RESURRECTION!!! I haven't been in this thread in ages, wow. I'm back in, fellas ;). I have another name, though, [b]i_hate_this_city[/b] so just know...it's me.

Hehe man that's crazy, one of the lyrics to a song my band plays is "The land erodes, and I hate this f[color=white]u[/color]cking city..."

EDIT: Yeah it was on the last page. lol

I think my eyes have passed over that before, but it might have been marginally different...hey! trails back!

I'll have a poem by tomorrow night, yo. I'll throw it in this spot.

Ive been writing for a while, but this is my first attempt at beat. Have a look.

They are held by the relentless strain of over-paid lobby-dwellers
The high and mighty are
Nothing but a figment of reality's imagination
"That's true", said the heartless philanthropist
"Loquacious" said the being with a lost identity
"You ponder on thoughts of self-pity, profound to say the least"
Never has such a degrading statement left the entrance of the omnipresent gust of wind which keeps the contraband perspiring


Equal
One could say
To the ever-degenerating postal worker, delivering news of turbulent times once passed
A mirage of hope, naive impulses, yet furthermore consuming
Could one captain stop the fax from its useless creations?
"Never", said the green-eyed monster monitor
Even lamented facts on this seven track notepad of needless remarks

A culmination of dust-filled air sacs, defined within the toxicity of the stellar remarks of once great heroes
Fruiticious relations captured with regards to the resentful persons of which make the masses seem alluded to the event
One of which has passed
The condensation says "Goodbye, cruel world", as it leaves the glass to join the pool of phased out lunacy, forming the basis of it's futile resistance
Ready
To sink
Or swim

Thanks.

Nice :).

Thanks. It seems so natural to me. It's quite frightening actually.

that was really really awesome...

Groves,
haphazardly placed, boundless bookmarks
the pine branches, that mushroomed out
a specter of natural plague

In that analytical memoir
that businessman: white and gray still photo
of me in the final home of winter
the grove could only but be wheelchair bound duck eggs

Cartier left me one coveted wish
and I myself, was Atlas with the pannier
to allow the papyrus page numbers to be a repitition of each one before
with the ho hum blue ink of that
one wish

it couldn't be the halted Chinese army
nor could any one poet/activist/thinking biped
every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise
or allow the dissonant chains
to rattle to a single note
and thus
lay the wish down

That was great. Somelines in there were especially amazing... "every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise" was brilliant. Nice work.

[I]it couldn't be the halted Chinese army
nor could any one poet/activist/thinking biped
every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise
or allow the dissonant chains
to rattle to a single note
and thus
lay the wish down[/I]

I thought that was rather awesome.

thank 'e kindly ma'rm

As the pitter patter of the child echoed throughout the hall,
And all the cracks and scrapes were highlighted in the wall,
I began to think and ponder. Wonder aloud. Think and ponder.
Before every sunset there has to be a sunrise,
And for every truth there has to be a thousand lies,
I begin to ponder. Think aloud. Wonder and ponder.
Walking through the woods with stones cutting my feet,
A girl's silhouette appears and leaves a smell oh so sweet,
Pondering and thinking. Talk aloud. Talking and wondering.
Before the birds can hum and my heart can skip a beat,
I must first realize what it is to sleep the sleep,
I dream and hope. Praying out loud. Praying and dreaming.
This is the end, the end of my line,
I know I've had a very pleasant time,
But nothing can take away from the beauty I remember,
Of that one eventful night, in the middle of December.

bump

^ Nice one.

I tried to write one just then but nothings coming out tonight.

interesting and cool poetry trail, I like how you rhyme every so often..

...i lack inspiration....

bump.

I'm kinda shady on the idea behind beat poetry still even thoguh I read up on it but if this poem applies check it out if it doesn't my mistake

[b]Scars of Memory[/b]

Moments of regret and scars of memory,
Fraught thought and taunt misery.
A tangled web of countless scenes,
Battering silence with endless dreams.
Who indulged every passive second,
Pleasing every desire that beckoned?
Time sweeps in its perpetual flow,
Writing history to all we know.
Provoking pain on a far gone feeling,
Providing sorrow that prolongs healing.
Flashbacks bursting in the air,
Painting scenes of despair.
Cries of forgotten laughter,
Only seem to trodden after.
Watching life stain the mind,
Through a portal lost in space and stuck in time.
Never regretting the pain and misery,
Reminded by these treasured scars of memory.
To have loved and adored you more,
Now amazed by two when once bored with four.


It's about my two uncles that died and I have two left..