the life of an exile slips away quickly. his days dissapear, while his moments linger too long. wandering through the cloudy past he forgets his future
a cold stone in my chest a melting ice cube freezing flesh you put me to the test spear my heart i never rest you throw yourself in the pool and ask me to save you you stare in my eyes ask me to obey you and i'd love to but those who obey are not worth the trouble to easy to catch is easy to fumble and easy to fumble is easy to drop when will your endless circle stop?
if in this ocean between us we could find an island of understanding big enough to put a bed upon, i'd have us swim and climb in, and never get out again.
six months ive lived here and its time for change the possibilities... have dried up the little creeks of promise dont run anymore they've been diverted nothing to water hopes green grass. i am not much of a gardener i watch things sprout and die and then say "that was my fault."
Great intro and great poem! It's rare to find a rhyming poem that doesn't seem forced, and to me, this one didn't. Great stuff from you in this thread, hope you keep them coming
self analysis I protest... depends on the exile. relating to an observation Nice sentiment...I think I agree. a very good line.. Thanks for posting them.
i believe in luck. Sounds like a gods name - Luck, the inscrutable. Sprinkle dust on me and send me out with strange impulses... i will obey. But you yourself, must have a master to whom do you bow and answer? then turn and leave with mission charged a days work to do both small and large And to whom do you final ly return? with report of success and those who spurned your waving hand your gentle push please give him news - thanks for the rush. ____________________ theres a mexican standoff in my fishtank two and two wage a constant war five twitch on, oblivious. --------------------- i cant help it everyone - i'm just a rhymer(sp?) at heart...
but how to kill the undead killer? the one who headless rides through winter - oblivious to cold and pain your ugly death his only aim.. there was a whole poem of this - inspired by that johnny depp film and slayer ( and maybe a rye or two)
That is probably the most inspiring piece of poetry I have ever read. Thank you very much. While I haven't been here 6 months, it feels like 6 years. Again thank you.
with a satisfied smirk, i can now give the finger to summer. since its packed its things and gone, i can say out loud i never liked you anyway. Or your friends. -------------------------
fuck the keyboard its back to the pen twelve hours of thumb to hop the fence and get under the tree that bears my roots. or is it them that i bear? honestly i dont care its a self defense taking an axe to your family countenance but what am i left with if the tree falls down? a dead branch of history with which i may drown. --------------------------------------
-going home- LOVE IT. *grins* The opening catches the eye and it's raw and hints bitter. The rest is just fantastic and fits in with the title perfectly.
hopes green grass has been well trampled its been stamped and starved and animal sampled almost forgotten and not well handled bent and burnt, bulldozed, mangled and yet here in my corners eye take me now by suprise that funny thing that will not die hope is standing by my side it looks well - like it never left like it never put me to the test like it never failed me, just had a rest its looked well once before but then it headed out the door said see ya later left me poor so please forgive me if i mistrust you but your records bad your credentials few and although i wont kick out on you i'll be watching ev'ry thing you do. ----------------------------------------------- well, i made it to the end at least.
cut this one up, if you think you can make the meter better. its close in my head, and it changes from verse to verse but ... hey , manipulate at will. just an off the top rhyme.
Hopes': green grass, well trampled, stamped, starved, animal sampled, almost forgotten, not well handled, bent, burnt, bulldozed and mangled. Yet, here in my corners eye... take me now by surprise, that funny thing that will not die, hope is standing by my side. Looks well - never left; never put me to the test; never failed me, just had a rest. Looked well - once before, but then headed out the door, said, 'C'ya later;' Left me poor. Forgive me - I mistrust you, your records' bad and credentials few; although, I wont kick out on you, I'll be watching everything you do. ~* Well hope you like it regardless, thank you for sharing.
not bad.. basically the same with all the filler cut out... the third stanza (proper usage?) has a more positive message in yours.. not accusing... thanks for playin along sylvan.
