Poetry anyone?

[balut_man]

islands, we are

we are alone in this together
patched moments cast to forever.

as we carved our moments into
stones, we chopped down a forest
exposing ourselves for the quarry.

when finally a storm came we
climbed into the pinnacle while
watching the world
in muted horror,
as the squalor below us clench
their teeth on weak branches

Fate was cruel and yet
on their demise only
carved stones stood
to the end as we see
tulips glow in bloom
(floods captured our eternity;
our two lips lay entwined).

this is how
our town drowned.

and stood three lost continents
we are one: as lovers.

[absinthe]

Latest Injury, Minor Burns

Cigarette embers trickle
between fingers
that hold it up.
A blister prevailing,
turning into a nasty
red blotch.

I did this
without meaning
to burn myself.

And it has kept me
sleepless
even more.

[Hellblazer 2.1]

are there any members of poetry.com here? pls pm me. thanks.

[absinthe]

sachant


en arrivant,
tu es en train de partir
et demain sera hier rapidement comme
ces lettres sera seulement des mots
et tout sera avant

à saisons sans jours
à heures sans le temps--

sachant que je ne sais pas
entre le pris et d'inviter;
il n'y a pas en restant,
il est tout une visite;

et vous me partirez

avec les étoiles,
le café
et le vin.

[mangtas]

are there any members of poetry.com here? pls pm me. thanks.

miyembro ko sa poetry.com sa una, even tried their monthly poetry contest..hehehe... karun kay nghimo nalang ko ug site para i-house ako mga poetry sa wordpress.com though i have been inactive for quite some time now in doing poetry, im planning on doing some again, mas maayo jud unta ug balak binisaya pero galisud pa ko....payter mga poetic istoryans...hheheh

[balut_man]

dialogues: a prelude to ennui

as our tongue lash out bitter ironies, we fail to grasp the gravity of its subtleness. like a context fraught with metaphors, we are eaten by its urgent claim of symbolism. oh, we have had so much to hope for... yet we have learned that inasmuch as we want to burn down bridges our chance of survival approaches to naught. yet this claim to apathy doesn't measure up, like a glass frothing at its brim.

but its easier to find comfort at the thought, that in the end, everyone dies alone.

"we are marooned in this lifeless blue," you said.

"i never gave so much thought about it but i am jaded as gray..."

"well well, i can't be surprised. for someone who draw colors from shattered monotones, you're as sensitive as a urinal."

"i feel weary as old..."

..and it comes as a fact that the sooner you are born you start dying.
this is an ode to the now, and the living. 'cause we believe in the NOW.

[rex013090]

^^ nice poems aphrodite..I'll post some here maybe next week...^^ hehe again nice poems..^^

[jaide]

” NEVER ENDING GLEE “

patiently i waited…
yearning a love so blessed…
a gallant fearlessly came…
hooked a heart with tame…

gone were the bad days…
done all the crying phase…
bigotries kicked…
and buttheads got killed…

…gaiety amuses me
…heart echoes so loudly
…love fills the surface
…eternal ardor ablaze

…heavenly feelings at it’s crest
…for sure i have the best
…fate brought him to me
…a never ending glee —<@

04/26/08
10:34 PM
DING

[ditch_azeroth]

sige, apil ko ani.

I am dying with each happenstance of uncertainty
Every moment apart, my soul pecked
Every inch distanced, my soul shred'd
Every trace of warmth angst replaced
Ice as the intoxicating bliss
I swallow along with pride

But yearning burns the eternal fire
This vigil I keep a wake
The hours and miles are but stones
But your words are daggers I grasp unsheathed to keep afloat

Come back to me
Torment this imagination I dream wide-eyed
Breathe words, substantiate my bearing
Though it be the death of me
Though it be the end of me
I can only wish as a fool

[dwardwarbinx]

Hala, I know you. This is Emily Dickinson girl from the UP workshop (har) Do you have new poems?

hala. ka-late na ani karon pako kita. lol.

Hi Emily Dickinson girl! I don't have new stuff right now. Busy writing commercially, which sucks kay after a day of working, i end up braindead. bah.

There's a 2nd workshop next week (feb5-6). I didn't know about it nya taga-UP rako. how luls is that?