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Hello everyone. If you feel brave enough, feel free to submit your poems in this thread. I've recently been attempting to write a decent poem. Unfortunately, the majority of those poems are in Swedish, so that's no good. Anyway, I decided to write one relatively quickly. Please say what you think ... From my side, I think it's very cheesy... something someone would write as their first love letter. 
A very bad one at that.
The Four Seasons
The world is in a constant change
At the start of the new year
A silhouette of hope emerges
The indignation held against the last season is fading away
The bitter hand has released its control
The melancholy that recently roamed the lands have disappeared
It hides
Reminding the people of earth
That there is hope
This happiness does not seize when the next season takes over the throne
But there is a universal rule
Nothing can last forever
There is an end to everything
As I stand in confusion
I know for sure
That no matter what season it is
No matter what storm is raging against me
No matter what burden is on my shoulder
No matter what obstacle is blocking my way
I know, that your eyes will always light up the darkest room
My memories of you is the best medicine
How could one forget?
A very bad one at that.
The Four Seasons
The world is in a constant change
At the start of the new year
A silhouette of hope emerges
The indignation held against the last season is fading away
The bitter hand has released its control
The melancholy that recently roamed the lands have disappeared
It hides
Reminding the people of earth
That there is hope
This happiness does not seize when the next season takes over the throne
But there is a universal rule
Nothing can last forever
There is an end to everything
As I stand in confusion
I know for sure
That no matter what season it is
No matter what storm is raging against me
No matter what burden is on my shoulder
No matter what obstacle is blocking my way
I know, that your eyes will always light up the darkest room
My memories of you is the best medicine
How could one forget?
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Can I post other peoples whom i appreciate..?
Why not? Go ahead.
ETA: Should I move this thread to entertainment?
Bullet Points
the system reaches its perfection
in the leader of the section
cowed by orders lulled by praise
he or she spends all her days
terrorising underlings
into doing silly things
devised for them by higher-ups
in idle moments in their cups
to stop the people underneath
from having time to lose belief
David Crane
The system rolls and loops and bowls
With every new idea
Lest it stagnate we must be made
To aim at changing goals.
Let's have a mission statement
A statement of intent
We intend to make a lot of cash
At everyone's expense.
Tough targets, where's your weapon?
Provide your own or die
Your co-worker's got you in his sights
The deadline sun is high
Relentlessly it beats and burns
Shoot first, don't wonder why.
We value staff, we train them well
Look - documents to show
We loved you once now you're too dear
Go to hell, mind how you go.
Human resources are expendable
Don't call them "Personnel"
Invent some jargon to describe
All things as market place.
Best value - that means money
What else could value mean?
A principle? Where have you been?
On Planet Zog for fifteen years?
The world has changed, it's dog eat dog
The East is threatening
Those people work for next to nought
To make things we don't need -
But want because it's marketed
To feed the sin of greed.
Sin? It's out of fashion,
You're repressed and unfulfilled
Everyone needs a mobile
Ten different kinds of soap
To define one's individuality
Be a distinctive kind of dope.
Assess the input
Measure output
Analyse, report
Five pegs waiting on the dole
To slot into that empty hole.
Projects and intiatives
Rise up with bushy tails
Then scarper kicking up their heels
On heaps of wasted paper.
Innovators moving on
To higher places, bigger things
Leave staff to scurry through the maze
Tangling each other's strings.
The plan is time specific
Full of strict deadlines
No time to think about it
Just dive right in and sink.
You may regain the surface
With grift you might succeed
And earn a lot to spend on things
You know that you don't need
You might attract a bimbo*
If you flash your MBA
Your house will show all that you know
The value of location
The clothes you wear were advertised
In a quality publication.
The bait you set will draw in those
Who share your brand of greed
The people you feel sorry for -
are they have-nots or don't-needs?
I've exhausted my indignation
I'm glad that I've dropped out
I'm tired of new initiatives
Perhaps they will succeed
And help the disaffected
The ignorant and the poor.
