligence
ignorance is innocence
age is wisdom
patience is a virtue

things happen
no explanation
coincidence ruled out
its not the creators revenge
mankind makes choices
choices make mankind
intrepretation left
in the eye of the beholder

the moon and the stars
are bright in the sky
shining over many
broken sunken hearts
past misery
and future pain
do little to ease
my sense of oppression

little is done
and lots is said
big words make a man
and man makes big words
insightful is to leaders
as leaders are to promises
the wise will win the war
the fools will bring the pain

too much pain and much sorrow
are floating in endless capacities
Satans seeds of evil
floating on the breeze
windswept shadows in the dark
rustled by winds of change
little do we know
about plans untold

go forth into
the universe
bring joy and love
to those in need
open your mind
to things unforetold
and close the ears
to things forbidden
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I wrote this one when I was 20

orange, grey and yellow
a feeling of greatness
descending on this mass
of cerebral misintentions

grey, brown, and red
this dark oppression
this windy street so dark
down and down one digs his hole

blue, green and teal
a steadfast emotion
without out name or place
seldom seen but always needed

golden yellow silverness
comfort and joy is attained
but the length of this comfort
determined by the length of wisdom

black, blacker and blackest
the toll of misfortune
with a fork in the road
the past decides the future direction
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I wrote this one in grade 12 as well.

like a needle to the groin
is the misery i feel
like a train to my body
is the agony i sense
the end is soon coming
the ride is almost over
but for now i must endure
this turmoil within

ever orange is the perception
of my light capturing orbs
the intenser the motion
the intenser my perception
sweet nectar of heaven
this seclusion is not
the lust for a partner
exceeds my domain

ever grows my desire for relief
the pressure builds and grows disdain
the relief valve is twisted
and out spews the pain
a small little tablet
and a big giant twist
joy is overpowering
but vexatious Ive become.

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I wrote this one just this past summer.

dilly dally, fiddle faddle.
Up a creek without a paddle.

pitter patter, cocker spaniel.
I tell you now my names not Daniel.

Holly dolly, molly wolly.
Can you find the hidden folly?

Speckled pickle, nickel wrinkle.
Oh the stars how they do twinkle.

parting smarting, carting fodder.
The federales, have they caught her?

winky pinky, ranky danky.
Is that a tear? Please pass my hanky.

funky runky dunky tunky forky.
When you leave please don't forget your door key.

gump rump and tumpety stump.
your out of gas, jump to the pump.

pork and rork are soon to plab?
the milk has spilled, give it a dab!

spenny renny tenny lenny.
eat no food to save a penny.

mend the bend in destinys end.
your mind to blend what bakers spend.

fun is spun inside the bun.
so fun to run from lovers shun.

mine the spines of golden lines.
so fine the fines of endless shines.

clean your spleen you speckled bean.
your average mean to glean whats keen.

sand the hands of theiving glands.
throw down your ties to roaming clans.

roam the tomes of ancient rome.
breathe in the moisture of the foam?

now to sow the timeless cow.
can you foresee the future plow?

cart the part that ought not be arts.
let loose the throng of poisoned darts.

done is the run of this poetry spun.
what fun it was to have spun this run.
 

Smelnick

Creeping On You
V.I.P.
#3
I can't even remember when I read this one, but its not to bad so I figured I'd post it in here too


dark misery
inner turmoil
concoctions of emotions
felt deep within the soul
immenent for some
hidden from others
knowledge is sacred
for some eyes only

ignorance is bliss
for beauty shows its face
to those who are slow
and lacking of knowledge
even in laughter
the heart may ache
and in joy
ends in grief

a mask to hide
intentions ill meant
the whole world
is a large masquerade
with methods invisible
and thoughts un presentable
acts of indecency
supposed by all

illusitory feelings
two meanings not one
confusious does say
a whole lot of bull
monetarily blinded
is those who rise up
to the things that matter
our existence be futile
 

Cait

Oh, poppycock.
#4
things happen
no explanation
coincidence ruled out
its not the creators revenge
mankind makes choices
choices make mankind
intrepretation left
in the eye of the beholder

I like that one a lot. Your style of poetry isn't the usual kind I enjoy, but you're good at it. Or were, depending on how you look at it. Depressing, but not very...I'm sorry I can't even find the word. They seem to have asense of optimism.
 

ysabel

/ˈɪzəˌbɛl/ pink 5
#5
Smel, when you ever look back at your past poetry do you understand what you meant and why you wrote it?

