The share your poem(s) thread

[ticklishscribe]

OK all you poets out there, it's time to share your creative sides with the rest of the members here, so post your favorite written poems. Here's one of mine.

This was written like a North West Coast "First Nations" (Indian) legend.​

The Sound of Your Own Voice.

Cheeky Raven, you call to me
from high atop your perch
under the Granville St. bridge.

I answer back with a wry smile,
and thank you for giving us
the sun and the moon.

How you stole the sun’s shadow
by cutting it off with a clamshell
which you threw into the air.

And when the sun left the day,
its shadow which you named moon,
gave us light to the darkness.

But there is no light on you raven,
only your shadow,
and no clamshell for me
to separate the two of you with.

Now I know why the sun is always smiling…

c.​

 

[Leo tickles]

'Time
Lonely oh so lonely, on such a snowy night.
Is it aggression you see, or is it just fright?
I'm sitting in a room, and the fire still burns.
I look outside, and realize how quickly the clock turns.
First the summer, watching kids play in the pool.
What was I doing? Oh yeah, I was sitting alone like a fool.
Then comes fall, where the leaves get raked,
and then out of nowhere winter, where cookies get baked.
But in my life it's all the same,
the lion in me people always trying to tame.
And no matter how quickly the clock turns, I want you to know... THE FIRE STILL BURNS.



You fucked me over, then begged for me back.
But I told you to lick my fucking sack.
You are a worthless skank, a lying *****.
I want something better, I want something more.
You can't have me, your thoughts are scattered.
You know you don't deserve me, your dreams are now shattered.


I never was able to say goodbye,
I couldn't even watch you die.
In the hospital, I saw your eyes filled with fright,
And I knew it was your last night.
You scarred me for life, and you will remain unforgiven,
It's my thirst for vengeance, it's desire that keeps me driven.
I always wished you'd die, but not before I ask you... WHY?


Soon.
I'm missing you in my life, you are all I need.
I took the first step, I planted my first seed.
Soon the darkness will end and I will get what I deserve.
I'm sick and tired of listening to a voice say "just observe".
Once I'll get you I'll finally be free,
From the scars that life put on me.
You are what I'm missing and I have a feeling,
That soon, you will complete my healing.
Depression will be gone and there will be no more bets,
I'm sure once I get you, there will be no regrets.
For now though I'm biding my time
And soon I'm taking what's rightfully mine.
And I won't be denied,
Because all I have left is my pride.
SOON....



Before you go to sleep tonight, I would like for you to read this.
It seems like you found it, but my poem will help prove Caroline is not bliss.
She has 3 kids, been married twice.
She thinks you and love is a simple game of dice.
Going there Friday is like suicide.
She'll probably make you do drugs in any way she can, even if it's your dick she has to ride.
My point is I don't want to lose you over this bitch.
You should do to her what we did to the other girl, plain and simple, ditch.
But I know you won't listen to my poem or anything I say.
You are messing with fire and a deadly game you play.
Hypnotized you may be, but happy surely not.
If she's what I think she is, you will surely get shot.
As this poem ends your mind turns with thoughts of pain and sadness.
But what kind of girl who's 22 would like you in 1 day, that's pure madness.
As this poem ends I want you to know.
It's not worth losing me over some fucking ho.


The last one is about 2-4 years for my cousin, just in case anybody cares.

I write a new one every morning when I wake up. Those are some of my older ones.

 

[Deleted member 66627]

Simon the landscape gardening man
Will turn his hand to what he can
So not just gardens attract his attention
Its not just horticultural dedication
It’s to the wives of clients he is drawn
As he tends to garden and to lawn
And when he’s finished laying the patios
He lays the client's wife before he goes

 

[ticklebunny 2]

"DREAMS" by TickleBunny 2

Close your eyes and dream of me.
Dream tonight..of things that might be.
Walk with me, guide me through the night.
Both of us knowing everything is alright.
You talk with me and you make me smile.
We stop and look at the stars for a while.
Run your fingers through my beautiful hair.
Tell me you will always be there.

For in my dreams one thing is true.
You know how much I care for you.
Understanding I see when I look in your eyes.
A bond no one could ever disguise.
You are my true hero and my best friend.
Then we laugh and our voices seem to blend.
Then you whisper to me "have no fear"
And I know in my heart you will always be near.

