Poetry do you write?

[MrsKellyPierce]

If so, will you share? Mine below

Just a Joke To You

Dying Inside

Noone to care

Nooone to fear

I'm all alone

Torn and confused

Wishing I had my muse

Fantasy world

I needed you

Who knew you'd be my doom

Noone to understand

Only to point my faults out

With out a doubt

Ugly I am

You broke me

Are you happy

Is it what you wanted to hear

You are what I fear

Three men I held so dear

But they only left me with a tear

Noone to care

Noone to fear

Wouldn't much matter

I'll be gone soon

You can eat it up with a spoon

The strong one for years

You broke

I was just a joke

[MrsKellyPierce]

Another one:

If You Could Remember

If you could remember
My voice
My Kiss
My heart
We would never be apart

If you could remember
Me
us
memories we made
We would never fade

If you could remember
how I was there
how you made me laugh
our hours of conversation
We would never have any reservation

If you could forget
a lie
a secret of my life
and the hurt and anger
We would never be in danger

If you could remember
how I truly care
how I'm truly sorry
how I think you're perfect in everyway
We would never be able to avoid being together again one day

[MrsKellyPierce]

Another:

Unspoken

Never a final answer
Never a last word
Only taken for granted
My voice was never heard

I set in the dark and write
Words that I can not see
Only hoping that I can finally express me

I want to release this anger
I want to let go of the pain
To write simple words on paper
My peace I hope to gain

I write these words in sorrow
I write these words in vain
With not one evil thought for you
My love still remains

Holding on to questions
When I know the answers will not come
Only anguished cries of why
Beating in my head like drums

Will you ever feel remorse
For discarding me like trash
For shattering my heart like tiny shards of glass
For destroying my trust in people
For taking away my laugh

[Night Rider]

edit...wrong thread

[MrsKellyPierce]

Confused


I lie here awake with you on my mind, thoughts and emotions churning inside

I'm too good for this, but I keep holding on, waiting for a twist

A twist of fate, a change of plan, but I'm kidding myself I can't understand

Why I can't let go, why I want to hold on, why you get to me, it all seems so wrong

Will I ever be satisfied with the hand I've been dealt, will i ever come to terms with all that I've felt

I'll search for answers that may never be and when I fall asleep I'll wake to see that you'll never have eyes for me...

[MrsKellyPierce]

I love this:

It'll be alright you said tomorrow
dont you cry
dont you shed a tear
when you wake up I will still be here
when you wake up will battle all your fears

and now I'll take my heart back
leave your pictures on the floor
steal back my memories
I cant take it anymore
I've cried my eyes out
oh and now I face the years
the way you loved me vanished all the tears

just a lil more time was all we needed
just a lil time for me to see
ooh the light that live can give you
ooh how it can set you free

so now I'll take my heart back
leave your pictures on the floor
steal back my memories
I cant take it anymore
I've cried my eyes out
oh and now I face the years
the way you loved me vanished all the tears

[MrsKellyPierce]

I'm Growing
I'm Changing
Reaching out to me

Me such a simple answer to happiness
I always knew who I was
Now it comes to light

In the mirror I look
Day by Day
It may be vain
But as I change
It battles the pain

Pain of the character name that was given at birth
Pain of society expectations of gender and views
Pain of pleasing and being someone...
Not Me
Why can't we just be?

It makes no difference
What your definition is
Who is right or wrong
I live by my own beautiful song
I will always be unfaultering ME.

So here I lay
Alone, but many
Peaceful, beautiful whispering
ME.

[odelay24]

If so, will you share? Mine below

Just a Joke To You


If you're gonna make it rhyme, keep to the rhyming pattern.

If you can't write poetry, just write a fucking blog.

[MrsKellyPierce]

If so, will you share? Mine below

Just a Joke To You


If you're gonna make it rhyme, keep to the rhyming pattern.

If you can't write poetry, just write a fucking blog. Odelay there are many types of poetry and thats one type. I didn't ask for critics. I was just asking for people to share theirs. Mine were written mostly at sad times in my life. ANYWAYS.......

