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It seems that from time to time people will post a poem but it is awkward to find somewhere to post it. Life or General seem to be the two forums people favour so I think it would be a good idea to have a thread just for submitting poems to so that people who are interested in reading poetry or submitting there own have a thread in which to do so instead of trawling through the backlogs of posts.


Feel free to submit anything of a poetical nature to this thread as well as comments on people's writing.

let's bring structured emotion up to the top of the list, then shall we?

yet another poem;

title: Stride

The horizon looks further away than ever,
because im falling down a slope,
i'll break some bones,
and twist a few joints,
But at the end of the day,
The pain will fade away.
Look to the sky, and think about,
just how close it looks one day,
but far away the next.
It's The perception,
That makes each episode individual,
and each day spontaneous,
But remember, It includes the best.
A goal that you've walked towards,
you're now fighting for,
Because things got complicated, and you couldn't,
Bear the confusion, and stand up to it.
I look up, because i'm standing in front of a wall,
It looks easy from a distance, but soon,
reality looms over you.
It's twice as hard without a run-up,
But much easier with someone to give you a hand.



i can;t really put my finger on that, but i can tell it has something to do with life.

though a trend is growing in my poems. sad poems they are.

i'm growing quite confident in this sort of thing now. Ta, very much Black Glove.

Pretty good poems there UrkiE

heres another. damnit, i didn't know i could spew out so much stuff so rapidly - i must have had it stored up for a while...


You are,
The person from my nightmares, the tormenter,
The bad seed, the rotten one,
A monster of no fate, or meaning, or purpose,
you are, the unknown.
You're the many things i fear, rolled into one,
a pandora's box, that was left wide open,
a poison that leaked onto my page,
The canvas of lifetimes.
You might be saved, rescued from your tethers,
but they wrap too tightly for hands to grasp,
no-one has the will to save you, and they leave you,
Among a state of no description, or diagnosis.
You are the key to the door, but it has been boarded shut,
The Number for the account, that was closed long ago,
The Hammer for the nail that fell,
The Map to the road that was removed.
You are.

this poem's already in another topic of mine, but y'know...you'd all wanna hear it, seeing as this IS a poem thread...

title: I Will

It's proving me wrong, and crashing me down,
and making me sick, forcing me to fall.
It hits me hard, shatters my bones, makes me shiver,
The strong stench of suspicion, the eyesore.
Pushing my face in the ground, my feet in the air,
flipping me over like a corpse in the sun,
like a slice of life in the pan, and down.
Cutting the cord between logic and instinct, ripping me in two,
running, and retreating, towards, and away from, the danger.
Hope we live, or it end like this,
and because you made this decision, your shoulders buckle from the guilt.
There is a shimmer of escape, and i am pulled towards it, But i know,
It will burn out before i reach it - and i can continue denying it,
And i can't stand the odds, and even the chances, that i'll last,
But the lull inside me makes it certain,
i will.

There was a young man named Enis
Who had an enormous ... frog

What?

Bouncer wrote:
> Really written by a hermit?

From what I can gather, he's the kind of chap who walks all day along isolated coastlines and sleeps in woods. A wandering hermit.

Dirty, dirty man!!

Funny though.