CC&P/National Poetry Month

Life Poetry Gerne
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The Way Of The Samurai

Sword held to the waist,
Cloth worn with pride,
Slashing through my enemies,
That is not my way of the samurai,

What is the purpose of this sword I carry?
Simple, to protect those who are in need,
Why do I wear this battered robe with pride?
For in it not the external that matters when you're a Samurai

Honor bestowed upon our name,
Those of us, who battle,
Names remembered forever,
That is truly the way of the Samurai.

You will die honorably by the blade of the sword,
Sworn for eternal life,
Upon the heaven above.
Going off to battle, with nothing but a smile.

A sincere smile,
Happy to serve and protect,
Families and people look up to you,
It is then you've truly become one.

So, take that sword of life,
And the battered robe of pride,
And live on your life,
A Samurai, the true leader.

Kenshin

dark fantasy

Dragon Slayer

If dragons are a myth, could I be the slayer?
With the magic of a mythical soothsayer
Could I rescue my beloved from a high balcony?
With a mystical potion derived from alchemy?

Never was I in paradise I have no lies to tell
Though I have tasted fire I have not been to hell
Eternity is infinite and far beyond my scope
Love has no boundary yet it is my only hope

The serpent lives in darkness I have seen the light
Darkness is the shadow cast by the earth at night
Darkness is the silence rarely seen in the day
Yet it is the home of a serpent never far away

The fire breathing dragon is as dead as the dinosaur
Burning like the fire that will forever exist in the core
Dragons that we can slay dwell within our thought
The only hell that can exist is a place where Love is not

Michael D Nalley
12/31/05

Dark poetry genre
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History's Forgotten Past
by HansRik

History's Forgotten Past

The fragile existence sounds in the wind,
As a shattered memory.

Decaying history,
Overridden by the crows' prelude to Death
In an empty realm of dark, intangible instruments.

The storms whisper of a pitiable past,
An artificial present withering away into a
Futile future.

The rainy rampage collapses into infinity-
A mystery dissolving like ice:

Life.

'Tis here, the old Story is told:
We are all made of stardust,

An accident in the history of the universe.
An explosion (a mistake) that formed the infinite possibilities of randomness.
But we are all One, we are Naught.

We are all made of stardust; we are all made of History.

These ethereal realities never cease to implode
Within the vastness of emptiness.

Eternity exists in one second's thought; the Totality, in my palm.

HansRik (nom de plume) (C) Copyright 2006

Saddness-Depresoin
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This Forgettable Poem

Forgettable and unfound
Existing like a fading sound
Shouting in a silent scream
A blade of grass in a sea of green
Unable to escape the tide
Yet to be individually defined
Sits and waits by himself
Looks like a figure on a shelf
Surrounded and alone
Just like this forgettable poem
He seems fine at first glance
But no one would think there was a chance

How could bad be done by his hands
No way that watch is another mans
Who could see the painful tear
Hidden before anyone can get near
He won’t look at his mirror
It'd be too much to confirm his fear
Could his eyes betray what he thinks
Do the things he does show he's weak
The scares on his wrist already complete
He's convinced he's the target they all seek

Pain will come
He knows this now
All that matters is when and how
Who and where have been ignored
He can no longer lower the sword
Too many battles have been lost
Life no longer seems worth the cost
He'll let them go then hide away
See if he can still survive another day
He won’t tell his living ex-friends
They need to remember before this
His dead end.

