Post by kpyro12002 on Dec 22, 2005 0:28:34 GMT -5
(these are some poems i wrote durring my poetry class.)
1
Just Asking
Dear God,
Hi, how are you
today? I’m pretty good
I just had some
questions I thought I
could ask you. How
are my parents? Oh
and why did you
kill them anyway?
Just asking. I mean
sure, my mom didn’t
like you very much.
But my dad sure
Did. He always put
one hundred dollars in
the offering plate each
each week. Double if
he missed a week.
But I won’t dwell
there’s certainly too much
to life to dwell
on one thing. But
anyways, what about
my boyfriend. Why did
you take that job
from him? And have
his dad kick him
out so young? Did
you know that he’s
living out of his
car? He can’t really
afford much to eat
he feels so worthless.
You should see what
He’s doing to himself.
I don’t think he’ll
Make it much longer….
Oh, and I have
this friend that’s always
depressed. No matter how
good things are, she
can’t stay happy. Why
is that God? I
don’t understand. But I
guess I should stop
worrying only about the
things that affect me.
That’s pretty selfish. So,
there are these people
in other countries, they
are always so hungry
and so sick. Can’t
you help them? Can’t
you make other people
want to make them
better? Plus there are
all these wars, people
keep dying but nothing
ever gets better. I
guess that’s the root
of all my questions.
People keep dying and
hurting but nothing ever
gets better. Anyway, I
just wanted to ask.
Someone told me that
you’re supposed to be
In charge and that
I’m supposed to bring
all this stuff to
you. I mean no
disrespect, but I think
they just didn’t want
to answer me. Anyway,
I’ll talk to you
tomorrow, tell your son
I said hi. Oh
and I almost forgot;
In the name of
The Father, The Son
and The Holy Spirit.
Amen.
2.(this was my first ever love poem)
Happy Ending
Too many poems about death,
About pain, about blood.
Every work is a new story.
Of what living has done to me.
But now life’s writing me a new chapter.
One that is not quite so sad.
I may even venture to hope,
That it may have a happy ending.
What a concept.
So I’ll take a few days off work,
And enjoy a nice long drive.
When I get to where I’m going,
I’ll see a face I’ve missed.
But the face isn’t the important part,
It’s the arms clasped around my back.
A bright smile.
A firm embrace.
And suddenly I’m home again.
Neither of us will let go.
My eyes tear up,
His do too.
I don’t know how I stayed away,
Or how I’ll go back.
Hours later
He holds me in the dark,
Thinking I’m asleep.
He sings badly in the sweetest whisper,
As his fingers stroke my cheek.
My angel I hear,
Right before it all fades.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll lose it all.
And I’ll be back at pain, death, and blood.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
This is the first of many,
Happy endings left to come.
3.Sweet Meat-Loaf
Rich maroon and forest green,
In the domain of this domestic queen.
She stands perplexed over the stove,
Where something smells and something grows.
A pink blob in the pot begins to fester.
My mother’s face shows the trouble she’d weather,
For this meal, salmon colored, sweet in taste.
Add ketchup, chew fast, with polite haste.
“What is it Mom?” I ask sounding kind.
“Ham loaf.” She says. Has she lost her mind?
Maybe dad might try it. Just a little bit.
Dad does try it, and immediately spits.
His face contorts. His lip curls up.
“Are you trying to kill me, what is this, what?!”
“Sweet meat-loaf” I say, picking at my plate.
He grumbles, then smokes, framing his fate.
Mom cries for the meal. Her sickness is growing.
Dad on the porch. It’s cancer he’s sowing.
Me in the middle, hating this same old way,
Never knowing I’d miss, sweet-meatloaf days.
4.Couch Potato Days and Late Night T.V.
You'll sleep when youre dead
at the planetary drive thru
food with a face and it's calling you mom
pathenon to human eating contest
the futures scarier than the past
pull the plug but make sure to tell the doctor first
dare to keep dogs off drugs
midget coke addicts mistaken for child laborers
i draw the line at meat wad
whoever said tv is bad for you
(this poem was written while wacthing adult swim on cartoon network)
5.Poison
I swear that I am poison
Something is wrong with me
I break everything I touch
Literally
I am a Bad omen to man kind
And more so to machine
If technology had instincts
It would hide from me
I destroy human relationships
I make even the strongest man cry
Don’t get near me
Leave some space
Or I’ll devastate your life too
If you invite me into your home
Then I will smash your toys
And spill your juice
If you invite me into your life
Then will make you want to die
The funny thing is
I’m not even trying
And I don’t even want it
I am cursed
I am poison
(ok well thats it for now plz review)
