Most recent poem you've read?

[pulse8]

I'd rather be thin than famous
I don't want to be fat
And a women throws me outa bed
callin me Gordo , & everytime
I bend
to pick up
my suspenders
from the davenport
floor I explode
loud huge grunt-o
and disgust
every one
in the familio

I'd rather be thin than famous
But I'm fat


-- Jack Kerouac

 

[Double Trouble]

I don't get it..... I must be missing some gene or something, but I just don't get it. To me, every poem is like some idiot just randombly blabbering useless drivel. I keep waiting for the useful or insightful part, but it's all drivel.

 

[MacBaine]

Originally posted by: tagej
I don't get it..... I must be missing some gene or something, but I just don't get it. To me, every poem is like some idiot just randombly blabbering useless drivel. I keep waiting for the useful or insightful part, but it's all drivel.

It's not just you. I admit that there are a few poems every once in a while that actually touch me, but 99% of poems that one reads are nothing but random blabber arranged in wierd sentances with no real meaning.

Of course there are going to be the "more enlightened" folk who insist that it's beautiful art, but I just don't get it.

 

[sash1]

right now I'm reading Ovid's Metamorphoses and translating them in Latin class... So I guess that's the last poem I've read.

`K

 

[shimsham]

true. theres only so many themes, and so many ways to convey them, and then.......

its not that you dont get it, its that youve already "gotten it" and theres nothing new about it anymore.

 

[her209]

i'm not a poem kinda guy

 

[TheNinja]

Originally posted by: tagej
I don't get it..... I must be missing some gene or something, but I just don't get it. To me, every poem is like some idiot just randombly blabbering useless drivel. I keep waiting for the useful or insightful part, but it's all drivel.

You are supposed to say, "I love Poetry b/c I am an educated and deeply philosophical person. Poetry really gets me emotional. It touches me so deeply that I can be moved to tears by simple words placed together in a poetic form. Poetry is so beautiful, but can also be so depressing. Sometimes, just sometimes, I read poetry and I feel like I have left this world and have gone to another plane along with the author. I love Poetry b/c Poetry is me"

 

[Sundog]

The Rum Tum Tugger by T.S. Eliot

 

[StageLeft]

Originally posted by: Staley8

Originally posted by: tagej
I don't get it..... I must be missing some gene or something, but I just don't get it. To me, every poem is like some idiot just randombly blabbering useless drivel. I keep waiting for the useful or insightful part, but it's all drivel.

You are supposed to say, "I love Poetry b/c I am an educated and deeply philosophical person. Poetry really gets me emotional. It touches me so deeply that I can be moved to tears by simple words placed together in a poetic form. Poetry is so beautiful, but can also be so depressing. Sometimes, just sometimes, I read poetry and I feel like I have left this world and have gone to another plane along with the author. I love Poetry b/c Poetry is me"

So true. I've never enjoyed poetry unless it was lyrics to a song. And it ain't because I ain't got no smarts either or unedumacated. I just don't like it. Similar to my overall dislike of "classic literature" it just doesn't do it for me.

Anyhoo the most recent poem I read was Wangsta by fitty cent.

 

[Schadenfroh]

You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disquise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smiler
And your hungry heart
Iced the bile rising from your quilty post
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shattens
And the hammers butter
Down the door
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night
And keeps your dirty feelings
Deep inside
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch your in the back scat
Trying to pick her looks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

 

[dpm]

Originally posted by: Staley8

Originally posted by: tagej I don't get it..... I must be missing some gene or something, but I just don't get it. To me, every poem is like some idiot just randombly blabbering useless drivel. I keep waiting for the useful or insightful part, but it's all drivel.

You are supposed to say, "I love Poetry b/c I am an educated and deeply philosophical person. Poetry really gets me emotional. It touches me so deeply that I can be moved to tears by simple words placed together in a poetic form. Poetry is so beautiful, but can also be so depressing. Sometimes, just sometimes, I read poetry and I feel like I have left this world and have gone to another plane along with the author. I love Poetry b/c Poetry is me"

Personally I'm a big fan of the work of Ewan McTeagle

 

[pulse8]

Originally posted by: Schadenfroh

You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disquise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smiler
And your hungry heart
Iced the bile rising from your quilty post
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shattens
And the hammers butter
Down the door
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night
And keeps your dirty feelings
Deep inside
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch your in the back scat
Trying to pick her looks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

Do Pink Floyd songs count?

