5 minute poetry - Page 141

Seil · 08-01-2007, 06:00 PM

Sit inside the coffee shop
And watch raindrops at the window
They slide to the windowpane
They slide down so slow

The raindrop stained-windows
Marked with hot coffee steam
Dusted with sweetened sugar
Washed with pure white cream

Trace a pattern with your finger
In long thin lines
Write messages in foggy window
Draw intricate disigns

Breathe in your staining steam
And wipe away the words
No trace of everything
Take a sip of coffee afterwards

Watch through the window
Now cleaned of stain
The rain fills pitter-patter
And all begins again

Funka Genocide · 08-23-2007, 11:19 AM

oh, ember
mote of souls
slowly cringe
as withers warmth

December
through the shoals
pinion's hinge
to soar no more

remember
deathly coals
death's own tinge
as withers warmth

Red Fighter 1073 · 09-01-2007, 11:12 PM

Hooray a poem! Well actually, this is more or less a bunch of different lines that I thought of just now so I thought I'd post them.

You are so close to my heart but still so far away
If I had just one wish, it would be for you to be with me and have it stay that way
forever together, watching the night pass and become day
please don't keep me at bay, come sit next to where I lay
Just seeing your face, it's more than words can express
I just wish I had the courage to confess
I see you and think about what our life would be like together
Words cannot describe it, but I just know that my life would be better
Everything reminds me of you
It's driving me crazy, I don't know what to do
I want us to sit side by side
You would be the one who I would always talk to, whom I can always confide
No matter what happened, we would always sit side by side
whether we were laughing and joking, or as I held you while you cried
Please don't stray too far
This distance between us, it leaves my heart ajar
You probably don't even know the love I feel for you from just hearing your name
I don't know for sure, but I just hope that for me, you feel the same
Being with you, seeing your face
I would feel so happy, holding you in a loving embrace
Wherever we go, it would be hand in hand
whether we're at the movies, or just walking in the beach sand

Ink_Blot · 09-08-2007, 12:44 PM

"Well-read"

Is there a portal in all the world such as a book?
It can take you to another world if you care to look.

You might read of something bigger,
or of a character with vigor,

A ship with a bow
or a farmer with a plow

Whatever it is you seek,
you'll be sure to find something unique.

So pick up a book today,
because reading is like taking a holiday!

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

"Forced Rhyme"

No word rhymes with orange,
of this you can be sure.

It rhymes with neither the word hinge,
such as one found on a door,

nor does it rhyme with the word binge,
which one might do in a candy store.

You can try not to cringe,
but you will see that orange rhymes no more

than the word fringe
rhymes with the word shore.

Funka Genocide · 09-21-2007, 10:45 AM

In These Times

voice...

you know mine
the tone, the shine
not so brilliant
as the mind

choice...

to be, to cease
to grow, decrease
the fault is mine
to find release

the noise
like patterns left in snow
as the arid frozen flies
a clamoring of pangs
that seldom holds a name

and in these times...

when rarer is peace
than an epilogue
to wasted lips

when dare the man speak
so little of himself
for fear of being right

when a slattern's scent
still haunts the hollows
wrought in aging thought

we're only waiting children
despite the growing years

The words have always been there, I just can't bring myself to breathe them into reality. Goodbyes are just as well as hellos. It's the standing still that eats me up.

..............................

He Was

He was...

...a liquid memory
of passions long forgot
a tired monologue
writ in stoic prose
to ideas not himself

but what did he know
of himself?

...a child burnt for fuel
on endless avenues
travelled in regard
to what they dreamed to be
to who they claimed to love

but what did he know
of love?

...a murder of a thought
that tired long before
it's action came about
an emptiness absurd
an emptiness alive

but what did he know
of life?

and I saw him set in glass
a courage made opaque
and in his eyes I cried
when no one else could see
and in his name I loved

what did I ever know
of love?

..............................

