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Post a poem that you wrote.

sao123

sao123

Lifer
I just found these poems which i wrote from college english about 6 years ago.
Thought I'd share them.

Chess

One world
Made of Oak,
Two armies,
One white,
One black,
Each trying
To control,
Dominate,
Destroy
The other.
Not knowing,
Without the other
It ceases
To exist also.
The white king
Declares ?Charge!?
Let us win
This holy war.
With such
An emotional attack
One might think
Black might
Be defeated
Easily.
But?
Black counters
Whites offensive
Quickly,
Effectively,
Strategically,
Cold yet logical,
Waiting?
For White
To error.
Waiting?
The Black King
Terms his losses
As acceptable.
White moves
For the Kill.
Leaving himself
Exposed,
Waiting?
A bad position.
ATTACK...
A Blacks Knight Forks,
CHECK?
Whites Queen
Is lost,
The Army
In disarray.
A Black pawn
Promoted
To a Queen.
Two Black Queens,
One White King.
Check, Check, Check,
Checkmate?
No.
Desperation, Love,
Holy War.
White
Refuses
To die,
To be defeated.

Stalemate!

The War
Begins again,
Forever to continue.



?01011001?

I am ?Y?
Known to my commander as ?01011001?.
In the army of data
I am a messenger
Not a soldier.
I am stationed in the base
In keyboard.
I have just received my orders.
My mission is to help deliver
A secret message of strategic importance.
First, I am to rendezvous with two others
In sector 0x17FFF.
I begin my journey traveling to PS/2.
There I catch the bus.
Through the window
I can see the Pentium.
Mission headquarters,
The most sophisticated
Building in the world.
Hidden rooms, a maze,
Highly secure.
I exit the bus at sector 0x17FFF,
This place is known as RAM.
I meet with ?1000101? and ?1110011?
We get on the next bus,
Travel past IDE
I?ve been in there before.
There are only two buildings there,
The Disk drive and CD bay.
I don?t like it there,
All the room inside those buildings spin,
Constantly spinning.
It makes me dizzy.
Travel past Parallel and Serial.
I am glad we?re not going there.
Traffic is backed up there,
The spool & buffer lanes
For the toll gates to Printer
Are full.
Travel past PCI Port.
From which by boat
One could travel to Ethernet,
Which contains the only entrance ramp to
The Information Superhighway.
I long to go there.
Maybe during the next mission.
Finally we arrive in AGP.
By cable car we travel to the base at Monitor.
When we arrive,
We are escorted to Screen.
Finally revealed
Is our secret message?
YES.



The feelings of an Atom

I do not know my name,
As long as I can remember,
I have been called Na.
I am lonely,
I tried making friends,
But, it just never worked out.
I once met someone named Helium, but he snubbed me.
I once met an H2O but he beat me up,
And tossed me out.
I once dated a Chlorine, but,
She stole my outer electron and never returned.
What is wrong with me?

Am I too fat?
I only weigh 23 atomic units.

Am I ugly?
The shape and orientation of my electron shells
Are no different than yours.

Is there something wrong with me?
My protons are just as red as everyone else?s.

If I were to be hit with a neutron, and my nucleus were to shatter.
Would not my energy spill out as any other atoms life?s blood?

The only hope I have left is to find a particle of antimatter,
And to die in total annihilation.



The Waves

Our love is like waves in the ocean.
Two waves rolling out in the sea.
Both heading in unknown directions.
Wondering what they both are to be.

The first wave has been beached many times.
Carrying problems of sand, shells, and pea.
He's just rolled crashed on a shoreline,
And starting to recede back to sea.

He is just a little waveling.
Another wave has broken him down.
He's crawling back to the ocean.
His sorrows to try to drown.

The second waves out in the deep sea.
She's never experienced the shore.
But soon she'll turn white and roll over.
And a thunderous crash on the sand floor.

But first this wave had some problems.
But not sand and pee and shells.
This wave was hit by wind and rain.
And tossed ashore by swells.

On her way in and his way out.
He swept her off of her feet.
They joined in a big white rush.
What a way to meet.

Now that water has become still.
Calm and joined on the ocean floor.
The problems have all settled out.
For all of evermore.


 
This thread
is very
vertical.

Scrolling
makes my
right
index finger
writhe with
pain.

<a target=_blank class=ftalternatingbarlinklarge href="http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sully/nat_portman2.jpg">I love
Natalie
Portman.</a>
 
Hair like the sand
Which blows in the desert
Lips like the roses
Which smell so pleasant

Fresh like a spring growth
Whenever she appears
Paints a picture
Which allays my fears

Warn like the summer
A fresh cooling breeze
Bright as the sunshine
Like the fruit on the trees

Alluring as autumn
Wild and free
Expressive and colourful
Punishing me

The coldness of winter
A hard icy stare
A shattered heart
As you show me you don?t care


(I have loads, this was the best of the few I looked over)
 
Originally posted by: yllus
This thread
is very
vertical.

