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This thread is dedicated to original poetry written by various members of TPF.

If you have a poem you'd like to contribute, please go ahead and make it a post here. We would be excited to read it.

If you like reading poetry, keep coming back to this thread, you never know what you'll find (in the case of my poetry, you may not like what you find, you may need a puke bag). I cover a lot of different genres of poetry (i.e. romance, sci-fi, fantasy, doom, comedy, etc.) So just because you may find a lot of dark poetry does not mean they are all dark. As this thread grows, I hope that there are lots of different themes posted so everyone can find one to enjoy. I would especially like to see some Westerns as poetry. That's what I'll be looking forward to seeing.

One sort-of-rule: Try not to post hate-oriented poetry (racist, sexist, mocking others' belief-systems, etc.). I understand art is art but there's no reason to start a war.
 
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Dragon of Death
A short piece about a person who spent their whole life mean-spirited and while on the death-bed becomes remorseful. This is, as I read it in my mind, a death-metal style voice and beat.

Awaken dragon, source of death
Come to my bedside, steal my breath
I summon thee, with my all my will
Come to me swiftly, I need fulfilled
No more pain, only the dark
No more memories, no more spark
Just the wait, until time's gone
Come for me, mine is done

I took for granted the little I had
Took it all and never gave it back
Filled with envy and filled with greed
Got it all even without the need
I smiled at you while I screamed inside
Shook your hand while I wished you'd die
Now on my deathbed you can hear me cry
Because the dragon of death won't let me die
 
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We Love (Cinquain)

A sensual piece to read with a loved one or by yourself or not at all

My love
My beauty
You are seducing me
A fire all-consuming my world
Burn me

Burn me
With all your love
Let our souls intertwine
Writhing in pure waves of pleasure
Guide me

Guide me
A gentle touch
Parted-lips and a moan
Lipstick glistening beckons
A kiss

A kiss
Stolen away
A breath across the breast
Titillating senses aware
A peak

A peak
Sweat drips together
Heartbeats pounding in sync
All else is lost in the moment
Passion

Passion
It builds and ebbs
Hold me while we dream deep
Never let me go forever mine
We love
 
This Ethereal Dragon From My Fingertips Pours (Acrostic)

The first time I noticed I had magic in my blood
Haunting sounds beckoned me to a spiritual flood
I tried real hard to understand the reason
Something was pouring forth from fingertips freezing

Earthly tremors shooked, quaked, and roared
This rumbling threw me to the floor
How it became I would never find out
Even now I have my doubts
Reality is a sinking thought
Energetic particles soon will be fought
All of my being I try to resist
Last one to go is my clenched fist

Dragon was now in front of me
Ready for my ordering
Anticipation of first flight
Going through the skies at night
On muscles and scales made of mist
No time to waste, I was made for this

From on top of an ethereal dragon
Rides a humble, young little pagan
Offering his soul to a cruel world
Many will rebel as he soars

Maybe they’d see their treachery
Youthful passion set me free

From on top of an ethereal dragon
I rode, nay, sailed through the monde
Now over lakes un-fished and rivers unseen
Giant mountains un-scaled
Even places not dreamed
Ready now to protect them all
That which is safest and best for all
I dutifully answer the needed call
Perhaps a life this dragon and I will save
Sounds of cheering and the world raves

People think so sickeningly
Of these dragons I create
Until you stop me I will stay
Readying dragons for judgement day
Some will die all will pay
 
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Summer Nights in Love (Etheree)

I
Waited
All winter
For this summer
To come and for you
To be here next to me
Holding my hand lovingly
Staring at me while I at you
Holding back this kiss not much longer
And when we touch our lips, may stars shine bright
 
Mishter Lusk Was Out of Luck or "Of the History Jack Had Made"

Saucy Jack came straight from Hell
Not too sure at least five fell
From the shadows Jack with blade
Killed those ladies where they laid

Mishter Lusk was out of luck
Looked and looked where Jack had snuck
Found him not in alley ways
Haven't found him to this day

Myths and stories rich abound
Dead bodies are all that's found
Not a clue to who Jack was
He got away just because

How do you bust a monster in the night
That sends all White Chapel into fright
Ladies and guys both afraid
Of the history Jack had made

Perhaps it was simply all that opium
That made Francis, I mean Jack, up and kill them
Thrice a surgeon's test not passed
Thompson left his home at last

To the Docklands he'd call home
Roads to White Chapel he would roam
Back and forth just three short miles
Time to cut sad whores some smiles

This man that wasn't caught
A poet perhaps, an enemy not
Those who knew what he had done
Sent Jack away for no more fun

This is where he wrote his tales
Some say religious, I say fails
He secretly described his murderous deeds
Inside of poetry one could read

He must have died laughing deep inside
To have told the world of the women that died
But to them that may read it wrong
His poetry was like a Christian song

He knew what he had done
And with us piggies, he had fun
But with his writing he shall stay
As a killer who just had to say:

"Halts by me that footfall
Is my gloom, after all
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."

