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I was wondering if anyone else liked poems? (I'm sure someone does.) Anyway, here are a few of mine. :)

Mighty Horse


I'll cut you down
from that mighty
horse you ride.

You will finally
see you're not on
the right side.

I will tear you
apart, and spit
on your remains.

From that mighty
horse you ride, I
will take the reins.

You will not see me
coming, I will be the
thief in the night.

I will brutally destroy
you, and not even use all
my might.

To watch your downfall
will be amusing.

I will chuckle lightly
at your final bruising.



Conquer


Paint it on the walls
black and white.

Darkness creeps up
with the failing light.

Dormant I lie,
hidden six feet under.

I lie here resting,
waiting for my thunder.

Above me birds fly,
alone and free.

When my time comes,
even they will obey me.

Dreaded I sound,
much like a monster.

Fear me?
You should.
For I shall always conquer.




Crazy Little Thoughts


Wondering if this
numbness will ever
disappear.

I feel nothing
towards those I
once held dear.

Am I an illusion,
what is my fate?

Why is it I only
feel this solitude
and hate?

A voice in my mind
whispering insanities

Telling me how to
bring this world to
its darling knees

"My monsters will
rise up and feast
upon their hearts
and eyes

I will not let them
rest until those that
resist me die."

I tremble at the
crazy little thoughts
inside my head

Those crazy little
thoughts that
wish the world dead.




I have quite a few more. Most of them are like this, world domination stuff. Haha. I'd like to hear your poems, if you wouldn't mind sharing. :)
 

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Yes, I do love poetry, though I believe that my own is immature, naive. If I am to be called a poet, I must too be called a tyro (catch it in its vanity, I dare you).


As I still sit betwixt a life of pain
And truth, or life of holiest allure,
The question ever to evoke disdain
In me at once here to my mind comes fore:
"What must become of pining you whom yearns
For passage through your self to what you will
Become? Do only I a path discern
To risen warmth of self and soul lest chill
Forever seize me. I ascension seek
To understanding of my purpose here;
To 'void a future so certainly bleak,
I to my inner will move near."
So movement shall begin, spurred on by woven
Fire, forth against a gale replete with loathing.


A burning, as if blushing, slipping
Unheeded between my flesh and blood,
Fire fleeting between every sensation.
Untimely insight blinding my judgement,
Reality pries its way into my eyes.
No pain beyond burning alights to mind.

New ecstasies of discovery emerge through
Windows lightly fog-blessed.
Ice floes lightly weave the meshed
Sunderings of my mind embodied
In my body with the slightest touch.

Eyes ask for floor and favor out of desperation,
Knowing that they have but this moment to
Snare my mind in its throne.
Masterful strokes of mindful brush
Paint Apollo and Dionysus in their perfect harmony.
The first and former takes his cue to dance in the light
Which his companion casts.

Enantiodromic euphoria soars out of the blackest depths
Of the Sun's heart;
O contrast!
Counterpoint to the point of absolute purity
Spins the bind while his companion casts himself in the light.

Color, splendid color, blushes out of the scene.
Silence takes the harmony as its own,
Relentless rhythms striking out against
What monarchy had ensnared it.
The wild menagerie swells to and fro,
And if they themselves do not know it,
They dance the most lush of the re-balancing acts to perfection.

O, if only I might know that they know it!
The pairs humble themselves and give no credit
To their performance.
They merely take joy in the spontaneity of their
Bursts about the scene, tantalizing and stimulating beyond measure.

The eyes suspend their trapping and
Allow me to return to my awareness of
That gentle fire which had so serenely lay
Dormant.
The floes too flow among the teasing and
Fleeting flames which again seduce me
Into their elemental instants.

Break your spell, sprites!
I have been prepared by
The sage teachers Balance and Moment.
The infinitesimal experience
Now yields its milk in my naissance.


Most of this foolishness emerges when I'm trying to stave off the damning rectitudes of my ever-critical inner self. On account of such, it completely lacks logic, development, flow, prosody, meter, cadence, value.

@productsoflife: Your poems are leaps and bounds more effective, understandable, than anything I could come up with. Concise, good, etc.
 