Scrolling
makes my
right
index finger
writhe with
pain.

<a target=_blank class=ftalternatingbarlinklarge href="http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sully/nat_portman2.jpg">I love
Natalie
Portman.</a>
Click to expand...
You need
a
wheel.

Mouse.

Or just use the;
Space bar.
 
Originally posted by: b0mbrman
Originally posted by: yllus
This thread
is very
vertical.

Scrolling
makes my
right
index finger
writhe with
pain.

<a target=_blank class=ftalternatingbarlinklarge href="http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sully/nat_portman2.jpg">I love
Natalie
Portman.</a>
Click to expand...
You need
a
wheel.

Mouse.

Or just use the;
Space bar.
Click to expand...


Page
Down, or
End,

Will help
you here.
 
Originally posted by: b0mbrman
Originally posted by: yllus
This thread
is very
vertical.

Scrolling
makes my
right
index finger
writhe with
pain.

<a target=_blank class=ftalternatingbarlinklarge href="http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sully/nat_portman2.jpg">I love
Natalie
Portman.</a>
Click to expand...
You need
a
wheel.

Mouse.

Or just use the;
Space bar.
Click to expand...
LMAO, I like how you placed "Mouse." on its own line and capitalized the word. Very artistic. 😛

I am the king of keyboard shortcuts, but with one hand on the mouse it's so much more convenient to scroll using the wheel. Ah well.
 
Like moths to a flame,
N00bs can't resist these forums.
Please go to hell now.

Note to self - a haiku

Mistaken was the
click that lead me here. Such a
waste. Never again.
Click to expand...



Thread Trolls.
If it dont interest you. Dont post.

 
Originally posted by: sao123
Like moths to a flame,
N00bs can't resist these forums.
Please go to hell now.

Note to self - a haiku

Mistaken was the
click that lead me here. Such a
waste. Never again.
Click to expand...



Thread Trolls.
If it dont interest you. Dont post.
Click to expand...

Haha, but those are the two best poems in the thread.
 
Originally posted by: sao123
Like moths to a flame,
N00bs can't resist these forums.
Please go to hell now.

Note to self - a haiku

Mistaken was the
click that lead me here. Such a
waste. Never again.
Click to expand...



Thread Trolls.
If it dont interest you. Dont post.
Click to expand...



My haiku wasn't necessarily directed towards you. Your post actually has value, which is lacking in about 98% of the threads posted here these days. Maybe you just looked at my poem and saw your own n00biness staring back? 😛
 




Silence

No and yes.
Breath and cold.
Mist in ice and
falling white.
Everywhere white.
You and me.
Sky and ground.
Tree and car.

I?m not ready
to release warmth



 
Life's Volume Control

When the bitter cold strikes, when the sun hides its face,
When the water creeps over your head,
Just reach for life's volume control in that case
And just like you do when you rise from your bed

Turn it down... discover your sorrows converted
Because sometimes life... doesn't yield what one yearns
But then sometimes strife can be consciously averted
Sometimes happiness -- one neither earns
Nor seeks -- but chances through sharp wrath diverted.
So don't be that mad miser who whines, but never finds
Ancient wisdom cast down and deserted
For he lays out his case before the world's judging face
But in the end it's his own fault that he's put in this place.
So next time a moron like this speaks his mind
In an effort to drag down your soul
Just reach for that case and to thine own ears be kind
Turn it down -- the knob on life's volume control.





Insomnia

Without a doubt, my sleep-deprived, self-denied abode
Gave an internal shout as the conscience-stricken flavor
Of particular metaphysical inconsequential rationalization started down that road
And left in my mouth so uneloquently dry a wholly unfamiliar savour
So sureal
So ethereal
Undeniably there
But without essence
Existing as a little bit of nothing that could be
Putting up a front of self-inflating quiessence
Restless with assurance yet without the science proofs
Seen too much of this stuff to file it with the goofs
So it bids me through telepathy to presist in current trajectory
All I really want is its silence -- shove it to my life's small
appendectomy
Delay -- yes, waylay -- the insurrection and incertain resurrection
Of the torrent of emotions that it threatens to unleash
On my weak-minded state, though I have touched no kalish
But lack of rest is enough for it to take advantage of my writhing mess
Of fake-assured gestures, so sure that it will overcom my state of less
Power,
Affluence,
Wisdom,
What have you
Replaced by my weakness, meager-earning folly, nothing new
o finally I yield to the ever-pounding force
That drives me to call for it until my voice is hoarse
Then after repeatedly knocking
Furtive glancing lest those around assume I'm talking
The wind, it blows the portal open
No human strength required -- in fact, resented
In fact, I dare to say, severely underrepresented
In the grand twist of things, the event was a locked door
By one bird who delicately sings, and the avian remarks
Who so casually reminds it's more effective than when the sergeant barks...
Orders,
Which only work "up here"
in the head
But penetration
to the soul
cannot be done with lead
But something softer
Something like a golden lightweight flower on a sunny day
Something like a seagull who sails off to see the bay
This thing could transcend hearing to the soul upon that day
To finaly break down the broken-down in a new way
To finally permit sleep to one who can't get a wink
Soft soul rest to the restless
Tears to the tearless
Fear to the fearless
Eyes closed






