Does anybody know any amazing poems they would like to share?

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
(Dorothy Parker 1897-1967)

yes, no, no, yes

I do, but I write poems for specific people and songs. Those poems are meant to be for those people only, and those they wish to share it with. I'd need their permission to post anything.

i am lucky i can write my name

Tic Toc Tic


Life is wonderful, but oh, so short
> Like a snapshot from the heart
> So tell them now while all are here
> Your friends, your family you love so dear
> Be generous and helpful for those in need
> I reap with joy for sowing the seed
> I'm so filled with love, I feel obsessed
> But the stroke of the clock comes less and less
> Now my eyes flicker, my mind at full rest
> Sweet voices I hear, you have passed the test
By Corgingus

*The Rime of the Ancient Mariner*, though it’s *way* too long to post here.

http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html

And you, who with your soft but searching voice
drew me out of the sleep where I was lost,
who held me near your heart that I might rest
confiding in the darkness of your choice:
possessed by you I chose to have no choice,
fulfilled in you I sought no further quest.
You keep me, now, in dread that quenches trust,
in desolation where my sins rejoice.
As I am passionate so you with pain
turn my desire; as you seem passionless
so I recoil from all that I would gain,
wounding myself upon forgetfulness,
false ecstasies, which you in truth sustain
as you sustain each item of your cross.

"Soulstonehead" - by ENG

- Went down to Tristram; slashed and bashed!
- He killed all demons; made big cash!
- Then saw and killed Archbishop Laz!
- Slew Diablo, freed Albrect, he has!
- Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

- Drank a lot of potions for health!
- He leveled up to learn some spells!
- He fought the monsters well until
- He saw Diablo and cast still!
- Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

- Should've been warned about the stone!
- Red soulstone should've smashed at home!
- The Hellforge really where it's at
- But that stone's now his brain's welcome mat!
- Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

- Now he goes off dark wanderin',
- Salvation's what he's ponderin',
- But Diablo has overtook
- His body. Now his soul is cooked!
- Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

- Stuck it up there! Stuck it up there!
- Stuck it up there! Stuck it up there!...

I know. I think.


I desperately want to be happy.

I love her with every fiber in my soul.

I want our family to be together, happy, prosperous.

I will spend my days and nights protecting, nurturing, and loving them all.




I think the cosmic powers that be seem to be upset with me.

I am being paid back for the bad person I have seemed to be.

I wasn't a very good husband, father and friend in the past years.

For every wrong I have previously committed I am paying back ten heart aches.




I know I believe that I can overcome all this.

I can find and hold onto my happiness.

My love for our new family can find a way to not only survive but grow.

My strength, her strength, and our love will find a way through this darkness and find our light.




I know we will love.

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Edit - again. Addition.

I like limericks.

There once was a man from Nantucket.....

No I won't go there, instead.

Listless moments spent in flight,
lost forever, a fool's delight.
Thoughtful moments spent in prayer,
Kept forever in Heaven's care.

I got the Maserati dancing on the bridge trunk poppin.

There once was a man from Nantucket......Nevermind!

Sure..
These are actually song lyrics I wrote for a song I'm working on called "Remember?"

"I remember late October,
We were both fifteen,
Young lovers exchanging glances,
We both fell instantly.

I remember early December,
Your kiss, it kept me warm.
All wrapped in our winter clothes,
My arms kept you from harm.

I remember mid-September,
Long sleeves, and magazines.
I remember watching you drive,
Down the coast, away from me.

I remember the first of April,
We had just turned eighteen.
I remember our final goodbyes,
As we both hung up the phone."

At the stoplight waiting for the light
nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
a bright yellow garbage truck
with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers
standing on the back stoop
one on each side hanging on
and looking down into
an elegant open Mercedes
with an elegant couple in it
The man
in a hip three-piece linen suit
with shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses
The young blonde woman so casually coifed
with short skirt and coloured stockings
on the way to his architect's office

And the two scavengers up since four a.m.
grungy from their route
on the way home
The older of the two with grey iron hair
and hunched back
looking down like some
gargoyle Quasimodo
And the younger of the two
also with sunglasses&long hair
about the same age as the Mercedes driver

And both scavengers gazing down
as from a great distance
at the cool couple
as if they were watching some odorless TV ad
in which everything is always possible

And the very red light for an instant
holding all four close together
as if anything at all were possible
between them
across that small gulf
in the high sea
of this democracy

2 Scavengers in a Truck, Two beautiful people in a Mercedes by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

I adore the poem 'Footprints'. That's a bit of a common one though. I don't particularly like it on a religious level, maybe it's just sentiment.

By Mary Stevenson
'One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:

"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing brest;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

By-Joyce Kilmer

Not sure if it could really be called poetry - more like rambling thoughts but yeah sure here's one of the many..

You used to look at me and thought you knew what i was all about..
You didn't even touch the surface - of who i am ..
or was.
You saw what you wanted to see..
and after all this time - i can tell you now..
what you saw was never me.

sure.........

I can still feel your lips pressed unto my chin
And your smell remains etched to my skin.
Your smile is still fresh on my mind
And your warm breath never seems to fade from my side.
Those moments of laughter joy and tears
Under the duvets in your warm arms,
Were like finding myself in paradise
Amidst all the bliss I had always desired.

Right from the first hug
To the time I waved you goodbye,
I loved the look into your eyes
And to find me there inside.
The way you smile
And do the things that you do
I treasure each and every moment
That I spent beside you.

And there were these moments
We were so close
I could feel your skin
Gently rub against my skin,
I was afraid to come any closer
For I knew one day I would have to let you go.
But I am sincerely indebted
For showing me the face of love
And make me realize the world of joy
Beyond what I had always dreamt of.

Well, I'm biased for submitting this one; the poet is my former teacher and my current friend/mentor. Enjoy!


"When You Hear His Name"

unexpectedly,
long after you have claimed

it wouldn’t mean anything, you know
you have found the one name

you can never say,
never even bear to hear

even if it is now someone else’s name,
a neighbor’s child

and his mother snapping it at him
like a whip.

You try to make that sound just
a white sheet

the wind slaps
on the taut line. But you become

that line
holding everything above

the earth, stretched
house to post and back

again to house. Or you are
the post, placed

only to hold
the laundry up, keep

the line straight. You are not
the house, not a thing

someone can enter.

-- Andrea Hollander Budy, from her first book "House Without a Dreamer"

yes i have written some poems and yes i would like to share them... but its 1 am so i am going to bed... if you would like to read some of them you can e mail me at smcdonald22407@yahoo.com and i will send them to you...

I know lots. :)

I have a little online anthology of poems that I build up on an irregular basis. Generally, they are poems from books and magazines that I really like. But I am open to anyone suggesting any additions to it.

Please feel free to visit and comment here:

http://frombooksofpoems.blogspot.com/2006/10/contents.html

One of my favourite.....

A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

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