i wish the poem battles happened more quickly cuz i wanna write more. that being said i'm just gonna start my own thread. suggest a topic if you'd like n lemme know what you think

I'm just making these up as i go along...though now that i said that i kinda figure that's obvious...but whatever

lol ok here's my first

I've been down on my luck
lucky, drowned in this muck
thirsty, laces untied
hurry, stay by my side
cuz my hearts got this divide
and the tears from my eyes
dried so long ago
but i still
have so long to go
through the rain and the snow
days i've wished i was religious
just so i'd have something to count on
other than these ten digits

At 2/20/10 11:24 PM, Ponz wrote: just so i'd have something to count on
other than these ten digits

^Clever.

I like your poetry. Post some more, eh?

At 2/21/10 01:39 AM, MonkeyV wrote: I like your poetry. Post some more, eh?

thanks man. yea. i'm kinda tired though so idk how it'll come out

the night sits heavy on my eyes
though, they never quite close
out of forty winks
i've gotten about zero

time moves slow
they say
when you don't know where to go
so a lost soul at having fun
how fast does that time flow

but my questions are never answered
just resting in my bed
my thoughts are just dancers
waiting for my dreams instead

lol alright here's another one. extra points if you know where the last two lines are from

i see the paranoid smoke
as it clouds your thoughts
keeping what you were taught
in this we world walk
so how can i tell you
that i only wanna cuddle;
in the night
when i know your pain and struggle;
is telling you otherwise
but i'm not other guys
i just hope you know i see you
through a brothers eyes;
yet in a lovers guise
cuz by any other name
a rose is still a rose
and your pain is still your pain
so don't think it's a game
i don't want you feeling iffy
let's just get some bbq;
and get busy

iunno i liked your last one, but then again the one before was also good.............. i think i'll pass when i go up ageist you in poem battles >.<

At 2/21/10 02:20 PM, nothingmater wrote: iunno i liked your last one, but then again the one before was also good.............. i think i'll pass when i go up ageist you in poem battles >.<

lol nah i'm losing my battle right now. i read your poems too. i like them but i just wished you rhymed more. i did see you said you hate rhyming poems. but i read a lot where you could have flowed nicely but went for the more staggered approach. it's all in perception and opinion so i can respect your decision. but i would love to see you do a rhyming scheme. can i request? =]

i guess if you want, like i said i hate rhyming so... eh i dont mind, shoot for it ^^

feelin like joking around...so i shall try

With this
I shall try to act a fool
i say the word try
cuz since i left school
thing's have gotten serious
the world's became delirious
so it's been either die
or become fearless

i'm see that i fail
yet again
at attempts of tomfoolery
i just need my pen
you can keep the jewelery
my pages are my shine
i stare into them stupidly
they're lunarly
to me...
at least
my sky is trapped in paper
the words of a hermit
an old fool's caper

...yea...i fail. lol

hell its better then all of mine put together lol
i like it : D

thanks man. here's another one

the titles: Hope

boom bat bat
cracked another black bottle
smashed it til the hollow pieces fell into apollo
blasted through the stars
all that mattered was tomorrow
took a shot of gin just to drown his past sorrows
placing down his cup
he took a deep breath;
stepping from his chair
pushed off the arm rest
as much as he wished
to feel the rhythm of his chest
he felt no beat;
cuz his heart already left

so boom bat bat
goes another cracked bottle
in the alleys of the lost
where souls seems to wallow
the spirits come cold
so its numb to the swallow
nobody here leads;
nobody here follows
living solo
didn't always mean lonely
but the definitions changed
so fuck yall

This is a really good poem

i'm glad you liked it here's another on

walking through the middle
you might ask what that is
between the boid of grown
and a lost little kid
clothes through the room
cluttering the floor
cup on the table
and wallpaper tore
paint starts to chip
old seafoam roam
leviathan lays;
under calm scenes

lol damn...i meant old seafoam green.

just got an idea from a commercial. so here i be
i call it: Connection

my computers got spyware
hardware lags
it processes the data
but it always moves back
23 percent
24
back to 11
sitting here waiting
for holy transgression
through technology
we teach and learn some lessons
just make sure
that you have a good connection

idk...conscious..i..something

fix me up
break me down
i used to be a mime
i used to be a clown
i float in the air
i flow through the sound
i try not to care
but i always stay bound
cuz
to be conscious
is to be conscious of others
so i hope i find
another lost brother

boreeedd....here's another one

crazy shit in an daily kinda manner
walking down the street and just get bitten by a panther
why's a panther in the city
i don't have that kinda answer
got kicked the face by some exotic dancer
man this day's just weird
thing's are never crystal clear
sitting in the drivers seat
but don't wanna steer
my house is so near
the grass is right here
i'll just lay down
next to this skunked beer

Dude you could be a rapper, hah! No offense, I think your poems are special and unique in their own way, same with everybody else's. I don't rhyme, and if I do, it's by chance. If you have a singing voice, you should try your hand at rap lol ;D

