Poesie par "ME"

Alors, apres avoir lue le poeme de it je me suis dit que ce serais fort interessant de faire un thread ou nous pouvons tous partager nos poemes et meme avoir du feedback...? Amusez-vous!

Je commence...

hands

Your hands touch my body
like light rain touching leaves
on a hot summers day
they wander for moments
slowly running across my body
searching for the perfect place to rest

Your hands are strong, powerful
they could tear through any steel
but as you touch me
you're as soft as silk
as gentle as a butterflies kiss
caressing my every curve

Your hands speak many languages
they communicate many emotions
my ears may hear nothing
but my body hears every sacred tone
and answers back
with the rising and falling of suple skin

Your hands touch
Your hands caress
Your hands love
your hands....


soyez gentil c'est ma premiere essai..

C'est tres bien...je trouve ca tres sensuel. Bravo! Pour un premier essais c'est reussi!

Vases électriques

Mon vase,
prend moi dans tes bras, et caresse moi,
pour que je puisse plonger dans la substance nucléaire au fond de toi,
je n'aime pas ça quand on m'électrocute.

Body Talks

I
Scalp dried to crumbs
(damn that soap bar)
Playing the role of a creator
I shake my head and make is snow

II
Blood stained bath
but it’s not morbid
I simply empty my sanitary cup
to potted earth
And rinse out the rest
down the drain
my existence
will be filtered
and will simultaneously
give life to a snake plant

III
je suis
sans ciseau so
je déchire mes
ongles d'orteilles avec
mes dents
goûtant
chaque pas d'hier
et d'aujourd'hui


Spring observation (Haiku)

Two days of rainfall
Parking lot puddles are now
Rivers for the ducks

_________________Intensity________________

From the moment I saw you
From the moment our eyes met
I longed to be with you
My mind was set

Your eyes speak a language
Foreign, soothing and deep
They provide me a passage
To find the comfort I seek

How they seem to betray me
Why? I can never tell
But they are all I need to see
To save me from my lonely hell

The intensity of your eyes
Is like a storming night sky

I didn't want to lose you ...


(short, je sais, puis c vraiment pas le meilleur de mes poèmes at all mais je ne veux pas mettre les autres)

Smothered Reality

Defoliate all relevance,
Analogical paradigms,
Raze reality's blemish,
Sham all etymology,
All but the kitchen sink,
Nude pulchritudinous nugget of joy,
Anomalies....


Version #2

Go ahead, take away our roots of happiness, our natural habitat. Draw lines, set regulations and establish cheesy apologies. Digest society's reality, and shit us some glamour. Put me in an box and call it "conventionalism" you dirty apes!


*Darsana is from the Sankrit (Hinduism language) word "to see". ""One of six orthodox philosophical systems or viewpoints on the nature of reality and the release from bondage to karma"" Ce sont mes premiers essais à la poésie. (Conçut le 25 Juillet)

fromage fromage fromage

fromage fromage

fromage

il y a trop de fromage

quel dommage

and so with this end of day we shall see
everything our ancient nature has given to us for us,
the glacial mountains that will not melt
a river of mystery and doubt
we will swim with our gilled water friends
and with the jack rabbit we shall run
the sun kisses us with it's warm touch, goodnight.
i look to my ancestors and bow to them, on this great dark night.

entrée!

"I" has It!
But "I" wants more.

on the subject of thIs potIon,
for there are many more
(See Page 4)
It Is one one/2 of whIch
"I" wIshes to explore.

oh!
blessed whore!

you are MagIckal and Joyeuse.
yet!

you grow not from a womb.

nor!
do you end In a tomb.

you end up In a bowl.
or mummIfIed In resInous papers.

HOOT!
the stuffed owl has spoken!


page 2

bravo max et mitch!

Aërock a écrit:

fromage fromage fromage

fromage fromage

fromage

il y a trop de fromage

quel dommage

Excellent Aerock

J'cré ben q'jvaman j'ai dufro mage, et shier s'ta face. C'est pourrie! your fucked!

Sincèrement, <--!
Monterey Matts

Mathieu Latulippe a écrit:

j'cré ben q'jvaman j'ai dufro mage, et shier s'ta face. C'est pourrie! your fucked!

hahaha (a toe-knee quote?)

lol ya

Empty perplexity…

Am I doing right?
Or should I be left.
Leave what I’m doing
Loss, Lost, lust.
She, She’ll, We’ll
Maybe.
I know.
I don’t.
A second dark,
A second bright,
I just want a second alone.
But I feel alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
Frustrated.

Dans le lit vaste et dévasté
J'ouvre les yeux prés d'elle;
Je l'effleure: un songe infidèle
L'embrasse à mon côté.

La mère

A l'amour passionné des fleurs
Se fonde celui des couleurs
A son bon plaisir de rêver
Se lie sa sensibilité
Un être hors du naturel
Se révélant exceptionnel

A l'amour passionné des fleurs
Se fonde celui des couleurs
A son bon plaisir de rêver
Se lie sa sensibilité
Un être hors du naturel
Se révélant exceptionnel
Avec pour seul feu dévorant
Le coeur livré à ses enfants

nombril à nombril
nous vivons
mon ombre et moi

dallaire a écrit:

nombril à nombril
nous vivons
mon ombre et moi

J'aime... beaucoup.

Darker than the pool of ink
Where your soul’s illiteracy sinks
Stained and slashed by
Pen strokes of the richest shades of green
Used to spread corruption
And taint fingers
Calloused and diseased
Directing guilt onto me
Quicker than the doubt
Aroused in all who
Become polluted by your sonar toxic waste
Causing temporary reason-loss and
The exclusion of oxymorons such as
Common sense commonly found
In your household carbon-based version
Of a grocery store cash
That takes Visa, MasterCard and all forms
Of blame you may own
But refuse to claim
Like the emotional baggage left
In the airport terminal of my heart
Beating out memories
Resembling photos which inflict
Paper-cuts and stab wounds
By means of sharp colours
Fighting for my life not to fade
Like jeans washed to many times
Holding much similarity to
The perpetual disguise
You try to disinfect
But instead disintegrates from
Constant abuse and wear and tear
Synonymous to our symbolic schizophrenic fibres
Woven together in this unfamiliar pattern
Of plaid, polka-dots and paradoxes...

(je pense qu'il y a encore plus à écrire....mais c'est se que j'ai jusqu'à date...)

tagueule
tayeule
touseule
danslesousol
devantlecran
cestdecevant

bouddha boude.
bouddha rit.
bouddha est bipolaire.

d'un bord à l'autre.
d'un extrème à l'autre.
d'un océan à l'autre
flanquer au coeur...

sudbury.

ici bouddha rit seul et silencieux.

closing time.
holly cow.

amen.

bahahaha a poem about a bar!

dieu quitte le paradis
endroit ou il fut heureux jadis
mais plus personne croyait dans sa cause

La Guerre, la Mort et le Mensonge...