I'm not living on a sink estate
With violence and crime
I'm not racing with the Red Queen
Or mouthing the company line.
Not one for the market place
(And not worth haggling for)
Let others take the stresses
That the higher-ups pass down
They say it's tougher at the top
But now they just resign
Earn even more than they did before
Napoleons of crime.
*or toyboy
Straitjacket
Isn't it a lovely colour?
Yes, everyone suits white!
One size fits all but if you're big
You might find it rather tight.
Wear it when you roam the wards
There's a disc supplied with it
Just mouth the words and nod your head
You're very good at it!
Now march in line in four four time
Plug this in and see
Watch the seconds on the clock
Leave time for plenary
We like it! say the bleaters
It makes us look the part
- A graduate profession!
We'll learn it all by heart!
But mine is tight
I'll let it out
And paint it green or red
A coat of many colours?
You must be off your head!
Green and White
He wanted to wear his Celtic shirt
In Lisburn, County Antrim.
It's only a football top, he said
I picked it for the colours.
Lots of colours in Lisburn
Flags and bunting whipping
Kerbstones picked out
In red, blue and white
Red fist of Ulster
Spoiling for a fight.
King Billy on the gable end
White charger rampant
You are now entering
Loyalist Old Warren
No fluffy bunnies here
Young bucks
Old enough to
Remember 1960.
Why not
Wear it in England?
Where green and white
Means gleaming teeth
Spring fresh washing
Spearmint gum
Echoes of ecology
Frog and newt
Lady's mantle
Lily of the Valley.
Where the Glorious
Revolution
Is just a forgotten
Spin on history
Or was it a Beatles LP?
Where your Celtic top's
Ironic
Postmodern
Pub décor
Gaelic chic
Tongue in cheek
A bit of fun
And safer.
I liked yours quarfly, very sweet - almost like it's the world as seen through innocent eyes. Very nice, anyway
Sorry for the dark mood!
GHOST
How did you die?
I hear your screms as whisper in my ears.
Strike me...
Hit me to wake me up.
A gentle breeze caresses my cheek...
What villain made you leave your body
and at the same time trapped you in the world?
Your presence is barely noticable...
Is it only me who can feel it?
If you wanted to leave you could,
is that not what they say?
Do you expect to have a body again?
How could I help?
It is thought to be difficult to raise the dead...
I am your only hope, I understand.
But I am not a necromancer.
No, no, don't leave!
Maybe something can be done.
Stay with me, some solution will be found.
How did you die?
Is anyone crying for you?
Who were you?
Where are you buried now?
It is getting darker outside...
Maybe I'll see you better?
Silent Watcher,
Enraged Avenger,
Was it I who killed you?
I especially like this one :yes:
I really appreciate it!
But it can't be compared to yours.
All my life people warned me
About life
Crossing the road
Other people
But no-one ever prepared me
For myself
Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest;
When they said, 'Does it fit?'
He replied, 'Not a bit!'
That uneasy Old Man of the West
~Edward Lear
Bona fide
Happiness is a difficult thing to describe
as is its silhouette
it is, just like you, bona fide.
it'll surprise you, i bet
it is not always a friendly face
and not always available
but it leaves behind an obscure trace
which you need not enable
you miss it when it's gone
and you barely notice it when it's there
try to stay strong
even though happiness seems rare
Power Of 3
Love....
Love is waking and thinking of someone,
That someone who's voice brightens your day.
Clouds could hover it would not make a difference
Just three words could change your day.
Lazy days spent in the rain wind or shine
Whatever happens I know your always be mine.
Sitting contemplating wondering is it worth it?
You remember the three words.
One day the contemplating aches away
It cuts deeper than an ocean, well maybe that's a lie
You think of them smiling and that feeling returns
You think you love them.
Loves a horrible thing
It hurts worse than any word or weapon
You remember those three words
Falling out of love is harder than falling in love.