Poetry is Nice

All the Things I could Be
By Tazia Redhead

I could be things unpleasant;
I could be cold steel,
And wet swamp,
But I like to feel.

I could be things you don’t want to hear,
I could be far from home,
And broken glass,
But I really like to roam.

I could be things you don’t like to see;
I could be an ember near you,
And your burning house,
But I do not want to.

I could be a roaring fire,
Hot and terrible is my form,
And I could be angry,
But I am warm.

I could smash your heart,
Play with your dreams,
And I could hurt you deep,
But that’s not who I am it seems.



Lightly
By Tazia Redhead
How is it that the world falls so softly?
The planes, the cars, and people amuck;
I notice that we are all so heavy,

Still we fall so lightly.

Away we go through and though
The days we tread as gentle as picture.
A thousand words and not one does describe,

How we fall so lightly.

Round the holes in our path
Until we can longer.
The holes grow wide and we’re consumed,

But still we fall so lightly.

Metal, stone, wood and clay,
We feel we can always help on another.
Weighing tons, and up so high;

Yet still we fall so lightly…

hello there, warty little frog
i found you sitting on a log
im glad youre here and not in france
theyd eat you there with neer a chance
is there a chance the track will bend
not on your life my hindu friend
monorail
monorail
monorail

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

Thlayli wrote:

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

You suck, that was terrible.

I'll never stop hating you for being so fucking fake.

You want a fucking poem?


im gay

liek rly gay




pay attn 2 me


gtwf pls

Dude, that was so soulful...
I actually cried.

Thlayli wrote:

Dude, that was so soulful...
I actually cried.

Yeah, too bad he didn't even write it.

Regardless
I cri evertim
Whether or not it was him
now I'm in a wheely bin
with jim

The Horrors of T
Inflicted on me
from birth
the hearse
shall set me free

Does that count as a limerick? Or is there supposed to be a specific rhythm too?

There was never really anything to say.
How on earth could I have known?
That all of the images that I have been shown,
Would cause me a great price to pay?

Why has it always been so very easy?
Real-life is coming sure, but slowly,
Just as sure as the stream continues flowing.
Now I am outside and it is cold and breezy.