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Post your poems.

saedierose's Avatar saedierose
03:56 AM 07-30-2008
I often write poetry and am going to share one of my poems here since it relates to my beliefs about animal cruelty. Feel free to share yours as well.



P.S = My poem is about animal cruelty and may disturb some people. Read with caution. (scroll down if you want to read it)







































Title: Absolute Torture (The Life of a Battery Hen)



Awakening in the morning,

not to see the sunrise,

but to see another carcass of your own kind.



Walking to get water,

not from the fresh lake,

but from bowls liquid glowing red at all angles.



Taking a first step,

not followed by another,

but the cracking sound of your legs breaking.



Staying there to rest,

not to re-energize,

but in hope that you will take your last breath.



Woke up after that,

not to be in heaven,

but the dark place that you never have left.



One step from water,

not to take it in grace,

but to cry in complete agony of one's body.



Clucking at the human,

no not for food,

but pleading to not get jabbed with needles.



Shutting one's eyes,

not to rest or sleep,

but to cease to exist and rot like the rest.

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Nickle00's Avatar Nickle00
03:58 AM 07-30-2008
Twisting, Spinning

Swerving, Twirling

Cycles, Circles

Energies Emerging

Timeless, Mindless

Emotions Growing

Insecurities Showing



*I wrote this about 5 years ago. This isn't the whole poem but I lost my journal and cannot, for the life of me, remember the rest



E.T.A. Ooops!! Were these supposed to be about animal rights? Mine isn't.
jenna's Avatar jenna
11:37 AM 07-30-2008
i write, too, but i don't ever post'em publicly anymore.
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Nickle00's Avatar Nickle00
12:24 PM 07-30-2008
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Originally Posted by jenna View Post

i write, too, but i don't ever post'em publicly anymore.



Is your writing very personal to you Jenna?
Masja's Avatar Masja
12:42 PM 07-30-2008
I used to have a lot of my poems on the computer, but most of them are still in my original journal where I wrote them. I haven't written in a few years, but this is one I wrote about animal testing back in high school. I'll have to dig some other ones up



Murder by the hands of humanity



In a prison, cold and scared

Screams of pain, sharp teeth bared.

cold metallic, opressive air

Trembling and screaming in despair

Probing steel, seeing black

Can't escape, can't turn back

Suspended by wires, hands and steel

Pain and torment's all they feel.

Blinded by liquids, cut open alive

Injected with chemicals, dissected with knives

Poked with sharp objects, beaten by hands

Breeded for science, and murdered by man

Bound at the legs so they cannot fight

When will we realize that they too have rights?
Larissa's Avatar Larissa
03:50 AM 08-01-2008
I also write. I will have to find a few poems to share here.
Melpomene's Avatar Melpomene
08:50 AM 08-04-2008
I write poetry also, but I don't believe I've ever written one about animal cruelty or animal rights.



Poetry is kind of a release for me.
Valtyr's Avatar Valtyr
03:54 AM 08-17-2008
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saedierose's Avatar saedierose
02:03 PM 08-17-2008
Quote:
Originally Posted by Melpomene View Post

I write poetry also, but I don't believe I've ever written one about animal cruelty or animal rights.



Poetry is kind of a release for me.



It doesn't have to be about animal rights. I just chose to post that one of mine since this is a veg*n discussion board.



Another one of mine...

Title: Time Is Fading.



Im running out of time,

Time to do the things I love,

But what I love is still unknown.

I cant find my passion, my dreams, my thoughts it seems,

I want to aim my arrows straight,

To achieve whats on my mind.

I want to live damn it, live life fine.

But its too hard and this sadness is never far.

Motivations a thing of the past,

I need it back but the past is gone.

It seems that I must wait, but I cant,

Im running out of time.


Valtyr's Avatar Valtyr
03:47 PM 08-17-2008
Quote:
Originally Posted by saedierose View Post

It doesn't have to be about animal rights. I just chose to post that one of mine since this is a veg*n discussion board.



Another one of mine...

Title: Time Is Fading.



Im running out of time,

Time to do the things I love,

But what I love is still unknown.

I cant find my passion, my dreams, my thoughts it seems,

I want to aim my arrows straight,

To achieve whats on my mind.

I want to live damn it, live life fine.

But its too hard and this sadness is never far.

Motivations a thing of the past,

I need it back but the past is gone.

It seems that I must wait, but I cant,

Im running out of time.




I like :-D
GhostUser's Avatar GhostUser
10:15 PM 08-17-2008
Now with the freedom to step where I choose

I’ll follow the passions within my heart.

