Favorite Poem that You've Written

[Loopy Grumpkins]

Post the poem here--

[Mary Kate]

I really like this.I think the imagery is great. It creates an eerie feeling that I can't shake. The kind that makes your muscles tense when the knife pierces the skin. Well done :).

[Mary Kate]

Lullaby
by Mary Kate
--
Close your eyes and let me sing a charming lullaby
And grasp you in its melody beneath the blackened sky.

My voice is soft, and you sink deep beneath its subtle spell,
And as I sing, you hear the distant ringing of a bell.

Fall leaves twirl with fleeting breaths, in-step with my sweet tune
While cold, proclaiming lightbeams echo warning from the moon.

Lashes brush tears from you cheek, and you need not but dream—
My music warps the blind man’s sight and chains reality.

Through sleepy ears, you hear: my final notes—the beating Time,
But with the darkness, songwaves fade; the ringing death toll chimes.
--

I just wrote this and I love it. (I recently conquered my writer's block, so I'm pretty excited to have written anything at all.)

[Jenny]

I don't have a favorite... so I suppose I will just put the latest one I wrote down.

Beloved by Guchi (J. Kawaguchi)

In complete bliss
Only one touch is all you want
To caress upon your skin
And that is the wind
Cool and slight
Never breathing heavily
To chill your flesh into
Goose-bumps
But a sigh of relief and gentle breeze
Like a smile in the serenity
Of the great open world
Seeing the grass greener
The sky bluer
Lay in the vast open fields of wildflowers
The blades of green
Tickling the nerves as the
Playful wind tip-toes about the field
Waiting for a perfect chance
To kiss down your neck
Brush across your jaw-line
To meet to your untouchable,
Undeniably tortuous saccharine
Lips…

Beloved
Do I want to see your tears
Trembling down your precious
Perfectly smooth cheeks
To which will bring
An icy touch
To when the wind
Brings my presence
To your velveteen skin
I apologize
I left you standing
In a puddle of ill resurrection
There is no Savior
To bring me completely back to you
However I send my loving
Through this breeze
Let it whisper in your ear
“Remember me, my dear.”
It is true
We will meet again soon
And I will whistle and hum
Your perfect tune
I will keep conducting your song
Listen for me, will you not
I play for you still
I will love you always
Even while I’m gone
Love me even while I
Am not laying in the serenity you do
I carry on in the breeze that kisses you
Do not weep for it weakens and chills
The charming mind in which you ensnared me
I smile in my bliss, but there is still one part
That still longs to be satisfied
And it rests within your soul.

[Kerri Blueberry]

hang on..... gotta find it lol!

[Kerri Blueberry]

ok here's my fave silly poem:

Ode to Hermit Crabs

Amazing invertabrates
some live in the ocean, or on the land
they love to eat
and crawl around in the sand
Once in a great while they pinch
if they're stressed, or just grumpy
or they don't know you at all
maybe they think you're dumpy
Hermit crabs are amazing
they molt every 16 months
it makes their body soft and vulnerable
but hard again when they digest enough calcium
Since these small crabs really grow
beautiful shells are changed to fit
a crab's new home must fit their shape
amazing hermit crabs, floating in my dreams.


and here's my fave serious one:

Rushing Waters

Roaring music coming from
Underneath my feet
Swishing my mind until
Hurt shows no more
I travel down the river, the
Never ending waters
Grasp me in their arms.
What's happening?
Am I becoming something new,
Trying to let go of my past of never
Ending pain.
Rushing waters will become the
Sacrifice of never letting go.

[Caleb Coats]

Hallo, here's me sounding too much like e. e. cummings!

i hum normally softly / you make my sine wave flat

i hum normally softly
not to a much disrupting degree
but still an annoyance
and, excitable when i become
the hum hums rattle-y
vibrantly or violently undulating more and less
into a shaking heavily
of sorts, making tasks into difficulties
i mean to say
holding a cup of tea is not practical
when one's body oscillates hard.

though

if charted, observer's would note
that
when you stitch your fingers up in mine
or maybe whisper breezy nonsense past my ear
the vibrations halt
or
you make my sine wave flat.

[Jeff D.]

It does sound a bit like e.e. cummings, but it's also very well written. (: Love that last line, wish someone could make me feel like that... =p

[Jeff D.]

I just found an awesome one I wrote, that's very different.


We begin.
we Halt
we End
we begiN.

.you notIce you.
-still not Christened-
(never Unstoppable)

...i fall in love, forever: again.



Yeah it won't format correctly, but I can't really change that. Should be more centered. Also this was written about six years ago, so I was a tad bit younger.

[Caleb Coats]

I really enjoy this! And I can totally see this being centered. I always respect poems like this that are visually as well as verbally appealing! Right on!

[Ashlastic]

Still In Love
By Ashlastic Sousa

I'm still in love with who You were,
But never who you are.
The person that You used to be
Is gone, it seems, by far.
The One I loved, that hair, that face,
A denuine, caring smile
Is taken, by force? Or by choice?
Gone, forever a while.
The words you said were just not You,
Drunken? Or just gone?
Although You no longer exist,
I cannot move on.

Sometimes in glimpses I pretend
you never cut Your hair.
I get that feeling, driving by,
That summer's truth-or-dare.
Stolen kisses in the park,
Hiding, secret rooms,
Thats the One I really love,
Before this lasting gloom.

The One I truely love is gone,
And now there's someone else.
One for you and one for me,
But I'm still by myself.
If You come back, the real You,
I could not return,
But in my dreams I hear Your voice
Speak the words I'll never earn.

[capt. cockatiel]

something about water (aka "lindsay")

sometimes it rains.
like when you asked lindsay to the dance
and she said "no" like you were a
dumbstruck raccoon on i-5.
and what were you thinking anyway?

"that this is just a game,
that she's just a girl, that
sometimes a bone slips into your stomach
like a prophecy at dinner."

lindsay says your eyes are like water at night.

to others you knees are bruised, but to you
they are broken into quadrants by color.

you should not have told lindsay.

"only oceans," she said, "are in quadrants."

"okay, lindsay," you said.
but that didn't mean a thing.

- written for summer writing intensive, published in an anthology, one of my favorite things I've ever written (memorized).