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I hate poetry for the most part because it is so pretentious, however I absolutely LOVE mocking poetry. Here is an example:

My Love of My Life​
By Antiant​
Oh, sparrows!
Sparrows sparrows frolicking
How I wish that sparrow came to my heart
Heart, heart, full of gold!
My love for you is bold
Noble and wise you are
I love looking into your eyes
Stargazing the night away
My love for you is totally gay
I'm happy like a bird
Sometimes I think you're a little turd
Love conquers all
I love when we make love in the fall
Leaves scattered on the ground
Damn! Your ass is so round
I love caressing your hair
Damn! You sure do have a nice pair

I bequeath to thee, my undying love
My world is peaceful, like a dove
Hark! O yee sparrow of mine!
You truly are divine
I feel so alive and complete with you
Thank the Lord in heaven that you are my beau
I am an emotional roller coaster
Riding the hills of love upside down
Sometimes you make me frown

I want to rumble in your jungle
I will be your Jane
Oooh! oooh! ah! ah!
You turn me on
You make me melt
I love when you whip me, with your belt
Shackles and chains
I love the rains
I am the breath of your existence
The least of your resistance
You are the love of my life
And soon, I will be your wife
I hope it isn't too much strife
Thank you, love of my life​
Untitled
By Antiant

Roses are red, you stick out like a thorn
You are a black rose, but I do not mourn!
You are unique and special, like a gift in a cracker jack box
You are fast and swift, like a fox
I eat all around you, bit by bit
You're like a puzzle or a car kit
I work on the box all day long
Slowly putting the pieces together like a bong
You are my weed, I inhale deeply and smile
Holy shit! I've smoked the whole pile!

More here. Tee hee!
 

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I generally despise writing but as far as poems are concerned I tend to stick to vague, non-emotional, cliché topics just because I like rhyming for some reason. It's really quite bland.
 
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I love certain poets and am puzzled by others. Perhaps a difference in preference. I favor the surreal in my writings, though the origin of my inspiration is often concrete. For me, writing is about transformation.

A poem I wrote earlier this year:



Ice Age and the sea sinks into puddles.

Water’s legacy we swim in shallower shores.
Salt erosion picks our bones clean.
When the sea rises we will have memorized
a cove of maps and water, we will have
buried we will have kept.

The sea carves tunnels into walls. Preserving
our inscriptions it seals us underneath blue holes.
When it rains anaerobic we stay in crystalline caves
and hope for excavation. Fifty ripples and we are
gasping to breathe.



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Wonderful imagery - my favorite is the colors stanza.
 

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we've had quite a few
sonnets about poo
and one or two
threads of haiku
 

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I hate poetry for the most part because it is so pretentious, however I absolutely LOVE mocking poetry.
Holy shit, thats some good mocking. It reminds me of the time when an english teacher was trying to get the whole class to write their own poetry and read it in front of the class. Spilling my guts on paper only to be judged and assigned a letter grade by people I disliked did not sound appealing, so I went with:

A glass
Some water
A glass of water
My friends thought it was hilarious and started to shout that I had the best poem and therefore should go first. After I read it in front of the class, the only sound to be heard was my chuckling as I walked back to my seat. Needless to say, it was not well received...and I thought I had such great potential. :(
 

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Trigonometry. Engineering. Misanthropy. World domination.
 

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bloody screams
horny teens
stoners getting boners
from all the weed they smoked
while their mothers choked
Opium bastards eloped
with the Goddess of Venus the grouped
a young man rides a horse
then the horse rides him of course
dextromethorphan dimethyltryptamine
flowing in the stream
I found the C of Tranquility
and lost my ability
to worry
to hurry
to fret
about how much i should get
The ******** play their banjos down by the Boonies
and late at night they watch the goonies
grow the weed from the seed
ride the white rhino
and a prehistoric dino
 

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Holy shit, thats some good mocking. It reminds me of the time when an english teacher was trying to get the whole class to write their own poetry and read it in front of the class. Spilling my guts on paper only to be judged and assigned a letter grade by people I disliked did not sound appealing, so I went with:



My friends thought it was hilarious and started to shout that I had the best poem and therefore should go first. After I read it in front of the class, the only sound to be heard was my chuckling as I walked back to my seat. Needless to say, it was not well received...and I thought I had such great potential. :(
Thanks. Yep, anybody can do poetry that's how lame it is. Just throw in a few words of bullshit here and there and you're a poet. I'm very picky with the poetry I like and a lot of it is so cliché laden that it makes me cringe, that is why it's easy to mock.
 