Escape
I close my eyes and make a wish for
Inner peace and tranquillity inside
My mind I feel it's changing
Breaking down the defences of my heart
It's like a new adventure
And this is my life
No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

I'm running away. Running away from you
Though I beg you to stay. I'm running away from you
I'm running away. From predictable
Miss reliable. So methodical
Wanna be individual. And original
So radical. And desirable

Put a message in a bottle
Watch it sail across the ocean blue
So free of limitations
A vision I can only fantasize
I'm floating in a new direction
As this is my life

No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

[MrsKellyPierce]

Not Me

What happened?
Why didn't I listen to myself
I thought I'd know how to handle it
But I didn't

So confused
Where I stand
Do I stand alone
With each individual

This is not me
I used to be strong
Now I feel weak
This is not me
I never said it was
I didn't like it because I lost my way
This is not me
You know that it's true
And I'd be lying to you just to convince myself
This is not me

What happened?
Why didn't I speak up at the time
I thought I'd know what was going on
But I didn't
So confused where I stand
Do I stand alone

With each individual
This is not me
I used to be strong
Now I feel weak
This is not me
I never said that it was
I didn't like it because I had lost my way

This is not me
You know that it's true
And I'd be lying to you just to convince myself
This is not me

So confused where I stand
Do I stand alone
Someone tell me
Cause this is not me
If I said that it was, I didn't like it because I had lost my way
This is not me, you know that it's true
I'd be lying to you just to convince myself

This is not me

[odelay24]

When you flit in and out of rhyming patterns at will, that isn't a "different type of poetry" it's just a bad poem. If you're going to rhyme, don't be lazy about it. Otherwise just don't rhyme.

[MrsKellyPierce]

When you flit in and out of rhyming patterns at will, that isn't a "different type of poetry" it's just a bad poem. If you're going to rhyme, don't be lazy about it. Otherwise just don't rhyme. Again you don't have to rhyme for a good poem. I am not going to argue with you.... :roll: Many famous poets don't either.

[Ecstatic]

Kelly, I particularly like "If You Could Remember" and "Unspoken." Here's a snippet from a poem I've been working on:

What becomes of the serpent when Adam becomes Eve?
Is your secret desire to realize what you believe?
Is the vision of yourself the you you long to be?
Have you the courage to create your own reality?

[Ecstatic]

A couple of my haiku:

Yellow leaves quiver
against the edge of night:
the whipoorwill unheard, alone.

Blue smoke, drifting
through leafy sky:
rabbit stew tonight.

[Ecstatic]

This Morning

The wind through dry leaves
like Scarlatti
I am reminded of dunes
and piney wine. The hills
are thrush blue and my hands
fresh from the guitar
long to hold something real.

Or skip stones across the still pond.


© 1993

[trish]

Never do the bleak days cease.

They hang
one next to the other;

sometimes crashing together in memory
chiming out the song of time's passing.

Through them
the world spins.

[trish]

nice idea for a thread Kelly. thanks.

[Ecstatic]

One more, for fun:

Voyage into the PC Screen
(after John Lennon's "Across the Universe")

Posts are flowing out like endless hail into a hollow box,
They slither as they pass, they squelch across my CRT,
Flash and GIFs drifting heedlessly across my screen
Spamming and invading me
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail

Strange and random phrases, pen!s and vi@gr@ ads
Call me from my work across the PC screen
Thoughts off topic and tangential restless in my inbox they
Trigger anti-virus scans as they
Make their way into the void
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail

Emoticons of laughter fonts of mirth are ringing
Through my open Windows trolling and enflaming me
Limitless phishing and youtube ephemera shines around me like a
Million bytes, they call me on and on
Across the PC screen
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail

Mac PC Linux Ohm....

[Quinn]

I enjoy reading poetry, and though I've written some over the years, most of it isn't that good. As with most artistic endeavors, my aptitude lies in recognizing and appreciating good work, not in creating it (which is somewhat unfortunate).

That said, I'll be happy to share someone else's work that means something to me:

Samurai Song

When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted sleep.

By Robert Pinksy

[MrsKellyPierce]

Thanks Ecstatic I like Haiku's a lot.

Thanks Trish I liked what you wrote. I just find writing poems or whimsical messages get my feelings out better on paper. Than writing in a journal.

I also Quinn, I love literature, though many wouldn't believe it. I really do. My favorite author is Lucy Maude Montgomery. I hope one day to visit Canada to vist her tribute.

