Favorite Poem that You've Written

[Loopy Grumpkins]

Post the poem here--

[Emily Cuddleface]

Beginning, Middle, End.

 

Endings.

Have a funny way of making you think about

Beginnings.

Did you know at the start

it would end this way.

How did you think it would end.

Where did you think it would go

hope it would go.

 

Beginnings.

Have a funny way of making you think about

Middles.

One it all began

was it what you expected.

Did it take an unexpected turn

for better or for worse.

Did the good times

outweigh the bad.

Did the hurt

outweigh the joy.

 

Middles.

Have a funny way of making you think about

Endings.

Did the final act

make the rest of the play

worthwhile

or a waste of time.

Did it spoil

or accentuate the good parts.

Did it make you remember the rest

fondly or bitterly.

 

When it's all over

how did the ending

reflect the whole.

What would you change

if you could.

You wonder

did you give it the time

the effort it deserved.

Did you give too much of yourself

more than it was worth.

How should you feel.

 

**struggling with the ending, I'd appreciate feedback. Is it fine the way it is? i feel like there needs to be something else wrapping it all up and ending it, but i can't get it right.

[Amanda was here]

Wild Wish-Maker

 

What a miracle a dandelion must be
to a wide-eyed child;
the feathered umbrella kites of fairies
carried on a gentle breeze,
the 'pop-a-head' daisies
of misunderstood destruction,
the thousands of children thrown out to the world
on the life-giving breath of a wild wish-maker,
and the end of a mother,
whose dying hope lights the eyes of a child,

 

and you are a child no more.

[Lisa M.]

Hey guys, here's something I wrote recently that I'm rather fond of. Any comments or criticism would be great. :D

To Love

 My heart swims with sojourning whales

Where untracked seas beguile;

It fears the fishing beaks of terns

More than your smile.

 

My heart seeds cloud with iodine;

The whole sky is its garden;

So long as storms erupt, my heart

won’t ask your pardon.

 

More than the space between the stars

My heart cannot desire;

Your words, how sharp or soft, will not

upbraid that fire.

 

Our hands may touch, our eyes may meet,

Our meeting there might end.

My heart is with the flood-worn cliff

That does not bend.

 

You may go, or come, or stay

Exactly as you please;

My heart is curved toward entropy.

It will not cease.

 

But if you were to ask of me

A slow small hour to share,

I’d stay. The clouds and cliffs and curves

Are always there.

[Kyle Gaumnitz]

Timeless Passion 

By Kyle Gaumnitz

 

As we spend our days,

we grow together.

Our finite time, 

is not forever.

 

When I dream of you,

matter not the thought, 

a factor of which, 

time is not.

 

~Feedback will be most appreciated, I'm also thinking of adding to it.  It isn't great but its a start.

 

[Katherine (Seriously!)]

I don't know whether this is any good or not, but it's called _Andromeda_. As you might figure out, I'm rather heavily influenced by the Beatniks.

Andromeda

she still waits here, in the space between the stars, in the edges of
bleary-eyes mornings. she clings to frantic moments of
fading darkness, when dreams slip through your mind like
quicksilver through a goldpan, leaving only dull grey rocks of
truth & memory for you to swallow whole like
dead stone godlings. lord of time? no; the gleaming scythe has come down;
no venus bursts forth from a sea of tears &
the black hands of the clock bind you
like prometheus on the mountainside.

they are turning again, turning again.
draw & quarter.
they're going to rip you apart.

you went to the old blue house once, on a quiet summer night
when the work was done early & the moon was not out. she cried to you
from the kitchen and your heart ignited like napalm for one soft second before
the owl cried another time & you realized your mistake, & then
when the dying was over,
you ran outside & never went back, never never never

not yet.

hope rusts faster than a scared rabbit runs, faster than a
sharp-eyed peregrine falcon dives & plunges, faster than a
silvery car swerves out of control & mows down a woman like
a dandelion in the wind.

but the damned phoenix won't stay in ashes wait now
for the sound of the lock turning in the door unlocking your collarbone she's home from work
as she's never going to be again what if you just got in the car and drove never came back?
enough alcohol and cocaine in your blood light the fire gasoline accelarant maybe
you'll wrap the car around a tree pull it tight forget-me-knot if the steering wheel
would stop revolving like a world you could take yourself off this one impressionism swoops low in the sky the stars are like gunshot wounds trickling white ichor the moon is blocked by a tree a tree a tree short but good enough turn towards it like a child

mother mother stretch withered arms wide to take your baby but you have never heard
a tree scream like that before
you have never heard a tree scream like that before the blood
the blood is not all yours....

[Bnoffeepi]

A Poem Written Whilst Watching Reality Tele. Against My Will (regretful).

 

And,
Which way shall we go,
On this fork?
All roads lead to Rome.

'And,
Are we going to Rome?'
She asked.

Yes,
We shall stand,
A-top the Pantheon,
And look through the little hole,

Like the Gods we aren't meant to be.