Never a bright day will be left unused

And only from my own want will I start

Journeys to take me to things yet unseen

And to paths I think I would like to tread.

Although I don’t know to where they might lead

I’ll do my best to move bravely ahead.

We both already know this to be true:

You’ve been there for me when others have not.

You’ve told me it’s time for me to pursue

The places and things that I’ve always sought.

Though I will soon bid this city farewell,

You’ll be in my heart, my mother, Michelle.







My first shot at a sonnet. Gotta work on that iambic pentameter.
Valtyr's Avatar Valtyr
12:28 AM 08-18-2008
black people
AutomaticMan's Avatar AutomaticMan
04:24 AM 08-18-2008
Some great pieces of writing here.



I love poetry. For me, it really is a release. When a get a build up of any emotion, I find, the best thing I can do is write, and that's usually what I do. I also tend to write at stupid o'clock, because I'm a raging insomniac and I find my mind is actually much clearer and my writing better during the hours of the night/early morning. Given that I tend to only write with my emotions are intense, a lot of my poems are like emo crap, and I don't ever tend to share the love poems. But not all of them are about that. So...



The final page is written in the books of history

total annihilation of humankind's dynasty

Like a demon’s breath hatred swept humanity

obsequious masses, believing in insanity



In a revolving world full of beauty, respect and peace

who would have thought the spinning would ever actually cease?

Selfishness prevailed, where compassion has failed

The doomsday device unveiled



Callous automatons, not programmed to care

hide away in the suites of the corporation's lair

Mass-manufacturing death; the quick way to success

unmoved by the murder, carnage and mess



Agent Orange incognito with every well known brand

turning natural harmony into no man's land

creating arms and spreading lies to fight away the 'bad guys'

When in reality, they are no better than those they despise



The troops deployed, the targets set, the bombs armed

unbelievable response from an army still unharmed

the media report news of the valiant heroes winning

jingoism burns in the hearts of the sinning



Shrieks of terror follow after the burning flash

people's contrite wails go unheard after the crash

bodies melt in a sea of confusion and pain

discolored congealing blood falls like rain



The sun disappears, never to reappear

thus is the result, the epitome of human fear

If ignorance is bliss, beatitude was human existence

But now, no longer do means exist for subsistence




I have some AR poems somewhere, but I can't find them. When I do, I'll post. I even wrote one about vegetarians and welfarists.
HummusKelpilot's Avatar HummusKelpilot
05:16 AM 08-18-2008
Sgt. Bigots' Lonely Harmful Hand

The tides turn

The gases burn

The wind blows

The bomb explodes

The snow melts

Oil's spilt

The birds choke on urban smoke

That man evokes
GhostUser's Avatar GhostUser
10:08 PM 08-23-2008
What of the Shepherd who guides his flock

Towards darkness while promising light?

Always ignoring the truth of the clocks,

Agreeing, they say, ‘The sun hails the night!’



What of the Sheep who tamely obey

The Shepherd who threatens, ‘Give me your love,

Or suffer my wrath! Obey all I say!

Don’t question my methods- I’ll strike from above!”



But what of a Dreamer with free-flowing thoughts?

Considered their ‘truth,’ but found it all strange.

Viewing the capture, she felt overwrought,

And escaped from the herd, unwilling to change.



Then what of the Collies, the shepherd’s black dogs

Nipping the heels of nervous blind sheep?

They paused to pursue the Dreamer through fog,

But left when the found the river ran deep.



I know of a Dreamer, now joyful and free.

No Shepherd, no Wolfpack, just her sense of ‘right.’

She follows the rivers, pursuing the Sea-

No hatred, no judgement, just unclouded Sight.
Soul Surviver's Avatar Soul Surviver
09:58 PM 08-25-2008
Ive loved you from the start

Now Im giving you my heart



I think about you all night and day

I wouldn't have it any other way



I love everything you say and do

I cant stand being without you



My love for you will never die

This you won't ever deny
GhostUser's Avatar GhostUser
07:31 PM 09-01-2008
I made a deviantart page just for my poetry:



http://ktskye.deviantart.com/
HummusKelpilot's Avatar HummusKelpilot
01:48 AM 09-03-2008
From when I was bored in Animation & Video Production



Parrot, parrot in your prime

The sky but a platform

For your crime

Fly away to the unknown

Unblinded by ultra-violet vision

You are but a rainbow made of bones

At the least you will not die alone

In a world of murderous minds

The human pigs have become blind

If you see black

Just look back

I guess this is the poems end

So fly away parrot

Goodbye my friend
HummusKelpilot's Avatar HummusKelpilot
07:17 AM 09-27-2008
Beauty Chop Ditty Doody Boom Boom Poemmm

