[MKZebra]

I was taking part in a Poetry for August group on Facebook, and I'd never wrote poetry before but I really enjoyed it, so I was thinking of making a thread here where people could have a go and post their poems. I think the best thing about it was that there were a lot of people like me who had never attempted to write poems before, so there wasn't a lot of pressure, and I didn't have to worry about my poetry being bad or good, I just had to try and write one everyday. Absolutely everyone is welcome to post.

I guess I'll start things off with this one:

Vomitilicious
Vodka spills and cheap thrills
are all around me
suffocating like a blanket
that hides me from view.
If you remember,
shame comes tomorrow
but tonight there's no pain,
only a beat we use
to grind against strangers
copying the stars and their
obscene videos that entrance us.
Pairings live for minutes only
in toilet cubicles
or hope they're ignored
because they're past caring
that tomorrow
the computer screen at home
feels more public than the
screaming club.
Shrieking girls and leering boys
advertise themselves
walk home with me or walk away.
Ain't it
vomitilicious.

[the bear]

Duchess Kate
It's now too late
The royal pair
Is en plein air
For men to leer
Like Boadicea

[MKZebra]

(Original post by the bear)
Duchess Kate
It's now too late
The royal pair
Is en plein air
For men to leer
Like Boadicea

Actually laughed out loud. XD

This was posted from The Student Room's Android App on my HTC Wildfire

[the bear]

(Original post by MKZebra)
Actually laughed out loud. XD

This was posted from The Student Room's Android App on my HTC Wildfire

i should make it clear that the bear has not set eyes on the photos in question...

he believes that the Royal Boobies should be kept private

[Tufto]

Hello. Here are some poems I wrote.

The Limpet Shells

We shall walk upon the beach today,
And look upon the fossils on the sand.
Or better still, the limpets of the rocks,
The creamy forms which toughen on the tide.

Let us look upon their size and on their nature,
Offer up a comment, maybe two-
And enjoy such simple, trivial pursuits,
Flitting about from pleasure to the pain.

Are we truly clinging, clinging all?
Grasping, limpet-like, to earthly shores,
So we do not have to see the roaring sea,
Until the day the waves shall break no more?

And shall these limpets fail on the beach,
Their vow of silence shattered by the storm?
Shall some break, and some survive,
Some tossed away to darker shores?

Walk home, my love; it’s not now time,
Let us talk of other subjects, other minds,
The weather, the opera and the play;
This beach does give me such a headache.


The Long Grass

Summer dies,
White clouds wash the sun away,
The frail light extinguished,
The dying dream of innocence.

Dreams of shining suns and faded moons,
Of hot and heavy days beneath a clear sky.
Not of baking riverbeds,
And snakes watching from ferns.

Autumn rises,
And model smiles turn to rustic frowns,
And the adders stalk the long grass,
Waiting for another year.


Bus No 25

And where should we go to see the lovers smiling now?
Not upon the sun-kissed steps of fountains,
Or romanced halls of careless carnal pleasures,
No; from the window of the bus to Oxford Circus,
With grime-coated sills and paint-flecked metal,
A single hand seen grasped upon another.

Some man with metal-watch and product-hair,
A woman with slowly slithering wrinkles,
Grasping; do they feel,
Some great profoundness cloying the filthy corners?
Some true and perfect being daring to live?

Or does the spiral lead to darker dances?
Does the flesh speak sweeter than the mind,
The temptation lessened by the sadness
The deadened sadness
That desperate longing for our baser instinct
To crush the reason from our deathless brow?

And we take this thought and call it love
Love, with all its meanings and its passions,
Inescapable passions,
Passion for one wall, passion for the other,
Passion for anything but care,
As the spiral leads to the overpowering conclusion:
Love and lust are one beneath the lamplight.


That's all.

[the bear]

(Original post by Tufto)
Hello. Here are some poems I wrote.

The Limpet Shells

We shall walk upon the beach today,
And look upon the fossils on the sand.
Or better still, the limpets of the rocks,
The creamy forms which toughen on the tide.

Let us look upon their size and on their nature,
Offer up a comment, maybe two-
And enjoy such simple, trivial pursuits,
Flitting about from pleasure to the pain.

Are we truly clinging, clinging all?
Grasping, limpet-like, to earthly shores,
So we do not have to see the roaring sea,
Until the day the waves shall break no more?

And shall these limpets fail on the beach,
Their vow of silence shattered by the storm?
Shall some break, and some survive,
Some tossed away to darker shores?
Walk home, my love; it’s not now time,
Let us talk of other subjects, other minds,
The weather, the opera and the play;
This beach does give me such a headache.


The Long Grass

Summer dies,
White clouds wash the sun away,
The frail light extinguished,
The dying dream of innocence.

Dreams of shining suns and faded moons,
Of hot and heavy days beneath a clear sky.
Not of baking riverbeds,
And snakes watching from ferns.

Autumn rises,
And model smiles turn to rustic frowns,
And the adders stalk the long grass,
Waiting for another year.


Bus No 25

And where should we go to see the lovers smiling now?
Not upon the sun-kissed steps of fountains,
Or romanced halls of careless carnal pleasures,
No; from the window of the bus to Oxford Circus,
With grime-coated sills and paint-flecked metal,
A single hand seen grasped upon another.

Some man with metal-watch and product-hair,
A woman with slowly slithering wrinkles,
Grasping; do they feel,
Some great profoundness cloying the filthy corners?
Some true and perfect being daring to live?

Or does the spiral lead to darker dances?
Does the flesh speak sweeter than the mind,
The temptation lessened by the sadness
The deadened sadness
That desperate longing for our baser instinct
To crush the reason from our deathless brow?