[MrsKellyPierce]

This is one of my favorite song writers she writes and sings all her own music. She is from Australia, Delta Goodrem. This is her new video off her new album Believe Again. She's beautiful and uniquely talented with writing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OErwwu4MRn0

[trish]

the board scum watch each other, waiting to praise and impress.
they circle their victim but never take their eyes from each others eyes.
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance.

whoa, that thread backfired! this guy's gay! you nailed that bitch!

they support each other's cruelty,
laughing in the rancid warmth of their camaraderie like vermin.
the winner is the alpha, the biggest and the fattest, the juiciest of all.
everyone loves him, the alpha. who will be the alpha? who will lick his ass?
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance.

[Night Rider]

the board scum watch each other

:? board scum :P

That was pretty funny exept I think it was aimed at me in someway. That somewhat took the fun out of it :cry

Also, I don't see the problem with people commenting on the thread "backfiring", after all if it was about a TS all the "sistas" would congregate. Seems like those double standards in play again.

[MrsKellyPierce]

the board scum watch each other, waiting to praise and impress.
they circle their victim but never take their eyes from each others eyes.
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance.

whoa, that thread backfired! this guy's gay! you nailed that bitch!

they support each other's cruelty,
laughing in the rancid warmth of their camaraderie like vermin.
the winner is the alpha, the biggest and the fattest, the juiciest of all.
everyone loves him, the alpha. who will be the alpha? who will lick his ass?
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance. ooh loves it!!

[Night Rider]

ooh loves it!!

The Co-Sister noun: HotHungAngel who will readily co-sign anything written by another HHA no matter of the actual quality of the post, or the validity of the contents. courtesy of mbf

[MrsKellyPierce]

ooh loves it!!

The Co-Sister noun: HotHungAngel who will readily co-sign anything written by another HHA no matter of the actual quality of the post, or the validity of the contents. courtesy of mbfPlease I usually disagree with people. When I agree with you, just accept it and move on. You little token bitch trying to catch up with me! :lol:

[Night Rider]

ooh loves it!!

The Co-Sister noun: HotHungAngel who will readily co-sign anything written by another HHA no matter of the actual quality of the post, or the validity of the contents. courtesy of mbfPlease I usually disagree with people. When I agree with you, just accept it and move on. You little token bitch trying to catch up with me! :lol:

LOL yeah I'm gonna get ya soon. I'm guessing around easter :twisted:

[trish]

hey you two, this thread's for poets, not critics :)


in the interest of completeness i'm posting a poem here that can also be found at

http://www.hungangels.com/board/viewtopic.php?p=387577&highlight=#387577




Why Real Cock Is Better Than Fake

a real cock can be teased and taunted.
it swells and twitches,
it drools and begs,
it dives and drives on its own volition,
it seeks and probes and finds just the right spot.
it's dynamic,
it's organic,
it's poppin' fresh good!

[solohansoso]

here's one for ya kelly. this is one of my more spontaneous poems.....

roses are red
violets are blue
my cock is HUUUUUUGE
howz' about you?

:lol:

i have some better ones that i will post if i can find them. but for now, that'll have to do.

[Legend]

the board scum watch each other, waiting to praise and impress.
they circle their victim but never take their eyes from each others eyes.
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance.

whoa, that thread backfired! this guy's gay! you nailed that bitch!

they support each other's cruelty,
laughing in the rancid warmth of their camaraderie like vermin.
the winner is the alpha, the biggest and the fattest, the juiciest of all.
everyone loves him, the alpha. who will be the alpha? who will lick his ass?
it is the dance of love. it is the dance of dominance.

Your poem couldn't be any better and describes this place perfectly,that will be my sig when january comes around.

[JamesHunt]

There was a young tranny from Landidno

who forget about her placebo

her knickers went twang

her balls went bang

and now she lives in an igloo

[Leverage87]

I used to write poetry in highschool, but I haven't written or read any in probably 3 years.

[justatransgirl]

Some really great poetry Kelly, thanks.

I'm sorry, my contribution is somewhat crass - but it's the best I've got to offer...it's also not mine. :-)


There once was a man from Nantucket,

Who's dick was so long he could suck it,

He said with a grin, as he wiped off his chin,

If my mouth was a cunt I coudl fuck it...


Giggle,
TS Jamie :-)

[solohansoso]

Some really great poetry Kelly, thanks.

I'm sorry, my contribution is somewhat crass - but it's the best I've got to offer...it's also not mine. :-)


There once was a man from Nantucket,

Who's dick was so long he could suck it,

He said with a grin, as he wiped off his chin,

If my mouth was a cunt I coudl fuck it...

Giggle,
TS Jamie :-)

hahahaha!
hey jamie, there's nothing wrong with a little low brow humor from time to time. now that i've laughed, maybe i can go back to sleep...

[Kirsty Scott TG]

AGORAPHOBIC GIRL

Fearing criticism for the way that I feel,
I bottle everything inside.
Fearing the rejection, I'm withholding my confession,
Clinging on to foolish pride,
If I trust my deeper instincts it would be a mistake,
To explain what’s on my mind.
So I take comfort in the silence, my words form an alliance,
Remaining undefined.

This girl is Agoraphobic, She is afraid to come outside.
Locked away inside of me, it’s safer if she hides.
The damage is prevented, and no-one else gets hurt.
The secret's mine and it's mine alone - This Agoraphobic Girl.

In anticipation of the way you'll react,
I shore up my defence.
I can't offer any meaning, devoid of any reason,
Nothing seems to make any sense.
So fearing your omittance from my life,
I conspire to never let you know.
Thrown into confusion with no obvious conclusion,
I'll never let the truth be known.

I've tried to vanquish her existence, in spite of her persistence,
And I convince myself for a while,
That this is what I wanted, to hold on to your love,
But in truth it's just a state of denial.
She is always with me, wherever I go,
Waiting for the chance to slip through.
I wish I could define the reason and give a simple explanation,
For Me! as much as for you

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

.... Well done Kelly for posting this Topic .... I thought about it and chickened out ...... story of my life I suppose .... Lets say you inspired me hon ...

Kirsty
xxx xxx

[Kirsty Scott TG]

Signs and symbols don’t relate,
Communication dissipates,
Words come crashing to the ground,
My lexicon is broken down.
My feelings cannot be encoded,
Into a form for you to decode it,
Before transmission it died its death,
Futile to continue I hold my breath.

From the tip of my tongue my words digress,
I find myself adjective-less,
Genuine metaphors, I cannot impress,
They suffer holocaust before they are expressed.
No intellectual theory could ever be applied,
No scientific study ever could provide,
One precise equation formed of X and Y’s,
That could explain this compulsion that lingers inside.

No simple composition of language formulae,
Through quote examination and etymology,
Could ever be constructed to describe the way I feel,
No ultimate expression could help me to reveal.
The fears and the elation that I’m desperate to portray,
Nor the inner turmoil that I’m longing to convey,
To provide an understanding, of something yet unknown to me,
Where the future’s leading me and what I need to be.

If I could, I would, I’d let you in,
This mixed up crazy mind,
To ease all those concerns you have,
About what you might find,
Through all that is uncertain,
Please remember what is true,
In simple words of one syllable,
I – still – love – you.

[Ecstatic]

Some nice work there, Kirsty, with some standout lines:

"So I take comfort in the silence, my words form an alliance, / Remaining undefined"

"Words come crashing to the ground,
My lexicon is broken down."

Nice.

[solohansoso]

right on kristy! i think i'm going to have some haggis in your honor.

[solohansoso]

The trajectory of weeping willows
face the swollen flesh torn boy.
Have mercy upon my sorrow
as I beg my way.
I can't fathome the remorse
of a life which took off course.
Never meaning to be the burden.
I didn't mean you to leave your life.
Seeing you lying there,
stuck in exasperated torment.
The screaming flow of flooding tears.
Our lives a nightmare.
Your distractions were the culmination,
troubles of the pollination.
It's a funny thing to know,
never giving thought to how we go.
The love of truth inside,
clears the path to concede the conclusion.
A truth that is more illusion.

[chefmike]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Kelly loves Kelly,
And Kelly does too... :wink:

[SUPPLY42]

Kelly, here's one that I had written long ago. Hope you don't think it too sappy.

