Post your poems

[Laudanum]

Does anyone of you ever write poems? Post some of them here.

Here are three of mine:

Sleeping, dreaming
Inhaling the poision
Seeing the stars
With eyes closed
The fading light of the moon
The fading sounds of the wind
Bathing in red leaves
I drift away
Into a soft, eternal sleep


Lost in a green haze
She returns to me
My beloved one
How sweet were the days
When we kissed
Summer nights
Without sleep


Haunted shores
Her voice echoes
Across the sea
Weeping for he who left
And became the anchor
Of his own ship

[Rosenrot]

I breathe ashes of something once I was
Now I know, i'm trapped to the dark side of the moon
being a every-night eclipse.

There was a time, I celebrated life
When I knew the most beautiful love history.
There was a passion I felt staring
the northern cross. But I no longer feel
the sadness we used to share.

I can't remember the dreams of the dreamer child,
who had a thousand names and faces. I'm blind
to wonders. If only I could hear my own cry.

I chose to be fearless, to be loveless and faithless.
To be dead inside. I feed the emptyness and now it's stays.
The tears for beauty gone forever, and everything turns to black.

There's no hope when you don't have beliefs.
And I fall on this trap of reality: A promise of lonelyness
to the moon of a world with no sea.

Be a slave of yourself.

Ps: everybody got an emo side !!

[Treffie]

Aces High, please behave.

[Han Cholo]

I have lots of shit written but I'm not sure if it qualifies as poetry and it's all in Spanish.

[Turkophagos]

A Nice Booty


A super nice booty,
might have to go on duty.
The owner could be in a rut,
maybe doing the chicken strut.
Listed in the most wanted,
sexually harrassed and taunted.

Run baby run,
it's that are you're done.
All eyes are watching,
a hand might be catching.
Watch where you sit,
a tack might hit.

Ouch might be your expression,
one best booty lesson.
It's your great seat,
the nice jiggly meat.
Sure people stare,
but it's up to you to share.

[Piparskeggr]

One I wrote some time ago after I cut my arm once again and was pensively looking at my scars and recalling the stories behind them...

Life's Mapmaking

Thinly puckered, white lines and pink
Road map of life, written in scars
Some faded pale, old, o'ergrown hurt
Some angry red, from recent harm

Memory pricked, by sight of them
Recalling Deeds, and Misdeeds, too
In shop or field, at school, in home
Signs of doing, telling their tale

On hand or arm, on face or leg
On chest or back, on head or toe
Inside our heart, within our mind
Hurt can occur, leaving its sign

Every cut, bump, burn, bruise or scrape
Leaves its mark on, our skin and soul
In Peace or War, at Work or Play
As we go forth, risk is involved

Stories we have, behind those lines
Of wayward blade, or glass we dropped
Of struggling pet, or clumsy fall
All hurts matter, in final count

Eventually, most scars fade out
From outer shell, and from within
Some scars run deep, never do go
Lying there like, footnote on page

Story of life, laid out to see
Strange alphabet, each to their own
Every man has his unique set
Ever growing, with every breath

Thinly puckered, white lines and pink
Road map of life, written in scars
Some faded pale, old, o'ergrown hurt
Some angry red, from recent harm

[Argyll]

My blood boils too much, my heart fire stings to the touch
I suffer in swealtering heat
I'm doomed to carry on this existence

I wish for the chill, for the frozen
ice
I miss the cool dust the falls to the ground
And when the daughter of the earth goes down
into her gloomy home

[_______]

wrong section, guys

[Laudanum]

wrong section, guys

I didn't know where to post it otherwise.

[_______]

I didn't know where to post it otherwise.

the skald.