Post your best poetry here

Hehe, cheers, I'll remove the one I posted then.

There is a girl
She never noticed me
Tell one day someone told her I love her
And how they laughed
Oh how they laughed

form e it was between this and my sweet serene one i dunno why but i liek that one.

daisy

grey daisy,
scarred by the dirt
broken in and rusted
at the edges, feeling no hurt.
still a flower, still stood tall.
better to be tired weak and dirty
than never have bloomed at all.

Six Shades of Stupid

So full of spite for one so young
So full of mirth for what you've seen
So full of peace for what you've done
So full of hate for your next scheme
So full of hope for eighteen years
So full of pain for yesterday's dreams

Sick of waiting for the worst to happen
Don't want to see what you might become
Six shades of stupid
Six chambers to the gun

A heart- shaped bruise
Struck by a lack of affection
Hurt by the loss of a love
A shock of pain
Feelings hurt
Missing you who gave me this bruise

A heart shaped bruise
Always to remind me of you
A landmark point
A purple, blue mark
Always to remind me
Of the pain you caused

A bruise, it is no scar
This mark of love lost
It will fade, it will go
It will leave my memory
It was the past
Heart shaped bruise- gone

Pain gone, will move on
A distant memory, no regrets
Nothing will make me cry for you
This bruise has gone
You have gone.
No more crying.
No more thoughts of you.
Just this poem.

Jayne Robinson 2004

I have a thread of my poetry on here too, its titled Poems By Jayne, if you wanna go mosey.

Not Mine


I had a dream
which someone stole
and trampled all upon,
ripping my lovely rainbow
and scattering
its brilliant colours
upon the muddied floor.

Then moving within
my deep despair
God gently whispered low:
See these tiny pieces
scattered wide upon the floor?
I will rebuild them
bit by bit
to rise before your eyes
a kaleidoscope of beauty -
brilliant as sunrise.


I didn't want to start a new thread just for this (its not mine - we read it in RE)

roses are red
violets are blue
i think im in love
and the person is you

I'm A Poet And I Didn't Realise



Theres a badger called Barry,
With an evil glint in his eye,
Tubular monkeys fall from the sky,
I'm holding the badgers prisoner you see,
And Barry's main aim is to come and get me.
"Damn tubular" he shouts as he runs at full speed,
He drags Westlife along with the aid of a lead.
"Let us go!" Kian shouts at the top of his voice,
"This way!" says Barry "You dont have a choice"
Laura's built a big fort to deny badgers entry
But Barry is cunning - even more so than he.
Using a crowbar he breaks down the door,
It took him a while, he's never done it before.
He runs in, shouting and screaming well loud
All the commotion draws a big crowd.
"IT'S WESTLIFE!" a trendie in adidas cries,
(I'm a poet, and I didnt realise!)
Beanie runs in and shouts "what's going on?"
But all of a sudden, Westlife break into song.
I yell "I cant cope!" and break down in tears
Then Bongi walks in with some new garden shears.
He cuts up Westlife, and throws them away,
Me, Beanie, and Laura, all shout "hooray!"
But Barry is angry, Barry is mad
He thinks of himself as a right jack-the-lad
He runs at Beanie, teeth and claws all out,
I kick him and say, "get off her you lout"
Bongi grabs him and throws him a length of 5 miles
Laura is happy, and Beanie's all smiles.
Beanie looks to the sky, she stands and she sighs
"Nadia - you're a poet, and you didnt realise!!!!"
.....
Barry the badger is here, he's back
The tubular monkeys have just got the sack
For drinking too much (gin I think)
Evicted from their home that's under the sink
Their departure was going quite well
When the leader, (who's called Marcel)
Waved his tail and held up his hand
And said, "Monkeys! We must make a stand!"
He shook his fist and gave a shout:
"It's the badgers' fault! Without a doubt!
Let's go get Barry; kick his head in
Rob him and then buy some more gin!"
The tubular fiends ran round Barry's as fast as they could
And fractured his skull as only they would
They hung him up from the nearest lamp-post
And with the gin they gave a toast,
To badgers not being able to run riot
Barry, unconscious, was keeping quiet
Then I, with Freddy the traffic cone
Said "How could you?? Just leave him alone"
Marcel, with a snarl and a roar
Punched my face in until it was sore
I retaliated with a rainbow stick
And said "Take that! You're twisted and sick!
Marcel went 'bong' and fell to the floor
My mother rushed in through the front door
She said "Come on home, you're late"
I said "Keep your hair on, mate"
She said "You said you'd be home you've been telling me lies"
I said "But - But I'm a poet and I didn't realise!"




heh. if this is the best poem i ever wrote, it makes you wonder why i bothered, doesnt it? lol. Dr suess meets roald dahl.

Labels (written on 1/7/2003).

Sometimes grades don't seem too fair
well, they seem unfair to me
Especially when I had a G
for my Art GCSE.

I could not conform to the artistic style
which exam boards like to rate
And yet, I had a picture
on a programme called The Slate.

Oh, I could draw, but I could not conform
to their artistic scene
And yet, I had a picture
on the cover of a zine.

Art isn't about following
what others have in mind
It's true and it's ugly and it's beautiful
it's whatever you feel inside.

Grading a painting or a sculpture
just seems like such a farce.

The NEAB can take their G
and shove it up their... art.

T

there all good cool