Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
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12-08-2013, 05:21 AM
[split] Silly, fun, and non-serious Poet's Corner (Limericks posted here)
Sometimes you kids are funny,
Yet other times you act like bullies,
Having no respect for other opinions,
Seems like ferdies in charge with her minions.

You may dislike what I have said and requested,
You may even wish that I was deaded,
But I dont give a fuck,
So please about me continue to cluck,
If that is what amuses you.

You see I have real thick skin,
In real life I've fucked up people, to understand you wouldn't begin,
So a few words on a screen,
Compare with nothing from what I have seen,
So please.... by all means.... carry on Cool

For no matter how much I use these symbols, to describe symptoms of my existence.
You are your own emphasis.
So I say nothing.

-Bemore.
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12-08-2013, 05:32 AM
RE: Silly, fun, and non-serious Poet's Corner (Limericks posted here)
(12-08-2013 05:21 AM)bemore Wrote:  ...
So a few words on a screen,
Compare with nothing from what I have seen,
So please.... by all means.... carry on Cool

Pixels on the screen, pixels on the screen,
they all want to shout, they all want to scream,
what shall I do with pixels on the screen?
...luckily a click will wipe them clean!

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12-08-2013, 08:54 AM (This post was last modified: 12-08-2013 09:01 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I wrote this poem for my best friend's 80th birthday last week.

I am not there yet but I am working on it. Wink

At eighty

At twenty we have more hormones than sense,
even though we live inside the minutes,
our dreams are mostly in the future tense:
true love, heroic deeds, untold riches.

At fourty we live firmly in the present:
children, mortgages, jobs, promotion,
our joys are mature, deep,
our worries scary, unpleasant.

At sixty we remember a lot
of all the things we have and haven't done,
living mostly in the past,
our future mostly gone.

At eighty we are way past caring
about petty things that bothered us before,
we don't have worries, debts, nagging fears,
we look forward to the next twenty years.
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12-08-2013, 10:24 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
With Zat's permission and because he said it was unfinished...

At Eighty

At twenty:
More hormones than sense,
we live in minutes;
dream in future tense.

At forty:
Mortgage, kids, career,
we live for pay days.
Our joys are deep; fears are real.

At sixty:
More memories of all
we have and haven't done,
we live in our past,
future soon gone.

At eighty:
More past caring
filters unneeded
say what the fuck we want
old rages unheeded.



(I should add that my version was not to Zat's taste)

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12-08-2013, 10:30 AM
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(12-08-2013 10:24 AM)DLJ Wrote:  With Zat's permission and because he said it was unfinished...

That's funny, DLJ -- now I see what you misunderstood:

What I meant was: I am not exactly at eighty yet, but I am working on it!

The poem itself was finished as far as I was concerned.

However, as I said in my PM to you -- "not bad, but not my style".

I am sure there are others who will prefer your version.

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12-08-2013, 10:37 AM
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(12-08-2013 10:30 AM)Zat Wrote:  
(12-08-2013 10:24 AM)DLJ Wrote:  With Zat's permission and because he said it was unfinished...

That's funny, DLJ -- now I see what you misunderstood:

What I meant was: I am not exactly at eighty yet, but I am working on it!

The poem itself was finished as far as I was concerned.

However, as I said in my PM to you -- "not bad, but not my style".

I am sure there are others who will prefer your version.

Smile

Ooops!

Embarrassed now!

Blush

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12-08-2013, 12:36 PM (This post was last modified: 12-08-2013 01:07 PM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
(12-08-2013 10:37 AM)DLJ Wrote:  Ooops!

Embarrassed now!

Don't be, DLJ, my wording was easy to misunderstand.

Here is another poem, sort of a companion to the "Life is killing time" poem.

Goals

We set our goals, like shining sign-posts,
believing that they lead us somewhere.
When we reach them, we set new ones,
terrified of an empty space on our horizon...
...we must pretend that life just goes on
for ever and ever.

The truth that nothing can change is:
even if we live to be a hundred,
our time on this Earth is limited
to thirtysix thousand and five hundred days
and, as we get older,
the days
tend to race...

...vanishing in the past,
until we used them all up,
ready to breath our last.
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12-08-2013, 10:47 PM
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Wrote this when I was 16 after a major fallout with my first love.

Without Resolve
With every word unspoken,
a tear drops as a mended heart is broken.
Questions asked with no reply.
In Her hands, He leaves his heart to lie.
She is one, whom consumes his mind.
His love for Her will never die.
It will last forever, longer than the end of time.
No other could ever compare.
For, she is the other half to what these two have shared.
Love's lost without resolve.
Yet, around Her his world revolves.

“We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.”

-Neil deGrasse Tyson
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12-08-2013, 11:26 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
earmuffs
earmuffs is a man,
Who speaks his mind,
Fights his cause where he can,
And he doesn't unwind,
Never does he,
Compromise,
He will be what he'll be,
His fight never dies,
He's very extreme,
And very straight-forward,
Controversy's his theme,
Of that he is lord,
He can be a cunt but I like him,
Even when he's a dick,
Perhaps I'm just dim,
Or perhaps my judgement is slick.

Not bad for ten minutes. Smile

Best and worst of Ferdinand .....
Best
Ferdinand: We don't really say 'theist' in Alabama. Here, you're either a Christian, or you're from Afghanistan and we fucking hate you.
Worst
Ferdinand: Everyone from British is so, like, fucking retarded.
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12-08-2013, 11:37 PM (This post was last modified: 14-08-2013 12:03 AM by Hughsie.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Little Poem Baby fan limericks presents;

Our first non-limerick;

LPB
LPB's a poem series,
Written by Ferdinand,
It explores her personal theories,
Written in a form that isn't bland,

It exudes wit, grace and style,
That is very rare to see,
Cleverness and guile,
That resonates with me,

Her mind is like a gold-mine,
Full of good ideas,
Her writing is sublime,
And way better than her peers,

You're my close friend Ferdy,
Keep jotting down your wit,
And even though you're nerdy,
I'll never tire of it.

That was closer to five minutes. Smile

Best and worst of Ferdinand .....
Best
Ferdinand: We don't really say 'theist' in Alabama. Here, you're either a Christian, or you're from Afghanistan and we fucking hate you.
Worst
Ferdinand: Everyone from British is so, like, fucking retarded.
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