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I was wondering if anyone else liked poems? (I'm sure someone does.) Anyway, here are a few of mine. :)

I have quite a few more. Most of them are like this, world domination stuff. Haha. I'd like to hear your poems, if you wouldn't mind sharing. :)
I'm not comfortable with creative writing. The only time I've written poems were when I was depressed and they were very emo.

I always feel literarily inadequate against INFP writing...which includes such striking and vivid imagery and gripping emotional tones.
 
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Oh! yes, we want to grip you.
It's all towards fun though.
Quality time, we can laugh together.

I like the humor in an intj poem.

And here I'll share some short flips.
(With an intj in mind :p)

Jack, and all his men
went marching past her step.
It wasn't as if she'd let that happen.

Down, down and down
she 'pursed a little flight
in her bird costume.

"You worm!",
she went pink and fisted.

...

Release the Hounds

Down where it's batter batter dog
in the snarky pluff, the langy way
darkened to the smits
and driven to the may.

I'm in my curled top,
a little slip of knot
and I only gots to endure
the blister taught,
lay it out in wait.
Grown up with
a pattle,

all my life I goes
to envisioning that hefty
snake ya gets devoured on,
it's eating holes
straight through
your soul.

I gets a little light,
you gets the pitchest dark.
It sifts, it folds, it flays ya up
nice.

I laugh, yes, I laugh
how will you survive.

...

Trailing black shadow
white fell
it's dark like an arm.

I stand on my head
it moves to my door
the arm goes under
the arm walks across the floor
across the wood
and past a window,
it stands silent
at the foot of my bed.

I sit quiet to read
with a little light on.

Tomorrow we'll do it again.
 
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Holy shit, thats some good mocking. It reminds me of the time when an english teacher was trying to get the whole class to write their own poetry and read it in front of the class. Spilling my guts on paper only to be judged and assigned a letter grade by people I disliked did not sound appealing, so I went with:



My friends thought it was hilarious and started to shout that I had the best poem and therefore should go first. After I read it in front of the class, the only sound to be heard was my chuckling as I walked back to my seat. Needless to say, it was not well received...and I thought I had such great potential. :(
ROFL....=)) wow. that was a good laugh boy
 

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I was wondering if anyone else liked poems? (I'm sure someone does.) Anyway, here are a few of mine. :)

Mighty Horse


I'll cut you down
from that mighty
horse you ride.

You will finally
see you're not on
the right side.

I will tear you
apart, and spit
on your remains.

From that mighty
horse you ride, I
will take the reins.

You will not see me
coming, I will be the
thief in the night.

I will brutally destroy
you, and not even use all
my might.

To watch your downfall
will be amusing.

I will chuckle lightly
at your final bruising.



Conquer


Paint it on the walls
black and white.

Darkness creeps up
with the failing light.

Dormant I lie,
hidden six feet under.

I lie here resting,
waiting for my thunder.

Above me birds fly,
alone and free.

When my time comes,
even they will obey me.

Dreaded I sound,
much like a monster.

Fear me?
You should.
For I shall always conquer.




Crazy Little Thoughts


Wondering if this
numbness will ever
disappear.

I feel nothing
towards those I
once held dear.

Am I an illusion,
what is my fate?

Why is it I only
feel this solitude
and hate?

A voice in my mind
whispering insanities

Telling me how to
bring this world to
its darling knees

"My monsters will
rise up and feast
upon their hearts
and eyes

I will not let them
rest until those that
resist me die."

I tremble at the
crazy little thoughts
inside my head

Those crazy little
thoughts that
wish the world dead.




I have quite a few more. Most of them are like this, world domination stuff. Haha. I'd like to hear your poems, if you wouldn't mind sharing. :)
I like your poems especially mighty horse
 

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The only poems I ever wrote were class assignments so naturally I took the piss as much as possible in my ongoing battle with my English teacher. The best poem I ever wrote was about going to the dentist. Unfortunately, all the innuendoes got me dragged in front of the Head Teacher for "Innapropriate Content". He found it hilarious, but I still had to write another poem...
I would put it on here but I burned all my school books when I left and chuckled, pissed, as the ashes floated away.... and nearly set fire to a tree
 
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