💠 𝕆𝔽𝔽𝕀ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃 Poetry Corner - (may contain adult material)

[MissKitti]

THIS THREAD IS FOR PEOPLE TO POST FAVORITE AND/OR FUNNY POEMS,

FEEL FREE TO ADD POEMS YOU HAVE CREATED OR JUST POEMS YOU LIKE​

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cRAYz by: cRAYz Those Who Knew Me by: *Unknown* The second coming by: William Butler Yeats *Untitled* by: Dean T. Johnson Sacrifice by: Dean T. Johnson *Unknown Title* by: *Unknown* Long Distance Longing by: Janor Forgive Me by: Janor On Yonder Hill by: Alien4 After My Death by: *Unknown* Thinking Of Home by: cRAYz On A Cannibal Isle by: TGx I'm A Soldier by: cRAYz The Soldier Gives by: cRAYz Time Passes by: cRAYz A Home To Live In by: cRAYz What Happened To America by: cRAYz Up In The Causeway by: a.random.persona Knives Of Halling Dale by: anonymous The Elephant's a Pretty Bird by: villageidiot

Thorned Rose by: ArtificeBlade In The Deep by: ArtificeBlade The Pirate by: Trinketbell The Long Dark by: aristaZ To Be Called A Man by: Tasos Leivaditis Headphones by: greenconverse Smokers/Suckers (or a song about betting) by: Gljivuns . by: . by: . by: . by: . by: . by: . by: . by: . by:

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[MissKitti]

Here's one of my oldest favorites....

Spoiler: beware ! adult language

I was here....
But now I've gone!
I've left my name,
to turn you on !?

Spoiler: 2nd verse

Coz' those who knew me...
knew me well !
But the rest of you,
can go to Hell !

 

[MissKitti]

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[MissKitti]

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​	1. SACRIFICE They drove HER up on the Shoreline, a small SACRIFICE, ... Against, the BIG-BIG picture and Waifs, CARVED their initials on Her fractured ribs. And They Tore Her masts and scattered Her rigging a small sacrifice against the big picture and Waifs, carved their initials on her SHATTERED ribs.​ WRITTEN BY: D.T JOHNSON​
2. *UNTITLED* We peel the skin in sheets exposing tendons, bone & meat. Squat on haunches, grin and eat mayhap life is then complete. I've always known we are but meat.​ WRITTEN BY: D.T JOHNSON​	3. UNKNOWN TITLE Whole Pussy out dirt in my mouth I sing a little ditty as I stroll down South Bone removal, without approval. I found your name & address on the Google.​ AUTHOR: UNKNOWN​

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[MissKitti]

Written / created and supplied by Janor⭐️​

 

[MissKitti]

Written / created and supplied by Janor⭐️​

 

[MissKitti]

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[MissKitti]

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@Prom3th3uS Posted at 2018-06-07 03:46:04

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[MissKitti]

Thinking of Home

When I Think Of Home I Think Of:
pumpkin pies,
mulberry trees,
fields of corn,
bumble bees,
pastures,
farm animals,
sun brewed tea,
morning & afternoon chores,
my brother Jay & me
acres of farmland,
tractors and combines,
country living,
homecooked meals,
corn & beans growing,
harvest time,
Because when I think of home I think of Heaven
I think of all thats kind
When I think of home FAMILY comes to mind.


by: cRAYz​

 

[superbikemike]

hey kitty

 

[MissKitti]

cRAYz

I am cRAYz
your crazy
Together we are cRAYz

Dating was crazy
Being in love with each other is crazy

crazy yesterday
crazy today
crazy tomorrow

being crazy has got us this far
cRAYz is just who we are.

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

On a cannibal isle near Malaysia
Lives a lady they call Anastasia.
Not Russian elite-
She's eager to eat
Whatever or whoever lays her.

- courtesy of : TGx​

 

[MissKitti]

I'm A Soldier...

the pain of a wound,
the pain of the bullet passing through me,
living with this anger in me,
I'm a soldier, I love this about me.

walking the streets with respect,
to make it perfect,
free from any threat,
away from any kind of death,
I've faced death a million times
so families can dine,
I'm a soldier, i love this about me.

dodging ied's, bullets, and landmines,
to see kids smiling across the borderlines,
I have no regrets being a soldier,
I've taken a lot upon my shoulder,
facing bullets, being brave and bolder,
I'm a soldier, I love this about me.

emotionless, and fearless,
seeing blood every day, I am merciless,
I'm not a killing machine, I'm just a human being,
i show no mercy in my eyes, no love in my cries,
I'm a soldier, I love this about me.

terrible places
tough, grim faces,
dark, frightening nights,
missing my lovely wife,
memories of a decent life,
leaving the war,
no more pain anymore
I'm a soldier, i love this about me.

