Poems

[Bex]

thats brilliant bex, i have a bit of an obsession with jack the ripper!

Whoo! Me too!

[Judee Levinson]

thank god for that, i thought i was a bit strange....

[Mr Inglebury\'s neice]

SKIN DEEP

His lips were cold
not loving
His eyes filled
with contempt
Yet I listened to
his familiar song

His hollow laughter
haunted me
I carried him around
like the enigma
That he was
And drowned in his charisma

MIN c 2000

[Tender_Lumpling]

That's lovely, MIN.

A little something from one of my favourite poets.

They might not need me—yet they might—
I'll let my Heart be just in sight—
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity

-Emily Dickinson-

And some silliness from me...

T'internet

I got lost while surfing
Lost in the world wide web
My browser had deserted me
My search engine was dead

I wanted to e-mail a reclusive friend
To show them what I'd found
A online shop for agoraphobics
Free delivery when you spend 20 pound

I wandered far, to google and back
But still to no avail
I could not find the page I wanted
I think I'll stick to snail mail

[Mr Inglebury\'s neice]

I like that, it's accessible. And reading between the lines there's a serious message there to. Yes, that's really good,
And there's nowt wrong with snail mail!

[Fairly Egregious Person]

I know no one has posted here since april but I found a poem I am in love with that some one wrote and didn't quite know where to put it.

Drinking Again

I slipped on my old brown jacket
And walked to the light through the rain.
Placed a coin on the bar and whispered, “Johnny”
He cried, “Man, haven’t seen you in years!”

“Where you been, here’s your stool, take a whiskey.
It’s your bottle I kept on the shelf!”
I tried to protest and explain I was dry,
But the words wouldn’t come to my mind.

“Had a hunch you’d be back,” he said with a smile
There’s not many hold out for this long.
We talked about life and remembered the dead,
He poured scotch in my glass and we laughed.

“There’s a wind getting up but the logs are aglow,
If you want you can stay for the night.”
I glanced at the clock and saw it was late
Hell, who was running this show?

The bar was alive with friends either side
And I felt here was love, here was life.
There was cash on the bar and scotch in my glass,
And tales that had to be told...

...Light crept through my window at dawn
And I stirred from my dreams with a start.
Pulled my coat from the hook and caught a faint trace
Of a scent that belonged in the past.

[Beast]

Ooh cool thread.

Hello Sir, remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
The lad called 'thingy' for 6 whole years

Yeah that's right, my name's Bob
The one who landed the pop star's job
The one who you told 'look don't touch'
The kid who wouldn't amount to much

Well now I'm here and you're still there
With your fake sports car and receding hair
Dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman who teaches art

Married to the life, married to the school
I wanna sing and dance Sir. Now who's the fool?
Sing and dance? You thought I was barmy
'Settle down thingy. Join the army'

And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'll have to miss
Sir is God, he's been given the right
To structure lives overnight

Well now I know life's true path
Tanks and guns - that'll be a laugh
Nah, not me I'm a mega civilian
I won't lead my life riding pillion.

So thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
For the negative d***heads just like you
As for me I've a different weapon
Stage and screen are about to beckon

And here I sit in first class
B****** Sir, kiss my A**!

By none other than Mr Robbie Williams!

[Viper]

So glad this thread has been resurrected! Tender- loved the Spidey poem. Tee hee!

like the enigma
That he was
And drowned in his charisma

Fantastic, MIN.

My favourite poem of all time:

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.


Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

-Christina Rossetti

Mainly for the two last lines, which people may recognise from The Amber Spyglass. For some entirely bemusing reason, I blubbed like a little baby girly man when I read those two lines.

And my effort?

Oh Lord now bless dear Susie McQueen
Blew her head off when she was seventeen
Lived like a Princess 'til her Prince did come
Shake and slaked on year old rum

Dazed and drowned in the spaces between
Half as smart as she was lean
Susie McQueen, are you sure you knew
What a brute fist like yours could do?

-S Marsh c2005

[Corbridge]

Cool, I love poems. I used to write them all the time. Here's one for the mo...

Snapshot

Faces, smiles, laughter and dancing
- imprinting onto my mind.
I sat – so still – scared to sleep
in case the scene vanished to a void
and the half-full glasses fell to the floor.

It was the beginning of a poem,
when I looked into that crowded, lively space:
but the hollowness hid itself, then,
and smiles welcomed; chatter accepted
- enduring every day.
Their faces lit up – I still see it so clearly
- they could never go away.

Those friendly faces still smile
from the shiny mask of the photo;
but, I sit amongst emptiness.
One by one, they dwindled
- they faded and the fizz fell flat
- I must have slept too long.

Now, I wake from the fading dream
and now, the poem comes to a close,
for now, I sit, with only a picture
and the half-empty glasses smashed at my toes.

copyright of Corbridge

[Revenga]

have a look for some by serj tankian, he's really good.

[Cazza Lazarou]

Cool thread, I've written bits and peices but nothing recently. I may dig out one of my old nonsense poems to post here. I love some of DH Lawrence's poems, some of them in the anthology I did for A Level were just little lines/aphorisms but still brilliant.

Lizards
If men were as much men as lizards are lizards
they'd be worth looking at.

I also love The Listeners by Walter De la Mare. And this one by Rudyard Kipling was one of my favourites when I was a child, I just found it so mysterious and exciting.

Smuggler's Song
If you wake at Midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Five and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Running round the woodlump, if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
Put the brushwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!

Five and twenty ponies...........

If you see the stable door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more!

Five and twenty ponies...........

If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you "pretty maid", and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!

Five and twenty ponies...........

If you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance,
You'll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of pretty lace, and a velvet hood -
A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!

Five and twenty ponies...........

Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie -
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

[Corbridge]

Here's one most people will be able to relate to:

Crush

You've never raised a hand in anger
and you'll back down from a fight.
The only thing you do in arguments
is try and put them right.
But it's strange what pain you put me through,
without you really meaning to:
you'll cut through my mind and twist my heart
and restrict my breathing of air
- all from the other side of the room,
when you don't even know I'm there.

Copyright of Corbridge

Love everyone else's poems. I wish I could get back to writing again.

[Tender_Lumpling]

Viper, that is brilliant! Love yours too, Corbridge. I can relate to that first one and the second brings back quite a few memories for me.

Here's a serious one (but then it goes silly at the end. Oh well).

Grace

I tripped and stumbled across the hall
The hem of my dress catching underfoot
I could feel their eyes upon me
Waiting for me to fall

One short dance and it was done
And I stood at the side and watched
Invisible to them then
Laughing and having fun

At midnight I left quietly
I took my shoes off and ran
Like Cinderella fleeing the ball
But crying to myself silently

In the garden I made a fire
And on it I threw my gown
Followed by those awful slippers
My godmother was a liar

[touchmypreciousthings]

oooh i like that TL!

I love reading other peoples poetry....but i get all shy when sharing mine. Luckily i have a few people who read it and are so nice about it, im getting better with sharing! lol

This is my favourite poem of all!!

Impossibly Perfect

I am the question
and you are the answer
I am the lyrics
who like dancers
need you, the melody
to give life to my song
I am a boat
in the sea all alone
You are the North Star
guiding me home
I am the explorer
and you are the treasure i seek...



I adore that TOO much...hahaha

[misstoadfacedenton]

TMPT, you should be proud of your poems. I likes the one I read, you have a talent m'dear, don't be shy! *hugs*