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Very beautiful poetry Surreal. I think all the poems are very creative, even the lemon! Haha. When did you create these?
Thanks, I wrote them at different times, but most of them were created around the start of last month.
i like your poems sureal they're nice and funny..
i see that u really like making poems with rhyme..
i like making poems too,but i'm not really good at it
Thanks Lunniey, rhyming is fun
Oh look my smilie's laughing again (okay I'll stop the rhyming now)
Great thread! Here's my latest..
It’s all so festive, all so jolly. That man in red: > a loathsome folly!
Baubles; tinsel; festive lights. Santa; angels; Jesus Christ..
Planning, shopping, spend and wrap. Fight the queues, avoid the traps.
Gifts for family, gifts for friends; will all this spending never end?!
All good manners, all good will, the benevolence we now must drill.
Obligations, gratitudes: a “merry season” > misconstrued.Drown in booze and drench in telly. Bloodshot eyes and portly belly.
Contrary faith, disloyal duty; patrons baptized in counterfeit beauty.Spoonfed a lifestyle in ignorant bliss, the economy playground, the Christmas abyss.
All covet and hype, excess and greed. A wishlist, a wanting, an avarice need.
Commercialism at its best ,
a notion that we all attest,
But still we all remain obsessed,
frustrations always unexpressed,
a state of being I can’t ingest,
...the synthetic joy that I detest.So with forced cheer, I smile and wince
(to be a Grinch would be a cinch),
but fearing some ungodly lynch,
I’ll hide that Christmas makes me flinch!So..
“Merry Christmas” nothing less,
“Kind Regards” and “All the best”
“All my love” and add some kisses xx
“thoughts of you” and “All best wishes”
Have a good one, have a ball, enjoy the season, “good will” to all!
I have a place of peace
My inner sanctum
and it is the desert
I live in a world where silence is the enemy
Stimulate my body with pills
Stimulate my mind with media
Stimulate my spirit with dogma
I miss my days of silence
So I made a place for it in myself
A desert, an ocean of dunes where the the waves don't crash, but march
A place where the world can't touch
So if I have that far away look, it is because I am far away
To places where others fear to tread
To the silence and heat, to the light and quiet
I go to be
I don't think I'll move tomorrow...
I stand on rocky shores of reason in a sea of chaos.
Like Prospero I have summoned this storm, but i have not the power to dismiss it.
I wait for you, hoping to see your sails on the horizen declaring to me that the fight was not in vain.
But the winds whip harder, the water bites at my skin like the tears from an asylum.
My will wavers, my bones grow weak.
I stand on the shores for as long as I can.
Then I cave to the onslaught,
So I retreat to the my own world.
I lose faith that you will come for me, and I lose the memory of what you mean.
I still wait.
clutching to shattered dreams that bite my flesh.
The pain is what I have to hold onto.
Until storms go
and you meet me with true eyes.
Doctor: < medical thrills, really like that
Beauty Chop: < brilliant!
Fire: < blazing furnace of satanic light, awsome !
A Limerick About Lemons: < my favourite
The lemon limerick was my first limerick I wrote, because I had heard about limericks before and I decided I wanted to write one even though I didn't know what it was (I do this alot) so I looked it up on wikipedia and I decided to make one about something silly, so I chose lemons as my topic haha.