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

The Soldier Gives....

the soldier gives...
the right to bear arms,
carrying his weapon into wars,
the soldier keeps us safe from harm,
defending us on all foreign shores

the soldier gives...
the right to protest,
standing up against everything that is wrong,
the soldier keeps us safe when we rest,
defending through nights so long

the soldier gives...
the right to free speech,
speaking what is on his mind,
the soldier keeps our safety in reach,
leaving his friends, family and home behind,

the soldier gives...
the right to free press,
the stories he will have to tell,
the soldier keeps us safe from distress,
by going through a living hell

the soldier gives...
the right to religious freedom,
taking a moment to stop and pray,
the soldier keeps us safe from things to come,
being on the battlefield every day.

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

Time Passes

The seconds pass...
We take a look back...
At what our lives had held...
The minutes pass...
Seeing what fell through the cracks...
Parts of our lives were so compelled...
The hours pass...
Thinking what we learned...
What we taught...
What we forgot...
The days pass...
Wishing a lot could be returned...
For things we have earned...
Wishing we would of never fought...
Hoping bad things are forgot...
Years pass...
Standing alone...
Boy have they all grown...
Married and gone...
and on their own...
Your life passes...
You stand very proud...
Looking at how they raise their own...
You did well...
Live on...
Be strong...
You did nothing wrong...

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

A Home To Live In

Encounters with destiny
coming together
two hearts beating in perfect harmony
melting into each other
desiring the same thing
finding their home together
in any kind of weather
living the dream
as the perfect team!

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

What Happened America?

America, America
What happened to America?
People are fighting
There is war and chaos
There is pain and death
There is turmoil and crime

America, America
What happened to America?
People are dying
People are crying
We are striving to stay alive

America, America
What happened to America?
The land of the free?
Where did it go?
The home of the brave?
America, America
What happened to America?

Morals are diminishing
They don't seem to exist!
This country is doomed!
Move away from your wicked ways!
Turn back from your sinful ways!
Look at yourself America!

by: cRAYz​

 

[MissKitti]

UP IN THE CAUSEWAY

Up in the causeway,
We sit on the broken chairs,
swilling the cheap vodka,
and talking about dares.

the colours of our fingers,
are bright aerosol blues,
and the smell of the paint,
filters thru as fumes.

as the vodka takes its toll,
we talk about heaven,
and also of hell,
while we throw the empty cannons in the bin.

Our hoodies zipped tight,
and the masks sit firm,
we write,
and only think short term.

by: a.random.persona​

 

[MissKitti]

This is an old Norwegian drinking poem passed down in my family that was often sung during weddings back in the old viking days.
It was actually banned in the late 1800's as it was believed to be the devils tune.

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In the hardened days of yore
when with beer and brawn

the knives of Halling Dale
from their sheaths were often drawn

when women to the feast
funeral shirts would bring

with which they would swathe
their dead husbands in

there once took place a a wedding
somewhere in Hemse Dale

where song and dance had ceased
and the men did ring the vale.

In the center of the floor
framed by broad-shouldered men

stood two with knives unsheated
and a leather belt round them

And like columns carved
unmoving, serene

stood four other men
as guardians of the scene

They lifted burning torches
toward the blackened beams

where curls of smoke collected
to a dark and brooding streams

In vain two women try
howling, to stem

the living wall of bodies
raised before them

Angrily they're thrown back
and left to despair

while the fiddler quietly sidles
towards the cellar stair.

Down he goes to tap the beer
for the winner of the fight

may have need to kiss
the rim of the bowl tonight.

Within the belt they'll duel,
blood running like sap

the vein will need refilling
from the beer casket tap.

But entering the cellar
he saw a bluish glow

someone sitting on the casket
tuning fiddle, holding bow.

But this one held backwards
tightly to his chest

and as soon as it was tuned
put his fiddle to the test.

There came a song of wonder;
It rang like angry words,

Like steel bite into wood
Like fists rammed into boards.

It jubilantly roamed
Around the darkened cellar hall

And came to a halt
At the sound of a fall

Quietly the fiddler listened
to the mighty flow

It was like the music's eddies
went down his spine and brow.

He quickly asked the other
"Where did you learn that song?"

The answer: "Don't you mind that,
But remember it - for long!"

But as the fiddler bent down
Reaching for the tap

He beheld a horny hoof
against the casket rap

He forgot to tap the beer
And ran up to the hall

Just as the men were lifting
The body from the fall

Fanitullen it is called
This wild and haunting spell

And in Halling Dale they play it
And they play it well

And when its tune is singing
to beer and feast and brawn

again knives of Halling Dale
from their sheaths are quickly drawn

by: anonymous​

 

[MissKitti]

THE ELEPHANT IS A PRETTY BIRD

The elephant is a pretty bird
It flits from bough to bough

It makes it's nest in the rhubarb trees
And whistles like a crow

It was in the month of Liverpool
In the city of July

The rain was snowing heavily
And the streets were very dry

(hic)

by: villageidiot​