If I die in Vietnam If I die in Vietnam Send a letter to my mom Tell her I died with a grin Putting smoke on Ho Chi Min
I'm a poet and a writing major at college. Here's something I wrote last night as a rememberance to my friend Emily It's a free verse/short story. Emily The train stormed by on the cold winter night. I stood no more than ten feet away from it. I let out a scream My mind let out a scream I screamed into the night As I felt the tornado of steel The cacophony of metal The train go by I felt my mortality How easy it could be to Be swept away with that industrial bullet I felt my mortality I felt my life I felt it all… I was watching a documentary on wine with my friend Ashly, and as she had drifted off to sleep I got up to check something online. The internet, being the monster it was, had given me news I had not expected to hear. I got on Facebook, which I often considered something similar to a great evil consuming teenage life and the ability to go outside. I ran across the following status as soon as I got on… Mandiie HoneyBear Gaines R.I.P Emily Eliot-Gaines 07/07/1995 - 12/03/2011 I cannot believe this.... I will always love and miss you!!!! ♥ please please PLEASE rest in peace ♥ I did a double take and read it again… R.I.P Meaning Rest In Peace… Emily Eliot-Gaines… I know her… Knew her… I felt a coldness overwhelm me A coldness of confusion I had barely known her Yet... I felt like I had lost a great friend I went to Emily’s facebook page to see it completely covered in R.I.P.’s and we’ll miss you’s and tried to go back to the last thing she posted… It gave me no clue as to what happened. I searched online and came across the local news station. Emily had died in a car accident. I had a flashback to earlier in the day. I had gotten a skype friend request from a one redromaniangypsy37. When I accepted it I found that it was Emily. She had been online. I don’t tend to talk to people on Skype but she was online… I had the chance to talk to her. The eeriest feeling in the world Is when you get the chance to say something But you pass it by Because you don’t realize What will happen Next I didn’t know What was going to Happen Next… I texted my roommate Matthew, telling him what had happened and how I felt. He asked if I was okay and asked if he should come home and I told him he didn’t need to come home. He told me to wake up Ashly and get her to coddle me. But I didn’t want to be coddled. I was confused. I felt sick. I felt sad. Pure unadulterated sadness. I barely knew Emily and yet I felt so sad about her passing. I needed to go outside and walk. I needed to feel the cold air. But before I left I wrote on my board outside of my door R.I.P Emily Eliot-Gaines 07/07/1995 To 12/03/2011 I walked the same path I walked the same path that I walked every night I walked down the sidewalk past the theatre I walked down the sidewalk past the café I walked down to the train tracks Ready To turn around to go the rest of my path But I heard The train coming The loud metal ruckus And I froze The lights started flashing and I heard the warning bells Get Out of The way… The train stormed by on the cold winter night. I stood no more than ten feet away from it. I let out a scream My mind let out a scream I screamed into the night As I felt the tornado of steel The cacophony of metal The train go by I felt my mortality How easy it could be to Be swept away with that industrial bullet I felt my mortality I felt my life I felt it all… And after it passed… I placed my hand under my coat onto my heart. It was beating out of my chest. I felt my life beating out of my chest. My confusion slowly trickled away and I realized that… I realized that… Mortality is quick… I cried as I walked back to my room. I didn’t shed a single tear. But I cried as I walked back to my room…
sounds more like a story then a poem man "There is a destiny that makes us brothers None goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own." -Markham
Life of a Sunset The time had come to welcome the night, The final purge of all the light. The sun still lingered in the sky, Way above like a heaven up high. As it sank behind the hill, It left a yellow shadow; similar to daffodil. But orange was the sky behind, It’s final gift to all mankind. And so it left a reddish haze, In the sky to mark the day’s, End and now that the light has gone, Goodbye red sky and goodbye the sun. This is one of the first poems I wrote as an official poet, but now I tend to write more pony-themed work
Here's one I wrote yesterday: Twang Somebody's monkey Building on dyslexia Herding cattle With words I've said to you An old champaigne box Some chemicals Some rocks Like shoes without socks That old champaigne glass It has been empty For far too long On this desert island I'd push in your earbuds If I were you This is gonna get loud It's gonna split in two The water's murky The brown is the gold You ask for twenty mules To carry your load Oxygen from trees And element number one All over this slip n' slide Doesn't that sound like fun? Correct your heartache Correct your bones Push them back into place And grind them like stones If I had a license I'd take it, and I'd fill her She's sleek machine A paleontology killer Attention children Deficit has attacked Disorder fills them My diagnosis is back Speech is an obstacle Can I climb this wall? You don't seem to be Listening at all This old champaigne bottle Doesn't fit in my shirt If I could walk straight I'd tell you what I've learned Drop all your classes Before someone gets hurt This place is styrofoam And it's going to be burnt
Here's one I just made up now: There once was a pony named Pinkie Who's flank was getting quite stinky, She went for a poo In a portaloo, And now she's feeling a bit kinky. I suck so bad.
Oh man. Poetry, haha. I think everyone has dabbled in poetry at least once in their lives. I'll post 2. First, a haiku I wrote for school several years back. It popped into my head after I realized I'd started getting over the death of my friend. The warm summer breeze blows through my open window as the friend I lost Secondly, one of the only poems of mine that is still in existence. It needs a lot of work, but it doesn't make me cringe like most of my work does xD Pseudo romance Lookin’ for a good time Still hiding the fractures From the last time Whirlwind whirlwind Where will you land? Will we still be together Always hand in hand? The flutters and stutters Always come and go Love to see them to come, Hate to see them go Grinning and smiling We can’t help ourselves Roller coaster dives Still unsure of ourselves Whirlwind whirlwind Where will you land? Will we still be together Always hand in hand? Pseudo romance Lookin’ for a good time Still hiding the fractures From the last time And lastly, my very favorite poem of all time. Teaching The Ape To Write Poems - by James Tate They didn't have much trouble teaching the ape to write poems: first they strapped him into the chair, then tied the pencil around his hand (the paper had already been nailed down). Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear: "You look like a god sitting there. Why don't you try writing something?"
The Legend of Double Rainbow A pony with rainbow wings With multi-colored streaks Flew one way from what it seems After weeks and weeks He never stopped, and never slowed He seemed to get faster and faster Till one thing showed It looked like a disaster The rainbow became thin and he disappeared behind a cone of blinding light Then everything became brigter As the rainbow shot out of his wings in as he increased speed in flight And that was the first sonic rainboom The fastest in flight Became a legend that night
i'm canadian, so i write in french... maybe google translate as a good alternative? Le silence c'est le complice éspéré de la nuit, Il pèse lourd sur celui qui attend l'accord ou le refus. Car si le silence parlerait, il perderait toute raison d'être. Il deviendrait bruyant, comme un homme ivre. Il dirait même les choses interdites. Mais il connait sa force, Parce que, Debout, Au millieu du tulmute, il domine de Haut Tout ceux qui devront se taire pour l'entendre. Et comme il ne dira rien, tous demeureront stupéfaits. Tous auront tort d'avoir tant crié, et surtout déraisonné. On s'interrogera sur la nature de ce mutisme effroyable. Et, sans ouvrir les lèvres, le silence partira /dignement!/ avec ce que tous voulait avoir: le dernier mot.
