Fake the funk contest, by Sluvious

Bottom Feeder
Written by Road And The Radio (Also known on P&Q as Kaylee and on New Horizons as Binksie)

Drown beneath an empty thought
Filling sharp the looking glass
Jotting notes on wrinkled sheets
While drinking old stale coffee
Smoke inhaled lungs scat jazz

Virgin flicks the flame pilot
With anguished stones of sight
Strips down to an innocent state
Where boiling blood on Algerian sands
Often ends in disappointment

Wolves slobber on tabletops
Whistling at ragged drinking straws
Dressed in loose ribbons of yesterday
Cashing dignity for silver coins
Scratching pain on wooden floors

With broken bottle childhoods
Where ripped shirts were blessings
Compared to having nothing more
Cheapened paper littered dirt
Sold for a bottom feeder dollar

Bits of poet's souls

Chaotic
by Natalie ღ

Hushed secrets cached beneath septic skin,
Anemic bones tormented from pain within,
Enhanced nerves tremble blood streams,
Tarnished tears gush upon open wounds,
Chaotic mindset awoke believable dreams.

Isolated visions engulfed muzzled thoughts,
Taped skeletal frames escaped triple knots,
Languished emotions controlled innocence,
Injected fears revealed unknown past scars,
Chaotic mindset hushed in complete silence.

Narcotic fumes consumed troubled airways,
Fainting portraits stood strong on displays,
Collapsed future stared fear into the eyes,
Regretful memories flashed beyond lights,
Chaotic mindset prayed for final goodbyes.

7th September 2006
Copyright (C) Natalie.

I Never Stopped Loving You

Why did you leave me after all we had...
Why did you push me away...
Did you want me with you at all...
Why did leave me for another woman after i gave you everything..
Why did you get married to her when i told you how i felt....
Why did you forget about me...
I turned a teacher....
And i saw your kids everyday...
I was their favorite teacher....
I wish they were ours....
our kids...
Do you really love her??
Did you feel anything for me??
In my soul i am dead hoping to come back to life to see you once more.....
But now you notice me..
at Back to school night...
You started to talk to me more..
I loved it...
But your wife made you move...
I can't see your beautiful kids anymore...
nor you..
But why do you say that you truly loved me when I lay dying in your arms..
I couldn't handle it anymore....
You just not With me in my soul...
Why are you holding me saying that you care with all your heart..
But all i can say to you is that....
before i am gone from this world..
*whispers* i never stopped loving you....

Its now been five long years
since this bloody war began
and everyone's reduced
to being less than man
the civvies just don't know
what a soldier must go through
that's why he must turn off
deny whatever's true
to kill a man is awful
but it must be done
to kill or just to be killed
until the battles won
to watch your best friends head blow up
right in front of you
to hear the screams of grown up men
whilst their guts do spew
to see a river red with blood
to feel your feet sink in the mud
to wish your mom could hold your hand
will they ever understand
what a soldier must go through #

Its not my best work but it has no I's or likes

John

Piano (Terza Rima)

Soft river flowing across plentiful keys
Each fresh note A beautiful melodic tone
All lashing words and thundering come to cease

Pearl white hearthstone with the blackest midnight tone
Swaying to the sound of enlightening joy
Seated upon thy heaven's bright golden throne

Passionate voices speak from these soft fingers
Pounding around like dancing, sunset fires
Affectionate taste of glory still lingers

A blessed talent for the love of lovely tunes
Songs from the great Ceres, goddess of the moon

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A Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme
of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.

Such Beauty.

So much beauty to admire,
when You look around.
An elegant weeping willow,
with leaf filled branches hanging down.

Flowers of many colours,
sizes, shapes and smells.
From a lonely little snowdrop,
to a field of bluebells.

A sky of pretty blue,
grass of all the shades of green.
Rivers and waterfalls flowing,
the most glorious sights, ever seen.

Birds singing in the tree tops,
a bunny hopping by.
Such wonderous things imaginable,
the sweetest known to I.

Each and every image.
Each and every sound.
The sweetest songs to hear,
the best art, ever to be found.

To enjoy the wonders of nature,
You must open Your eyes, Your ears, Your mind.
You might even just surprise Yourself,
at the peace and calm You find.

i'm sorry but my poem does have some I's in it.....but its my best nonetheless....so, if i'm breaking the rules just ignore it, thanx

The Cloud

There goes my breath.
He walks out the gates of chattering teeth
Perfumed with pride and bravery
But alas! Look, he retreats
The wind that blows against his little heart
Does not welcome salmon
Look, he retreats on scuttling feet.

Ere my little fellow may rest
The burdened cloud does groan and grin
Undressing its ignited teeth
And as an army may commence a raid
The rain-arrows descend
With every soldier taking aim
Grass once green flinches gray.

Eyes, is that the moon?
Is that the same moon I wrote of?
The quintessence of romance?
Was it his light that colored the snow-lilies
And blanketed the swaying weeds?
It cannot be! You are impish, my eyes
You dar`st not play such games with me.

