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  • Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 9:04:00 AM) Post reply

    BLACK Shadow:

    I’m In No Race Today
    To Take Your Place
    In No Hurry
    To Follow Your Daytime Charade
    That Dark Shadow
    Yeah No Shadow, Nothing In My Face
    This Day
    ..And This I Contain…Just Let Me Explain

    No One Needs Your Dark Faces
    Looking Down
    Anywhere Around
    Everybody’s Already Seen
    Yeah Everyone Knows
    Owns
    Personal Dark Places
    Their Own Dark Faces
    Even On Their Ground
    I Have Found

    Just Follow Your Own Black Shadow
    Yeah Your Own Black Shadow
    Needs, Yeah Feeds
    Owns Only You
    Only You Today
    This I Am Sorry To Say

    The Black Shadow Comes Crawling
    Crawling Back To Your Door
    Black Shadow, Back To Shock
    …And Back To Lock, Lock You Again
    Yeah To Nail Your Head To The Floor

    Your Black Shadow Comes Running
    Always Running, Always Ruining
    Yeah Ruining Your Core
    Black Shadow Comes Running
    Always Back For More
    Even If He, Is The Only One To Fall


    Why Did You Go Back For More
    How Could You
    Yeah How Did You Open His Door

    Try To Look Forward My Friend
    Not Just Straight Ahead
    Even If It Sounds Like A Lie
    A Black Shadow Will Always Try
    Try To Confuse
    Try To Consume
    If You Listen To It All...And Follow His Call
    If You’re Listening To The End
    You Just Might End Up Dead
    …And Your Black Shadow Will Just
    Replace Your Head

  • Savannah Oakes (4/21/2013 10:16:00 PM) Post reply

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    And my voice was not faint
    Nor my face so devoid
    Or my mind so blank
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    Which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes,
    that impulsive organ,
    I've attempted to stray:
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.


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  • Savannah Oakes (4/21/2013 10:14:00 PM) Post reply

    A Brisk Walk

    Midnight on a winding street
    air still as the grave
    no danger lurking
    no signs of wake

    You swagger on
    gingerly to the left
    then suddenly—
    a hand is in your hand
    hot breath against your cheek
    a whisper in your ear:

    “My love, my light
    come lie with me.
    We'll meet at great new heights
    where you will be set free
    from hands that bind
    to a land of bliss,
    so you won't but mind
    as you float down the abyss.”

    With no note of dissent
    no sigh, no frown, nor shake
    you are whisked away,
    taking steady steps and deep breaths
    to the hole where you shall lay.

    When finally you do arrive
    you're beckoned to lie down
    you stumble in, burrowing
    careful not to make a sound.

    Morning comes, but not the sun,
    Eyes search, but nothing found.
    Hands grasp at dirt, nails rake on stone
    at this new burial ground.

    Screaming does no good
    nor fight, nor will, nor pain
    you are here and here for good
    because doth wed the night
    and the night doth betrayed.

    “Away now morning light,
    Farewell bitter day!
    Soon we will reunite,
    perhaps from inner fray.
    So beat your drums,
    grapple in spite,
    measure your sums.
    Forget this little slight,
    For tomorrow comes! ”

    So lie down,
    calm, secure
    make most of this fine bed
    you've dug yourself out of
    time and time again.

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/21/2013 12:11:00 PM) Post reply

    A Dreamer With A Heart

    Sometimes its hard to be a dreamer, when love is on your mind.
    I know that heartbreak sometimes is, the worst nightmare of its kind.
    Sometimes i wake up crying, because of nightmares i have had.
    Dreams of us together, then things got really bad.

    You would say its over, you hate me and we're through.
    So i'd lay down and i would cry, there was nothing i could do.
    You would hurt me deep inside, my heart would ache so bad.
    then i saw you walk away, and tears were all i had.

    When you said that it was over, you cut me very deep.
    Even though it hurt so bad, my heart was yours to keep.
    Then i wake up crying, my heart is torn apart.
    I know no matter what i do, i'm a dreamer with a heart.

  • Chris Leermakers (4/20/2013 5:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Your Version:

    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine
    Increasingly Unpopular
    The Black Light Divine
    Where The Sun Hits Down Hard
    From The Earth To The Moon
    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine

    Look Up
    Tell Me What You See
    Are There Eyes Looking Down
    In The Forest Of Night
    Can You See The White Lagoon
    Within The Limits Of Your Sight
    So There The Creatures Sit
    And Wait For Your Command
    Wondering For A Moment
    Impatient Thus They Hunger
    Confusion Rules The Land
    Next Emotion Anger

    Bitterness Surrounds Us When Sweetness Is A Lie
    I Can See Them Laughing
    In The Corner Of My Eye
    In Time They Will Discover
    The Wrongs That Have Been Done
    Let Them Stay And Take Cover
    I’m Heading For The Sun
    The Place Where I Reside
    Fresh Inexperienced Fruit
    Make Me Want To Hide
    Here Is Only Freedom
    And Beauty All Around
    Nothing To Distract You
    Or Move You From Your Ground
    We See Ourselves As Children
    Stuck In An Adult Frame
    Every Day Is Different
    And Nothing Stays The Same
    The Path To Life Is Simple
    You’ve Heard It All Before
    I Want To Hear Your Version

    So Come And Tell Me More
    It May Not Be Short And Sweet
    Or In Another Time
    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine….

