fukdapolice
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damn, i might have to dig up my old rhyme books...
probly post sum shit later
probly post sum shit later
Post Your Poetry
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NewGrowth
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regrets
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My girlfriend is out of the country for 5 months and we only get to communicate for a short period of time on skype otherwise it is all IM type chatting. We deeply love eachother and try to communicate this as much as possible in our chats. Yesterday She noticed that our communication had turned into a poem, so I thought I would post it here for yas.
it's true...i've longed to long for a very long time.
i shouldn't complain
i've longed to long for a very long time.
is this the beginning of a riddle
I miss you very much as well
it wasn't meant to be
but i guess it could be
I'ld like to hear the rest
I love you
I love you
I hope someone enjoys it almost as much as I do.
it's true...i've longed to long for a very long time.
i shouldn't complain
i've longed to long for a very long time.
is this the beginning of a riddle
I miss you very much as well
it wasn't meant to be
but i guess it could be
I'ld like to hear the rest
I love you
I love you
I hope someone enjoys it almost as much as I do.
liteblaze8
Active Member
I wrote this a while back when I was in a really down point in my life.. Enjoy..
Never again will I feel the pain,
Never again will I let go,
Never again will this happen to me,
Never again will I let someone that far in,
What happened hurt inside and out,
But never again will I show any doubt,
I will get what I want,
And I won't show any shame,
Even if I get turned down,
I will always remember life is just a game,
Don't let anyone put you down,
Don't let them turn you away,
No matter what they do,
No matter what they say,
You should get what you deserve,
It's your life,
They're your mistakes,
No matter what you have to do,
No matter what it takes,
If you believe,
You can acheive,
No matter the cost,
Fight through the pain,
You have nothing to lose,
But all to gain..
Never again will I feel the pain,
Never again will I let go,
Never again will this happen to me,
Never again will I let someone that far in,
What happened hurt inside and out,
But never again will I show any doubt,
I will get what I want,
And I won't show any shame,
Even if I get turned down,
I will always remember life is just a game,
Don't let anyone put you down,
Don't let them turn you away,
No matter what they do,
No matter what they say,
You should get what you deserve,
It's your life,
They're your mistakes,
No matter what you have to do,
No matter what it takes,
If you believe,
You can acheive,
No matter the cost,
Fight through the pain,
You have nothing to lose,
But all to gain..
NewGrowth
Well-Known Member
Awesome man thank you!
liteblaze8
Active Member
So here I am, sitting
Alone in the dark again
What a perfect fucking metaphor
I'm so tired of this
I know I have no reason to feel this pain but
Of course I can't stop it now
It's nights like this when
I don't want to hear solutions
And my dreams just tease me
With promises of a better tomorrow
That isn't today yet
And patience isn't one of my virtues
What, you mean this isn't normal for me?
Either I'm damn good at hiding this or
I spend a lot more time than I like to think
Lost in my head
Angst may be fashionable these days, but
I'd much rather be a happy geek
Alone in the dark again
What a perfect fucking metaphor
I'm so tired of this
I know I have no reason to feel this pain but
Of course I can't stop it now
It's nights like this when
I don't want to hear solutions
And my dreams just tease me
With promises of a better tomorrow
That isn't today yet
And patience isn't one of my virtues
What, you mean this isn't normal for me?
Either I'm damn good at hiding this or
I spend a lot more time than I like to think
Lost in my head
Angst may be fashionable these days, but
I'd much rather be a happy geek
"SICC"
Well-Known Member
heres one off the top of my head 
to all my fellow smokers, and those who grow weed
rollitup is my home, yall is my family
a great place for information, for anyone can see
all you need is the proper tools and maybe some bag seed
i love this place to def, and thats a known fact
so take a hit of this, puff puff, and now relax
to all my fellow smokers, and those who grow weed
rollitup is my home, yall is my family
a great place for information, for anyone can see
all you need is the proper tools and maybe some bag seed
i love this place to def, and thats a known fact
so take a hit of this, puff puff, and now relax
Deviant Motion
Active Member
It was on a rainy day I saw her. She ran through the forest like a nymph unseen - to catch a glimpse of her beauty would be to catch her soul. And, so, it was with only the corner of my eye I caught the smallest part of her soul and held it near.
When I followed her, I never dreamed I would catch up with her. I thought she had gone like the illusion she was. But, no, as I approached her, she welcomed me to her kingdom.
