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gabrosen

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You can post just a random one or one you made yourself! I'll post a couple that I made myself to start off!


Stepping on clouds…


Up, up, up so high, I saw a bird fly, the most graceful thing it was, now I would like to join in the fun. This would be hard for me because flying is not my specialty, but stepping I have learned to do maybe this will do, for I really yearn to fly but maybe the bird was too high, unless I could step on things flying may not be the thing for me, So I took the alternate choice stepping on clouds seemed so nice, I took a leap and there I was on a marshmallow in the sky, flying above I waved goodbye I will see you another time!

-gabrosen

and

The Plutonian Shore



Once upon a dreary night, I saw a bird in midflight; it looked at me, I looked at thee, he flew so high he could touch the sky, as I waved goodbye, he said but few, he was not a talkative fellow for the words were very mellow, he said these faintly few words “Never more” and flew away to never see me as I thought of my dear Lenore.


I wondered where this bird came from, maybe it was the park, “No”, I said, as I thought of Lenore, “Oh my dear Lenore”. Then I remembered I saw those eyes! Red as the sunrise, when I thought again of what I saw in my Vision, what looked vile and gore, I know where this demon of a bird came from it was the plutonium shore!


Was it back to haunt me, and the things I did? Maybe it was the things I hid, for I have a secret you see, Lenore died because of me…..

-gabrosen
 
Love Searching



You're looking for love but, in all the wrong places.
The truth hurts so you try not to face it.
Drowning out all your problems getting wasted.
Finding another guy tonight to be last nights replacement.
Every guy is about straight penetration, they don't care if your heart is vacant.
Only thing they're worried about is can you take it.
You wanna be loved but, gotta bad reputation.
You try to change things but, your ways you can't shake em.
Promises to yourself to do better you always seem to break em.
Thinking to your self that your love life is most definitely forsaken.
& when you mention love you're never seriously taken.
Telling yourself loves gonna come, remain patient.
But, everyone knows you aren't so secret.
Praying day in & day out that God gives you strength to make it.
Repeating to yourself about your happiness & how nobody can take it.
But, in reality you're gonna fake it until you make it.
It's hard for you to look in the mirror because, you don't like the image that appear.
You hate to believe that your actions are what led you here.
You hate to believe that you let all those lies fill your ears.
But, every time a guys near your guard seems to disappears.
Then after an orgasm or two you're crying to yourself asking "what did I just do?!"
Thought you could portray yourself as a good girl but, he already knew.
He already heard about you & knew what to do to get what he wanted so he followed the rules.
Once again you feel used & emotionally abused.
Always being confused & upset makes it hard to get a good nights rest.
But, when you try to talk about your feelings you become a pest.
Simply because, they never wanted love, they just wanted sex.
You thought a way to a guys heart was to make em climax.
But truth is....love & lust don't match. -Jrp

 
What's your poison?



Drugs tend to get abused when they're optionally used as a crutch.
The results become "poison" when used long term.
Back in the day old folks called any addiction to something that was bound to have a negative outcome "poison".
I understand, the poison is some sort of happy place, stress reliever, healer, & even a savior to some
we willingly but, mistakenly give this poison to our young.
Life gets hard so, we try to figure out ways for us to stay sane throughout the trials & tribulations.
We pick the poison to which we chose to get addicted to or should I say, live by.
The poison seems to make life so much better or easy going for us to where we feel we can't live without it.
The poison brings us so much joy we offer it to the next person as a outlet.
Failing to tell them it's a poison because, we get pleasure from it.

This poison I speak of have took many lives but, don't come in dimes or pies.
This poison comes in lies & genocides.
This poison is religion, don't ACT surprised. -jrp
 
My Left Fist



They say "the black man is violent & eventually adapt to crime.." but, what do they expect when we're continuously dying?
They push us to the Malcolm X state of mind then want to give us legendary time.
They don't want us to be successful or have an advanced mind
that's why they find ways to limit our education & cut off all our options to legal grind.
They took us from our thrones & brainwashed us to be self hatred clones
trying to force us to call Amerikkka home
AFTER they done raped, beat, & lynched us for so long.
They assassinate the greats & teach us self hate.
It's obvious they hate the entire African-Amerikkkan race.
I know some say that ain't the case
but, look around! The truths in your face!
Day after day you struggle to put some food upon your plate
when the white man next to you was born with a higher pay 
just cause his skin color he got it made.
When we begin to feel rage
They try to put us in a cage.
Martin Luther King marching was a slap in the face 
they ain't give a fuck about us they just wanted us to get the fuck out of their way.
Still to this day they try to make us feel as if we aren't part of the human race. 
When in Africa our people was beyond the European standards of great.
Instead of marching to become friends
he should've shut the fuck up & turned to his closest kin & said "Look my brother there's no way for you & I to win, they hate us for more than our melanin skin. We must unify against the white man. I refuse for our people to be slaves again."
We were the missing link to their plan
If it wasn't for us they wouldn't be proud to be an Amerikkkan.
We help built this country from the ground up.
Even back then they was mentally fucking us.
Denying us equal rights but, wanting us to help them fight.
We marched for our freedom when they never had it!
Making it easy for them to put us in ghettos with medium wage salaries.
Treating us like charity!
When they're the ones who steal from us.
They try to silence the voice of the black man
because, they know that we can be great once again. They know if we unify it won't be another Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, or Sandra Bland.
I'm a black man & with my people I will stand, making a fist out my left with a gun in my right hand! -jrp
 
Sharp tongue, smart mouth

Fine line, know how

Stay calm, pull it together

Speaks soft, don’t sound like pepper



It hurts, tastes sharp

When you walk in, and start to talk

Cuts deep, feel it forever

My heart is burning, burning like pepper



Stop, sounding, like pepper

Scattering your pieces all over

You’re gonna, stay black forever

So I’ll ground you, the more the better

I’ll ground you like pepper



Ground you like pepper

Ground you forever

It would be better

If you stopped the pepper



Stop with the spice

Stop with the tone

Stop burning holes

Right threw my bones



I’ve got a heart

It’s soft and its tender

Try and be smart

Stop using pepper
 
With beauty greater than what brought down Troy
And grace like an angel's cherubic song
When I am with her, my heart knows true joy
And without her, days are simply too long

Her hair is the silken hue of white sand
The stars wish they were as bright as her eyes
Time slows and stops when we are hand in hand
Free from it's cage my heart soars through the skies

How can I only speak of beauty, why
It is not even her greatest feature
Her heart of courage and soul like the sky
Her honey voice, O how I beseech her

When darkness falls and we welcome the night
I do not fear, for she will be my light
 
With beauty greater than what brought down Troy
And grace like an angel's cherubic song
When I am with her, my heart knows true joy
And without her, days are simply too long

Her hair is the silken hue of white sand
The stars wish they were as bright as her eyes
Time slows and stops when we are hand in hand
Free from it's cage my heart soars through the skies

How can I only speak of beauty, why
It is not even her greatest feature
Her heart of courage and soul like the sky
Her honey voice, O how I beseech her

When darkness falls and we welcome the night
I do not fear, for she will be my light
since you love my poems, I decided that i was going to post some of them lol.
 
LORE!!!
Books are the strangest of things they can hold the past, present, and future as well so don't underestimate the power of a writer! For we have many stories to tell!
 
Their voices always call to me
A literary song
Hidden in fact and fantasy
A place where I belong

But they often sing of deeds
Long before my time
I listen as the old world bleeds
I shiver at their hymn

The song they sing is one of old
Times of silver, times of gold.
To light a flame, to inspire
Echoes of their stunning choir

It's simply music to my ears
Words upon a page
It gives voice to all my fears
As I wait the coming age.
 
Greedy hearts cause golden tears
Jagged words cause solid fears
Rewarding after painful years
Flow do the golden tears
-Tears of Gold



What to do? What to say?
In a land where change is the only way.
All will come, and none will stay.
In a land where change is the only way.
-The Way Of Change
 
The Colour of a Rainy Day

My favourite colour is not boring
Contrary to what they say
I guess some can't appreciate
The calm hue of grey.

Grey, grey, grey.
The colour of a rainy day.

They say the wise are neutral
And often do not take a side
Neither black nor white is middle grey
Symbolism in which all can confide

Grey, grey, grey.
The colour of a rainy day.

Many find beauty in the oceans or the trees
Yet so few look down at the rocks
Beside the beloved bright green grass
Rests the under appreciated grey sidewalks

Grey, grey, grey.
The colour of a rainy day.

It bears beauty we take for granted
Does our middle grey
Showing wisdom in neutrality
The colour of a rainy day.
 
A traveler from outside
Nowhere, then there
Brought by a tide
From somewhere I swear

Confused and alone
He fell through a tear
For sins to atone
A burden he'll bear

Across worlds shattered
It's unknown where
But now is what mattered
How shall he fare

- An Entrance
 
Escaping Reality
Leaving the very spot I am
Leaving behind myself
Leaving behind my troubles
Running away or leaving…
There's no difference
Escaping from life itself
Though be it temporary it's enough
For a break I'm in desperate need of
A short break or long break
Let me hide away from life itself
Cruel and relentless
No matter what I'll never truly escape
Life will find me and retrieve me
It'll pump me with fear, depression, and despair
Life and reality will find me once again
There's no way I can escape them
As I hide in my fantasies
Let me pretend to fly away, far, far away…
Leave me with my fantasies
I've escaped reality
For now I'm free until reality retrieves me
Please let me escape reality
Fantasies please hide me away
Imaginations please carry me away
Reality is on its way to thwart my escape
Once again I'm escaping reality
Soon it'll find me then pump me with anger, sadness and angst
Let me run and escape to my fantasies
Allow me to escape reality
Let me pretend to fly away to my fantasies
 
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

J.R.R Tolkien
 

Mercy
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frantic
a blind frenzy of emotion
I tried so vainly to contain

helpless
to hold back this reckless torrent
of a past I cannot name

empty
anger has no meaning
when your history is depleting

sane
old memories you can’t contain
always only used in vain
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I will never feel mercy, never feel pain….
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Fool’s gold.


Taking, stealing, raiding, killing
Are all virtues of the living

Bitter-batter, bones break
Nothing left for you to take

Greedy, grinding, grinning, grudge
Stealing things will make them lunge

Finding fractured features fading
The fool’s gold is awaiting.​
 
Brothers from every age
Come dance with me on history's stage
Sisters from south, east, and west
I beg of you to end your rest

Brothers whom I adore
Won't you aid me in this war?
Sisters who do what's right
Won't you help us win this fight?

For stronger than blood is our bond
Guiding us from beyond!
The time has come to retake the North
Will you stand with us as we march forth?
 
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