Her shoes are made of heifer

A slaughter fashion reefer

Her little world revolves around her

Wardrobe made of fur

High class beauty plastic queen

Will she mask her fall from grace

With science breeding on her face

And 1000 cows go down the belt

In order to hold up her skirt

Leopard, tiger, elephant

This ends my vegan anti-fur rant



Fire Thingy Poem in 'a' (Round%Room%With%Vodka)

Like stars crackling in the night

Blazing furnace of satanic light

Untouchable to the purest hand

Destroys the forest

Engulfs the land

Dancing colours of red, orange and blue

Violent smiles emblazoned like glue

Rumbling voices in the wind

As deadly as the greatest mind

You dance on my birthday candles

Like one thousand old green ladies on St. Patricks' Day

Flame, flame, flame

What's left to explain?
irie's Avatar irie
11:34 AM 10-02-2008
I wrote these when I was like 8 years old or something. Might be a little to stupid to post here, but what the heck I laughed till I cryed when I found them again, they had cute drawings around them too.



Original/norwegian version:



paraply, paraply



paraply, paraply ser en sky



paraply, paraply er under en sky



paraply, paraply går i byn



paraply, paraply kom på ny






fiske- dikt



hvor er du lille fisk



fort deg! fort deg!



du vil vel til havet,



ikke sant?






So, testing out a translation of them. crappy stuff hihi.



umberella, umberella



umberella, umberella see a cloud



umberella, umberella is under a cloud



umberella, umberella walking down town



umberella, umberella come again




fish-poem



where are you little fish?



hurry! hurry!



you wanna go to the ocean,



right?




reminding, written by me 12-13 years ago, just a little kid then but they are kinda cute and funny in their own way

Indieorganicveg's Avatar Indieorganicveg
11:40 AM 10-04-2008
Beneath The House by Me



Beneath the house



Lies a scary dark man



Still, Unmoving



Dead,



Man



But at night



When I approach



The house



The piercing screams



Heard everywhere



Fill my ears



When I come



Closer



To the dead man



His still



Unmoving body



Leaps to my feet



Grasping my ankle



BAM



On the ground



SLAM



Headfirst



The man



Growls



Scrapes



My Leg



YELP



I cry



But the man



Seems



Peaceful



Getting



Closer



To my heart



The nails



SINKING



Deep



In the organ



Holes



Appearing



Blood



Spilling



Fate



Ending



Body



SLAM



On the



Hard



Rough,



Sidewalk



As the man



Crawls



Back



Beneath



The house



I copied and pasted. Too lazy to write it out. I LOVE poetry! Old Poem.
HummusKelpilot's Avatar HummusKelpilot
05:22 PM 10-04-2008
Doctor



Doctor promising some medical thrills

Has old lady patients building houses from pills

Cyber-Melatonin164 induces kills

The science is poison for such an old woman

Gulp down with water it's the only way

An extra $40 is a small charge to pay

For the violent capsule in medical gel

Medicate my mind

Your smile seems so kind

Four more perscriptions

Where do I sign?

For my grandmother's building a house out of pills

Afterall the doctor promised some medical thrills
GhostUser's Avatar GhostUser
03:13 PM 10-10-2008
HummusKelpilot, i love that.



i wrote this last week, it started out being about my c.p, but then turned into about a speech inpetimate or something im not sure exactly



Perfect in Silence

I'm still, meeting your eyes

nothing is wrong

i'm silent

no flaws dicovered

I smile, eyes glisten with hope

you smile back

wait for me to speak

I pause, wonder

what will your reaction be

you that dont know me

my words so wise

my humor so bright

will my thoughts not matter

lispths and stutters might be all that resound in your ears

overshadowing my friendliness

will you smile and make a polite excuse to escape

i'll let you think me perfect

smile and nod, walking past in silence
Gear Shifter's Avatar Gear Shifter
11:56 PM 10-10-2008
The broken window

of my heart

does not set me free;



the sharp glass of your

echoing

cuts into my wings.




HummusKelpilot's Avatar HummusKelpilot
12:36 AM 10-12-2008
Backwards haiku cool, I might try that out soon



Quote:
Originally Posted by Spree View Post

HummusKelpilot, i love that.



Thanks, your poem is super
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fresh snow
on the roof - a squirrel
plows through
MagdalenaACat
10:32 AM 06-20-2019
I have 3 short stories to publish (on sexuality and eroticism) of the highest quality.
Can anyone advise me anything vital? Where could I publish them?
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