Then when we awaken from our dreams knowing no matter how hard life seems or how many troubles may come our way that we know magically everything will be ok.
Because we have found something very rare.
A closeness that is not afraid to dare.
So we make it through another day not minding what others might say.

I sincerely hope you agree to have sweet dreams of me. I will certainly think on these things too when I have my wonderful sweet dreams of you...

I wrote this many years ago-wrote this in junior high when I was in 8th grade-this is one of my poems that I have created, yes I write poetry and I love writing. How I create my poetry is I express my feelings on paper-poetry wise-a great wonderful creative outlet for me-love to write poetry. It has been very therapeutic and very emotionally cathartic for me to be honest, always helps.

I sincerely hope all of you enjoy this, let me know your thoughts please share feedback on what you think. This is really the first love poem I created-that was really special and neat, wrote other great poems-but this one is one of my favorites.

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Thanks ticklishscribe for sharing with me about this really neat awesome poetry thread you created, just posted one of my favorite poems that I had written a really long time ago, think you will enjoy reading it, hope you like it, let me know what you think. Love feedback, thanks again scribe. Love reading poetry and glad and happy to be able to contribute to this awesome thread. *smiling bunny giving you great big hug*

 

[ticklishscribe]

A lovely one Bunny, what did you think of mine. ​

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Ticklish Scribe-I really liked your poem, it was a very nice thought out poem, nice flow to the words and greatly described, real good poem.
Great job, congrats on a real good poem.

 

[chicago]

I live in the dark these days.
Pupils dilated always.
The buzz of the fluorescent lights is making my skin age.
And the cold air stings when I get off of work.
As I wait for the bus with the back-aching hurt.
And the other degenerates huddle in on themselves.
Their eyes are sunken in to their heads,
Just like their bodies are sunken in from the wind.
But this life ain't mine.
I'm just livin' it for a temporary time,
you see.

And there's snow in my shoes and my toes are blue.
The bus driver nods, he says "How're you?"
I nod back, give no reply.
Ain't no way to answer that when you feel black as the sky.
My gloves got holes, but they're keepin' me warm.
Against this wind, against this storm.
I take a seat at the back and wipe my runny nose on my sleeve.
It's midnight and the heaviness is weighing on me.

The lady nearby is mumbling softly a homeless person's poem.
And I'm followin' the spirit of King Jeroboam.
I'm kicking the grime off my shoe as we pass the old Cabrini Green
With it's boarded up windows and singed siding.
I close my eyes when we roll by the wannabe Fifth Avenue.
Two whole blocks of things I hate.
Big-ticket salons and rich people's bait.
I'll be there someday, but I gotta wait.

This bus is like a moose, big and bumbling down the street
Me bumping along as I sit in my seat
And we're closin' in on my side of town
Where what's up is down and everyone's a clown
I pull the string to make the bell ring
Meanin' I wanna get off this thing
This hellacious vehicle to nowhere
Passengers with sullen stares

The transvestite ***** gives me a dirty look that I pretend not to see
'Cause I'm walkin' on her turf and I'm prettier than she
But I don't mean no harm, just tryin' to get home
Kickin' cans and trudging through the loam
The bars are lettin' out and it's an interesting sight
To see beers fallin' and two drag queens fight
But I gotta go to bed so I succumb to the night
And sing my own lullaby
"Everything's gonna be alright"

 

[tickledorange]

I wrote this one for an English class a few years ago:

For Ryan

You come in quietly
and listen to my breathing
as you walk toward me slowly.
I cannot see you.
my head can't cock that way,
so I listen with my head on the table
and sense only your presence.
"Hello, lovely," you say, resting your hands on my sides.
"Welcome back, love," I say in a nervous tone,
pulling my arms against knotted bonds in anticipation.
You say nothing this time, watching me clench my fists.
Your hands now form spiders on my ribs
and dig full force into the flesh that surrounds them.
My face contorts when these sensations hit my nerves.
I hold back the laughter,
but I know there's no use,
No Escape.
So a loud "Ha" belts from my lungs
to which several others consecutively follow.
I plead and beg with you,
"Stop please, I can't take anymore!"
but my expression says "Yes! Keep going! I can't get enough!"
You smile at my eyes
while planting tickles into my underarms.
My laughter turns to high squeals
then silent laughter
while I pull wildly at the ropes that hold my hands and feet.
Eventually, my lungs can't circulate the basement air
and laughter turns to wheezing and coughing.
You stop abruptly,
untie me,
and help me escape from my ticklish prison.
I throw my arms around you and lay
my head on your shoulder softly.
You close your eyes behind me
and listen as I say,
"Thank you, Master."

