Poem of yourself

[Skikamukazi]

To any poets in the FFR community:

If any of you would like to write a poem of yourself, I would enjoy reading it. I don't really write poetry, but I love reading it so much.

I urge any poets to post a poem of their own that reflects themself or tells a story about themself. I don't know why but self-reflection poetry is my favorite.

[SethSquall]

This is funny as I was writting a poem about how my days start. Hope you enjoy it. This peom is written in one paragraph becuase I wanted it to be like a short story sorta.

I wake and let my security wash off my body leaving me exposed to the radiation of consciousness. I can feel it sticking. I show the world my appreciation with a sigh and hide back under my blanket. Like an illness I watch my dream fade grey and leave me, angry that I left so suddenly. My brain explodes with the tasks of today and I show my response yet again with a sigh. Testing its patience until it snaps at me to get up and start another meaning mean less day. Stuck in the limbo that’s my temple I prepare for breakfast and cancer. This day shall be mine and i shall start off on the good foot and smoke a cigarette until I feel the satisfaction of my brain swim in the nicotine. Clouding my senses and spinning me around. I wonder to myself if I will find anything that’s symbolic and reassures me that I am not just someone that exists, not just a statistic. Maybe that is symbolic. Statistics

[Tokzic]

This peom is written in one paragraph

aka it's not a poem

[Skikamukazi]

Besides the fact that it doesn't really look like a poem, it's fairly good. Were you depressed or drunk when you wrote this?

[sleeplessdragn]

As I often go from house to house, when night’s drape falls;
Today I stopped atop a hill and listened for the city’s calls.
And what lie beneath how I would not dare,
Today is what caressed my eyes, what dropped my jaw.

My pretty friend beside me nudging my seat
Her eyes infer my thoughts without a beat.
Her hand she waved in front of my face
Whilst the golden blankets of lights form their sheet.

She calls my name, her voice a distant snow
Tries to pull my mind back from its clutching crow
Glistening beyond beauty’s name, all but fake
The black city’s lights flaunt their enticing show.

This image is awe, makes my skin bubble with smiles
But the night is young and I have many more miles,
Loads of work and endless piles,
Loads of work and endless piles.


This was a class assignment response on a Robert Frost poem.

[SethSquall]

Besides the fact that it doesn't really look like a poem, it's fairly good. Were you depressed or drunk when you wrote this?

Just myself. Im always on a sorta low note though. So I Guess yea I was depressed when I wrote that. I dont drink.

aka it's not a poem

Many poems are written in paragraphs and many poems tell short storys. That poem was going to be a first paragraph of a short story of a day in the life of me. Although I liked it as just a poem of my mornings. So I kept it that way. Thanks for the CC though..... found it helpful.

Sleepless dragon, I thought that poem was awesome.

[s_dave777]

The paragraph thing wasn't bad.

This is short but it is about myself.


My first self is the last
My second self the first
The first self dies, crying
What will become
Can only be

[SethSquall]

The paragraph thing wasn't bad.

This is short but it is about myself.


My first self is the last
My second self the first
The first self dies, crying
What will become
Can only be

I thought that was really cool. Its short but it sorta says alot. Hope that makes sence to you or anybody else really.


Edit: 100th post woooo

[s_dave777]

Thanks, it sounds like you understood it. I was worried nobody would.

Grats on 100th.

[FoJaR]

KIIIIIIIIING OF THE JUNGLE
AWOOOO AWOOWOOO OOOO
ME MAKE FIRE
ME MAKE HOT FIRE
BOOURNNNNS

can you smell it?
that bastard, smoking on his cigarette?
we'll show him a thing or two.

AWOOOO WOOOWOOO OOOOO

[Skikamukazi]

KIIIIIIIIING OF THE JUNGLE
AWOOOO AWOOWOOO OOOO
ME MAKE FIRE
ME MAKE HOT FIRE
BOOURNNNNS

can you smell it?
that bastard, smoking on his cigarette?
we'll show him a thing or two.

AWOOOO WOOOWOOO OOOOO

That made me want a ciggarette...

[FoJaR]

you must be a bastard

[terence1357]

aight

I have no life.
The computer merely seals my life in it's hard secky body.
**** shes hott.

**** IM A DUMBASS
**** IM AN IDIOT
**** IM A LOWLIFE
**** *****BITCH

[SethSquall]

**** IM A DUMBASS
**** IM AN IDIOT
**** IM A LOWLIFE
**** *****BITCH

Don't be so modest.

[Skikamukazi]

**** shes hott

Describe her in detail please.

[SethSquall]

aka it's not a poem

Also known as not a poem?