But I don`t suppose there are two moons.
There exists just one- this one
That steals from behind the foe`s head
Slicing through cloud, attempting
To veil his guilty visage of treason
As his silver light lends eyes
To the raindrops that once plunged
With their fingers crossed,
Hoping to hit a little bone;
But now with vision- strike my chest,
Glaring down their pointed noses
With an air of confidence.

Defeat approaches on his steed.
Still I`ll stand my ground- only cowards flee;
And I shan`t crouch or hide or bend
Or expose that ever-deceived back
For this storm is not a false friend
That like an apple rotten,
Blushes all the blood it has
Till the pips lies on a platter
To reveal the night within;
But here is a true enemy
That aims at the eyes
And with a foe as fair as me
He shall have his chance.

Hence! Eyes, upward!
Gaze at this spectacle of fear
Into its eyes, even if you weep
Do not waver.
And now they weep, like spring onions
Red and sore, yet they don`t wink
These ribs conceal a knocking heart
Soaked to its chambers` skin
A heart now weary, that drops and sinks
The storm is strong
And I am dazed;
And I am dizzy;
And I am drenched;
But I am not done!

For look, those eyes which can perceive
The soul that lies in the chamber-skin
That holds the strength, not to just behold
But defeat with ease, such myriad storms
That fret upon its sublime surface
Like trivial little fireflies in space.

Hark! Can you now hear
The pleading of the sky?
Listen to its grieving tone
As it begs to the tired wind,
To inhale a final breath and blow;
Blow stronger than it ever did
So the cloud may run away...
Listen, Ears! The wind whistles
Sounding more like a little kid
Who so attempts, with pursed lips
And last night`s chicken stuck in his throat,
Than a gale`s commanding hoot.
The cloud runs
Rumbling, roaring, ranting,
To have lost to a mortal like me.

But alas! Cloud, you do not know
That you may move mountains
But never will you move a soul,
A soul that is the likes of me.

Dhaval

Ok here is my poem =)

~A queen~
Torn and tattered
She lays on the grown,
Her tears role down
She lost her crown.
By now she is alone,
Her kingdom destroyed
Not a living thing survived
In this blood shed war.

No laughter of children
No hounding of dogs,
No wives to come home too,
No husbands to love.

Cut so deep
She stares at the sky
She whispers to the heavens
"Just please let me die".
Her chest rises up
One last time
A queen who was
Meant to be,
Has just taken her leave.

By:CJ ;]

Weakened Butterfly
by ♥ .J.є.ѕ.ѕ.у. ♥

Slowly spreading embroidered wings
Gently fluttering from flower to flower
With each quiver, a slight breeze it brings
Sparkles fall from each wing creating a shower..

Delicately watching which way she goes
Carefully hiding the damage that was done
Wings still sparkle, but she no longer glows
Her beauty, confidence, and life he left undone..

A beautiful butterfly slowly floats to the ground
Wings lightly slowing down, taking a lengthy doze
The gentle wind and birds cries the only sound
A weakened butterfly slowly dies beneath a rose..

i cant decide which is my best...iv got it down to four! is there any theme or anything?

Ship of Fools
by Twisted Heart

Cast your eyes upon the horizon of untruth
Embrace the deprivation of you pirated soul
Let the embers of hopelessness forever burn
And leave your heart unquenched and cold.

See not the innocence of love long past
For the shores of dreams are distant
Take hold the wheel that guides the ship
And plunder waters without resistance.

Hold steady the mast of despaired fear
Unable to let go the anguished pain
Look not with eyes that has seen the light
But with bitter words of hate that still remain.

Let the winds of time possess the sails
And lead you precariously with stubborn rules
Walk lonely steps upon the deck
Of this crowded Ship of Fools.

~Flowers~
By Melissa

Love always ends too soon
corrupting lies with truth
and I'm trying to dress words
in floral print and lace,
but dainty thorned roses
bleed heartache's fate

Poetic verses
lay pathetically unrhymed,
reddened,
and saturated
with the stench of flowers
exuding idiotic pain

Blossoms smell sweet in unison,
but pale all alone

And when tears are refused
we kill innocent beauty
delicate petals shrivel
into a mess of forgotten hope,
root bounding our broken hearts
denying internal growth
and when we decide our soil
deserves proper nourishment,
I'm afraid
we've already concreted the pot

Road of Promise , Path of Darkness

by: Luanne

Road to the unknown
our lives full of misconception
many paths forking off
reeking of deception

with every journey is a choice
one that only we can make
the road true and hard
or the easy path to take

the road with twisting curves
stones of disaster will make us fall
our faith carrying us through
protected gates of heaven's wall

the path of imitation happiness
selling your soul to walk this line
simplified way out of adversity
a fake representation of divine

many will slip and fall from the road
taking the path, losing their direction
only to find the road again, repentant
forgiven, no one holds perfection

our death marks the end of our journey
a travel our ancestors made as well
to walk the road to the promised land
or walk the path to the darkness of hell

i'll take that as a no then, anyway i've decided on this one :

In the Darkness, Sparkles

Blow out thy candle, pray, sit by me,
lend me thine eyes to observe the night
by the light of the moon which shines upon thee.
Look! How the stars are twinkling bright
and the night, in the darkness, sparkles.

