I'm an avid fan of both reading and writing poetry. Below is a piece that I "finished" recently. It's from a series I've been working on entitled "Elora Nights".  

Fleurs Mortes

You delivered dead roses to my freshly painted front door, your scent still lingered on their frail corpses

You returned to your snow globe with its flower baskets and gallows swinging in the swift, west wind

The black X already marked in my name, yet I walked upon your tightrope, hoping not to fall into the ashes of the autumn leaves below.

 

Sparrows seeded tulips by your basement window, and my pink dress melted the dusty February snow

You said your heart had finally bloomed.

Yet slowly a petal here and there, would fall, and your eyes turned from cerulean to dusk

The X bleeding through my dress, stained and dirty.

I washed and washed my mind, bleaching, scrubbing until my nails were painted crimson with blood

 

You lured me to your mausoleum and we took our places side by side

My body, an empty vessel clinging to dead organs that you despised

You burned all the tears I cried; shamefacedly I limped away into the forest of prudence 

And I emptied my last beat of my mind onto your tulips, and the last petal fell

I took off my dress and laid it on the ground.

 

Pink and black, my ears leaked your words

I loved you. You hurt me.

 

T.M. Pongracz -2012

 

 

 

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There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

not quiet a poem....

Slowly across the desert sand 
Trekked a lonely caravan
Men on camels, two by two 
Destination Timbuktu

Me and Tim a hiking we went. 
Met three whores in a pop up tent
They was three, and we was two 
So I bucked one, and Timbuktu. 

I heard that crackerjack was writing a poetry anthology... 

Sigh...men and their penises...

roses are red violets are blue

i have a knife, get in the van

Tanya Michelle Pongracz said:

Sigh...men and their penises...

You better make sure there's cake in that van.


edgey44 - inventing mostly said:

roses are red violets are blue

i have a knife, get in the van

Tanya Michelle Pongracz said:

Sigh...men and their penises...

Izpostiti Milestiba

Millions and trillions of stars

Earth, the moon and mars

Is the amount of pain I endure

In my heart I knew, yet my mind so sure

I reach far for you yet I feel your fingers slip away

A dense morning fog in an early troubling day

My mind is in a dense, my thoughts in a haze

My emotions are wrecked, my brain in a daze

In this fog I search for you, but you're already gone

Tripping, falling, crying in the dim light of this early dawn

Face in the dew, I lay so still

I rub my hand across the soil, so wet, so eerily chill

The river is flowing like the love in in my soul

Slipping away to another land to settle in the dirt so low

The rays coming down shine light on something not yet seen

From the clouds to the earth, shimmering, loving and sheen

What is it shining on? What is over there?

In my vision, it is trees and dust floating in the air

Running and running, it's too far out of reach

The paintings of God, the sermon will preach

I stand alone in a field full of false hope

I fall to my knees unsure I will ever cope

Two perfect figures, lost in the sea

What is going on, what is wrong with me?

Two shadows in the distance, constant reminder of the past

Amazing how the endless rain wont actually last

A drought in a world gone so wrong

Gazing at the shadows, as they come along

Rays of sunlight will surround the dim

Warming them up, outlining their brim.

The light shining on something far in the distance

Shimmers of hope in between who wont give a chance

The light shines so far away, the river flows strong

The shimmers along the way, false to long

A memory flashes of two seagulls at the bay

A stage to be walked on, ready to play

Two clouds floating happily in the sky

Turn dark within a blink of an eye

A bright bold of lightning and a huge thunder clap

A repeat of weather happened after that

Seeking for protection, coming across a creek

A bridge over the water, a safe spot under I will seek

Thunder echoing in the distance, a constant reminder

Setting in my mind, they say to realign her

There is no escaping the storm, it wants to be told

The super cells waring me down, this is getting old

Soft rain drops on my back soak into my shirt

No feeling to be felt, no embrace to heal the hurt

Izpostiti milestiba (devastated love), story of my life

Ray of sun in the distance, heal my heart of strife

Great piece! I very much enjoyed reading it!

jKlein said:

Izpostiti Milestiba

Millions and trillions of stars

Earth, the moon and mars

Is the amount of pain I endure

In my heart I knew, yet my mind so sure

I reach far for you yet I feel your fingers slip away

A dense morning fog in an early troubling day

My mind is in a dense, my thoughts in a haze

My emotions are wrecked, my brain in a daze

In this fog I search for you, but you're already gone

Tripping, falling, crying in the dim light of this early dawn

Face in the dew, I lay so still

I rub my hand across the soil, so wet, so eerily chill

The river is flowing like the love in in my soul

Slipping away to another land to settle in the dirt so low

The rays coming down shine light on something not yet seen

From the clouds to the earth, shimmering, loving and sheen

What is it shining on? What is over there?

In my vision, it is trees and dust floating in the air

Running and running, it's too far out of reach

The paintings of God, the sermon will preach

I stand alone in a field full of false hope

I fall to my knees unsure I will ever cope

Two perfect figures, lost in the sea

What is going on, what is wrong with me?

Two shadows in the distance, constant reminder of the past

Amazing how the endless rain wont actually last

A drought in a world gone so wrong

Gazing at the shadows, as they come along

Rays of sunlight will surround the dim

Warming them up, outlining their brim.

The light shining on something far in the distance

Shimmers of hope in between who wont give a chance

The light shines so far away, the river flows strong

The shimmers along the way, false to long

A memory flashes of two seagulls at the bay

A stage to be walked on, ready to play

Two clouds floating happily in the sky

Turn dark within a blink of an eye

A bright bold of lightning and a huge thunder clap

A repeat of weather happened after that

Seeking for protection, coming across a creek

A bridge over the water, a safe spot under I will seek

Thunder echoing in the distance, a constant reminder

Setting in my mind, they say to realign her

There is no escaping the storm, it wants to be told

The super cells waring me down, this is getting old

Soft rain drops on my back soak into my shirt

No feeling to be felt, no embrace to heal the hurt

Izpostiti milestiba (devastated love), story of my life

Ray of sun in the distance, heal my heart of strife

fine, non penis poem coming up

I'm trying to do this based on memory, something I wrote in high school:

 

Oh burning pork flesh

you smell so sweet

Oh burning pork flesh

your taste can't be beat

 

Oh burning pork flesh

I paid by the pound

Oh burning pork flesh

the spit spins you 'round

 

I put an apple in your mouth

so that you won't squeal

and in an hour

you'll be my meal

 

Oh burning pork flesh

your revenge is so sweet

Oh burning pork flesh

when my heart stops to beat

 

 

 

 

*though I feel it's neccesary at this time to point out that I am not a vegetarian*

 

are you doing this to get ideas (or just copying poems) for song writing? because if you are, thats wrong, yet genius, too

 

I like. :) Poor little piggy!

damination {spaz} said:

fine, non penis poem coming up

I'm trying to do this based on memory, something I wrote in high school:

 

Oh burning pork flesh

you smell so sweet

Oh burning pork flesh

your taste can't be beat

 

Oh burning pork flesh

I paid by the pound

Oh burning pork flesh

the spit spins you 'round

 

I put an apple in your mouth

so that you won't squeal

and in an hour

you'll be my meal

 

Oh burning pork flesh

your revenge is so sweet

Oh burning pork flesh

when my heart stops to beat

 

 

 

 

*though I feel it's neccesary at this time to point out that I am not a vegetarian*

 

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