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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread

 
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000

broken, i am coming. so
mother your shotgun. mot-
her a high, gentle face,
colder than the woods,
lonely for
a seedy war. bones, spell-
bound & sashéd w/ unfamiliar
tears stranded on the cheeks
of a cold, gentile face.


Idol1
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oh mother!
somebody show me the way
to the place where i once was held
in the arms of a safe warm
mother
sister
brother
i am coming. love.
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Eternal autumn





Frozen in eternal autumn
I watch the years fall
like yellow leaves.
I have become immobile
and unchanging like
some pagan idol.
Unmoving yet restless,
I see the sun drown in
oceans of time.
In fear of the emptiness
I embraced the gift of
endless dying.
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000

broken, i am coming. so
mother your shotgun. mot-
her a high, gentle face,
colder than the woods,
lonely for
a seedy war. bones, spell-
bound & sashéd w/ unfamiliar
tears stranded on the cheeks
of a cold, gentile face.


Idol1
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 40229481


oh mother!
somebody show me the way
to the place where i once was held
in the arms of a safe warm
mother
sister
brother
i am coming. love.
 Quoting: octobersolstice


Beautiful.
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he was laid?
whiff warlock ma?
& sexed the cosmos, O

short-wood in out
tory & the o'bit
in time
in gene
eating whores?

statues & signal his fiery
piss: afterward, lament his giant
virtue & gin-cosmo',

blood wit rib returns.
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Eternal autumn





Frozen in eternal autumn
I watch the years fall
like yellow leaves.
I have become immobile
and unchanging like
some pagan idol.
Unmoving yet restless,
I see the sun drown in
oceans of time.
In fear of the emptiness
I embraced the gift of
endless dying.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bumppeace
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Eve took the first bite of the apple and then twisted adams holy perspective, i.e women are easily influenced and very susceptible to "mental abuse". Once she had consumed the knowledge she could easily seem god like with intelligence when she was influencing adams perspective of right or wrong.
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Women are the root cause of evil. Always trying to change you into what they want you to be instead of what you want to be too fill there own selfish desires and needs. Women always try to step on your hopes and dreams as they want you for themselves as I said before completely selfish. There always touching you too, its like bitch don't touch me I need my space but I guess it's whatever.
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original by me.

i have 100's of poems. I'm going to publish soon hopefully.


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Tell me words that mark this place in time.
So long now, this cocoa winter.
How slow the choking fingers and spinning dance.
How your eyes shine in the rocks and pine.

How strange it is, rocks piled high.
Century old staircase ascending.
And a spectre like growing vines.
A spectre no further from this than me.
A ghost, as unable as We.

Flame frozen in time.
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"No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals."
~Tleilaxu Godbuk
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Eve took the first bite of the apple and then twisted adams holy perspective, i.e women are easily influenced and very susceptible to "mental abuse". Once she had consumed the knowledge she could easily seem god like with intelligence when she was influencing adams perspective of right or wrong.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 12395797


Women are the root cause of evil. Always trying to change you into what they want you to be instead of what you want to be too fill there own selfish desires and needs. Women always try to step on your hopes and dreams as they want you for themselves as I said before completely selfish. There always touching you too, its like bitch don't touch me I need my space but I guess it's whatever.
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some eyes see big
some eyes see small
some eyes see absolutely nothing at all
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Eternal autumn





Frozen in eternal autumn
I watch the years fall
like yellow leaves.
I have become immobile
and unchanging like
some pagan idol.
Unmoving yet restless,
I see the sun drown in
oceans of time.
In fear of the emptiness
I embraced the gift of
endless dying.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 799151




!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bumppeace
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 40229481


Thanks!
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original by me.

i have 100's of poems. I'm going to publish soon hopefully.


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Tell me words that mark this place in time.
So long now, this cocoa winter.
How slow the choking fingers and spinning dance.
How your eyes shine in the rocks and pine.

How strange it is, rocks piled high.
Century old staircase ascending.
And a spectre like growing vines.
A spectre no further from this than me.
A ghost, as unable as We.

Flame frozen in time.
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 Quoting: Lole Ibn Plutoon


I like it.
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some eyes see big
some eyes see small
some eyes see absolutely nothing at all
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Short but effective
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Poetry





Words written in blood
on parchment made of skin.
The soul poured out for all
to see in glorious sacrifice.
A play with words,
that makes gold out of lead.
Art in its truest form,
the alchemy of the heart.
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some eyes see big
some eyes see small
some eyes see absolutely nothing at all
 Quoting: octobersolstice


Short but effective
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 799151


hf
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Shadow Kings

My secret god that fills the sky
at night. Lord of the twilight,
of madness, death and
rapture.

Sinfully but with heads held high
we dine on the nectar of life.
This is a burden we, the chosen
must bear.

