Generic poetry thread

I can't think of a decent preamble for this poem (if that's what you call it)... so here it is


<u>What Sucks<u/>

What sucks is feeling feelings and knowing what they are. To acknowledge happiness, desire, love...sadness, sorry, grief, despair, depression, and loneliness.
What sucks is being alive, but not living.
What sucks is walking around, but being so very dead inside and knowing it.
What sucks is not actively seeking death, but knowing that it could come tomorrow and you would be fine with that.
What sucks is having the opportunity to love someone, give it the best that you could and it still not work.
What sucks is when people tell you that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, then spend the rest of the day wondering why you didn’t punch them in the face.
What sucks is knowing that you’re wrong about everything.
What sucks is knowing that there just might be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but by the time you get there you’ll be too old to enjoy it, no one to share it with and that the IRS would have taken the majority of it.
What sucks is being stuck on stupid.
What sucks is knowing that you have people that would listen to your troubles, but just not being comfortable with talking about it.
What sucks is being stuck in the "friend zone".
What sucks is knowing that you are capable of doing something , but lacking the will power to do it.
What sucks is having three days of from work and spending the entire time in seclusion sulking over lost love.
What sucks is waiting for that one person. That one person that will make everything better.
What sucks is knowing that a watched pot never boils.
What sucks is being capable of emotion. Something that you thought you were beyond
What sucks is realizing that there is no conspiracy against you and that your life is just messed up because those are the stats you ******* rolled.
What sucks is wanting an end to everything, to all that is. To all that is your life.
What sucks is having the gun, but being to poor to buy a bullet.
What sucks is knowing how that can be achieved, but realizing the pain that that it would bring those around you and because you’re too much of a soft hearted ******* you don’t want to do it... but you really do.

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I feel as though I am in prison
sentenced to death by an unknown hand
my prison has no walls
I walk about it freely
it is my life
my life without you

Sacred Garden-

I'm looking for my sacred garden, that soft morning light through misty rays that shine quietly without blinding glare.
My hands slowly wave along wet grass and beads of dew make tiny puddles near the roots and dirt.
Faded pain, fear and disgust don't fit here, l am safe for now. I can rest here and wish that peace did not have me safe to cry my pain,
of distant shocks and horrors that l am needing to feel resolve from.
I feel the arms of silent energy. I can lie down. I can be left alone and l can rest. But it still hurts,
l am in a bland creation of my own creating, once again. My escape again.

I'm yearning to someday be there when I'm not running from my pain, when I'm able to lounge in its splendor of, all its divinity.
One day, l will no longer feel doubt about my boundaries and of what steps to take.
For now this garden is a break from my burdens and responsibilities and l am listening to the breeze telling me that l need to move.
I'm surrounded by long leafy willows and ferns. Everywhere is damp and l breathe cool air, l wish l could stay.
It is a message for me that l am deeply needing to feel safe, comforted to be comfortable.
I long to just feel comfortable. Inside, outside, with regards to myself and to others ..... I will just have to leave again though.

I just wish l could bring it with me...

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This was the poem I wrote and presented today in my English Lit class. I wrote this about 2 months ago:


Quiet.

Oblivion slowly lifts and I become aware of my eyes

they remain closed while I recall the dream but fleeing

I don't imagine it meant much, yet it left me uneasy

reality awaits me. My bed's so warm...

I see the rain outside my window and I relate

as I collect my thoughts in peace before I move

I think about what this day has in store for me

it will be difficult as there's a lot to do.

I do not wish to roll over and re-settle

nor am I eager to act, so I'll just stay a while,

like this...

Eyes fully open now, my life returns

my room is cold yet my dog has shunned her blanket

I watch her for a while before my being tells me

it's ready now, it's ready;

overcome with sizzling zeal

I hear the fuzzing in my ears

I reach to lengths in both directions and,

this dear exquisite stretch feels like nirvana! ahhhh...

Left with only ringing in my ears

tingling in my limbs

I await the magic second

that my feet dare touch the floor...


~Welcome to my Quiet day.

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Times For Four-


You are gone.
The three of us walk without you
We are thinking about u,
and we are silent,

This is the season,
once again we
got left behind...
and we are silent.

Grieving,
mothers and children everywhere
when daddy's and step daddy's
reject us.

It's hard to,
feel like we are important
when your behavior tells us
that we are burdens.

Next time,
please think twice
when you think
of greener grasses...

when you think
of other asses,
when you think of,
only yourselves...