Sometimes, I'd see my old writings and I have no clue what was going on in my mind when I wrote it. :hah: For example, I found things I wrote when I was 16 then when I read it when I was 20, I wondered what made me write it or what I was thinking of of that time. I'll put a note on the side. Five years after, I read the same poetry and I have another interpretation of it, then I note it on the side again. Haha.
 

Smelnick

Creeping On You
V.I.P.
#6
Actually, this one I wrote while I was in grade 12. In the winter time. Between november and february, I usually get a little depressed (winter does that =P) and I guess I was doing a lot of pondering about my future. Some of it is a bit of cynicism about highschool social structures and stuff.
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on the backside of despair
there rides a monkey
he plays peek a boo
with your conscience
taunting your morals
confusing your desires
all in all
he weighs you down
he stoops your back
keeping you from rising
to stand at full height
grab an axe
one and all
together we shall slay
this monkey on our backs


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wong tong tong and cow cow pocks
today's the day, I wore white socks
the cup is empty as the sun rises
his brow is furled as he surmises
his future, his pas, his presence
this trinity of dull existence
a star twinkling, the light barely reaches
this ground, dry and barren
for water it beseeches

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tendrils of the past
encumbrance of past torment
working together in mock unity
to slow the flow of positive
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Some stuff I wrote back in February. I have a habit of writing stuff and then forgetting about it. And then finding it again later lol.

flash
existence realized
hope
goals surmised
time
goals attained
future
life maintained?

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When should a man
Look at the sky
Learn how to fly
And in turn, touch that span

When should a man
Look into the sea
Sink down for a fee
And in turn, touch that span

How far will we go
advancing ourselves
filling our shelves
water, will soon start to flow
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CYCLE

empty
devoid
encumberance
change
alter
emergence
gain
obtain
penance
loss
sin
repentance
empty
devoid
acceptance
change
alter
remembrance
gain
obtain
severance
rise
ascend
past
 
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Smelnick

Creeping On You
V.I.P.
#7
Time to bump this thread with a few of my lastest writings

Paltry Sultricities
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paltry sultricities
time for everything
actually no
why is there never time?
I simply don't understand
space time continuum

my world asunder
and filled with great plunder
I stare on in great wonder
echoes of distant thunder
casting me down under
with memories of past blunders
sitting here dining on fake happiness and energy
in the groin of this place bustling with merchandise
passing the time until I return to the start
of a series of events that lead me here again
a shell
uncrackable
an egg
unbreakable
a nut
unopenable
a prize, new life and nutrients within
but noone will ever attain them
a seemingly untappable energy
a potential that may never be reached
only one person knows how great it is
only one person controls how it is used

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I wrote this one just this winter.


thoughts drowned out
by the pounding thunder
caused by the ceaseless storm
raging in this tattered soul
hiding in this sea of turmoil
at the depths
at the chasm
is potential, purpose and a need
to reach the peak yet unattained
is it reachable
can it be grasped
each attempt to reach it
ends with floundering failure
each time deeper
each time further
than and from the level
the leve that is ideal
eyes level with the surface
need a bouy, need a bouy
need a fucking bouy
to keep me afloat
to warn me of hazards
not just any bouy will do
needs to be the right one
one that will last forever
can't just pick the first one
that suits my fancy
lest me and the bouy
sink back down to the depths


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Also another I wrote right after that last one

peanuts are a nut
peanuts grow underground
potatoes grow underground
potatoes are not a nut
some things are different
and yet their origins are the same
and furthermore, in the end
the different things meet the same end
 
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Tucker

Lion Rampant
#8
need a bouy, need a bouy
need a fucking bouy
to keep me afloat
to warn me of hazards
not just any bouy will do
needs to be the right one
one that will last forever
can't just pick the first one
that suits my fancy
lest me and the bouy
sink back down to the depths
Ehh... is this what I think it is? Because, you know, I don't judge.