~Purple~

sadness, depression
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"my ecstasy is my misery,"

and she swallowed the pill,
counting the minutes that
separated their difference:

misery and ecstasy, walking
hand-in-hand through the rut
in the valley of denial, drowning
so deep in waves of blurred
stimulation; hopeless, her nerves
crack,
rushing past the speed of pain,
only to slide through her fingertips
back onto another pill that,
yet again,

she clutches like a sleepless lover
in the glow of capsules and a blacklit
agony; her heart beats erratically-
a prisoner waiting to break free
from its cage, and feel life, smoothly
coursing through her veins,
as she swallows-

her pulse spikes and eyes roll back
to a place of no thought; no judgment
to measure just what she's living for,
looking for, or why - a fairytale land
of neon greens and electric
emotion
a place where she's alone
just enough to be comfortable
in a room full of dead light and
decaying relationships;
she turns her back, knowing
she'll be stabbed, bound, tied and
gagged.

but this way,
no one will notice her eyes
rolling
back, moving
to the violent heartbeat-
stifling her mumbled pleas
of lonely syllables
not a soul will hear -

"please,
just bring me back"

“Inside a litter bin”
by Marjan

about "life, society"

Inside a cleft box in my head
Rests a book beneath layers of dust
My dreams & thoughts it keeps unfold
on it, is written "section of thoughts"
Open it quietly, turn to page 136894
It says of what a litter bin really is
Some box, people think doesn’t mean anything
Yet with so many meanings,
Thrown away memories,
Torn strong feelings,
Died away emotions.
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A simple bitten pencil
May have stories of a stressed child
That once poured his feelings out by chewing it.
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A soaked with tears tissue
Holds in itself the utter sadness of a human.
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An empty packet of cigarettes
Shouts at us “a smokier world”.
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A ripped apart photo
Tells us of an unwanted memory.
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The leftovers of a lunch
Reflects the richness of some people
While others starve to death.
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A half withered eaten apple
That has lost its sweetness
Reminds us of a once shiny red apple,
A temporary joy of a kid.

So, next time you pass a litter bin
Look more closely
To see the mixed emotions and feelings
All inside a box
In the cemetery of memories
Waiting to be recycled.

Sadness/Depression
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"Behind The Screen"

Weakly She Types
Staring At The Screen
Hiding The Tears
No one Can See Them Stream

Typing In Happiness
While Tears Cascade Her Eyes
As She Piles The Keyboard
With Pure Deceitful Lies

Her Cyber Friends Don't See
They Think Shes All Ok
But They Don't Know The Abuse
She Speaks To Everyday

No One In Cyber Land
Can See The Blackened Eyes
The Pale Saddened Face
With Mascara Tear Stained Cries

She Cant Type It Out
And Say She's Molested
She Can't Say She Was Raped
And Always Feels Neglected

She Types In Goodnight
And Shuts Down The Screen
Wipes Away The Tears
And Her Smile Lights Up The Scene

Her Father Comes Home
And Is Full Of Beer
And Starts To Beat Her
If Only They Could Hear

She Got On-line The Next Day
Faced The Screen Black And Blue
Typing In "I'm Great Today"
Her Friend Replies "Me Too"

(Dedicated To Everyone On The Computer Who's Ever Had To Hide Their Feelings)

-♥-Its One Of My Old Poems But Hey Its Poetry
xoxo-Nikki-xoxo

not a single love poem yet? C'mon, ye broken hearts!! lol..

This poem is regarding life and society.

The true meaning of stop signs

I stand
bare skinned and valiant
among the confusion of the motion
Monuments of greatness are shadowed
by the constant hustle of the city
and all around, time soars blindly
Toe to toe with the one way madness
I stand
Bare skinned and Valiant
Waiting for this ship to come into port
I need the serenity of the insanity
just to live
I watch the iron being welded
and told it has to be something else
to fit in
while colors flash around me
in a dizzying array of whirlwinds
Yet people come and go
and see nothing
From rooftops to street corners
noise echoes everywhere
screams, yells, taunts, love, oppression
hatred, fear, and above all silence
Click, Click, Boom.
it's the anthem of this new life
the war we made for ourselves
in which children doing their homework
are the greatest threats
To my left
a family of ten marches
no, trudges with all they've ever owned
into what they hope will be
their shelter
What they need is a home
But they were blinded to their struggle
by the whirling red and yellow clocks
And to my right
a barren man in a suit shows
kindness
to another man
and is promptly mugged
and left for dead
Unable to move from the shackles
that bind me
I stand
Bare skinned and valiant
With a simple message
For one moment
I wish that everyone could
Listen
I wish they hadn't been trained
to forget how to do that
Because I think
I understand
I may be standing
Bare skinned and valiant
But that's just it
I am standing
still
I am stopped
and NOW I understand
Time is the thing we
savor most, and the thing
we waste more of than anything
Maybe if we were to stop
and taste the confusion
it would cease to exist.