 

[BostonTickling]

Not really a poem... I think lyrics are acceptable though

All the rooms are empty
The workers hands are worn
Living for a dream
That is all but gone
Children wait on daddy
Just one more book to read
Close your eyes, and hushabye
Daddy has to leave
The world rests heavy on his shoulders
The eyes of his soul grow older
What makes the man
when the darkness comes,
and you dream of home.
Far away somewhere, walking slow
with the cross alone.
And still your heart believes,
but you don't know what it means.
Don't know what it means to be a man.

All the rooms are empty
The workers hands are worn
Pennies for tomorrow
Children have all grown
Daddy looks for reasons
to peak in empty rooms
Theres nothing left, no memories
Just tomorrows gone to soon.
The world rests heavy on his shoulders
The eyes of his soul grow older
What makes the man
when the darkness comes,
and you dream of home.
Far away somewhere, walking slow
with the cross alone.
And still your heart believes,
but you don't know what it means.
Don't know what it means to be a man.
What makes the man?

 

[xionking]

Poetry Thread

In light of Ticklishscribe's idea, here is a poetry thread. Let's see people's poetic side, and then folks can say what they think and give general feedback.

I'll start ey:

when the kingdom falls and we all become undone
the values we cherish are now what makes us vulnerable
this is the failure of society
the tyriad of abuse carried out to those we call weak
when really we assume this because we do not let them speak
this is the failure of society
the victim cries but all we hear is the offputting denial
that allows the killer to walk away into the darkness once again
this is the failure of society
say this is all a dream and in my sleep i make believe
that the rich share to those selected few who are unlucky to be
the failures of society
it's not a cheat, it's a choice, a vision's plague, a human voice
to tell you that life has no meaning
it's just a deadend street we can't get passed
the one up top has brains below the average slave down at the bottom
and the scale, it makes no sense, its not supposed to rank your class
but when you look you cannot help to take a peak at what is there
one at the top and the rest down the bottom, now that's not fair?
to carry out a system that puts one above the rest?
who just like us was brought into the world like a maggot to infest
upon the billions and millions of people who just don't see
the failure of society
so dark the hole, and so deep the scar that not even the brightest
of those could make the par because it all has to make sense
we cannot wallow in our pity, have a head full of a regret
it isn't real, but what is right? we spin the wheel to see the sight
that we behold down the line is just a simple little lie
the generations we corrupt are the ones who'll be here when we're not
so, who's holding back?
i'm not...
in this ironic state i caught
an unlikely path to walk that leaves the past behind
it won't be the breakdown of our love lives or the incest in our families
it will be the failure of society.

-Xionking

 

[lilyisticklish]

Ooo you opened a can of worms.... Now which poem do I choose out of the many I have written lol.

I am going to post two. One is light and happy and the second shows snippets of life.

If anyone is interested I have all of my work on postpoems.com/members/laghorses

Peace
All is quiet and still.
Take a big breath.
Now let it out slow.
Look at the glow.
The sun's glow.
As it dips below
Below the horizon.
Look at the colors,
The hues of pink
Blended with blue and yellow
The sky is ablaze
But all around is a deep quiet
As though nature itself
Is in awe of the beauty
the beauty of the sunset
And all around in this quiet
Is a feeling of peace
Fill your heart with this peace
For soon it will end
And reality will kick in
As the last rays of the sun
sink below the horizon
nature resumes its hustle and bustle
and you return to your busy life
there to await the next sunset
and the next moment of peace

© Lila Grover

Self Portrait
1
A lone figure perches precariously in the window
A book in hand,
She sees not the book but stares fixedly at some unknown object.
Emotions flit across her face like dancing butterflies
Pausing for a moment or several only to be chased away by the next.
2
A girl dances in the rain oblivious to the calculating stares directed her way.
She feels free to do as she wishes,
Their opinions mean nothing to her!
She hears the music and sees the beauty that they disdain.
3
Surrounded by a few close friends she giggles
Relating the newest events with her crush
She gazes outside of the circle and
Blushes ten different shades of red as she spots her crush.
She hurries over to talk to him
He gives her a big hug and her smile stretches from ear to ear
4
Eyes glistening with unshed tears she slowly lowers the phone.
Another heartbreaking conversation with one she loves
It promised to be a good talk but in the end all it brought was pain.
5
Her hair has been curled,
Her eyes sparkle,
She is afraid to sit down, it might crush her dress.
The doorbell rings! The time is here.
She has waited for this magical night forever.
Hours later she stands outside, a solitary figure in the dark
And in the quiet stillness she cries
The bitter tears of disappointment and pain.


