Poems Part 2
Posted 29 March 2004 - 05:25 AM
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair;
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Posted 29 March 2004 - 09:00 AM
What happens to an emotion deferred,
relegated to rationalization's obscurity
of carefully phrased friendship,
an abolone shell floor of brittle smiles.
Does it linger uncertainly, a ghost's memory,
the caress of sapphire eyes,
smoke from a snuffed candle?
Does it remain dormant,
a powder keg beneath the surface
awaiting spark of buried passion
before re-igniting to conflagration.
Shadows of resentment,
blinding me to everything but pain,
unable to see your tears through my own.
Conversation's a fencer's dance,
of feint, parry and riposte.
Saber-edged words slash and draw blood
until we learn to cope alone.
*Blush*Thanks, Shellas, Blank's good but the untitled poem in the Dickenson style's gorgeous, it really touches the heart, Amiga
Posted 29 March 2004 - 09:28 AM
Whispers, wonderful as usual. I really liked "unable to see your tears through my own".
Shellas. *Grabs a Burger King birthday crown". Here ya go. Tee hee
When I Didn't Bleed
It was July
When the subliminal heat
Plastered the siding
To the walls of my inner child sick
Intense in it's curiosity
Its momentary insanity
Of thinking me someone special
I shall call you Jada
Or something just as pretty
This I thought
When I didn't bleed
Wrapped in a disposessed order
A fumbling fulsome of affection
The ins and outs of Daddy's world
Retreating in the belly of my mind
The silent residence of fear
I shall call you Nikki
It would be less personal that way
This I thought
When I didn't bleed
Juggling eyes and breaking eggs
First I want you now I don't
Sorry for the trouble I've caused
In a reversal of feelings
You would have his eyes I thought
When I didn't bleed
Then I bled
Crying with the cramping inside
Losing the familiar scent of lust
With the white wash cleansing
Iron Crosses, Silver Steeds
Trailing down, broken bones;
Purple sunsets on the the cheek of
Persistence was far stronger,
Said the fingers of collapsible love.
Dinner was late. You b***h too much.
Sex was. HA. Mediocre
Sing the sirens of regression
As he swims from the haze of history,
Really just yesterday.
But who's counting?
hard to keep track
With iron crosses in my bed,
Disembodied heads and
Hands that scratch and
Screeching lyrics for lullabies.
Sing to me,
I'm a glutton for punishment;
A repressible whore lacking payment
For services rendered.
Useless I've been told. Sold.
To the highest bidder.
Didn't think myself much more.
Didn't think myself in satin, silk,
Organza; pretty colors
On the fabric of fate,
Hating tendrils of me lapping from
The bowl of need to be needed
To be wanted. Really.
Who am I kidding?
Iron crosses, silver steeds.
Just the horse he rode in on
When no one else would.
Posted 29 March 2004 - 06:05 PM
I came to you with a caring heart
To talk to you tonight
But once again, the words got minced
And it ended in a fight.
A friendship like ours I thought was rare
We have connected in so many ways
But your words they sliced me to my core
These scars I will carry for days.
Why do we do this when we talk
It happens more oft than not
Warm words turn cool, and before we’re done
We fling them like daggers, red hot.
Neither of us wants to hurt the other
We care so much, but then
Sometimes with two passionate people like us
We forget when it is time to say “when”
I love you as more than just a friend
And this is the reason why
I sit here alone, and can’t tell you how
Your words have made me cry.
But tomorrow will come and again I will call
To you my noble friend
And thank you for promising to stand by me
To the bitter end.
Willow, hmm, looks like 144, ;D (ok ok, I admit, I looked in up in my Shakespeare book. I am a fellow Shakespearean Geek ) Pssst, when are we gonna see some more Willow works? Pleeeeeeeease
Whispers, unfortunately I have the opposite problem, I can't seem to think in non rhyme. Must be all of my exposure to Mother Goose, and Dr Seuss. *Doh, see what I mean*
Posted 29 March 2004 - 06:18 PM
Posted 29 March 2004 - 11:26 PM
And Justa, I must say you certainly may continue rhyming as much as you like as long as it allows you to produce poems like that last one! lol All I have to say to the truthfulness in that poem is 'WORD'! lol
And thank you willow for that warm greeting. I must also thank you for creating this poetry thread...it's definitely turning out to be a favorite of mine! ;D I look forward to reading your offerings in the near future.
And Ana Banana...I humbly accept the BK crown (As I know, due to your monarch fetish tendencies, how much you DESPISE parting with any crown in your massive collection! ;D). I may never be crowned a king or queen, but I'll never have a problem being a PRINCESS of POETRY! te he
This one isn't so much a break up as much as a 'never-had' poem, lol. In a way, I think unfulfilled passion has a sweeter and sharper sting...
Whenever I think of that warm June evening
The air a soft sweet pink light
I think of the old dirge dead lovers must sing
Under A violent moon, beneath a dying night
The feel of your leather, thick and clinging,
As it hits me at the side, it’s pain uplifting,
The heat of my loins gather like silent cries,
Under my velvet sigh
I remember the sting
Of your eternal deny
The clasp of my mind snaps
Shattering my orgasmic high
Lost to another
Her soul cashed into FATE
Closing your heart to my Wonder
As you walked away, fueling my hate
A lesson learned
An innocence dies
And close on its heels
Eclipses form in Violet skies
I know what the Tarot spells
I crafted it within my Hell
Throw those Runes away
My eyes hold all there is to say
Alas, Triangle Love is all that can fly
Beneath the dawning of my red Violet sky
Posted 30 March 2004 - 06:34 AM
Ana 'Nana*Thank you and I think yours rock<OMGS...I wasn't imagining it! You did part with a crown>>um...Ana, do I still get the Duchy or the United Duchy of GB...pwease??
*Blushes*Thank you, Your Highness, I have a weakness for ED
and I thought Violet Sky was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
I admit, I write a lot while the wound's fresh, eloquent but the images are made to grab the reader by the throat.
Justa-This is beautiful...BAD_WORD...I wish I had someone writing me poetry :'( J, its a matter of preferrance and style, the few rhyming poems I've written came together like they were penned by a retarded Dr Seuss, so I'm a bit envious
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Posted 31 March 2004 - 09:28 PM
*Blushes* Thanxs Whispers...so where's your next poem, dear Duke? Have a hankerin' to check it out! In fact, won't post another poem until I can witness the glory of your illustrious endeavors, lol.
Posted 02 April 2004 - 07:58 AM
This one is kinda melancholy, but I had to share it as it has ALWAYS bothered me when people feel the need to change other people. Hope you'll enjoy it! :)
My eyelids are hooded
They want me to cut it
My chin sags
Tape it back up
My thighs are plush
Suck it out
My teeth are crooked
Quick, call the dentist
My hair is long
Fry and dye it
My face is not lean and long
Nope, sorry, that won’t do
Five hundred dollars
They’ll give me
Five hundred dollars
To make me into me
No beauty do they see
No beauty in the now me
Not with that figure and hair
Not with those overalls and lack of flair
Never thought I’d hate to see
Have to look not at the mirror but at the tv
Because that’s where I should be
I need to look like HER and well, not ME.
But it’s okay…it’s all salvageable
Just listen to them
Think about that five hundred dollars
Lose the ponytail, crooked teeth, weight, and the awfulness
That is so intrinsic and entrenched
You have no need of these things
These things that make me…me
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