Sadness/Depression Category:

Nocturnal Intimacy (Acrostic Alphabet Poem)

Amazement echoes
beautifully with each
cascading tear
dreamily, haunting
each moment as
forever diminishes
grieving for the
hope that
I always see
just before dawn
knowing I'll
long for such
memories of
nocturnal intimacy
only you can
provide while
quietly watching
romance unfold as you
steal the kiss that
trembles gently
upon her lips
vanquishing desire
within your
xanthous mistress
yielding our vows in one
zealous act of infidelity

GateWay Tree (about life)
By: Poonam
CC&P

Silver blossoms on a tree,
a tree that leads to fairies,
elves, ogres, wizards and queens.
grass, made of unearthly green emeralds
an accidental ball rolled under takes you away
to a land unlike ours;
ours is full of ruined cities
and ruined people,
murders in the streets,
and corruption
in this far reaching world
leave here into a world of
magic, Good's triumph over the cold dark evil that is our home.
a single petal tastes of ambrosia, sweet nectar of the heavens
where mythic legends, gods and goddesses
lounge to watch the misery of reality.
they laugh in their world-changing quarrels
and easy living of love.
That perfect tree,
a gate into a whole unknown world
safer yet more dangerous than our own.
A world of hero's,
a world of heroic war,
a world of our dreams
a world unlike our own.
escape

Life, Society
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RISE ABOVE

Sometimes life is good
at times it may be bad
always live and learn
from every experience had.
Look for the good
in everything you see
once you master this
your heart will be free.
Never let life's worries
get the best of you
no matter what you face
you'll always make it through.
Don't look at where you are
but where you're going instead
put your toubles behind you
focus on what's ahead.
There's nothing in this life
you can not rise above
if your heart is pure
and overflowing with love.

Holly-
your poem, Nocturnal Intimacy, is absolutely breathtaking.

Nice work!

A Love Poem
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What beauty lies in Thy eyes
Swarming bees of honey cries
Awaiting my appeasing kiss
Ah, such lust in gleaming bliss
Blooming arousement in thy hands
Oceans of jewels without no end
Tis a sorrow to lose this game
But I shall win in valor grace
You aroint me in vile haste
But such beauty can't die in waste
Waiting and waiting upon thy thee
Let down your guard, let me breath
What is it that you ask of me?

In Response...

A beauty yes, but only a statue of gold
An idol of admiration of men till I'm old
Like a red rose in a field of death
Time lingers and withers my soul
True, you are a man of great wealth
Prowling the night with eager stealth
Tempting young maidens to broken hearts
Judge me nought, I differ from those
Love me like no other men dares
See inside my yearning face so fair
Gaze at me, not this Idol I've become to be
Then I shall join your intimate seas

Friendship
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~Take my hand~

Give me your hand
And I shall show you
The beauty of world.
I will open your eyes to show you
Life is not so bad.

Give me your hand and
You shall see that you
Can find happiness without
Even looking.

I will be your friend
If you take my hand
We will battle the shadows
That haunts us so.
If you choose to fight alone
You can take my heart along
To give you courage and
To make you strong.
I will try not to hurt you
For you feelings are to important
I will try not to make you cry
For your eyes are to precious
Be blinded by tears
My friend.

We will share each others
Secrets and comfort our feelings
Wait until the night is done
And watch the morning
Light burst all
Its glory on us.
Let no more tears
Or sorrows come upon you
My friend,
All I ask is for you to
Reach out and take my hand.