Never Give It Back

can I borrow something from you?
and never give it back
a certain, secret something
a sliver in the black

can I tell you what I'm thinking?
despite the awful tones
clever , twisted, tasteful
no hesitance condones

can I make it any clearer?
that I'm not the most opaque
can I tell you something secret?
that life is what we make

so what is it I'm seeking?
oh why so circumspect?
it's not the coldly blatant
it's not what you suspect

can I borrow something from you?
and hold it 'til I'm gone
can I tell you something secret?
while time, it marches on

the only words that count
in this, our single shot
are words we know 'pon utterance
shall never be forgot

katiuska · 10-06-2007, 09:10 PM

Headbutting my face;
it's not even light outside.
My cat is a jerk.

Phantom7 · 10-06-2007, 10:01 PM

Die KirschenBl�te

Ein KirschenBl�te gewachst auf ein Baum.
Sh�n und strahelnd, es hat gebl�hen.
Aber, hat es ein kurze leben.
Vorher lang, die Blume schluppen die Bl�tenblatt,
Und sie ruhen auf dem Grund.
Und wo dem Blumen einmal war,
Ein ruben rot Kirsche ist.
Nur zu essen werden.
Und wan der Saaten sturz auf dem Grund,
Ein nue Baum Erwach'sen.

(Ask Meister or any other friendly neighborhood German to translate.)

Funka Genocide · 10-10-2007, 12:18 AM

I never once thought
what would life be like
without nipples

until tonight...

thank god I don't have a knife

Sephiroth_22 · 11-10-2007, 01:51 PM

Ehh...read my sig.

bluestarultor · 11-10-2007, 03:34 PM

"I'll End Up Going, Anyway":

I can't go in to work
And I'm not one to shirk
Could someone kindly switch?
'Cause getting sick's a bitch

"I Told You I Would":

Picked my shift up anyway
Wasn't feeling great
Boss gave me the flipperoo
And sent me home at eight
Normally I would have thanked him
Getting out ahead of time
But for the fact my scheduled shift
Was three o' clock to nine

08-23-2007, 11:19 AM	#2
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Ember oh, ember mote of souls slowly cringe as withers warmth December through the shoals pinion's hinge to soar no more remember deathly coals death's own tinge as withers warmth Last edited by Funka Genocide; 08-23-2007 at 11:30 PM.

09-01-2007, 11:12 PM	#3
Red Fighter 1073 Rocky Wrench Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 1,351	Hooray a poem! Well actually, this is more or less a bunch of different lines that I thought of just now so I thought I'd post them. You are so close to my heart but still so far away If I had just one wish, it would be for you to be with me and have it stay that way forever together, watching the night pass and become day please don't keep me at bay, come sit next to where I lay Just seeing your face, it's more than words can express I just wish I had the courage to confess I see you and think about what our life would be like together Words cannot describe it, but I just know that my life would be better Everything reminds me of you It's driving me crazy, I don't know what to do I want us to sit side by side You would be the one who I would always talk to, whom I can always confide No matter what happened, we would always sit side by side whether we were laughing and joking, or as I held you while you cried Please don't stray too far This distance between us, it leaves my heart ajar You probably don't even know the love I feel for you from just hearing your name I don't know for sure, but I just hope that for me, you feel the same Being with you, seeing your face I would feel so happy, holding you in a loving embrace Wherever we go, it would be hand in hand whether we're at the movies, or just walking in the beach sand __________________ My Sprite Sheet/Mafia Roles Last edited by Red Fighter 1073; 09-01-2007 at 11:24 PM.

09-08-2007, 12:44 PM	#4
Ink_Blot On an exodus. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Heh, that's a funny story... Posts: 167	Poems born from free time "Well-read" Is there a portal in all the world such as a book? It can take you to another world if you care to look. You might read of something bigger, or of a character with vigor, A ship with a bow or a farmer with a plow Whatever it is you seek, you'll be sure to find something unique. So pick up a book today, because reading is like taking a holiday! ------------------------------------------------ "Forced Rhyme" No word rhymes with orange, of this you can be sure. It rhymes with neither the word hinge, such as one found on a door, nor does it rhyme with the word binge, which one might do in a candy store. You can try not to cringe, but you will see that orange rhymes no more than the word fringe rhymes with the word shore.

