The Gentle Rest Corner...

[CatLord]

If you wish to stop for a minute... and relax... feel free to post your favorite poems and maybe your own poetry...

I'll open it with one of my favorites...




Lost Souls
by Sweet Madness


In this heartless creation
It is hard to understand
Why some souls choose to wander
Forgetting

Yet I am lost without wandering
My love is a ghost
Ancient - with wisdom
Vital - with tears
Not able to move on
Unable to let go

It's hard to remember a love
You don't recognize in this life
Yet the memory is without thought
Agony - without knowledge
This love - is without mercy

Passing through eternity
Life to the next
Forever searching
In a labyrinth of whispers
For a blissful love
Lost

Longing for the touch
I'll sense when I feel
Whispering to my heart
Comforting this stoned soul

Our love burns within me
But I am lost in the shadows
This entity of dreams
Forever killing me

I believe this love is eternal
The flame will not relinquish
Forever circling me
The very matter of my existence

But for now I simply breath
Awaiting your rescue
Music - bonding our souls
Pain - stirring the memories
While silence shouts out this melody

 

[Nystul]

this is some gay **** right here.

 

[Aran]

Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
This Thread Is Stupid
And So Are You

 

[Flutter]

this is some gay **** right here.

lol... I can't see what the OP is but lol @ Nystul's reply.

 

[Aran]

You came in just to say "I HAVE YOU ON IGNORE" didn't you?

 

[Mishkam]

There once was a man from Nantucket...

 

[Aedon Durreah]

That is a very nice poem Pitr. It is always good to see there are those still left who enjoy the arts.

 

[Nystul]

That is a very nice poem Pitr. It is always good to see there are those still left who enjoy the arts.

Sounds like you're about to start groping him & kissing.

I'm going to have to leave.

All this gayness is making me very uncomfortable.

 

[Aran]

Sounds like you're about to start groping him & kissing.

I'm going to have to leave.

All this gayness is making me very uncomfortable.

Get out of the closet, Nancy

 

[Aedon Durreah]

Sounds like you're about to start groping him & kissing.

I'm going to have to leave.

All this gayness is making me very uncomfortable.

Stop acting like a piece of ****. I am sure that at some time in your life you read soething other then a comic book.

 

[Aran]

There's a loooooong stretch of land between comic books and girly girl poetry.

 

[Aedon Durreah]

Yeah, about the same stretch as the one between playing with star wars action figures and dolls? Oh and you see the lego figures in your sig? Dolls. *grins*

 

[Zambowow]

****, ****, ****, ****, **********, Mother ****er, Tits, Fart, Turd, ****!

 

[Aran]

Yeah, about the same stretch as the one between playing with star wars action figures and dolls? Oh and you see the lego figures in your sig? Dolls. *grins*

Action figures != dolls.

You != cool.

 

[Llwyd]

They travel swiftly,
marching with military precision
over a broken board,
winding through a foot-square jungle
of fern and moss....
An army of people, little black people,
feelers waving to catch the scent
that will lead them to the gift I bring.
Ahead scurries a tiny scout
who seems to know the way
to the secret place.
No danger, no anteaters here,
no stamping feet,
no poison tidbits waiting.
Just me and my gift of honey.

______________________

By me.
Yeah, I'm weird. *shrugs*

 

[Nystul]

Stop acting like a piece of ****. I am sure that at some time in your life you read soething other then a comic book.

I don't read. I've only read when it was required in school.

BTW it's "than".

 

[Nystul]

Yeah, about the same stretch as the one between playing with star wars action figures and dolls? Oh and you see the lego figures in your sig? Dolls. *grins*

So can I say that you like to play with men because there's a dude in your signature?

SWEET

 

[hakeem]

At the end of your life,
as you lay bleeding your soul into the earth that spawned you,
As you cry to the heavens, 'why?',
I want you to know,
it was me that betrayed you.

Author unknown

 

[hakeem]

Blued steel, spinning.
The clock ticks on.
The hammer, falling, click.
Spinning again, time stops.
The hammer falling,


Me.

 

[hakeem]

Poetry doesn't have to be about 2 hobbits and a sausage fest. Or 2 really messed up cowboys and a jar of mayo.