Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • T.S. Eliot It Ain't (Poem Challenge)

    I’d like to write a poem With all my shriveled heart But ponies and flowers And ivory towers Just aren’t my kind of start We’ll change the pretty ponies To demonic, Hell-born steeds With tales and manes Of underworld flames Yes, this ...

  • Getting Dumped SUCKS. (Emotion Challenge)

    Ripping, Tearing, Annoying I feel like destroying. Screaming, Crying, Thrashing Find something, start bashing. Dying, Trying, Failing All my limbs flailing. Breaking, Snapping, Paying My brain is decaying. Kicking, Punching, Throwing My head is explodi...

  • On poems

    Poems need not rhyme though they may desire it. Like water desires a cup. And to be drunk, stumbling the streets of Venice, carousing and eddying. Poems are keys on the mind’s ring, unlocking, enabling, catalyzing. Images arise at will, spurred o...

    • Author: DeGuerre
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Dismissal of Years of Art

    I Freaking Hate Poems. The only use for them is to space out the margins in The New Yorker.

  • Poetic Rant

    There’s a theory, often stated That rules are made to be broken But then, there’s those folks who never bother. Artistry is not defined by breaking of the rules, No more than by the following. Blindness, whether in obedience or dis, is stil...

  • A Writer's Ritual

    Sip jasmine tea slowly Light a blue candle, blue as night Soft music on the radio Miles Davis rippling smooth on the eardrums With your mother’s mortar and pestle, grind down an amethyst into fine violet powder Mix it with wine, swallow it, wash it d...

  • Alchemy

    Gold from lead filings: pretend that Magic exists, then credit Science.

  • Haiku Week Haiku #1

    Poetry is hard, So lame-o’s such as I use One shortcut: haikus.

  • Haiku Week Haiku #2

    Fruit: it’s magical! It makes my tummy happy With deliciousness!

  • The Clown's Fool

    She rode the ponies over broken peanut shells ’round and ’round the ring. Her eyes fixed upon white-face, scent of cedar and grease paint.

  • The Clown's Fool

    I wrote this as a sequel to Nancy’s Tanka along the roadside. I thought that this might explain why the clown was there. She rode the ponies over broken peanut shells ’round and ’round the ring. Her eyes fixed upon white-face, scent of cedar ...

  • Haiku Week Haiku #3

    It’s almost midnight. My eyes reflect a white screen. Damn insomnia.

  • Judge Smug Eats Humble Pie (Mature)

    Smug felt pretty satisfied as he rode into the town. It was quieter than the last time, and the sun was a comin’ down. He figured he’d stop at Kitty’s to have a drink or two. He could celebrate his victory of this newly polished jewe...

  • The Man From Tennessee

    There once was a man from TenneSSEE!! He had an enormous Tennee-WEE! “Two feet and an inch!”, he’d boast, in a pinch, but it may have been as long as Tenne-THREE!

    • Author: Jay
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • On Endless Paper Oceans

    My telephone was ringing A man was on the line And asked if I was feeling fine His sentences were stringing. He asked if I’d had notions Of diff’rent states of being He spoke about a land of seeing O’er endless paper oceans. He talked...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Forever and Ever and Ever

    All alone I stand in state And I A world traveler Will wonder why The world falls To ash Burning meteors collide With me And split my molecules And then I see My mortal paradigm Collapse Metanarratives mundane All fail To answer inquiries And feel stal...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Not Chosen

    I sat breathing Cool rainy breezes That are all I breathe Anymore. I’ve waited Waited Waited Waited For perhaps All eternity. Why won’t you Show? Why won’t you Welcome me? I’ve prayed Prayed Prayed Prayed For you to show. Guess ...

  • Somnambulism

    The caffeine wearing thin I drift asleep But then In dues of time I find myself afoot In lucid dreams I walk On glowing streams Of course I know I dream Yet motor control lack The text I do depart I ad lib now A scene My mind projects From my subconsci...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Darkness of Mere Being

    A sea of souls Below me Is restless and cries out in the void And every one an island in The darkness of mere being Astoundingly Inclusive The ones who have the gold make the rules The bylaws ever shifting in The darkness of mere being The dew drops fl...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • His Life? A song by Alannis Morrisette

    with her, side by side for eternity: his dream swelling in the way oh the wrenching irony the clown’s peanut allergy

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Color of Water

    My life is clay, devoid of form For some old, ancient potter A lump of mass, I stand and think Of what here brought me to the brink And only did I wish to know The color of water Alone I stand and take abuse Like a forsaken daughter A song for pictures...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Masks

    My thoughts are all in radio I think of all the trees I wonder What’re our frequencies The northern sky is silent now Except for scattered thoughts They’re strangely Random; there are lots Running coffee cargo is A basic modern task And sti...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Autumn

    Autumn Teens groaning with books again As leaves come tumbling Children tumbling in piles Hard work ruined, parents grumble While walking goblins and doctors Down the street, begging for one last stop Pumpkins grinning ear to ear. Jackets pulled out, h...

  • Walking

    On the day he left me I bought a pair of purple shoes no heel and pale stitching over the toe, a buckle there to pull myself together and they were not supposed to be purple but grey I thought, grey or a non-colour. But when I asked my children they sa...

    • Author: LaraLustre
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hush

    There is a secret language spoken by laces and a tongue. It is used by a woman’s woman when she wants to find someone. Ellen DeGeneres speaks it when she dons her canvas “Chucks,” but she used to say it softly in her Hush Puppies and ...