We sat and talked, and played games with each other's minds, until we grew weary, and the day began to form into night. Under the canopy of the great trees we slept, not feeling a bit of the evening rain. It was, perhaps, what could be called magical.
Later, when I awoke, she was gone. I was left with the stark reality of being alone in a dark forest. It was cold, I was sweating all over. My clothes were covered in lichin and grime.
Had she been here at all?
It was with great regret, I left that hallowed place, and went once more into my desolate home in the city of shattered dreams. People all around, like me, had left themselves in that forest, or one similar, but most had done it a long time ago. All that was left now was to forget. And if I found it hard to forget, I knew, it would be simpler just to ignore what I had left behind, as though she had never been there at all.
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When I followed her, I never dreamed I would catch up with her. I thought she had gone like the illusion she was. But, no, as I approached her, she welcomed me to her kingdom.
We sat and talked, and played games with each other's minds, until we grew weary, and the day began to form into night. Under the canopy of the great trees we slept, not feeling a bit of the evening rain. It was, perhaps, what could be called magical.
Later, when I awoke, she was gone. I was left with the stark reality of being alone in a dark forest. It was cold, I was sweating all over. My clothes were covered in lichin and grime.
Had she been here at all?
It was with great regret, I left that hallowed place, and went once more into my desolate home in the city of shattered dreams. People all around, like me, had left themselves in that forest, or one similar, but most had done it a long time ago. All that was left now was to forget. And if I found it hard to forget, I knew, it would be simpler just to ignore what I had left behind, as though she had never been there at all.
(author unknown)
suedonimn
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Wouldn't it be wonderful
if life were just a dream
We wouldn't have to hurry
not to worry about "What THEY say"
We could stop and smell the flowers
any time of day
Things couldn't be right
not as though it seems
But wouldn't it be wonderful if
life were just a dream
The only poem I have written and commited to memory.
if life were just a dream
We wouldn't have to hurry
not to worry about "What THEY say"
We could stop and smell the flowers
any time of day
Things couldn't be right
not as though it seems
But wouldn't it be wonderful if
life were just a dream
The only poem I have written and commited to memory.
NewGrowth
Well-Known Member
Very awesome man! Thank you speaks the truth too . . . life is a dreamWouldn't it be wonderful
if life were just a dream
We wouldn't have to hurry
not to worry about "What THEY say"
We could stop and smell the flowers
any time of day
Things couldn't be right
not as though it seems
But wouldn't it be wonderful if
life were just a dream
The only poem I have written and commited to memory.
suedonimn
Well-Known Member
Universal thought caught up in naught
somewhere between revelation and forgiveness
One must insist that we consist of actions
and resistance with a persistence toward excellency
Tendency to overthink may sink sorrow so low
undertoe grabs you, sweeping you out to sea
See what you find in your mind
a treasure, a talent, a dream
Know what I mean
Streams of spirit flow into the deep blues
Keep paying your dues, but only on Tuesday
Who is to say Justice is served, Justice is a verb
are you disturbed that it's happening
always around you
It surrounds you and who knows
where she is bound, but we are all sure to follow
So swallow your pride, we're in for a ride
Take it in stride, cause steady she goes
Something written but not memorized. Titled too. Woo Hoo!!!
somewhere between revelation and forgiveness
One must insist that we consist of actions
and resistance with a persistence toward excellency
Tendency to overthink may sink sorrow so low
undertoe grabs you, sweeping you out to sea
See what you find in your mind
a treasure, a talent, a dream
Know what I mean
Streams of spirit flow into the deep blues
Keep paying your dues, but only on Tuesday
Who is to say Justice is served, Justice is a verb
are you disturbed that it's happening
always around you
It surrounds you and who knows
where she is bound, but we are all sure to follow
So swallow your pride, we're in for a ride
Take it in stride, cause steady she goes
Something written but not memorized. Titled too. Woo Hoo!!!
NewGrowth
Well-Known Member
Clinically Dead
I was born and alive
Maybe fallen instead
They said I was dead.
But technically they hooked me to a machine and said
He’s Clinically Dead.
And from the land of the unknown
Stood the pillars enticing more to become
Clinically Dead.
So pick up your microphone
And pretend the rules don’t exsit.
Just wrote it . . .
I was born and alive
Maybe fallen instead
They said I was dead.
But technically they hooked me to a machine and said
He’s Clinically Dead.
And from the land of the unknown
Stood the pillars enticing more to become
Clinically Dead.
