Anybody write poems

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<p>what they say</p>

<p>the car winds down the road
as you slowly turn the wheel around the curve.
not concentrating really
just letting the road flow
following where it can take you.
above you, gray sky covers blue
a hint of pink in the east
a bright yellow sun shining.
each a little piece of what the day could hold.
you never know which
until you get up and live.</p>

<p>the road still goes on
you can’t see any more than the next curve
the crest of the coming hill.
uncertainty lies beyond
but if you persevere you’ll find it.
they say
‘so you don’t know where you’re going yet.’
it doesn’t matter.
you’ve got time.</p>

<p>time to burn
time to waste
time to let your mind wander like the meandering road.
so take the chance.</p>

<p>your wheels are smooth on the pavement
as the journey continues.
an expedition
you’ll find what you’ve been looking for in the end.
the future’s never been more clouded
but in your heart the most clear.
the road is right
and so is the time.
you drive alongside the sunset, taking the next turn.
if only you could see it now.</p>

<p>so you don’t know where you’re going, they all say.
you quietly smile
exhale and lean back.
because in your heart
you know you do.</p>

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<p>lets keep 'em coming!!</p>

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<p>anyone want to comment on mine??</p>

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<p>Haiku is the on-
-ly kind of poem I can
Write. And yet I am</p>

<p>still so bad at it
that I have to break it up
into two Haiku.</p>

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<p>bravo bravo</p>

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<p>impressive poems
i loved reading each of them
theyre so interesting</p>

<p>oo a haiku commenting on the poems! :p</p>

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<p>I don't write poems but I'm bored so I'm going to make one up right now so I can post it here. </p>

<p>I-
am a bunny.
A fat, round bunny.</p>

<p>Oh! Who is fatter than I-
As a bunny?</p>

<p>I daresay none!
For I
am the fattest bunny.</p>

<p>And Oh! Who-
has the fattest cheeks?
It is none other than I!</p>

<p>Ahoy! What's that in the distance?
It is but a cloud!
No! It is a cottonball!
Look! It's getting closer-
It is...
my tail. </p>

<p>For I-
am a bunny.
A fat, cute bunny. </p>

<p>And let none
challenge my bunnyness!
For my body,
my image,
my sole persona
is that
of a bunny.</p>

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<p>KaznackFCRC LOL!!!!!!!!!</p>

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<p>this thread died :(</p>

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<p>i agree....we need some spark up...
i'll write on for the sake of it tommorow....
we can not let the work of the wonderful founders of this thread go to waste.....</p>

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<p>August 28th</p>

<p>I sat on my bed for what seemed like hours
Listening to the hum of the air-conditioner and the
Sonorous silence that the crickets left behind.</p>

<p>Four hours earlier, I stepped outside the wrought-iron door and hugged him
Until my arms were sore and my chest was about to explode and
Letting go was impossible, anchored to the ground as if by roots.</p>

<p>Tears burned rivers down my cheeks as we stood
Alone in the middle of San Remo Drive, begging time to give us
Another chance, a few more hours, if only we could stay like this</p>

<p>And cheat the future intertwined, swaying in the middle of
The road, a tree and strangling ivy tangled together in silence,
Absorbing the chirping of the night around us; but this</p>

<p>Couldn’t last forever and his grip loosened for an instant.
He held the back of my head and squeezed me, then sauntered athletically away,
Back to his house without missing a step, head half-turning but snapping back.</p>

<p>The world was swimming, a cat darted into the bushes across the street.
Stumbling on the cobblestone curb, I lurched forward through the dark
Around the tree-lined corner where I always parked.</p>

<p>The wind swept me along like a dry leaf on the ground
With no opportunity to look back. The air had turned brittle,
Ushering autumn in and waving summer goodbye on that late August night.</p>

<p>It was time for both of us to go, but unlike me, he took a one-way flight.</p>

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<p>First-time post!</p>

<p>Well, hello. I wrote this poem several months ago. Poetry has yet to be stressed in any of my English classes, but I thought I would give it a shot. Feedback would be appreciated. Thanks! (It has a couple parts to it)</p>

<p>The Enlightened All</p>

<p>I have only to live.</p>

<p>Life is my rebirth,
I am born anew each day,
I remember now what has,
For me or any,
I know not what will,
I am the epitomic simplification and illuminating being of fulfillment,
Of my desire and elation.</p>

<p>Shall I be lost,
When my psychological oblivion is burdened,
By their ambiguous ‘truths’ and sociology and the psychotic?</p>

<p>I shall not,
For I shall not waver from my enlightened pursuit,
As I have only to live,
And I shall not spend it dying among the dead.</p>

<p>Alas, I am consumed, devoured,
By this hunt of blindness and for self-fulfillment,
But if I resign to the ways of the dying,
As I know they must be,
Then I enter a path of and leading to proven despair.</p>

<p>Look at them suffer,
Although I question,
I cannot conceivably be among them in any respect such as this,
For I am their righteous opposite,
I am living for me and the now as they should for themselves,
Then all will flow around like I know it should.</p>

<p>I fear my end will façade me with regret,
Of my now and then,
So I must convince my future of my righteousness,
And their foolishness,
Which is apparent in their failings as a whole and part,</p>

<p>Mustn’t I?</p>

<p>How can a road leading to wrong,
Be deemed by any,
Certainly not I,
The right?</p>

<p>Or perhaps no road shall be all right in path or destination,
At least those with so many travelers,
Yes,
I have failed as I feared,</p>

<h2>Only now I am dead after so long dying.</h2>

<p>Sorrow’s end shall meet with mine,
For my undying fear makes it so.</p>

<p>As my fruitless searches unease,
I search deeper still.</p>

<p>But his foolishness seems odd given his intelligence,
So I wonder if the quest is right.</p>

<p>There must exist on some level, any level,
A unifying goal, a common theme,
If only to exist in their and his mind.</p>

<p>Yet so many facets of our existence unavoidably suggest,
That such does not exist,
But on a purely psychological level. </p>

<p>If such is so,
Then we are closing our minds to the grand reality,
As we are forced to do,
By the all-powerful.</p>

<p>Again, his findings contradict his quest,
Both in inherence and implication.</p>

<p>Yet as I look upon his findings and feelings,
As I know to be mine,
I cannot help but respond,
With an irrational conviction,
For both the simply personal and the living.</p>

<p>Now I have uncovered the enlightenment,
Which has been eternally mine and theirs.</p>

<p>But, now,
As I rest on the illuminating bed of my pasts,
Such thoughts of reason come to me,
I have no election but to succumb. </p>

<p>They speak of our mind,
Of the root of its misgivings,
Of its accident of creation.</p>

<p>Initial accident it may be, they say,
It has now seen and thought in ways and of ideas,
That must and do transcend truth.
Now I am enlightened, forever and only.</p>

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<p>Does anyone have feedback?</p>