 

[BigJ]

Pain By Becky Parant



Why is there so much pain inside?
Everyday emotions collide.
I need some help, I need some pills,
Even if it's me they kill.
It's either pills or a knife,
One of them will end my unhappy life.
A knife would hurt, but I like the pain.
All I would have to do is slice a vein.
The blood would be dripping while I was dying
And on the inside I would still be crying.
A cry for help, from anyone,
But now it's too late, my life is done.
Now, in a pool of my own blood, I lay.
Almost as if waiting for the next day
When someone will find me laying there,
And then, maybe, someone will finally care.

 

[AreaCode707]

In the midst of reading "Paradise Lost" by Milton.

 

[AvesPKS]

Originally posted by: kevinthenerd
What I read last is irrelevant. I read a lot of poetry, and most of it sucks.

Here's one of my favorites: http://honors.saintleo.edu/durette/eng122/original.php?work=rilke_hours_I_3 (I read it for a second-semester college English class.)

It's Rilke...what do you expect?

 

[alkemyst]

If you like music, most songs are poems set to instrumental accompaniment.

So to say one doesn't like poetry is like saying I hate music with lyrics....it is possible however unlikely.

Also poetry is very diverse from flowing verses to acquire the monies from your purses to random hodge-podges of words just thrown at a page like blood flowing from a cut artery, warm....wet....sticky.

 

[Sachmho]

the epic of gilgamesh

 

[MartyMcFly3]

I wrote one this morning while listening to Boyz in the Hood (Dynamite Hack version)... its about college life..

Wake up quick at about eight, just going back to bed would be so great, I got to go out and go to class, cuz if not the rents will kick my ass...

bout to go out get ready for school, where everybody thinks that smoking is cool, inhale deep until they cough, phlegm looks cool comin out of your mouth....

jocks in the front, loose girls in the rear, everyones hungover from drinking beer, girls had to do the walk of shame, beer and guys are who they blame

This is what college is like, if you dont like it take a hike, just remember one important fact, Geeks become rich while slackers get jack.......

 

[imported_Tomato]

Originally posted by: BigJ
Pain By Becky Parant



Why is there so much pain inside?
Everyday emotions collide.
I need some help, I need some pills,
Even if it's me they kill.
It's either pills or a knife,
One of them will end my unhappy life.
A knife would hurt, but I like the pain.
All I would have to do is slice a vein.
The blood would be dripping while I was dying
And on the inside I would still be crying.
A cry for help, from anyone,
But now it's too late, my life is done.
Now, in a pool of my own blood, I lay.
Almost as if waiting for the next day
When someone will find me laying there,
And then, maybe, someone will finally care.

 

[Cyberian]

The Ballad of East and West -

Kipling

 

[isaacmacdonald]

I actually enjoy poetry, but this didn't do much for me. The vaginal imagery in the first and second poems could be characterized as expressive, but I'm ambivalent. Some great isolated elements, but on the whole I prefer something more in line with sylvia plath.

Still, she's a hottie.

 

[JetBlack69]

If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

If I were asleep I could dream
If I were afraid I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain

If I were the moon I'd be cool
If I were a rule I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends

If I were alone I would cry
And if I were with you I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane
Will you still let me join in with the game

If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late again
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

 

[imported_Tomato]

Originally posted by: isaacmacdonald
I actually enjoy poetry, but this didn't do much for me. The vaginal imagery in the first and second poems could be characterized as expressive, but I'm ambivalent. Some great isolated elements, but on the whole I prefer something more in line with sylvia plath.

Still, she's a hottie.

Plath went to my college.

 

[Turin39789]

Originally posted by: HotChic
In the midst of reading "Paradise Lost" by Milton.

"Tis better to rule hell than serve in heaven"

gah i used to know which exact line that was, now im not even sure if the syntax is right

 

[isaacmacdonald]

Originally posted by: Dezign

Originally posted by: isaacmacdonald
I actually enjoy poetry, but this didn't do much for me. The vaginal imagery in the first and second poems could be characterized as expressive, but I'm ambivalent. Some great isolated elements, but on the whole I prefer something more in line with sylvia plath.

Still, she's a hottie.

Plath went to my college.

the beastie boys went to mine. beat that