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The world has fallen,
There is no hope,
It is oh so barren,
We hang in by a thread,
In the chaos that we call our mind,
For soon all shall be dread,
What has happened to the world,
Cannot be undone,
Sanity, away it whirled,
By its own doing,
Mankind has destroyed itself,
And now all shall be rueing
Because of our selfs
All shall be lost
We have destroyed our selfs
Good or no good?
Did you write that? That's... Interesting. Maybe you should try being more descriptive? The thing about poetry is that it's really supposed to be kind of vivid and show an image...
That's a good try but it sounds like it was written by an emo teenager... Keep writing, though, it'll get better.
The tree's thin stem offered scant shade.
Less like a trunk, more like a blade.
Leaves were few and stark
It had lost all its bark
A cade runt cast off in a glade.
"Break my heart," was all she said.
Her voice still chants in my head.
I recall her grin.
Such a luscious sin.
Lost light too long gone and dead.
Dirty Hob0 wrote:Ignore him..... He's the local troll
What was lost, but not broken?
Was said, but left unspoken?
Maybe respect or deep love
Shown in a velvet glove.
Dreams disappear once awoken.
I tried to crochet a burka
For my female Muslim Sherpa.
She toted without wail
So I knit her a veil.
As thanks she danced the mazurka.
Her voice slithers like an asp
As if to hopefully grasp.
Some far off reason
With which to season
An quarrel that starts to rasp.
The rooster crowed before the sun.
Well before the day had begun.
Still, the battle rages
For larder and wages.
The wallet totes whose lost and won.
Feels good to post again huh
Jesus OTB is some sort of rapid fire poetry slam?
I write 5-10 per day.
OneThumbBastard wrote:Do you publish these works?
I write 5-10 per day.
OneThumbBastard wrote:Thanks for these orb they're really interesting
I tried to crochet a burkaFor my female Muslim Sherpa.She toted without wailSo I knit her a veil.As thanks she danced the mazurka.
*otb not orb. Stupid auto correct
There's always been crime on these old cobbled streets.
Ever since the bobbies started walking their beats.
But how has it got in this terrible state.
Maybe we did it, or maybe its fate.
The yardies are here, the kosovans too.
But what about the boys in blue.
They get rid of one, then five more appear.
The normal class citizens all live in fear.
What's the price of life of the streets today.
A pound an E is all that I pay.
Drugs are rife, it depends if you take.
But the drugs are safe, its the rat poison that's fake.
It gets cut, it gets chopped, it gets doubled in size.
By the ones who are racing for that glorious prize.
The prize that they seek it lies here under my pillow.
The bullets will whistle throw the air like the wind in the willow.
Global Supremacy is here.
So Armageddon must be near.
My counsel you should heed.
Havoc is in the lead.
Both his mind and money you should fear.
Great poems everyone! Here's one of mine:
When you feel like you're flying
You're on top of the mountain
Skating on dreams
And the only rain comes from a happy little fountain
That's when the ground comes to meet you
The mountain falls and beats you
The ice falls through
And the deluge starts on you
That's when you find
That its only funny when you beat it all again
This is my wife's response....
Silence In My Head
Looking at the stars
Wondering what you are
Searching for yourself
Finding someone else
Asking what you will be
Trying to be free
Seeking answers to kill or cure this...longing you have inside
Tho you try and try to hide
Feeling so much frustration
Seeking solace, not desolation
Finding others as in animation
Feeling as if alone in isolation
Wanting to show you care
Only hoping there's still someone out there....
Wishing upon the twinkling stars
Asking who and what and why the hell you are...
Maybe you should listen to the silence in your head...
Will it drive you crazy? Maybe.
Before your dead?
Oh this loud noise... Anything instead of this godforsaken
Silence In My Head
I'm still thinking... Lol
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