You walked lightly into my life
Captivating and lovely to my mind,
At first, I never cared who you were
Now I don’t know who I am without you,
You kissed me
I felt my world change,
You held me
I heard my heart awaken,
You loved me
And my soul was born anew
You walked lightly into my life
Now my heart knows who you are
And with every breath
And every step
I take down lonely roads,
Your hand is my staff
Your voice is my guide
Your strength my shelter
You’re passion my awakening.
You walked lightly into my life,
And all my pain
You took as your own,
And all my fears
You cast into the sea,
All my doubt
Lost in your eyes,
You walked lightly into my life
And no matter if you choose to stay or go,
My life is forever changed,
Just because you loved me
For a moment in time.
And because I choose
To love you
For the rest of mine

[Baron Of Hell]

I use to write the pretty words
I use to make my pen dance
My imspration?
The girls
oh so beatiful
breast became mountain peaks
lips became delicate roses
hips,thighs, my oh my
I wrote of that and more
I was such a whore
It made them laugh, my words
It made them cry, my words
I told them they were pretty
I dance with them
Words are such funny things
one minute they are sweet
one minute that are sour

I nolonger write of pretty things
I see nothing pretty in this world
instead I write of pain and rain
I write with slashes and broad strokes
I SCREAM AT THE PAGES
PAGES TEAR as the pen stabs down
PAGES RIP as the pen slashes across
ALL I WANT IS PAIN BITCH
I DANCE WITH CORPES NOW
I WIBBLE
I WOBBLE
I TOMBLE
i fall

every word is written in blood
before pen hits paper it stabs my heart
yet I keep going, writing, killing
filling page after page with my sweat
with my blood
and I can't stop now
I must keeping goi

[melissacarter]

Heres a poem I wrote earlier this year:

Dangerous and deviant

Dangerous and deviant
Totally harmless
If I tried to be charming
I’d be utterly charmless
Kind and considerate
I’ll snuff out your soul
If I looked like a girl
I'm just playing my role

Intelligent, witty
I come across dumb
If I said that I love you
I was just having fun
If I looked like a boy
Then turned to a girl
Would it make any sense
Might it rock your small world?

If I looked like a girl
Then showed up as an ape
Would the planets collide
Can I please find my shape?
I am criminally sane
I’ll make killers complain
I’m so dangerous and deviant
So simple and plain

If I looked like a whore
But showed up as a rat
Would you cuddle and pet me
Till I purred like a cat?
I’m dangerous and deviant
Simple but pure
I’m puking my sickness
When I look like a girl

I show up as an angel
Then flash! Turn to Satan
I’ll eat you for breakfast
With lunch still awaitin'
I was just having fun
Didn’t mean to break glass
You broke it you bought it
Its cash, grass or ass

I’m dangerous and deviant
Corrupt to the core
If I looked like a girl
Then moaned like a whore
If I looked like a cat
If I sweated and plucked
Till I purred like a rat
Till I felt soundly fucked
But showed up as a boy
And showed up as a brat
I’d be ugly and charmless
If I looked like a cat

[solohansoso]

Cool crisp water,
Splashes brown puckered eye.
It is done.
I wipe.

[solohansoso]

hickory dickory dock
the mouse was sucking my cock!


waite, one more!

little miss muffett sat on a touffet,
eating her curd and way.
along came a spider and sat down beside her
and said, "what's in the bowl bitch?"

thank you dice clay!!!

[dun kingggg]

when im in the mood

flood waters when i walk

when i feel your doom

streets shaking when i talk

jet black,
jetpack,
get my back,
figure out your cashflow when you not strapped,
stickup kids,
in the corner with the mac,
stickup kids,
sittin in the back of 'lac,
bust two tracks,
next day in the studio,
four full stacks,
tell the girls,
shake your booty yo,
sling thumbtacks,
braided hair like im coolio,
not that cracked,
white kid actin stupid yo...

[jmecross2]

Yes. I write poetry. Here's one of my poems.

Penetralia

The ceaseless cries of night birds
cannot be understood.
The blackness of the wood,
its mystery beyond words,
yields nothing to the eye.
Still my mind broods on obsessed
when these dark forms appear.
Are people base or blessed?
Is spirit but a lie?
Whether nothing be confessed
or something more, I fear
the ceaseless cries of night birds,
the blackness of the wood.