...Written for myself and my 2 daughters

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SNAPPED-

Gently,
feelings , thoughts n' changing,
rearranging.
Mentally,
wondering if it really happened
that way
anyway.
Who was I really all along
when I was there,
why did I care?
Someday,
I hope that we will find
what we are looking for.
I hope that more and more,
men begin to let themselves
open up their doors.
Love should drive us.
Life's for living and for giving
for the gaining,
when it's raining.
as a lover and a soulmate
make a bad day great
more than the gaining,
accumulating.
So that your money's spent,
but you have what you want
until the next time.
Because at one time
you'll wonder where it went
and you will find
no peace of mind
until it's too late;
they all went away
tired of waiting...
Restful.
I find my balance
in my writing
and in my timing,
I see the lining.
And in my painful aftermath
of ever after,
beyond the laughter
when I was crying.
I just see me
alone again
and left behind.
Human emotion.
All this commotion.
All of the mess
of painted pictures
of my ages,
upon the pages
of my life.
From baby to ex-wife...
The years of strife.
And did they really
realize
what lay behind my eyes,
what I was saying?
Why did I know it all
back then,
I still recall,
never changing.
I'm still waiting.
For everybody else
to see things clearly,
like they were meant to be.
Like how they are to me.
In all the beauty of the land
within an open heart and hand,
for the taking,
and now I'm shaking.
Pieces being touched
but not the whole,
'cus you're not sharing.
and I'm so caring.
I am so ready I could burst
I'm so alive upon this Earth
and I'm on fire...
Where's my partner
where's my man,
I'm so ashamed
of all this scam
that they've been playing.
I want to know
what is so bad
of letting go
and feeling love, within your souls,
of flying higher that your goals
of poor connections
just your erections
and your moving on.
Thanks for nothing, thanks for all,
for the lessons, I recall
for the learning,
I watch you all
still searching for some more,
to help you spend it
just for a moment gone
and a closing door...
I drew the curtains
across my eyes
for the first time in my life,
they closed completely.
and I'll join you
for a time
in the deadness
of your minds,
but I'll be sleeping in mine.
Curtains, doors and walls
fading slowly.
No more crying.
Hurting, torn I fall,
jaded, lonely
and now I'm dying.
Hurry up won't someone please
save me from myself you see,
I just feel too much,
'cus you don't feel enough.
And I have carried this world too long
with love too strong,
a fallen angel
and now I can't belong,
and too, I'll soon be gone...

Those are really well broadcast. I use that term because I feel as though I can understand your emotions at the time of composition for them all. I was drawn into the poems and could fully comprehend the Peace, loathing,bitterness, grief and responsibility.
I especially liked "Time for Four" ... brought back some memories and feelings that I had not expected.
Very well done.

Thanks. Yes, I have done a lot of work to get passed a lot of hard times. Writing has always been a great way to heal.

Also, thank you for the kind rep.

Missing you

Missing you is what I do
when you’re not next to me.
It’s hard to fathom us not being together,
it's clearly destiny.
T
e
a
r
s
they fall from my eyes
when we are apart.
Not only from my eyes,
but also from my heart.
I miss you.

I'm sad for you:

Yesterday, I had to tell you the bad news.

Now you know the reason mommy has been sad this month.

Landlords sometimes have to sell their houses,

and I know we have been here a few times now,

we have to move again, I'm sorry; mommy's sorry.

You can have a new room again.

You can have a new yard again.

Please don't cry, I know you love your room and your yard...

They're coming to put up the sign tomorrow.

I drank some vodka last night,

and talked to some friends, online.

I didn't talk about what made me sad though.

I just couldn't find a way to say it. It's not their problem,

I don't want to bum out others...

I know you've been trying to connect

with your friend today for a playdate.

I know you don't have many friends, if any.

You are a good girl though, and I love you so much.

You still have me and your little sister.

I just want to see you happy,

I just want to make you happy,

I'm sorry I have to work and go to school

so that we can have a better life.

I don't have much support,

and I know I don't give you what you sometimes need,

But I have nothing left

at the end of the day.

Tucked you both in last night,

you were angry with your life

and you were angry with me.

I took it because I understood.

One day, things will make better sense,

and I'm always here...

Love mom xx

Trust-

I never trusted

yet tried to

and was rewarded with

confirmation.

What is good enough
and who the hell said that it can't be me?
Then again, I suppose that I really wouldn't want to be "good enough"
I want to be Neo,
"The One"
Is it not for me to be?
Am I forever to stay spiraling down the abysmal drain of life
like an loose hair?
Briefly grasping at the slick inner walls of the pipes,
the things I want/need/desire,
as if to maybe save myself
from ending up in the sewers.
But it never fails--
I fail.
I fail to hold on,
to save myself.
Will I ever again join the collective?
No.
Everyday I slip further and further
down the drain of life.

I really like the "Sad for you", it has strong tones of reality that are unshakable. Should this be drawn from life experiences (as I believe it is) then you are a very strong person and a cheer or two for you.

I have a headache.. its really bad
in fact, it makes me really mad

I would like it just to go away
so that I can go about my day

maybe i should go and eat some food
It just might put me in a better mood.


* I just felt like writing something that rhymed... I think all the poems here are heartfelt and beautiful... I'm not in anyway, trying to make light of anyone's posts here.... Just felt like being my weird old self*

Thanks for posting. Your poem is pretty neat.

lol it was my attempt at making something rhyme! it's not meant to be taken seriously in anyway.. but i am sure you have all figured that out by now...