So pick up your microphone
And pretend the rules don’t exsit.
Just wrote it . . .
suedonimn
Well-Known Member
Newgroth poetry keeps growin' on me
like I am in vegg on stage, but are we on the same page
Rollitup.org a smorgishborg of marijuana mages
in a rage at all who would deny our purple
Sages throughout the ages have sought wisdom
from the pot schizsm the man plays we pays for daze on end
Bend the rules without clout to break the laws
we take pause in our busy day to pray with eachother
We ain't gettin' dumb we bustin' lungs fire up the dutch
Bowls, bongs or blunts we burn to discern write from
long wrong drawn out stanzas
hittin' bonanzas with these ponderosa trees
Smile'n with ease if you please perma grin sets in
sweets are treats best consumed in double time
For no rhyme waits just creates itself from words heard
in silence
From the dome, the top... cream of the crop, I Rise you Drop
but not really thats just silly we alll equal in God's eyes there are
no surprises.
Do it again.
like I am in vegg on stage, but are we on the same page
Rollitup.org a smorgishborg of marijuana mages
in a rage at all who would deny our purple
Sages throughout the ages have sought wisdom
from the pot schizsm the man plays we pays for daze on end
Bend the rules without clout to break the laws
we take pause in our busy day to pray with eachother
We ain't gettin' dumb we bustin' lungs fire up the dutch
Bowls, bongs or blunts we burn to discern write from
long wrong drawn out stanzas
hittin' bonanzas with these ponderosa trees
Smile'n with ease if you please perma grin sets in
sweets are treats best consumed in double time
For no rhyme waits just creates itself from words heard
in silence
From the dome, the top... cream of the crop, I Rise you Drop
but not really thats just silly we alll equal in God's eyes there are
no surprises.
Do it again.
dos lunge
Active Member
OH TO BE FREE FROM DIRECTION
To float and be pushed along like leaves in a river
Brown mound, ants cover and scatter, but all return
Tree sway in the forest wind playing
Oh to be free from direction.
To create the ideals and morals of oneself is life. Carried out in every moment of every second we become ourselves. Our morals are just descriptions of ourselves as compared to the rest of the population. Our lives are all judged. We are all judged, by the rest of society who then judges themselves as compared to you. WE ARE ALL COMPARING EACH OTHER. Contrast, compare, judge their right from wrong. What is right and wrong? Does it form from what we compare from others? Does our gut tell us what is right and wrong? What if you are wrong and you don’t know it? I simply want to exist, but I cannot stop asking these questions. I can cover myself in shit, is that wrong? I can gorge myself on food, is that wrong? I can hold myself above the entire world, is that wrong? I can sleep all day, is that wrong? I can take drugs, is that wrong? I can hate others, is that wrong? It all seems wrong. But this world seems wrong. This world is fucked up, so I am too. I am god’s dead coal.
To float and be pushed along like leaves in a river
Brown mound, ants cover and scatter, but all return
Tree sway in the forest wind playing
Oh to be free from direction.
To create the ideals and morals of oneself is life. Carried out in every moment of every second we become ourselves. Our morals are just descriptions of ourselves as compared to the rest of the population. Our lives are all judged. We are all judged, by the rest of society who then judges themselves as compared to you. WE ARE ALL COMPARING EACH OTHER. Contrast, compare, judge their right from wrong. What is right and wrong? Does it form from what we compare from others? Does our gut tell us what is right and wrong? What if you are wrong and you don’t know it? I simply want to exist, but I cannot stop asking these questions. I can cover myself in shit, is that wrong? I can gorge myself on food, is that wrong? I can hold myself above the entire world, is that wrong? I can sleep all day, is that wrong? I can take drugs, is that wrong? I can hate others, is that wrong? It all seems wrong. But this world seems wrong. This world is fucked up, so I am too. I am god’s dead coal.
dos lunge
Active Member
Eyes mourn for sleep
Nightly, my dreams they eat.
Waking, they slow and dry
4:00 am tears of sand i cry.
Nobody up now except the kids
reading the internet watching porno vids.
Dreading the time when head falls to the chin,
To fall asleep for a week, then start over again.
Nightly, my dreams they eat.
Waking, they slow and dry
4:00 am tears of sand i cry.
Nobody up now except the kids
reading the internet watching porno vids.
Dreading the time when head falls to the chin,
To fall asleep for a week, then start over again.