Poetry

[AFatChance]

I write poetry. Just thought I'd post a couple. You can discuss it or whatever or post your own.


"Glances & Glares"

This umbrella blocks fleeting glances like rain
One, Two, Three...BLAST OFF!
Taking aim at those beautiful
And piteous. Like flying aces catapulting
Arrows in my heart. My umbrella:
my eyelids; little pieces of flesh
to shield your uluations and broken sighs.
...but as the sound of footsteps walking away
On the linoleum floors of my heart echoes the
bombardment of glances; glares withers; peels
Falls off of me like satisfied leechs on their way
to find some new unsure souls to feed upon. And
as they do - as any natural instinct - writhe to that
Next victim; prey, I too am a leech
Sucking; Feeding; and alas, You Are Bleeding.

"The Anatomy and Scientific Exposition of My Actions"

Like an acid
Neutralizing with a base
A steady cloud of fumes
Burning my esophagus
And at once
The catalysts; the driving forces; the science
Is nothing but literary devices
Torn from data and transformed into jokes
So, everything evens out in the end
From this view; between acid, between bases
I am able to just be
And now, I want something to neutralize my frustrations
Like a blanket of smoke
To slowly cradle me to a better place

Then and only then
Am I able to just be

"You've Already Lost"

Waving goodbye to the soldiers of tomorrow
And never giving a thought to "What ifs"
Even though the worries hang on the edge of your lips
Burn 'em out with tar flavored coffee
Sidewalks wind into demise as the sun rises
Illuminating our assumptions and vulnerabilities
And that asphalt is no sanctuary

Silence and then
h u m m i n g

Clashing colors splattering onomatopoeias
Onto the morning sky we thought was so safe
Flesh and bone is so easily torn into oblivion
And thoughts are the only things that aren't fake
As the dust settles and the aftermath is visible
A new sense of helplessness falls over those unprepared
You realize the "what ifs" weren't "what ifs" at all
They were hanging over us the whole time in foreshadowing shades
Waiting for our naievity to take over to let them seize the day

Shouts and goodbyes
" i t w a s s o s u d d e n "


I hope I can trust you all to not steal any of my work. For it is solely mine and not anyone who visits this page. Thank you.

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What poets do you read? I'm having no luck determining your influences.

[lookinforfat]

Excellent poems, all of them. If I may, here are some of my own.

"A Cold Night"
A cold night, to be sure.
The lights on the windows shine like silver ghosts against the abysmal dark of the night.
The Moon hangs above like a pearl broach among the diamonds of a black velvet dress.
And I, a lonely traveler through this dark and alien world, shiver, for the silver night brings with it its burning cold, and I am a long way from home.

"Who"
Who are they that are self-righteous?
Who are they that speak but never listen?
Who are they that love to teach others, but never themselves?
Exactly who they seem to be.