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30 July, 2008 at 7:57 pm #306634
softly falls the snow
blanketing all within white
winter’s gentle grace30 July, 2008 at 10:44 pm #306635Extrospection One
Bumble and tumble and
Well, I’ll go to the foot of our stairs
Oh, that hurt
That’s brokenBumble and tumble and
Fancy trying to hold on to the stick
Old stiff fool
That is brokenBumble and tumble and
And I’m on my back, too hurt to move
It is late
Certainly brokenBumble and tumble and
Maybe knock the ‘phone off its perch
All the nines
Ambulance, please31 July, 2008 at 7:14 am #306636my hands are shaking
and my heart begins to ache
the room is now spinning
as I start to suffocateit’s just the sign
of a modern age
fates entwine
it’s the disease which we cravesing me a love song
and I’ll scream you a dirge
that’s what wrong
following mortal urge31 July, 2008 at 8:55 am #306637all dressed to the nines
and nowhere to go
I’m an accident waiting to happen
and you love it soplay it again
once more with some feeling
dance the macabre
and scratch your skin peeling
back to reveal your craven heartI’m a walking disaster
and you can’t get enough
ready for the final gig
too bad, so sad, tough
luck kid31 July, 2008 at 9:11 am #306638Come on down to the underground
where you have to give up to come around.
Now this doesn’t make sense but promise me true
that if it ends here then just follow through.
Still you don’t get it, and so I despair,
as you still believe that I only put on this air.
But I don’t…
I won’t
and I shouldn’t but I do
concede that I feel blue
nothing else left to say
except that it is the price I must pay31 July, 2008 at 9:35 am #306639Twelve Songs by W.H. Auden. .
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, and let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.31 July, 2008 at 12:50 pm #306640There must be more
to life than this,
isn’t there a place
where we can find sweet bliss?There must be more
than just crawling on the ground
ignorant of the sky above
inner peace just waiting to be found
around the cornerThere must be more
to this hectic do.
Are you as real as I?
Am I as real as you?
Sometimes I wonder…31 July, 2008 at 10:37 pm #306641O.D.R
Oh dear I am in quite a mood
which has put me in a
melancholy brood.
the source of the condition
stems from my cyber diction
and has left me in a really sorry stateyou see due to practices on the web
it is quite common to
abbreviate what is said.
Now I don’t mean to trouble you
but I must add btw
that this is not a pretty siteTo wit it seems my fate
to forever abbreviate
every sentence of which I speak.
you see this all started one morning
when without any warning
I tried to laugh and
instead said lol.fyi imao
I tried it once more nxt day-o
and to my horror I found
that my syntax had gone to ground.
So I are having to talked like this.U c nxt day i tri-d 2 go 2 sleep
n wen i wok up i spok n 1337.
wtf +h15 I)035 ||0+ h4pp3||
IRL
… 0 $|¬!+31 July, 2008 at 10:41 pm #306642lol FMN… I have dreams like that :lol:
31 July, 2008 at 10:48 pm #306643the random thing about that last one was that I was putting it to music in my head… wtf
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