I beckon to thee, child, rest at my side,
hush now and taketh a moment to glance
at the dance of the shadows, so handsome with pride.
Hark! At the song of the raindrops trance
whose glance, in the darkness, sparkles.

Witness the beauty, and peace afore us;
a black silk blanket covers the sun in a sleep
so deep. The glittering clouds sprinkle their dust
on the crystalline curtain from whence we creep
To peep, as the darkness sparkles

Rustic Beauty

Forever
Cradled by the steady sea
Lost in waves tumbling free
Though life can unpredictable be

Beautiful
In autumn's resplendent glory
Flaming trees sing nature's story
Proudly claiming their territory

For
Harsh rugged cliffs may soar
Towering high over forest floor
Fighting gravity's private war

Its
Untamed, unchained and unploughed
With secrets behind every shroud
Unforgiving and undoubtedly proud

Fierce
Winds that buffet the unchanging coast
And thunder with its roaring boast
Can never take away what I love most

Undying
Loyalty from the mountains high
And swaying forest's lullaby
Freedom in this land won't die

Spirit
In every rock and stone
Through tree, field and plain shall roam
In this rustic beauty, my only home

Forever beautiful for its fierce undying spirit

Good night kiss
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

She looks at him
just lying there
slow, deep breaths
of his deep slumber
she remembers the day they met
he wore a bright blue shirt,
her favorite color,
her in a red satin gown
their eyes met
sparks flew,
he asked her to dance
she would never turn him down
gliding through the ballroom
looking into each other's eyes
everyone else vanished
it was just them two
the magic came to an end
with the coming of the night
off they went to be alone
they sat in the courtyard
and there was where they fell in love
now they must retire to their homes
but before they leave
one amazing good night kiss
stirring in his sleep
he looks at her with loving eyes
and whispers "i love you"
kissing his forehead
she whispers "i love you, too"

Two Hot Streams (Senryu)
by Ye Seul

Burning eyes drop tears
Quickly falling down my face
Until the heat fades

How many are we allowed to submit?

It's Murder...
by Lauren Crandall(Tiny Heart)

When you go to work each day
Do you listen for the cries?
Do you hear the silent screams they make,
Everytime they wither and die?

When you kill those innocent children,
Do you consider their holy souls?
Do you wonder what they could've done,
If given the chance to reach their goals?

You say they're only flesh,
Only muscle, skin and bone.
But the flesh could have been someone,
If they had the chance to grow.

The little boy you killed today,
Could have grown to be the pope.
He could've changed the way the world works.
But thats something we'll never know.

That little boy could have found the cure,
To cancer, AIDS or more.
He could have saved a million lives,
He could have ended all the wars.

When you stop their hearts from beating,
Do you think of what you've done?
Its just as though you've shot a child,
Pulled the trigger on a legal gun.

Before you kill those innocent kids.
Think of how you're such a fool
The government's tricked you into thinking
That this murder isn't cruel.

This poem means alot to me , it has no i's in it. and i'm pretty sure no like's.

x.x:Lauren

Does it matter what kind of poem it is...like with categories and stuff?

(submersed)

floating leaves--
a frog flickers
between the shadows

Okayyy it was hard for me to find a poem without the "I" or "like" soo yeah,...here's mine...

Lit Candles On A Cake
by Póετε§Š Call Me Glen-Duh!

Lit candles on a cake,
waiting for you to make a wish.
Little smoke trails in the air,
disappear in the abyss.

We all gather 'round the table,
to sing a saddened birthday hymn.
Tears falling down our faces
our broken hearts together sing.

Your untouched cake and lighted candles,
an empty chair, where you once sat.
Balloons deflating from the ceiling,
an unworn "Happy Birthday" hat.

Lit candles on a cake,
every hour melting away.
You should have been here celebrating,
this should have been your special day.

A special day of happiness
a day of laughters and cheers.
Still we light candles
even though you aren't here.

You're somewhere else; a better place,
you could no longer stay and wait.
To smile with us and wish upon
these lit candles on your cake.

© Glendaliz M.

bump...?

Ok question....what does Bump mean?

Bob, what's wrong with my poems? I don't know know why they would lock you out.

Hmmm...how did I do? just as a curiousity, I would have wanted to submit one of my newer poems that you've read.

Yeah I would like to know too please : )

hey mr bob, can you tell me how I fared? Was my poem any good? Thank you..

P.S.- I'd LOVE to see my poem brutally battered by critique, because i wish to improve.....thank you

I'm with dhaval, go ahead and shred any of my poems, the critism can only make me a better writer, thanks muchly ^_^

Thank you, Bob!

Thank You Sir.. You're comments are very much appreciated :] xx

Yay Thank you Bob =]

Thanks Bob,

I really appriciate the kind words on your comments.

And I don't know why I'm not more widely read, either. LOL.

Happiness
Jeannie