Poems

[DeletedUser20396]

Here we are with the new thread, Poems! Step right up and list a poem in name or with the words from the poem of choice. Reminder: Keep it clean.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
hobos and tramps.
Cross eyed mosquitos
and bow-legged ants.
Admission is free,
So pay at the door.
There's plenty of chairs
so sit on the floor.

One night when the moon was bright
two dead boys got up to fight.
One was blind, the other couldn't see.
Old Dead Joe was the referee.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
2 deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot those two dead boys
If you do not believe my story is true,
ask the blind man, he saw it too!
(I saw it, I saw it, I saw the whole thing!) Extra.

 

[DeletedUser21002]

IT CAN'T BE DONE

The world would sleep if things were run
by men who say it can't be done
In solemn pride he stands aloof
and greets each venture with reproof
Had he the power he'd efface
the history of the human race
We'd have no radios or motor cars
no streets lit by electric stars
no telegraph nor telephone
We'd linger in the age of stone
The world would sleep if things were run
by men who say it can't be done.

Author unknown

 

[Vergazi]

THEY SAID IT COULDN'T BE DONE
by
Benny Hill

They said that it could not be done,
He said, "Just let me try."
They said, "Other men have tried and failed,"
He answered, "But not I."
They said, "It is impossible,"
He said, "There's no such word."
He closed his mind, he closed his heart...
To everything he heard.

He said, "Within the heart of man,
There is a tiny seed.
It grows until it blossoms,
It's called the will to succeed.
Its roots are strength, its stem is hope,
Its petals inspiration,
Its thorns protect its strong green leaves,
With grim determination.

"Its stamens are its skills
Which help to shape each plan,
For there's nothing in the universe
Beyond the scope of man."
They thought that it could not be done,
Some even said they knew it,
But he faced up to what could not be done...
And he couldn't bloody do it!

XD a parody of a poem by an English poet--I sooo loved Benny Hill...may he RIP forever...

 

[ajqtrz]

"'Star Fish, Some Dead'"

"Star Fish, some dead"
By an author unknown,
A sign above a door I once read, long forgotten
I wondered at the time upon what stony shore
what deadly wave cast this vision.

Or perhaps, what booth at some local fair
Selling star fish to passing tourist?
Posted poetry on a faded sign
for a bit of profit?

Was the author walking in the morning fog
bucket in hand for periwinkles, shells, or pretty stones
and found here or there, many a time, star fish lying?
Some alive, some dead?
Perhaps collected them for sale even?
A bucket of possibilities and hope.

Or did the creator catalogue life and death
choosing to forget rather return the stars to the sea?
The living ones at least,
Or just ponder the surprise felt in seeing
"Starfish, some dead."
Lost opportunities cast on desolate shores?

"Star Fish, Some dead" hangs above my door
The echo of a tiny poem by an author unknown
Like a wave casting upon the beach
Receding, forgotten, blending into sea.

AJ

 

[DeletedUser20396]

Thank you everyone for posting here. I have enjoyed reading each one.

 

[LilWolf De Lioncourt]

wow these are Great i've also written a lot of poems over the years I may have to try to dig them out and see where they are

 

[DeletedUser20396]

That would be a delightful treat. When you are feeling up to it, that is.

 

[LilWolf De Lioncourt]

I will see if I can find them

 

[DeletedUser19483]

Eternal Sleep
If death should be an eternal sleep,
free from struggle
free from grief,
than why do we flee from death
like startled sheep,
trying to continue in a world of grief,
in a world of pain,
in a world of need,
Maybe we live in this world of grief
because we believe in dreams unreached,
in dreams unbreached by the worlds deceit
in dreams of dreams we've yet to dream.

 

[Vergazi]

Still Here
by Langston Hughes

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

 

[DeletedUser19483]

This isn't aimed at you people. I thought up this poem when my friend today said most of my poems are about gloom and doom.(thought I'd post it here first and the results)

Avoiding Angst
Jibber jabber
watch me blather
this that
cat in a hat
eeeek it's the copyright police!
run run
they hate fun
and if they get you
I will bet you
you owe them more than a dime in fees
but enough about that
and cats in hats
they bore me to tears you see
let's go on an adventure
be pirates that venture
into the merry seven seas
pirates kill
and that makes me ill
oh wait that seems angsty to me
so let's leave it behind
or I'll lose my mind
consumed by the angst in me
OH GOD that is angsty
maybe I should seek therapy
to cure the angst that lingers in me
NAH, it's fine
it'll leave in due time
after all I'm only 15.

 

[DeletedUser20396]

I like it. I'm not much of a critic though. Are you really only 15?

 

[DeletedUser19483]

I like it. I'm not much of a critic though. Are you really only 15?

Yes I am(so hard to tell with my mature and cool attitude)

 

[DeletedUser]

The Cat
JRR Tolkien
1962

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.

The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard, dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom--
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet,
he does not forget.

 

[DeletedUser]

Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
1849

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

[Vergazi]

Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

 

[DeletedUser]

While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Harrison/Lennon/McCartney
1968

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps.

 

[shimmerfly]

A "version" of The dog by Mary E. Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly fallen snow
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am in the star shine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

 

[DeletedUser]

@shimmerfly

Spoiler

Years ago, my brain for some reason translated that poem into a Doors song after the passing of a loved one. I can't even look at it now without breaking down. Same thing with Amazing Grace on bagpipes. I can hear any version of that song imaginable, but I hear it on bagpipes, and I'm done. The Wrath Of Khan ruined me...even now, 37 years later, I can't get passed the first couple of strains without losing it.

 

[shimmerfly]

@Loki Lyesmith Yes it's a powerful poem and Amazing Grace is haunting on bagpipes.
All that comes to mind right now is Rider's on the Storm.....Huge Door's fan here.