It's cool. I'm just happy that there is another person posting here... keeping the thread alive as it were. Just as the thread title states, Generic poetry, no one posting here (to my knowledge) is trying to win the Pulitzer prize or Mark Twain award. Lol!

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Every morning when I gain victory from sleep
claiming passage to the waking real world,
I step into the most dismal torture
loving you.
My lips regain the tingle of our last kiss
my heart races at that recollection.
My hand cup themselves, reflexively,
as if they were still holding on to yours.
It seems your smile has been etched unto the rear of my retina in vivid detail,
I cannot forget it's radiance and still see it when I close my eyes.
All my answers were you,
the only thing that had meaning.
I starve myself as punishment for allowing myself to fall so deeply.
I push myself to the limits physically
to push you out of my mind,
nothing works.
I hate what you have done to us,
but I can't help loving you.
This is persistent torture.
A continuous hell I'd wish not upon my enemies.
The light at the end of my tunnel is that I won't live forever.

Hey ssbanks2000, yes the poem titled "I'm sad for you" is indeed true. I wrote that very night and am still struggling to find a home. My daughters and I have had landlords sell the house we were renting from them before. A few time infact, so its hard to have to keep on moving the kids. Thanks for your positive affirmations!

I haven't logged on in about a month and am just on my Blackberry right now but I will post more poems soon

dark psuedo-poetry

dark pseudo-poetry flowing like ink/
inka inka, let me tell you what i think.
late night rambling, early morning gambling,
gotta keep the grades up, gotta clean the sink.

just keep going, type type type type/
haven't written pseudo-poetry since high school open-mic/
but its all coming back, just like riding a bike,
the pseudo-skill never gets lost -unlike that time i lost a kite-
in a tree. in 2003. the year of the bee (what?) and the year of the C.
(as in grades kinda low, but i digress in distress, lets get back to the flow.)

ahem.

dark pseudo-poetry: with dark morose imagery/
violence and misery
black ravens and graveyards, solace and woe/
don't forget mystery, madness and show. poets say this world is a stage, and this stage is a cage. and in this cage, a rat rages with a pen and notebook pages, with machine-guns and whistle gages. [dark pseudo-poetry isn't supposed to make sense; if it did, the authors would loose their magical power of captivation and mystique! in fact, discovering their one weakness crushes their impenetrable artistic physique!]

sorrow is a serpent that will swallow you whole.
sadness is a disease beyond the apothecary 's frail illusion of control. beyond pseudo-poetry, spoken word and prose/
beyond everyday people crap, beyond try-hards who pose.
beyond the written word, beyond the human herd.

Word.

Is. born!

Zack DLR says to fight the war and fresia the norm, but I’d rather ******* be the norm, rather than lacklustre chicken-fresia clucking be the norm/
and negative thoughts swarm, and sentences run on while the day rises with the dawn, and I could go on, but this pseudo-poetry has run it’s course.

Much adieu about squat. Let this poetithetic-tomfoolery rot.


~fin~

more dark pseudo-poetry.

My mind is a maze of clarity and insanity/
crack-pot theories and half-hidden vanities.
Illusions of grandeur mingled with insecurity/
Craving for purity yet roiling with perversity.
Mired in the mantras of stigma and self-repulsion/
But understanding (obviously) such notions are false constructions
Nothing more than shadows flitting through the gray between my ears/
Yet how many times have I heard their whispers echoing harshly through the years?
Doubt is like a cancer gnawing slowly on my mental state/
Lost in an ocean so vast and deep its sheerness of breadth inebriates.
A hundred million fathoms down and my soul is sinking deeper still/
I feel the pressure crushing in, driving inward for the kill.
Thoughts and hopes are just illusions when they fail to manifest/
Determined to get my life in gear, to dissipate these fears to rest.
But if words are cheap, thoughts are cheaper still, nothing more than sentiments/
Intentions devoid of follow-through are worthless, hollow tenements.

here's some nonsense I wrote while waiting for the prof to come yesterday lol

Here I am waiting in vain
Here I wait trying to forget the pain
Forgetting the world trying to stay
Trying to live longing for help
Longing for attention hoping to escape the frustration
Hoping in vain cuz I’m still waiting..

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I am not afraid but I’m not satisfied
What I am is no unreal, a truth I despise
If you knew what shall I do?
If you knew, would you consider me like a foe
Hatred can be stifled, but reality can only be blinded
Hidden like a snail, starving like an empty jail
I thought I was safe, I realise I was enslaved
If you knew, could you inhale
My sent, and feel my pain
If you knew, would you stay near
Or run away, fear..

don't laugh at me :d

There was a hobbit called Frodo
Who's ring bearing Uncle was Bilbo
He went on a quest
Gollum came out second best
and now he is as dead as a dodo.

A voice cries out,
I feel you shake,
Tears and smiles,
When your awake,
I'll see you at the bottom,
And take you to the top,
Pain will never last,
And we can make it stop.


hmmm needs a tune me thinks!