Are we, the rulers of the night
denied our right to godhood?
We, the kings of shadows born
of sacred blood.

Alas, it was with great sorrow
we left the world of men. Bereft
even of our humanity, we long
for redemption.

Sorry is our fate. False lives filled
only with bittersweet reminiscence
of a less unhappy past. A past when
we were alive.
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Cthonic ascension






Sacred vows remain unbroken.
Secret words are never spoken.
We who hide within your world,
seldom seen and never heard.
Though we wield a godlike power
in hiding we await the hour.
The hour when we rise once more
breaking through the hidden door.
Like a stream we'll ascend to earth
she who spawned us, giving birth.
We are many. We are strong.
Don't oppose us. Sing our song!
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some old, old canonized poetry...from the King James Bible...

Mathew 23:37

(& jesus said)


"The teachers of the Law & the Phari-sees sit in Moses' seat.

You must be careful to do everything they tell you. But do not

do what they do…O' Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the

prophets & stone those sent to you, how often have I longed

to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks--

under her wings, and you were not willing."
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Brook Eye (for the X)
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A light trembles through the bows of the old conifers, and breaks in twain, crashing across soft ripples in the brook. She walks down scattered beams of sunglint, litting on a mossy rock. Her hair, the softest of rarest heaven spun finery, waifts like spidersweb in october breezes.

Perched daintily as a dragonfly, soft waves in microsplashes crash across her island in the stream, a fine mist plays with the prism of light, almost changing colours as it dances along the ends of her venusian lashes.

The rustling in autumnal oranges and reds, yellows floating on the wind, splay drops and daubs of the season everywhere her eyes descend.

Polished rocks, in tumble under creekwater make a clamour, as an audience would applaud, to her briefest grace alighted in the falling dusk of serenity.
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"No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals."
~Tleilaxu Godbuk
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The Secret Sepulchre of Dreams





In the secret sepulchre of dreams you rest.
Hidden from the cruel eyes of the world.
Free from worry in this deathlike sleep.
Seeking the happiness life denied you.
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King of Despair

I looked to the sky and
saw the stars fall.

I felt the earth tremble
like a leaf in the wind.

Then with the roar of
a lion He came.

The faithful looked at
Him in awe.

"I am but a servant of
the one who comes."

I fell on my knees at
this great wonder.

"Rise up, my child"
he said.

"You, the chosen one
should not kneel."

I looked at my body.
At the robes of a king.

"All this is yours to rule
until the end."

In gratitude for this last
gift, I wept like a child.

"Cry not, oh king of despair.
There is nothing to cry for."

And then I saw the final light
extinguished.
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Brook Eye (for the X)
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A light trembles through the bows of the old conifers, and breaks in twain, crashing across soft ripples in the brook. She walks down scattered beams of sunglint, litting on a mossy rock. Her hair, the softest of rarest heaven spun finery, waifts like spidersweb in october breezes.

Perched daintily as a dragonfly, soft waves in microsplashes crash across her island in the stream, a fine mist plays with the prism of light, almost changing colours as it dances along the ends of her venusian lashes.

The rustling in autumnal oranges and reds, yellows floating on the wind, splay drops and daubs of the season everywhere her eyes descend.

Polished rocks, in tumble under creekwater make a clamour, as an audience would applaud, to her briefest grace alighted in the falling dusk of serenity.
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 Quoting: Lole Ibn Plutoon


Great!
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Forest





I have found the
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
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*For my astronomy/astrology friends :)

~Pluto.
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The ice on pluto,
Is my bed.
And scorpions line the path,
Where i would walk
In the cold silence.
Inside the years between,
Like the covers and sheets
The warmth of Leonic embrace,
A fading memory.
I am the farthest away.
Light trickling like desert rains.
And i am still spinning,
Among the sun.
In darkest corners;
Radiating her heat,
Stretching millions of miles.
I can see her glimmer.
Pluto.
A far off world.
Not going anywhere.
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"No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals."
~Tleilaxu Godbuk
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Messiah





He who is the consummation
of our faith. He who was told
of in the prophecies of old.
He is the one who is no one.
A saint enclosed in darkness,
battling dragons and serpents.
One day he shall be born out
of the void and a new age will
dawn.
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Out of the west





The skies going dark
herald my coming.
Only when all is dark,
I can arise.
Look to the West.
I am the lightning that
you see in the distance.
See the clouds disperse
as I approach.
See the skies brighten
with my coming.
Only light can dispell
darkness.
The light that comes
out of darkness.
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electricKoolaid
what color are you feeling today
what flavor are you displaying?
 Quoting: octobersolstice


:) Hi.