(from "Hounds of Heaven" by Francis Thompson)
 
Bottle of Pills

A bottle of pills designed to kill
By festering deeply inside us
We have opened a door
An unlockable door
Watch Out
Hellish things are in store

We try to see beyond our reach
By opening our eyes completely
Don't start believing the lies
That will close our eyes
Watch Out
Hellish things shall arise

They don't love us want us need us
Killing us through pain
They have opened many doors
Many unlockable doors
Watch Out
To them we are nothing but whores
 
Death is Whiskey

Death is whiskey, clenched by your side
Sadness is vodka made from rye
Lonely is a warm beer you can't get rid of
You try to wash it away but it's not enough

All these liquors can't paint away
The stupefied look upon your face
When you stumble home remember this
You'll leave a bad taste on everyone you kiss

Just because the world looks brighter
Doesn't mean your life's any nicer
Than what it was when before you drank
And drank and drank and sank

You kept drinking, life became sweeter
You drank some more and started to teeter
To the left and to the right
You staggered all throughout the night

When the morning came around
You were nowhere to be found
Now your friends, long since dead
As you are too, sitting in bed

Clenching your throbbing head in hand
Mouth is dry and tastes like sand
Wash it down with some beer
This cycle begins again each year
 
A Cigarette

A cigarette to calm your mind
A cigarette to waste the time
A cigarette to give a friend
A cigarette until you're dead

Or you can quit
Whichever
 
The Final

Worms!
Do you feel them as I do?
Writhing inside me, living inside me.
Do you scream as I scream?
Screams that do not escape.
Do you see as I see?
Eyes that see nothing.
Do you hear as I hear?
Ears that hear silence.
Nothing! Nothing!
Nothing was there.
All my life I hoped,
But this is all I found.
No saving grace.
No burning shores.
Just this.
The beginning of eternal thought.
Is this hell; dead-thinking forever?
Is this heaven; dead-thinking forever?
Why is this all there is for me?
Why is this the final?
 
Will You Be My Wife?

Do you know what you mean to me?
You are spring showers that come down to inspire me!
I am in love with your polite sensuality and the way you dance so hypnotically!

I don’t miss the days when you were not in my life,
To be here for me to cherish and to share all my strife.
But now that you’re here, will you please be my wife?
 
The Fools Have All Fled

I unleash my dragons and tell them to strike
Kill the women, kill the children
Leave the men to fight

Down from my mountain
My graceful dragons soar
Down to the village, many killings to score

The village on fire, blood on the ground
Many good deaths
But no men to be found

The fools have all fled
To the woods and away
Back in the village, their loved ones have paid

So down off my mountain, I go to see
What the men left behind
In their tom-foolery

Gold, and silver and odd little trinkets
Dishes and china and the bones of their pets
These men were the most cowardly of all that I have met

I set my dragons loose upon the rest of the world
These men won’t be back, that I can see
This village is mine, the dragons are yours
 
In a Little Town No Bigger Than Hell

In a little town no bigger than hell,
Lives a little boy that loves his smell.
The scent of candy, tobacco and gin,
Permeates the outer walls of his father’s den.

This is the room that this little boy loves,
All snuggled and warm inside his father’s clothes,
Looking through old news clippings of the war;
A war that took so many great men.

There was his dad, right there on page two.
Looking his best in a suit of royal blue.
Underneath the picture, a caption read;
“Rest in Peace: Fifty Soldiers Dead”.

The little boy knew nothing of death.
Knew not his father had breathed his last breath.
He waited each night until he fell asleep,
But his father was gone, nowhere to keep.

Every morning the boy would rush to the den,
To give his dad a loving hug and to also welcome him.
But no dad was ever to be found,
For he was killed in action on a distant frozen ground.

And so this went on until the boy was a man.
The man knew about death by now and so like his father,
Joined a great war and the tragedy started again,

In a little town no bigger than hell,
Lives a little boy that loves his smell.
The scent of candy, tobacco and gin,
Permeates the outer walls of his father’s den.
 
This experimental piece I invented is to be read special as three poems. First poem, read every line that is to the left of the comma. Second poem read every line to the right of the comma. Last poem, read all lines in order.

It, This

Cut it out of me, this hate
Throw it away, this regret
Choke it down, this pride
Find it quick, this hope

Lay it down, this desire
Take it off, this armor
Leave it go, this lust
Take it in, this love

Forget it never, this feeling
Watch it burn, this loss
Stand it up, this ego
Stab it back, this ruthlessness

Challenge it now, this pity
Rob it blind, this self-absorption
Speak it softly, this new thought
Destroy it all, this dark
 
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Some interesting stuff, Craig! I had started a poetry thread a while ago... about a year ago or so. Can't find it now...

I didn't make mine NSFW though... although I could have, lol!
 

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