  • Chris Leermakers (4/20/2013 3:12:00 AM) Post reply

    NUMB:


    I Got The Feeling
    That Feeling Just The Other Day
    Went For A Walk
    Couldn't Hear Any Talk
    Yeah Couldn't Hear The World Talk

    The Light Seemed Dim
    And No Shade Could I see
    Just Darkness Looking
    Looking Down On Me

    When I Looked Up
    At The Sun
    It Didn't Look Happy This Day
    Doesn't Look Happy Today

    Yes Still Blinded
    Blinded A Little
    But I Couldn't Look Away
    Couldn't Move My Eyes
    Just Couldn't Look Any Other Way

    Light Just Got Darker
    Sun Still Didn't Look Happy
    And I Was Just Distracted
    Yes We'll Were So Detracted
    When?
    Then

    Our Sun Just Turned Black
    Now Just A Black Star Shining
    Sending Darkness Over Everyone
    Killing Our Fun And Killing Our Sun
    BUT

    We Were To Dumb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die
    Yeah We Were To Numb To Run
    And To Dead To Die

    When Some Of Us Woke
    Mona Lisa's Face Was Melted
    Some Still Alive
    Many Just Cremated
    Bur Most Of Us Still Very Sedated

    Millions Crying
    Asking What They Did
    Asking What We Created
    Now Just Darkness
    No More Morning
    Yes No More Dawn

    But We're Going to Find A Way
    Find Another Way
    To Spawn
    As There's Always Another Way
    To Just Mourn
    Now Is It Time
    To Just Spawn, Cause:

    We Were To Dumb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die
    Just Too Numb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/19/2013 9:45:00 PM) Post reply

    Life Contemplations:

    Sometimes I sit and wonder why is my life this way.
    Sometimes I lay back and contemplate but don't know what to say.
    I wish that I could change the past erase the things that I have done wrong.
    I know that I can get through life as long as I stay strong.

    I'll never make my mama proud I know that deep inside.
    I know I'll break my mama's heart those feelings I can't hide.
    I know she wants to see me do good I am her baby boy.
    She wants to see e succeed in life it would bring her lots of joy.

    So sometimes I sit and wonder how can I make her proud me.
    I want my life to go how it should how it's suppose to be.
    So I know when I get I'll find myself a wife.
    Love the woman that I'm with and live the rest of my life.

    So now you see that in my life there's a lot of complications.
    So at night I lay back and review lifes contemplations.

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/19/2013 9:37:00 PM) Post reply

    A Psychopath's Mind:

    I don't live a hippies life I just smoke my weed.
    I never asked for anything I have all I need.
    People think I'm slow because of how quiet I can be.
    That's the sign of a psychopath so come on fuck with me.

    Then you have the fakers who likes to run their lips.
    But when they let them out the gate they some how always slip.
    I don't go and play the gate it's just not fun for me.
    If he sees me on the street my fist is all he'll see.

    See I'm not the one to play no games I do what I gotta do.
    And if you get on my bad side then I feel bad for you.
    I won't kill you off the bat you'll live a little but.
    You'll die a slow and painful death with every cut and every slit.

    They'll never find your body I'll set the whole place on fire.
    Just to see you die will be my passion and my desire.
    Just remember one thing and I hope you can see.
    That I can hurt you really bad so come on fuck with me.

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/19/2013 9:19:00 PM) Post reply

    Christmas:

    When you think of Christmas you think of happy times.
    You think of Christmas dinner pies and sweet red wine.
    You think of all the presents underneath the tree.
    You think of all the family and how happy they will be.

    You eat your Christmas cookies and drink your eggnog too.
    You think of all the presents that someone gave to you.
    You sing some Christmas Carols and watch some movies too.
    Then you dream of Santa Clause his beard and big red coat.

    You know St. Nick is tired from all the presents he has to tote.
    So you leave him milk and cookies so he can have a little rest.
    You know it won't add up to much but you know you did your best.
    Your just glad it's Christmas that special time of year.

    So you decorate your house and spread some Christmas cheer.
    So yes it is that time of year we know it to be true.
    So have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too! !

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/19/2013 9:07:00 PM) Post reply

    Riding Out:

    As I sit here in prison for a crime I didn't commit.
    Girl I have to be honest I think this time I'm hit.
    It's lonesome here in prison without you by my side.
    It's hard to do my time in here without a girl that will ride.

    The moneys not a problem you know just what I'll do.
    My words are gold but fuck it all all I want is you.
    And you know that I eat triple trays and I would sleep good at night.
    But without you here in my arms I can't help but fight.

    I tell the boys to watch their mouths when they come out their neck.
    I know without you in my life girl my life's a wreck.
    I thought I had it bad when I looked death in it's face.
    But that was easy this is hard I need your loving embrace.

    I'm not afraid of many things but this one thing I know.
    I'm afraid that you might leave me I'm afraid that you might go.
    Come on girl and say you'll stay say you will ride with me.
    Tell me that you love me show me the rider that you can be.

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