Forbidden Death

I remember crystal clear the day you left
The day you walked out leaving your world and me behind
Woke late that night, sobbing, full of fear, emotionally bereft
Stirred from this fright to see if ghosts of you were kind

But they were not

Naught did I have when I jiggled that handle to the door
Naught did I have when I tripped and hit the wooden floor
Naught did I have when the light I carried soared

Out of my hand and through the window pane
Wished I was a blind man -- Felt like I'd need a cane
To get up, to rise again to face the pending day
Face my fears and hopes that you might return from far away
But I couldn't even roll over -- over... on the cold hard floor I lay
For hours... hours... smelled the scent of heavenly flouwers turned to
hellish when it sours

And there I cried
Such a loss -- oh, I tried
To hang on, but belied
By the fact that I had already died

Because I thought upon the day you left
The day you walked out leaving your world and me behind
And I bet you woke late that night, sobbing, emotionally bereft
Stirred from this fright but couldn't see a ghost of me
Yet you still came to freshen flowers
Replaced the scent which quickly sours
And there at my stone you cried
Mourned your loss, you tried
To hold your emotions inside
Yet your tears, they belied
Which welled up on that cold hard stone
But melted the stone within your soul
For three days long this visit you tried to postpone
But at that service you couldn't quite let go
So here you are and here you'll stay till once again
The sun within has shone



Surface Tension

Bereft of fresh vitality
Bottled depression increasing

*Drip... Drip... Drip...*

Pressure building to a maximum threshold
As yet undetermined, unpredictable, unseen
The explosive charge potential unleashed
As one, final insurgence
Reality undiscernable as
Emotions triumph over logical progression
The pent-up life resurfaces,
Then fades away as swiftly,
And as a pure, repentant soul,
Guilty at the sudden outburst,
Resumes silent submission to the

*Drip... Drip... Drip...*

The world continues on
A stopwatch
A time-bomb
The end inevitable, but not in sight
An insurgent riot incited
Its chant systematically recited
As if ticked before to the final tick
Wisdom's insight neglected
One last time
 
I hate this thread
Walt Whitman was a better poet than you
despite what you think, this is no haiku
 
ctrl v'd from: http://forums.anandtech.com/me...8&amp;threadid=1431740

Outside Babylon:

I was told
to speak
from my heart ?
the empty cavity
that lies inside.

How can I
explain
that I know
nothing
and feel less.

I am
a walking corpse.
emptiness and death
covered by the illusion
that is life.

I am expected
to justify
my self
my inability
my lack of talent.

I look
at the world
around me,
and I don?t
see the beauty.

Occasionally,
I have stopped to look
at my fellow humans
and I?ve wondered,
where is Darwin?

Half of the dominant species,
with the power
to destroy the world,
cannot even comprehend
what the word ?dominant? means.

Sometimes,
as the mists disperse,
and the sun rises
behind my back,
I miss you, Kurt.

You had something to say
before you took
your love-forged gun,
held it next to your head,
and pulled the trigger.

You spoke to a generation
and instructed us
in the ways of indifference.
you made it ok,
to not feel.

You realized
that the act of caring
is a paradox:
to care is to know
and to know is to hate.

How can I write a poem,
when you and John
lie dead in your coffins,
buried beneath the factory-molded soles
of my Doc Martens?
Click to expand...

this was the first in a series of posthumeous love poems that I wrote to Kurt Cobain. the line breaks are kind of annoying in print, but it's something that I wrote for the explicit purpose of being read at poetry readings.
 
her

She?s out there somewhere...
I?m always searching
Without even looking
Eyes blind to what I seek
But my soul yearns
To crash into that one
The one that is for me
The one that is lead
Lead by a feeling
A feeling that knows
That there?s the one
The one for her
A soul searching for
Another
Not one she can?t wait
To live for
But a soul
She can?t live without
That fateful day
Is the day
Two lives will concede
And never part
Life will change for both
A smile will proceed
A lifetime of smiles
That shine from not only
From white enamel
But from within
Two lives will combine
Into one of perfection
True joy
Is the only
Possible outcome
But until that day
That someone
Will still be smiling
Knowing what one day
Will come
As will I
 
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