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Re: Poetry Garden

Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 12:37 am
by NyxStina
kimizcute wrote:Stand Alone

I stand alone, no one sees me, truly sees me.
Only Fake smiles; shadows colors of gray and Sky's of black.

Please dry my tears away.

You say you care, when I know you don't.
You say you'll be there, but when I need you, you won't.

Flames consume my soul, with sadness and pain.
Let my tears roll away with the flood of rain.

Friends are far and few, never around.

Parents say they love you, but compassion is no where to be found.

Don't tell me you like or hate my poem, I really don't care.
I'm only here because my heart calls out in despair.

Just see that I'm here, know I'm not a burden or a curse or worthless, just see that i'm more, more than nothing.

You're not worthless. Good poem, it's very deep.

Re: Poetry Garden

Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:31 am
by Chandler
(DISCLAIMER - I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, a poet.) :D

Ode to the Inexplicably Creepy Guy in the Park on a Summer Morning

Oh Inexplicably Creepy Guy,
Why are you here in the park so early on this Summer Morning?

I see you munching your donut under the Big Maple Tree,
Rainbow Sprinkles falling on your tasseled loafers.
But, Inexplicably Creepy Guy,

Why are you here?

Your shoes say you’re not jogging.
You’ve no dog to walk.
You’ve no book to sit and read.
You’re just munching your donut, and starring off into space as rainbow sprinkles cascade to the ground.

I put in my earphones.
And ponder the mystery of your presence.
as Bono blasts through my head.

‘And I STILLLLLL haven’t found,
What I’m Looking FOOOOOR….’

How ironic.

My music blaring,
I start to run.

As I start to near you,
Our eyes meet.

Yours start to travel down my body.

Mine shoot you a Look of Death.

As I pass you,
Your vanilla icing covered hand reaches out to brush me.


On purpose.

I stop.
And stare you down.....

You wisely turn your tasseled loafers around,
Going back to the Big Maple Tree.
Content to finish your donut,

While the rainbow sprinkles augment the colour of the fallen leaves at your feet.

As I finish my run,
I think of you with regret, More Explicably Creepy Guy.

Regret I didn’t crush you with a cutting remark.

Regret I didn’t jam your donut up one of your primary nasal passages.

As I reach my car,
I see you try your Accidentally on Purpose maneuver again.
But alas, you’ve chosen your target poorly.
For this jogger runs with her very protective German Shepard.

Silly Dim-Witted Creepy Guy.

And, as I watch the German Shepard gaily run away,
At top speed with one of your tasseled loafers,
While the jogger beats you with what’s left of your donut,

I think about how truly hilarious karma can be.

Re: Poetry Garden

Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 3:56 pm
by NyxStina
I love that!!! It's too funny lol. Good job chandler :-) :clap:

Re: Poetry Garden

Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:20 am
by Chandler
*hehehehe* Thanks... Thought I'd give it a whirl, as my only experience with poetry tends towards limericks, and zombie haikus....

You're quite the poet yourself!!

Re: Poetry Garden

Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:31 am
by NyxStina
Thanks, I'm kind of new to the rhyming though... I'm usually doing free flow lol.


Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:35 am
by freedom
Be aware this is very special to me, I don't mind if you don't care for it, I never have a theme and when I do you will know.

Nights are getting longer
leaves are changing colour
as if like magic.

There's a nip in the air
last minutre searches of food
already some trees look like skeltons.

Bare to the world
not ashed of the fallen leaves
that children and adults kick alike.

Mist in the air that spreads
far and few between,
flower buds start to close
ready for the freeze.

Re: Autumn

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 7:38 am
by Els
Freedom, thanks for sharing your poetry here, I absolutely love this poem, really beautiful! :romance-smileyheart: