Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

I seem to be troubled
I seem to be pondering
I seem to be mad
I need to fix this

if i ever want
To soar into the skies
To fly into space
To battle a dino

I'll need to ask her
I NEED TO FIX THIS

I sit upon my butt so cozy
I've been feeling rather dozy
Wonder what to do today
Endless games, I will play

why is eric
so full of
hate.

Maybe
he's
misunderstood.

Being trapped by society. Ideas are useless. Inventions, futile. Tradition over greatness.
Thoughts are nothing. Ideas are nothing. You are nothing.

The only thing that exists is the hive-mind.

Our beliefs are your beliefs. Thought of escape means death, going through with such, worse.

Big Brother is watching you.

Big brother IS you.

I wonder if people know
Or if anyone's taken the time to show
A poem is often a whole lot more
Than some words broken into stanzas galore

Where you have a line or two
Very well, a sentence could do
Why not throw in some poetic diction
to give your story a bit of friction

Symbolism and irony
perhaps a bit of metonymy
A metaphor or simile
Even a touch of ambiguity

You could use some assonance
Or alliterate your consonants
But I should not be one to speak
Constant rhyme schemes are rather weak

In fly across an endless sky
Eating a miraculous pie
Flying Upward into space
Soaring with Grace

The skies are turning black
Ooooh I am ever so excited
Soaring through the planets
The Stars and Astroids
Comets and Moons
Cheese and Milk
Giant green monsters
gooey goo and sticky stuff
Saving worlds by shooting lazors outta my hand

Until a sound rips through my ears and bring me back to reality
Ooh a lucid dream i desire
And i WILLhave one
For i need one

I'm so tired
I want to sleep
But this day must be
Be must longer than it can be
I am so tired
when will I fall asleep?

Why do humen sleep anyway?
Is it to dream
Or escape?
I can't fall asleep yet
Can't fall asleep..
Can't fall asleep.

I know not what others know
but I see more than they can.
From their faces their experiences glow
but from my heart, I can't.

Each thing I see, I see differently
they only see what's there.
In my glance, all is great, potentially
expect for friendship; deficit of care.

Perhaps what sets my mind astray
will kill me in the end.
But I want to decay alone my way
than pretend to give what I can't even lend.

Trapped in the darkness,
light just out of reach.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Just gotta enjoy the ride.

This game throws me off course
Such a wonderful game
A difficult one too
For i have died a lot
But it remains nonetheless fun
But it is too short
For i have beat it in one day
A fun game it is
That i got at the library

*sin and punishment star successor*

Originally Posted by gameoverlord345

*sin and punishment star successor*

One of the best. Fucking. Games. Ever.

Period.

Snail, snail
Wag your tail
Leave behind a slimey trail

My soul stands at the edge of hell.
My fear and hatred rises from 500 fathoms of death and destruction.
I am swallowed whole by the snapping jaws of Satan himself.
An army of tortured souls rises against him.
And I fall.

To loose my limitations.
The bonds of mind set free.
To step forth from shadow
and greet God's Galaxie,
To snub the nub of tide in me,
Hell vengence fire my soul!
I shall! I shall!! I shall!! I cry,
Have nothing more to know!

i remember recently
trying to step out of this misery
hold back by attachment
i lost the dream of intention
feeling my heartbeat
i felt like a god
able to stop breathing
but not sure if i was able to live on

Diving deep within myself
I found a crazy grinning face of insanity
screaming like a werewolf at the top of a mountain
Killing the fear in me
Ripping it to shreds
Laughing maniacally
peeling back the layers of this onion
Ripping off the skin of my beast
a sensitive core
A core that feels empty
I reach inside and grab something in the middle
I touch the stem
the connection to the source of this blooming flower
The source of all flowers
The source that connects us all

I Need You Back, For I am Now Falling

I love you, I love you, I love you and yet,
It seems that you were oh so quick to forget,
About the pain, about the war,
I fought day and night to protect your soul.

You held me close, you kissed me tender,
And though it was folly, I wished it forever,
To last, to continue, and yet you left,
Behind you a broken winged bird, bereft,

Of your grace and virtue and kindness and love,
You left me to wallow, to fall far enough,
That I do not know how hard is the ground,
When finally, totally, I do fall down.

Winters dagger, Summers sword
Chills the spine, unsheathed restored.

Piercing of ice, Passion by fire,
Things we fear, Wants and desires.

Stories we tell, Pictures we take,
Hibernation sets in, My lifes Awake.

Meh I guess I'll try
To be a poet right now
Nevermind, I'm tired.

Is tired two syllables? Oh well. Good nigt guys *yawn*

mark speaks of witches
my ear itches

Time eating away at everything
slowly dieing
Transforming
Never changing
Forever changing
Everything eating away at nothing
Nothing is never something
Nothing is forever everything
Never living
Living forever
Everything is nowhere
Everything is now here
The endless cycle
That leads nowhere
Going nowhere

I am happy
I am sad
I am angry
I am mad

isn't is so original and profound? please contain your awe inspired new found glory of your heart in which you sit in pure astonishment pondering how someone could come up with such an intellectually abundant poem.

Stan's a crow that seems to know the ways of the cat.
I don't know how he's learned to meow, but I'm impressed by that.

Yet be assured, he's just a bird. I could best his best no prob'.
So I copied his way and night and day I found cat bowls I could rob.

I meowed and mewed and ate catfood, but didn't feel cat-er.
My attempts had failed. Only this availed; I'd gotten slightly fatter.