© Lila Grover

Hey you asked lol.

 

[Leo tickles]

This thread is the same as the one made by Ticklish Scribe.
It's okay though, poetry has a chance of getting off a good vibe.
The words say one thing the true meaning is unclear.
There was once a truck driver that hit a deer.
The deer then died and the driver was sad.
The hulk is green, don't make him mad.


That was an on the spot poem that was all over the place. I just started typing, and that came out. I think it's amusing enough to post.

 

[ticklishscribe]

Time and tide.

The day is soft and inconspicuous...

Fall has arrived,
and I have Garry Point beach practically to myself.
It is the autumn of the day,
and the water quietly sings it's song
upon the shore at my feet.

My dog wanders over
to investigate a young lady studying on the beach,
and from under a dark green baseball cap
she smiles and acknowledges him,
then turns back to her books.

I say hello and apologize for his intrusion,
noticing a brown sweatshirt,
green pants,
blue socks
and sandals.

She smiles and nods in reply,
and for a moment
we briefly become part of each other's shore.

But because of my shyness
and reservation to not go over and talk further,
my mind wanders
to the I saw you section of the RSVP's.

Will I write?
probably not.

I continue walking the beach,
with the occasional glance back
in hopes of a don't go look.

Reaching the far point
I turn and come back,
in hopes that she will be more receptive
to my second passing,
and congenial to bid me stay awhile.
But the moment has passed
and as time and tide wait for no one,
I realize that we are oceans apart.

So I rest on a log
and turn my attention to the seals in the harbour.
Contented am I to watch the harhour seals playing,
yet, out of the corner of my eye
I watch her pack up and leave.
The backpack, used as a pillow
is now filled with books,
and she collects the bicycle that brought her here
and cycles off into a world
that my future will not see.

Left alone I continue to walk the beach,
for tomorrow is another tide
and today is but a wave's memory.

c.

 

[ticklishscribe]

The Voice of the Tide.

I believe
a wave can be as powerful
as the roar of the sea,
or the silence
of a tidal pool.

c.​

 

[ticklishscribe]

The uncertain waves.

Why is it
I want to stand on the shores
Of Long Beach,
and look as far as I can see
across the Pacific Ocean.

I hope that my binoculars
will aid me in the task
of viewing you in Honk Kong.

What I view is my heart and soul
adrift on the tide.
I hear the surf echoing my heart beat

The wind intensely blows your voice around me
but the words and message have lost their meaning
in the distance between us.

In a Tide pool below me,
a glass fish float,
crystal-clear and opaque
nestles itself against a rock.

Could this be your message?
Has this traveled the many miles
so that I may pick it up.

c.​

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Time and tide. By Ticklishscribe

The day is soft and inconspicuous...

Fall has arrived,
and I have Garry Point beach practically to myself.
It is the autumn of the day,
and the water quietly sings it's song
upon the shore at my feet.

My dog wanders over
to investigate a young lady studying on the beach,
and from under a dark green baseball cap
she smiles and acknowledges him,
then turns back to her books.

I say hello and apologize for his intrusion,
noticing a brown sweatshirt,
green pants,
blue socks
and sandals.

She smiles and nods in reply,
and for a moment
we briefly become part of each other's shore.

But because of my shyness
and reservation to not go over and talk further,
my mind wanders
to the I saw you section of the RSVP's.

Will I write?
probably not.

I continue walking the beach,
with the occasional glance back
in hopes of a don't go look.

Reaching the far point
I turn and come back,
in hopes that she will be more receptive
to my second passing,
and congenial to bid me stay awhile.
But the moment has passed
and as time and tide wait for no one,
I realize that we are oceans apart.

So I rest on a log
and turn my attention to the seals in the harbour.
Contented am I to watch the harhour seals playing,
yet, out of the corner of my eye
I watch her pack up and leave.
The backpack, used as a pillow
is now filled with books,
and she collects the bicycle that brought her here
and cycles off into a world
that my future will not see.

