Poems Of Any Length

[Michaelangelica]

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One of my favourite poems
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

[DougF]

Drifting
by Kit McCallum

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

[Moontanman]

Scattered across the sky, points of light to the naked eye
Fiery orbs of red to blue, storms of violence unimagined to the mind
Magnetic flames caress companions held in gravity’s bond
Creating colors of heat-less flame in the sky

Curtains of light shimmer and race
Evidence of magnetic defense from the companion’s heart
Allowing a strange twist of entropy to multiply, exist and expand
Defiance! Of the law that binds time and space

Order and arrangement, chemical reactions grow more complex
In spite of the necessity to become simple and scattered
Things that move and should not exist,
Mostly their form is no more than specks

Completion spawns in entropy’s mirror
Cooperation magnifies the mirror’s effect
Forming masses of pulsating beings with no sense of time
Neoteny allows the young to steal from the old, that which is superior

Complexity drives the defiance of law
Soon awareness of surrounding space
Drives the increasing awareness of self and others
The more aware leads the less to their maw

While others escape to new spaces the aggressive can’t pursue
Other less mobile forms raise antennae to absorb
All the energy of the glowing light from the sky
Competition is fierce between the motile and those that look to the blue

Competition and cooperation step up the pace
What will grow, multiply, dominate, or die
Soon the liquid that dissolves the chemicals from others
No longer surrounds those that have moved to the surface

The surface is dry most of the time
Requires sex cells to become motile
When the rain comes, unknown and unseen, sex covers the wet earth
Sex cells swim up the trunks of trees allowing growth to dizzying heights

The ones that move will not be left behind in this assault on the land
Hatched in the water but able to walk and slither
Animals join the plants in conquest of the land
Eating not only the tall forms that feed on light but each other as well

Eons pass neoteny makes the grade again and again
Animals revert to their larval forms again to hasten change
Soon warm beings rule the cool dry land
First four legs then two strut out of the forest and across the land

On of these tall neotenic beings walks into the morning sun
His mate and child walk with him
Large brains, opposable thumbs, reach for the ground
Pulling up a flower yellow as the sun
The man holds the yellow sex organ of the plant and sees beauty

His mate smiles, they turn to continue on towards domination of the world

[Michaelangelica]

Moontanman
Your poem?
If so, you should write for a living.

[Moontanman]

Originally Posted by Michaelangelica

Moontanman
Your poem?
If so, you should write for a living.

Yes it was my poem, all the poetry I have posted here is mine. thanks for the complement.

[Loricybin]

forgetting about the transitive stance sensitive tenses,
sub-transcendental pretending that sending these vibes of life and love
to the concept up above
will get you into your fairy taled cloud city,
these silly pretenses feel so shitty.
for real?..
i'm kneeling down praying to the universe that nobody's listening,
while i'm glistening, sweating pure catalysts,
does that exist?
yeah,
trying to spit my thoughts and flow
but i forgot you all know
how to spot a fake,
so i'll flake out and leave the room,
seal my tomb,
cuz i know i'm not a writer
i just ride the waves, alright?

[Loricybin]

consider this a sexperiment.
a candle lit(erary) rendezvous.
this is what you least expected.
this is a gentle kiss.
this is what that kiss turns into.
this is you losing control.
this is your fingernails digging into my back.
this is the sound you make when you don’t mean to make one.
this becomes the two of us in the shower.
this is us becoming dry once more by being mammals.
this is a pair of handcuffs suddenly clicking around your wrists.
this is you biting my lip because it’s all you can grab.
this is a big, loud "ohhhhh fuck."
this is the ice cube.
this is the blindfold.
this is melted wax dripping onto your delicate skin.
this is the smacked ass, the bit neck, the raw hickey.
this is naughty.
this is so much fun there are laws against it.
this is the feeling of it all.
this is the feeling of excitement.

...consider this inappropriate.

[Tarantism]

Norse code is awakened inside the figure eight
humbled through centuries of muttered beeps
tablature on skinny paper,
and the language is trascribed in dots
dots that drip down the spine in colors of orange, yellow and indago glow
you could see it in an x-ray if you drained your latrine.

Scales come from these words;
"I guess you could call them words,
the languages of the past smell and sound like the bellowing of birds
and the screaming of beasts to me".

