5 minute poetry

[slightly aboveaverage man]

There is a man filled up with rage,
Who’s life has been a tortured cage,
He was and is a loyal friend,
Who’s purpose seems to be to mend.

To mend the wounds that others feel,
Though his own scars are yet to heal,
Opens his heart to all he meets,
And stays by their side when they seem beat.

Yet now he fumes and rages so,
And for what reason I do not know,
What could cause this heart to freeze?
Which once soared within the breeze.

There is a woman cut deep with sorrow,
Who’s loss indeed would be hard to swallow.
She loved everyone with all her heart,
And gave to us the most radiant Art.

She raised our spirits when we were down,
Did all in her power to erase our frown.
What could have been said to shatter such,
The one who’s soul was a healing touch?

Their two stories seem forever entwined,
But what does one do when worlds collide?
How can one help when they do not know,
The source of this unfailing woe?

All we can do is be there for them,
Bare our hearts, like a glittering Gem.
Be there for whenever they are ready,
And be Their cane with which to steady.

For they have both been our support,
And now we are their last resort.
For they were there when our hearts burn.
And now, my friend, it is our turn.

[Nikose Tyris]

wow. as usual, stunned by the amount of energy and work i see in here. here is another done by me, while I was half asleep at about 3 in the morning, because i am a nerd and only have other nerdy friends, none of whom own a car that they can drive.

LIFE

Welcome to the place,
Where the shadows meet the saints
i welcome you to my home,

I'd help you in
but i just dont care
my heart has turned to stone

here you can trade in
lost hopes for lemonade
both are bitter and sad

we have a line to god
but the devil's closer
and the connections bad

life sucks and i dont care
life is exactly what it seems
my bags are packed

My bible lies atop
with it's tear stained pages
i pick up the leather back

It falls from my hands
I fall to my knees
and cry

slowly i stand
my heart is not healed
but i know where the path lies

I worked hard on that one, and am quite proud of it. please dont smash it. I did another one at school twenty minutes ago, off the top of my head

When the sun sets,
when my power waxes,
that is when i shall start searching for you.
when the sun rises,
when my power fades,
I shall not stop for i love you
you are not alone,
you are always loved,
And I shall search always for your side.

Ghaied Nu Bas! Funka, stick to english, Gaelic or Drow.

[Nikose Tyris]

message for cloudstrife: dude, i think you should try writing songs. you got a skill there, and the rhyme scheme is easy to sing to. I am outta poems for now, i will post again later.

[Funka Genocide]

deliberate and come to grips
in ways so awfully suspect
a mind so balanced often tips
when weighed a heavy prospect

a shattering of heart divine
and smatterings of genius
just walk away if so inclined
pretending you can't see us

we who seek a flame alight
that travel for no reason
and search for answers oft' despite
the weather wary season

invisible to higher eyes
our matters are perception
found beneath such pretty lies
salvation, no direction

turning backs instead of heads
we build our favorite memories
the cover's torn, the book unread
for winners write your histories



dedicated to all the brilliant minds on this forum, and those who think in ways unique.

[BlackMageGirl!]

She weighs the scales
Now left, now right
Tipping, dipping
With the ticking clock
Pendulum swings
Now left, now right
Choose one or none
Can't have both
Won't have both
Or even worse
To not choose
To hold back
To stay put
Out of fear
Out of pain
Hurt all
Hurt yourself
Take one path
To the left
To the right
The rest is forest
Not beaten path
Two known choices
Left, or right
And one unknown
To hurt yourself

What will hurt less,
and what is the right path?
Those two are not always....
....one and the same...

[Osterbaum]

Love
Friendship
Caring

Those are what we need
In times like these

Love
There is many kinds
They exist only in our minds
They help us survive

They are our downfall
They are our saviours

Friendship
There is only one kind
It too exists in our mind
And shines from our actions
From our skills as friends

It too can brake a hart
It too can make things less hard

Caring
The most important one
Holds together the others
Is a line in the reel
And the connection in between

Exists in our minds
But can not live without our deeds

We are flawed, in so many ways
But these three things make it all seem...
That there is still hope, for you, them and me

[Cloud Strife]

A mistake's been made, by one so naive,
Tryin' to tell her that he was gonna leave,
His tongue slipped, his words twisted,
She took it to heart, but he missed it...

Missed how it broke her heart,
Missed how it was just the start
of the trouble, buried in the rubble
of their relationship, which had crumbled.

He hurt her in the worst possible way,
A mistake he regrets to this very day,
The words in his mind are what she said,
They stay with him now, echo in his head:

"Always remember what you did to the ray of light that helped you in the dark."

He will not forget...But he will regret...

[BlackMageGirl!]

Irony plays it's role
Life has been rehased
Rehersed, it crashed
A repeating dance
Of pain and humilty

I won't do it
I have done it
Then it falls through
Once again.

Lucky, come unscathed
Photograph of shame
Put in a box, shove away
Pretend that you didn't see
And focus on your own pain

Life now calls to me
Act again, go through the day
Keep this event from everyone
Who would tell you
"Who cares? It's not real."

So life tugs at two ends
What is or is not "real"
Heart, mind, body, soul
Two are in each world
Now all at risk of vanishing

Again (Irony dogs my footsteps)
Choose (Heart and soul, body and mind?)
Just (One is for me, one for others)
One (Practical and Emotional)
World (For both...is impossible...)

[Totsumanu]

I need to write a poem
but what should it be about
Should it be about something I know
I am starting to have some doubt

Must think harder about it
This is starting to hurt my head
Where are my pills for this
Think I need to go to bed

No no no I need to write something
No matter if it's about a cat
It must be good enough
for some one to read and smile at

Oh the pain in my head
Should thinking hurt this much
Maybe not
but what did I have for lunch

No back to the topic at hand
Must earn respect of others
All those who reed this
and there mothers

What's that you say
I don't have to rhyme it
Poems don't have to
Ah sh..

[Funka Genocide]

Totsu! I tried to rep you but it won't let me do it yet, that was great!


here are some things I wrote today while killing time at a coffee shop, yes, I always have pen and paper with me, say of it what you will!


I'm not a slave to these lines
they play for me what I desire
hopeful iterations of latest thoughts
I want to know that I'm in charge

and so I will not
open myself to destiny
fighting god will get you nowhere
as long as thats's where I'm headed...

no, these words are yours as much as mine
we can't keep a phrase like sand
no bottle holds a meaning
it is the thought inside your mind

without you they are lost
I am nothing without them
you make me what I am
you make me what you want



here's another one, I call it "The Meaning of Life"

why to keep on living
if you're going to die?
why to feel these slivers
can't identify

couldn't ask that question
were I never born
quite simplistic reason
eh, there's always porn!


yeah, I kind of lost that one halfway through.


a haiku

first I must exclaim
afterwards cough spasticly
now I must retire



yet another!



I'll just keep on writing
forever and again
my soul will be a martyr
to wasted epithets

whatever cosmic paths
traveled by its grace
never to relent
in recording

in creating
defining of itself
all facets ever known
until perfection

takes me home, takes me home

please...



and another one!


a little more
I'll keep asking for
just a little more
even after...

write it down in stone
scratch it on a napkin
my desire will be known
forever after...

so you never knew me?
perhaps you've met the others
who speak in unknown dreams
they love you too...



and here is one I am just making up right now.



I sat in thoutful pose
I thought myself quite dashing
with pen in hand I scribbled like mad
I thought she was looking my way
I sneezed once
not twice
I felt awkward
I left
I guess I wasn't so dashing