And we take this thought and call it love
Love, with all its meanings and its passions,
Inescapable passions,
Passion for one wall, passion for the other,
Passion for anything but care,
As the spiral leads to the overpowering conclusion:
Love and lust are one beneath the lamplight.


That's all.

Great work tufto

I especially liked the limpets poem

I used to travel on the number 25 bus ...

[fez_and_a_broom]

Hello. I'm very new to this, so I do apologize if it's just totally rubbish...



I have no patience
For these withered-out truths
I have no patience
For these stupidly smart youths

Doubt fills the air
Dust will settle in my hair
Will I be left behind?

[the bear]

(Original post by fez_and_a_broom)
Hello. I'm very new to this, so I do apologize if it's just totally rubbish...



I have no patience
For these withered-out truths
I have no patience
For these stupidly smart youths

Doubt fills the air
Dust will settle in my hair
Will I be left behind?

I enjoyed this... more please

[Dunc1]

Hello



How many roads must a man walk down
Before he knows he should change
To another way of getting around
Like a bus or a coach or a train

-

Our labour's lost
The callow wick
Is swallowed in
The candlestick.

-

Everything is different now
Nothing stays the same
Everybody wonders how
But no-one is to blame.

We crave for change, we look for it
We tire of repitition
Soon all the world will fall before
The flight of our ambition

[the bear]

(Original post by Dunc1)
Hello



How many roads must a man walk down
Before he knows he should change
To another way of getting around
Like a bus or a coach or a train **

-

Our labour's lost
The callow wick
Is swallowed in
The candlestick.

-

Everything is different now
Nothing stays the same
Everybody wonders how
But no-one is to blame.

We crave for change, we look for it
We tire of repitition
Soon all the world will fall before
The flight of our ambition

** or a moped ?

[Dunc1]

(Original post by the bear)
** or a moped ?

Good idea, trains don't go on roads.

[the bear]

(Original post by Dunc1)
Good idea, trains don't go on roads.

what about one of those electric bicycles... then he wouldn't need insurance ?

[MKZebra]

So happy people are posting! There's some great ones so far!

Stain.
You are a stain
on my memory
that when I try to wipe away
I only polish
to further clarity.
It shames me
that I can't be clean.
Meanwhile
the festering wound
in my heart
has cleansed and healed
reminding me that
if an arrow
should hit again
I'll survive
but I won't forget.

[DaveC7]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
my poems bad
giraffe

[NobodyKnowsWho]

(Original post by MKZebra)
So happy people are posting! There's some great ones so far!

Stain.
You are a stain
on my memory
that when I try to wipe away
I only polish
to further clarity.
It shames me
that I can't be clean.
Meanwhile
the festering wound
in my heart
has cleansed and healed
reminding me that
if an arrow
should hit again
I'll survive
but I won't forget.

I love it! Your first one on club life had something to it, but personally, I've begun to HATE club life, so I couldn't bring myself to like the images. Anyway, this one you've done here is pretty profound. Keep it up

[MKZebra]

(Original post by NobodyKnowsWho)
I love it! Your first one on club life had something to it, but personally, I've begun to HATE club life, so I couldn't bring myself to like the images. Anyway, this one you've done here is pretty profound. Keep it up

Thank you! I'm actually blushing, haha.

[Hal.E.Lujah]

I'm feeling dubious about posting to be honest... I don't want ones I haven't used before to be plag'd :P

[Hal.E.Lujah]

Oh sod it. Here's one I wrote the other day, I personally love dialogue poetry at the moment and think certain conversations are worth immortalising. This is meant to link modern facebook triviality with bronte-esque trivial women, and was pretty much a conversation I overheard of a girl deleting a friend for what she wore.

Let me know what you think because I'm using it in a competition soon


The Liked

“Why Elizabeth, Look!
That delightful photograph
I placed upon the facebook
Has received ten likes! With one laugh.”

“Out loud?”
“Of course.”
“Of course.”

“Oh! My god, another two!
And Katherine Hesketh
has commented too.”

“Not her!”
“Why not?”
“Look here…”
“Why she looks frightful there!”
“But my dear, look here, her dress…”
“The same dress twice! A true nightmare.”
“Truly some people have no finesse-

-Deleted?”
“Naturally.”
“Naturally.”

“Truly, it brings me utmost distress,
Often preying on my mind.
In my thousands of friends I confess
The good ones are so hard to find.”

[the bear]

(Original post by Hal.E.Lujah)
Oh sod it. Here's one I wrote the other day, I personally love dialogue poetry at the moment and think certain conversations are worth immortalising. This is meant to link modern facebook triviality with bronte-esque trivial women, and was pretty much a conversation I overheard of a girl deleting a friend for what she wore.

Let me know what you think because I'm using it in a competition soon


The Liked

“Why Elizabeth, Look!
That delightful photograph
I placed upon the facebook
Has received ten likes! With one laugh.”

“Out loud?”
“Of course.”
“Of course.”

“Oh! My god, another two!
And Katherine Hesketh
has commented too.”

“Not her!”
“Why not?”
“Look here…”
“Why she looks frightful there!”
“But my dear, look here, her dress…”
“The same dress twice! A true nightmare.”
“Truly some people have no finesse-

-Deleted?”
“Naturally.”
“Naturally.”

“Truly, it brings me utmost distress,
Often preying on my mind.
In my thousands of friends I confess
The good ones are so hard to find.”

it would look so much better without all those quotation marks

[Lovefoxxx_93]

(Original post by Hal.E.Lujah)
The Liked

Very good! Good luck with the competition!