09-21-2007, 10:45 AM	#5
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	3 Poems In These Times voice... you know mine the tone, the shine not so brilliant as the mind choice... to be, to cease to grow, decrease the fault is mine to find release the noise like patterns left in snow as the arid frozen flies a clamoring of pangs that seldom holds a name and in these times... when rarer is peace than an epilogue to wasted lips when dare the man speak so little of himself for fear of being right when a slattern's scent still haunts the hollows wrought in aging thought we're only waiting children despite the growing years The words have always been there, I just can't bring myself to breathe them into reality. Goodbyes are just as well as hellos. It's the standing still that eats me up. .............................. He Was He was... ...a liquid memory of passions long forgot a tired monologue writ in stoic prose to ideas not himself but what did he know of himself? ...a child burnt for fuel on endless avenues travelled in regard to what they dreamed to be to who they claimed to love but what did he know of love? ...a murder of a thought that tired long before it's action came about an emptiness absurd an emptiness alive but what did he know of life? and I saw him set in glass a courage made opaque and in his eyes I cried when no one else could see and in his name I loved what did I ever know of love? .............................. Never Give It Back can I borrow something from you? and never give it back a certain, secret something a sliver in the black can I tell you what I'm thinking? despite the awful tones clever , twisted, tasteful no hesitance condones can I make it any clearer? that I'm not the most opaque can I tell you something secret? that life is what we make so what is it I'm seeking? oh why so circumspect? it's not the coldly blatant it's not what you suspect can I borrow something from you? and hold it 'til I'm gone can I tell you something secret? while time, it marches on the only words that count in this, our single shot are words we know 'pon utterance shall never be forgot

10-06-2007, 10:01 PM	#7
Phantom7 Nothing is true. Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: I would have to kill you if I told you. Posts: 86	Die KirschenBl�te Ein KirschenBl�te gewachst auf ein Baum. Sh�n und strahelnd, es hat gebl�hen. Aber, hat es ein kurze leben. Vorher lang, die Blume schluppen die Bl�tenblatt, Und sie ruhen auf dem Grund. Und wo dem Blumen einmal war, Ein ruben rot Kirsche ist. Nur zu essen werden. Und wan der Saaten sturz auf dem Grund, Ein nue Baum Erwach'sen. (Ask Meister or any other friendly neighborhood German to translate.) __________________ ?l? ??? ? ? ?l? ~? ???f_, )?

08-01-2007, 06:00 PM	#1
Seil Super stressed! Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: British Columbia Posts: 8,081	Sit inside the coffee shop And watch raindrops at the window They slide to the windowpane They slide down so slow The raindrop stained-windows Marked with hot coffee steam Dusted with sweetened sugar Washed with pure white cream Trace a pattern with your finger In long thin lines Write messages in foggy window Draw intricate disigns Breathe in your staining steam And wipe away the words No trace of everything Take a sip of coffee afterwards Watch through the window Now cleaned of stain The rain fills pitter-patter And all begins again

10-06-2007, 09:10 PM	#6
katiuska Unlicensed Practitioner Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 801	Headbutting my face; it's not even light outside. My cat is a jerk.

10-10-2007, 12:18 AM	#8
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Post-Modernism? I never once thought what would life be like without nipples until tonight... thank god I don't have a knife

11-10-2007, 01:51 PM	#9
Sephiroth_22 One winged angel of death Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Right behind you. Posts: 15	Ehh...read my sig. __________________ What is time, but an infinite door? What is death, but a narrow window through which it flows? What is life, but a macabre scene in which death is only certain? What is Space, but a paradigm of endless illusion and meaning? Time. Death. Life. Space. Of these four, a fifth usurper is the very source of them all- Love.