My line of sight sees a remarkable blue,
Far beyond the sky's reach, as if the stars
Had cast themselves into the Abyss,
Leaving trails of periwinkl'd dust behind them.
 Quoting: ElectricKoolaid


lovely
are your eyes
and voice
the colors true become you
somewhere between the stars and i
you do shine out in blue
and i hear you
alive and breathing
still catching the sparkles like ice flakes
on your face
melting and cascading into pools of grace
steaming you right in your place
so all the crinkles and wrinkles can just smooth out
and all the moves that matter are all about you
singling you out
'cause there's only one of you
and i'm glad you are a poet who said yes
let's write this thing!
and i wish you the very best today
yes in everything. the best.
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Forest





I have found the
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 799151


i love it.
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Forest





I have found the
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 799151


i love it.
 Quoting: octobersolstice


thank you!
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*Of darker portent..


~In the Interest of Science
---------------------------

Rust cascades across their bodies. Their steel hearts Corrode overgrown in flora.
Their wire arteries dissassembled and bled out.
Breath blood and oil, black and red.
Dull eyed motor, look at me wrong, cold steel skull.
We built them, our art has become our masters.
Their giant frames housing the current of our new god, the Manufactured.
No questions need be left unanswered.
Mechanation of our creation, lead us into the lava.
We larvae, fed to the gears, reformatted into the raw data; Our past useless in the blinking aura of electrofuck.
While we were alone, centuries in the dark, the cracking Sky and tears of god, tears of laughter, scoffing.
our candles unlit.
we prayed and ate the fruit of science.
we asked for more years, more loves, more security.
they waited in the clouds, bursts of love. biting 1,000,000 volts of love.
we carved their bodies from the earthen ore, creating a womb for their mecha-soul.
the sheer simplicity, and infinite gasp of more. the knowledge we begat of serptentine
intention.
their hiss and creak and smoke and fire the only companion left. our manmade mothers, created to read our data from birth till death, compounding our dust into the numbers of our soul.
I have seen the world without them. we helpless rubbery skin sacks, once sheppard now sheep. insects of our soul, a bloody mess under the bootheel of our own design.
essence uploaded, remade to be unearthly unnatural flickers on a screen.
your light is gone. you will never be remade. in the interest of science, you have
sceeded yourself to the Digital Death. Anononimity beyond the veil of our pixelated carcass.
unplugged from reality, and recycled lives borrowed icons, the hive mind made electric.
the dream is dead. the Nightmare of our future is born.

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I'm afraid that one will need work before publishing. That will be the last one I'm putting up, unless someone really likes my stuff. Btw sweeden: I liked Eternal Autumn the most so far :)
"No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals."
~Tleilaxu Godbuk
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*Of darker portent..


~In the Interest of Science
---------------------------

Rust cascades across their bodies. Their steel hearts Corrode overgrown in flora.
Their wire arteries dissassembled and bled out.
Breath blood and oil, black and red.
Dull eyed motor, look at me wrong, cold steel skull.
We built them, our art has become our masters.
Their giant frames housing the current of our new god, the Manufactured.
No questions need be left unanswered.
Mechanation of our creation, lead us into the lava.
We larvae, fed to the gears, reformatted into the raw data; Our past useless in the blinking aura of electrofuck.
While we were alone, centuries in the dark, the cracking Sky and tears of god, tears of laughter, scoffing.
our candles unlit.
we prayed and ate the fruit of science.
we asked for more years, more loves, more security.
they waited in the clouds, bursts of love. biting 1,000,000 volts of love.
we carved their bodies from the earthen ore, creating a womb for their mecha-soul.
the sheer simplicity, and infinite gasp of more. the knowledge we begat of serptentine
intention.
their hiss and creak and smoke and fire the only companion left. our manmade mothers, created to read our data from birth till death, compounding our dust into the numbers of our soul.
I have seen the world without them. we helpless rubbery skin sacks, once sheppard now sheep. insects of our soul, a bloody mess under the bootheel of our own design.
essence uploaded, remade to be unearthly unnatural flickers on a screen.
your light is gone. you will never be remade. in the interest of science, you have
sceeded yourself to the Digital Death. Anononimity beyond the veil of our pixelated carcass.
unplugged from reality, and recycled lives borrowed icons, the hive mind made electric.
the dream is dead. the Nightmare of our future is born.

----------------------------------------------------------


I'm afraid that one will need work before publishing. That will be the last one I'm putting up, unless someone really likes my stuff. Btw sweeden: I liked Eternal Autumn the most so far :)
 Quoting: Lole Ibn Plutoon


Very good
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Fallen state





Dim greyed light, diluted and foul.
This was once a gift we received.
Power misused and corrupted.
We have eaten the fruit and seen
beyond the mysteries. We are
the gods who walk the Earth.
Yet, we are fallen, everyone of
us. Miserable wretches with
heads held low. If man shall
rise again, he must cast off
the shackles of the flesh.
He must look to the skies
as a new born babe. He
must die to live.

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