GiantBeardedFace's Poetry Thread

Gallowloch · 2013-01-31T06:06:54-01:00

I've been writing some poetry while waiting for the public bus after my poetry and fiction classes to go home, so I thought maybe I would post them on FAKKU! for you people browsing this section to read. Some will be silly and offbeat. Some will not. In addition, this is open for anyone to post their poetry in as well. This is the writing section, so please be respectful when posting in this thread. If you have many poems and want to put them in a single post, use spoilers so people can scroll through the posts quicker. Make sure to use line breaks to separate poems, so others won't be confused as to what you're writing. Without further ado, I present to you my poetry. Spoiler:Pee! Pee! My bladder told me. Hurry! Hurry! Hell hath no mercy. Gold streamed into a bowl made of porcelain. My bladder relieved it had no more. Later on that day, everyday, my bladder screams, Pee! Pee! Hurry! Hurry! My treasure, Annie, knows how to work me. She strokes and palms what I hold dear. A thumb and index and middle and ring and a pinky too. At long last, I know my girl can work me so well. What's black and white? Oreos! What's blue and red? Police lights! What's black and blue? A bruise! What's white and red? A flag! You know what's all those colors? Brown - shit! Oh fuck using iambic pentameter. A kingdom has its bore. A boredom of being free. A freedom with its king. Silently I bait. Silently I wait. Silently I lay. Silently I stay. Silently... Being free, I wander o'er hills far yonder. Trail-blazing my way first, after miles, I thirst. Making camp in meadows that I felt would bellow at this scoff intrusion, I then drew conclusion that I was safe and sound. Now looking I had found cedars and pines along the meadow's blue and strong creek. I stumbled over, like a drunken rover, to the bank of this creek, drinking unlike last week. Water was elixir, though I had no mixer to brew me a nice drink to pass the time and think. Though what I heard next gave me thrills like the cold wave washing up on the shore. What I saw was eyesore. Swoobing owls! in the midst of dusk, hifting me from the ground like husk. Hupuffing as they flew through cold air, I saw a sudden yellow glare. The sun! I had my fun! Let me down, you owls! I won't shoot you like fowl. They didn't thinten, not scared nor threatened, these avian kept flight, giving me such a fright. Swoobing owls! in the midst of dusk, hifting me from the ground like husk. BEATS! Disgusting repulsive, obnoxious! I HATE them! HATE! A word I... HATE! Throw them out of existence! NOW! Another word I... HATE! Writing, at times, can be fun like pulling the trigger on a gun. Bored — sitting here alone writing random poems. Why? I don't know. Do you? No. Why ask if you know? No one knows. It just happens. Spoiler:Whisper my name in the wind. Shower my body with the rain. Brighten my day using flames. Bury my soul in a grave. Life branches out like a big tree. You have a trunk, you, and branches, your decisions, and endless leaves, consequences and benefits. The green moss growing on the side are your own personal battles. The wind blowing through its branches is the very people you meet. The tree's tall growth also shows Time, the great length of your life. Fog settles down around the foothills. Snow, packed and frozen on the ground, made traveling difficult. Above the fog and clouds, we were kings in our own little world. No one else mattered then or there. Lheming thieves! That's exactly what they are, those canines! Begawing at the the glass door! "Leave me alone!" They just won't. Sligerous hounds they are! Drown in that rain! Spoiler:Light clouds and sunshine; Naked oaks line empty streets; The cool wind blows soft. Moss grows on tree bark; Small, greenish and yellow specks All over the trunk. The little dark puffs, Against the lightly grey sky, Shrouded the bright Sun. Over foothills and through valleys, I will tread. Across oceans and around islands, I will sail. Over mountains and through clouds, I will glide. Across the universe and around suns, I will journey. THIS CAKE IS THE BOMB! Having twenty wax fuses on top. Spoiler:I am the wind Whispering in your ear My lifelong road That never ends as it takes Me all around The planet Earth; to both Poles, Across all ocean and sea, The Himalayas, The Sahara desert, and In the forests And plains of America, North and South, all In endless loops through Time. I am the wind. A brown and green field, Flat and plain, Passes by under The grey sky As I ride the bus. An ancient junk yard, Still rusting, Passes by under The grey sky As I ride the bus. A cluttering city, Colored grey, Passes by under The grey sky As I ride the bus. And my simple life, A routine, Passes by under The grey sky As I ride the bus. I am soft and hard, yet nice and mean. I am bright and dark, yet cold and hot. I am fierce and calm, yet sharp and dull. I am close and far, yet fat and lean. I am antonyms, yet synonyms. Spoiler:The Empty Bottle Lying against the curb; Passed by, rained on, Looked at, ignored, dirtied, But never gone. It stays there in that spot, For days and days, Until someone comes to Take it away. It finally breaks free From that street curb, Only to be tossed in A compactor.

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Dawn_of_Dark

11 years ago

It seems to me that those second poems make much more sense than the first ones.

I especially like the tree poem. It sounds so deep and academic?

Gallowloch

11 years ago

I've added a few more. I'm trying to work with imagery, so three of them are haiku.

Dawn_of_Dark wrote...

It seems to me that those second poems make much more sense than the first ones.

I especially like the tree poem. It sounds so deep and academic?

I honestly didn't like my second batch. It sounds like it's trying to hard to sound intellectual and thoughtful, which is something I would rather avoid but will inevitably write.

Dawn_of_Dark

11 years ago

Still, errr, "better" is not the word I'm looking for, I would say it's easier to read and understand than the first batch, haha.

I don't know why you sound like it's a bad thing? Poems were created to be intellectual... Maybe you tried not to write it like that, but if you did, it's not a bad thing?

Gallowloch

11 years ago

Dawn_of_Dark wrote...

I don't know why you sound like it's a bad thing? Poems were created to be intellectual... Maybe you tried not to write it like that, but if you did, it's not a bad thing?

I guess my tone came off as implying it's bad; it isn't. I still don't prefer it, however.

OT: Added more poems on opening post.

Dawn_of_Dark

11 years ago

Wait, you ride buses everyday pass a field, a junk yard AND a city? Your university must be really far from where you live, haha.

And who are you exactly in the last poem? Or do you have a doppelganger? Haha.

Gallowloch

11 years ago

Dawn_of_Dark wrote...

Wait, you ride buses everyday pass a field, a junk yard AND a city? Your university must be really far from where you live, haha.

Community college, half hour drive to main campus.

Dawn_of_Dark wrote...

And who are you exactly in the last poem? Or do you have a doppelganger? Haha.

That's for you to decide.

Gallowloch

11 years ago

I have written my first titled poem; it is called "The Empty Bottle" and in the last spoiler.

menolly-hime

11 years ago

[size=12]whoa, these are quite nice. they flow really well, and some of them made me giggle. u v u ehehe. from what you've posted here, even when switching styles, the way you write still shines through and i find that really interesting.

will be watching for more!

Gallowloch

11 years ago

menolly-hime wrote...

Thanks for the nice compliment. I'll try not to disappoint you.

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