THERE ARE MORE NOTES THAN A-G, infact the extend infinitely
across the sea and through the trees
towards the infinity that is me,
the thing that slowly and surely spouts from these seeds
magic beans, the beginning on which the tree leans

wait, that isn't me, it already happened and I am happening
now is not then, and the future is now and soon to be constantly arriving.

[modest]

Sorry to be a downer... This is like a time capsule I recently found (an old email) to my girlfriend who had recently dumped me. I was 18 or 19 - she left for NC State. It's funny how feelings so strong at the time are utterly insignificant now

Originally Posted by a young modest

Is it enough for you to wonder
if this is no more than a midnight blunder
my heart feels the world asunder
and now it waits for the pillage and plunder

Is it enough for you to wander
Looking and searching for something a little fonder
Or maybe take your time to ponder
if this love is something to squander.

You see, I heard you say you wanted
that thing you so desperately hunted
I saw it in your act you so generously flaunted
so quick, so soon, the same was shunted

That cry for love I can no sooner forget
than can I bring myself to admit
your life is full of so much more important s##t
than the love of this placid misfit

Tweedle dee,
is this how it should be?
tweedle dumb,
have I won?

Nick nack paddy wack, now I’m alone
this dumb ass has got nowhere to roam

jack was nimble, jack was quick
but jack was dumb enough to fall for this trick

zippidee doo daa, zippidee day,
my oh my just another lay

dear xxxxx, I’m glad I got to play

[Moontanman]

MERMAIDS

COOL AND WET, IN THE LIGHT OF THE COLD WHITE MOON
CLOTHED ONLY IN THE PHOSPHORESCENT WATERS GLOW
WHERE AM I? ONLY THE NIGHT BIRDS AND THE FISHES KNOW
NEAR BY A GULL, DISTURBED BY MY SWIM, SINGS HIS RAUCOUS TUNE

THE WATER FLOWS OVER ME LIKE A LOVERS CARESS
ONWARD I DRIFT, WITH THE TIDES SALTY STREAM
UNFETTERED, MY MIND BEGINS AN ODDLY FAMILIAR DREAM
A WOMAN APPEARS, STANDING, LIKE ME SHE IS WITHOUT DRESS

SHE DIVES INTO THE SHALLOW INLETS FLOW
AND REAPPEARS, GLOWING WITH AN INNER LIGHT
I GIVE CHASE, SWIMMING WITH ALL MY MIGHT
WHEN I ARRIVE AT HER SIDE, AGAIN SHE DIVES BELOW

BUT INSTEAD OF LEGS LONG AND SLEEK
A FISHES TAIL FOLLOWS HER INTO THE BRINE
MERMAID! THE THOUGHT RIPS INTO MY MIND
I HESITATE, ASTOUNDED, BY THIS BEING THAT I SEEK

AGAIN SHE APPEARS, THIS TIME NOT ALONE
THREE MORE OF THESE APPARITIONS, APPEAR IN A WAVE CREST
AS GLOWING WATER CUPS THEIR BOBBING BREASTS
THEIR SIRENS SONG BEGINS, AND I BECOME STILL AS STONE

THE SONG, MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ANY MORTAL WOMAN'S VOICE
CAPTIVATES ME, HOLDS ME, UNABLE TO THINK OR MOVE
MY LOVE, IT SAYS, TO HAVE THEM I MUST PROVE
AS I LISTEN I REALIZE I AM BEING OFFERED A CHOICE

TO JOIN THEM IN THEIR HOME, WET AND COOL
TO SWIM, AND FROLIC, UNDER THE SEA
FOREVER AND EVER JUST THEM AND ME
JUST THEN A GULL CRIES OUT, "DEATH IS WHAT THEY OFFER, YOU FOOL!"

WHEN I LOOK BACK TO WHERE THE WATER IS DARK AND DEEP
ONLY A FADING SPARKLE MARKS WHERE SIRENS SWAM
I SHOUT OUT, COME BACK, ONLY THE GULL REPLY'S "FOOLISH MAN"
THEN I REALIZE, THAT THEIR LOVE HAD A PRICE ATTACHED, FAR TOO STEEP!

Michael Hissom