Post any poetry you have written here, Be it funny, serious, or biped.

I will start us off.

There's no chance to betray
and waste a fading day
If you wish it all away
You end up in dismay
Cause the truth is
You are in control
And all that you are doing
Is wasting heart and soul.

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

Okay, here's a couple of ser...ser...(cough,cough) *choke* serious ones that I wrote.
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"The Places I Have Been"

In dead of night
A chamber still and dark
As I remember there's a lamp
Its shade a stained glass swirl
Of amber when the light is on.

But now as darkness fills the room
And I, unwilling to assume
My memory will serve me well
As I traverse an unseen floor

Reach out to feel the fragile dome
And then, a slender length of chrome
That leads me upward to the switch
That floods the room with aching light.

And as the man and woman stare
In fear at someone not quite there
And clutch the covers to their faces
Only then I realize

That I have been to many places
Seeing them through other eyes
And as in payment for some sin
I haunt the places I have been.

"Undertow"

Planting the seeds of friends in need
Sprouting from sofas like bug-eyed weeds
Silently, vaguely attempting to be
Defined by some flickering made-for-tv

I find this carpet fascinating
Sight across it sweeps, pulsating
Every point of view, I'm certain
Disappears behind that curtain

To the kitchen someone ventures
Just like walking wind-up dentures
Time has come again, I'm sure
To activate some aperture

Waves of light flow through the door
And figures wash up on the floor
Slowly shifting like the sands
And softly sifting through my hands

I can sense an undertow
Of present tense now long ago
Former lies revealed by latter
Breathe a sigh and feel them scatter

Inside this vacuum absence thrives
A waiting room for wasted lives
Impending doom a voice implies
Within this tomb behind my eyes.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

Bravo biped bravo. I have so much respect for you.

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

Cool!

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

There once was a man from nantucket...

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There is a town that lies in peace,
Devoid of oil, soot, and grease.
The water is pure, the animals clean,
Not a flaw is visibly seen.

In this town are rows of houses,
White picket fences, not a single mouse.
Green front yards, and flower gardens
That frost has never seemed to harden.

This town is blessed to be perfect
And it is, to some effect.
But if one took another look,
One would see the cover
doesn’t fit the book.

The inhabitants of this little town
Are cursed in agony all around.
For it is impossible to be happy
Unless one has first had misery.

Moving On
Childhood days are faded, now
Ne’er to come again.
They went so fast, I don’t know how
We changed to women and men.

To some, this happens very soon
Before they’re very old;
As sick parents’ souls rise to the moon
And leave their bodies cold.

Paying reverence at graves with tact,
‘Cause crying just seems sleazier.
Everyone dies, it’s just a fact,
That doesn’t make it easier.

...have I made you sick, yet? let me try once more.

Following the Pack
A child is born with silver spoon,
Another born with wooden.
When asked the question, “Who will prosper?”
All would say “The first one.”

The wealthy child ignores his tutor,
The poor one thrives in school.
When asked the question, “Who is smarter?”
All respond, “Why, it’s the latter.”

If all were judged by fortune,
And how in public they are seen,
Not by wise heads would our country be run,
But ruled by king and queen.

And here is an excerpt from Poe that I think you will all enjoy:

Thank Heaven! the crisis--
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last--
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.

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"It's a second World War II!"

Here's a poem I wrote called "Death"

Death consumes me
I hate my life
Jesus has failed me because death has consumed me
I have no reason yet to live
Death, here, death, over there
Death consumes me
Kill me now
I wish to die
For Death has consumed me
I enjoy death
Death brings me much pleasure
Death
Death consumes me
I would like to order 2 cheeseburgers and a large fry
Because I wish to die
I want to drive my Escalade
and die, for death
Cadillac makes death cars, i enjoy death
Death is good
The Blue Screen of death is my father
Death... I enjoy that shizzit

And that's some of my HAPPIER poetry!!!