Left alone I continue to walk the beach,
for tomorrow is another tide
and today is but a wave's memory.
__________________
TicklishScribe,

Wow what a incredible beautiful poem, really pretty and a real heart tugger too. I loved the awesome sensory details of the beach and the descriptions of the ocean water and the waves.
I really like and love the natural sweet rhythmn and flow that eloquently is demonstrated vividly in this poem. I love this poem, Time and Tide-one of your best poems

I also loved the voice of the tide too, keep up the fantastic work, love reading your poems, always a treat and a joy to read them; enjoy your stories also very much. So thanks, devoted fan

 

[ticklebunny 2]

I also love the poem Uncertain waves scribe. Love that peom that you wrote. It so beautiful mysterious and exquisitely written in such a tender and sweet way. Excellent job

 

[ticklishscribe]

Why thank you Bunny, I'm glad you like them.​

 

[ticklebunny 2]

"Laughter" by TickleBunny 2
(acrostic poem)

Lingering
Adventurous
Uncontrollable
Giggling
Humorous
Teasing
Enthusiastic
Rippling

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Yes Scribe really do like and love your poems. You are very gifted and very talented when it comes to expressing yourself on paper or by pen or keyboard, sooo awesome. Love reading your poems. Hugs to you friend.

 

[ticklishscribe]

When tickleshotel was at her worst ebb, she would call me. And as down as she was, she always made it known to me that she was determined to soar above adversity and make her own way. It was those phone calls and that tenacious and indomitable spirit of hers that inspired me to write this song for her.

For those of you of a non nautical nature. "Full and bye" is an old nautical term. When the helmsman reported the ship to be full and bye, he meant the vessel was making the most efficent use of the sails as the vessel proceeded "close-hauled," or as near into the wind as possible.


Sailing on a Dream.

There's a ship out on the ocean
and she's racing with the wind
on a fair tide that's turning her home.
With the stars in the sky to guide her
and the sun to warm her way
which ocean she chooses to roam.

Now she's cresting on the water
and she's breaching like a whale
on a course that's as true as can be.
she's an ocean going stallion
and her sails are her mane
she's a thoroughbred of the sea.

And that ship I see as you
out on the ocean blue
and your sails they are filled with the breeze.
I see you full and bye
ore' the ocean you fly
making your own way on the sea.

There's a quiet and sheltered harbour
that will welcome you one day
as you drop anchor in some friendly home.
but the sea will always call you
she'll be tugging at your heart
and soon ore' the ocean you'll roam.

And that ship I see as you
out on the ocean blue
and your sails they are filled with the breeze.
I see you full and bye
ore' the ocean you fly
making your own way on the sea.

Now the trade winds whisper softly
their spirit's calling you
your yearning has come you want to stray.
it's your free spirit that does guide you
and you do not stay to long
for it's calling you onward today.

Now your bow is pointed seaward
and the shore is off your stern
with a morning tide sailing you away.
For the rainbow that you're sailing
it is cresting on the dawn
your anchor is raised, you're on your way.

And that ship I see as you
out on the ocean blue
and your sails they are filled with the breeze.
I see you full and bye
ore' the ocean you fly
making your own way on the sea.

And that ship I see as you
out on the ocean blue
and your sails they filled with the breeze.
I see you full and bye
ore' the ocean you fly
making your own way on the sea
making your own way oh so free

c.​

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[ticklebunny 2]

"Your Eyes" by TickleBunny 2

A sapphire reminds me of your eyes for the way they hypnotize. Sparkle with serenity. Make you fall in love all too readily! They say a diamond is a girl's best friend. But my love for you will never end! Your smile is precious just like you. We will
see our love through and through!

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Awwwwwwwwww this is I have to say is one of my all time favorite poems that you have written and got me addicted and totally loving to read your poems scribe, such a great heart and awesome poet and a terrific tickle erotica writer.
First time I read this, it brought tears to my eyes when tickleshotel showed me this poem, still love this poem dearly so sweet of you to write this poem, make it a song for her. Love this poem Sailing on A Dream

 

[ticklishscribe]

Thank you Bunny, you honor me deeply with your touching words.

She is one of the guiding lights here and that tenacious and indomitable spirit of hers inspires me greatly. She will forever have a place in the warm harbour that is my heart.​