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Comment by Samuel Chapman on April 8, 2013 at 4:18am

Do many of you write poetry? I'm writing quite regularly at the moment but looking for guidance on how to improve.

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on November 4, 2012 at 9:20am

Thanks. I'll check those poems out later. 

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on November 4, 2012 at 9:00am

Not familiar with Herrick or Dickenson's black cake. What is it?

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on September 15, 2011 at 1:09pm

Nice.

Comment by Liam S. on September 15, 2011 at 1:04pm

Yes, an oldie.

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on September 15, 2011 at 12:57pm

Your own, Liam?

Comment by Liam S. on September 15, 2011 at 12:52pm

The Fly

impossibly quick

agile steps

the fly jumps

onto my plate

hungry feet searching

my dinner

immense

cordially inviting

sweet peas

are devoured

delicately, tiny

bites tasting

without my notice

sated and stalwart

adjusting his stance

to a more defensive

pose, should I turn

unfriendly, somersaulting

into the air, the acrobat

departs.

Comment by Eric Jobes on February 5, 2011 at 9:20pm

i am an avid horror fan and as such i write horror poems. WARNING: i have been told that this is a very graphic poem.

 

Killer's Nocturne

With macabre scenes of grizzly deaths
You alone take away the last breaths

Burning,stabbing,cutting,biting
Your methods are quite harrowing

You hold the unholy power over life and over death

You can set them free and bestow the breath of life
Or you can rip out their souls and cause eternal strife

With deceiving eyes and saccharine grin
You wait for their backs turn so your sacred massacre can begin

Stores of hardware,sporting goods,and convenience are the best
For you to stock up your torture chest

Terror explodes and makes people conflicted
About who is next to have your torture upon them inflicted

For the horrors you've done
Bring memories of atrocities from the minds of Nazi scientists and the land of the rising sun

Bloody curdling screams and gritty evisceration
Acid eaten flesh and jagged decapitation

After all the inhuman,unholy things you've done
Your punishment is banishment to the realm of the black sun

Comment by Danny E. Mason on December 15, 2010 at 12:50pm

I had a Friend when I was younger, I carred a lot about her. She would get real depressed and cut her wrists...Ended up in a Psych ward for a while. She is doing good now....This was about 20 some years ago. I wrote this then.

 

YOU NEEDED ME

You needed me and I was there.

To help you was my only care.

To get you well was my request.

But my emotions would not rest.

I slipped and let my feelings show.

You're alright now and I must go.

But when you need my love again.

You just call out for I'M your friend.

 

Comment by Jeff Meehan on December 11, 2010 at 9:30pm

Drummer Hodge by Thomas Hardy.

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined – just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the Drummer never knew –
Fresh from his Wessex home –
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge forever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellation reign
His stars eternally.

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