At 2/23/10 10:37 PM, Cataclysmic-Action wrote: Dude you could be a rapper, hah! No offense, I think your poems are special and unique in their own way, same with everybody else's. I don't rhyme, and if I do, it's by chance. If you have a singing voice, you should try your hand at rap lol ;D

thanks man. i rap too. i didn't take it offensive

bored...so....i'll make something up right now

procrastinating
always waiting
people racing
rats in a maze and, its blatant

nobody wants saving
dreams of the hero's tale
dragon, bears, and lions
damsals under silky veils

but forreal
let's have a heart to heart
a hero's days are dark
from the battles that he's fought

the path's that he's walked
the bodies that he's chalked
the blood that he's spilled
and the lessons that he's taught

so naught
i say naught to a hero
cuz your just a bridge away
from the land on a zero

(a bridge away means two things the way i wrote it. 1st. the letter "H" resembles a bridge and Hero and Zero are one letter away. and 2nd. that the life of a Hero could change over night if he messes up. shame. etc. think Hancock or something.) hope you like it. also if anybody wants to say a subject i'll gladly write a poem using it.

Bored

I don't know what to say
still lost
still lost
my hearts still away
my souls still gone
my minds still wrong
but no matter what i say
its still my song
so i could act happy
put up a facade
or i could stay true
and let my head nod
not for shame
but for i mourn
for the day
my life
my heart and soul worn torn

lemme know wat you think/critique. still accepting topic requests

working on my timing/spacing/etc. i tried something different with this one. lemme know if you like it

sitting in a hotel lobby
writing is my hobby
what's it like
for those that don't have one

boring;
probably
perhaps my words are too sloppy
to correctly explain
why my soft tongue

yearns for words;
craves for a sentence
to leave off onto my lips
then touch the cool air

though i know i said writing
speaking's the same
for the love of words;
they both share

so when i asked what's its like;
not to write
don't take it as an end

i'm simply asking;
for the sake of asking
why haven't you;
picked up a pen

i'd love critique on some of my stuff

idk where ima go with this one...so here we go

raindrops hit like percussion
against the black topped earth
destruction,
ever so slightly
it seems the worlds curse
to die,
ever so slow
every passing day

so;

fuck women and get money
til your body rest
in it's grave

///Stationed///

the world's like a dirty dish
that everyone eats
off of

your life is just another fish
in this ocean
where we all swim

the heart is made of meat and fat
that mixes the
pain and love

to the soul
another soul
that doesn't know where to begin

so we sin
if for no other reason
just to past time

and look forward
to the future
cuz we can't rewind

but our heads
get heavy;
and so do our eyes

staring down
at the present
stuck; in our demise

At 3/21/10 09:48 AM, ShortMonkey wrote:

A differently written poem which seems about people that are looking for something, an answer, to fill their empty void which they try to fill by doing the incorrect acts. I thought it wasn't too bad but it wasn't that great either.

Also, ever heard of something called capitals? They're wonderful things. Really, they are :P

yea thanks, i tried switching it up some. your analysis wasn't bad at all...pretty spot on actually. and nahh fuck capitals lol. FUCK CAPITALS.....was that ironic?...shrug...

At 3/21/10 04:54 PM, ShortMonkey wrote:
Looking forward to your next poem... there better be capitals though! :P

lol for you shortmonkey. this one shall be called

///fuck yo couch. dear shortmonkey///

on the blackest night
during the clearest day
sits alone;
a nineteen
that cannot be swayed

capitals are gay
he proclaimed in a way
that stood out;
in the forum
of newgrounds gray

fuck yo couch;
my dear shortmonkey

fuck your B's;
they're too extra lumpy

see
i like my b;
with one bump on the bottom

the same i like ladies ass;
when i smack them up and swat'em

so here i will conclude;
i'm not trying to be rude
but fuck yo couch;
shortmonkey

my literature shall remain crude.

lower mo'fo case. lol

hmm the votings still goin on but its seem you won this one shortmonkey. lol alright well ima do another poem cuz i'm bored n need to start sleepin before 10 freakin am...iight well

///Obtaining the Distance///

full throttle;
just means you're traveling faster into the distance

chasing a horizon;
that never comes close enough

though sometimes...
just sometimes...
you think you might touch it
and feel the gases that surround this rock we live on

then you blink...
and you wake up

alarm clock going off.

hey just wrote something real quick, lemme know what you think

///A Walk///

Leaves seem to disappear...
as the seasons go on;

grassy fields and dark nights
the moons reflection;

resting on the surface
of a clear muddy pond;
i ponder the changes
from a newborns perspective

ignorance is bliss
henceforth i exist;
in a constant struggle with
no other...
than what exists

so when i talk;
pay no attention...
to what comes from my lips
i don't know of which i mention
and...

since;
i don't know what you were taught
i ought to stop my steps
and howl at the moon...
soon...
yea....soon...
but for now;
i'll just continue my walk