Creative Writing Basher Poetry [Updated 9-23-05]

Basher's Poetry

Here is a poem I had fun with. It was in color but hopefully you can still see it. Plus you need to read it by line ignore the * until later.

All the Men Rated PG.

All the men
That lie, cheat
And steal. Will ****************Meet their fate with me behind
The wheel. I will*************Take my 1995 ford taurus and run
them over. My**************Tires will squeal and rubber will burn.
They can not**************out run or hide. I will find them no matter
What and****************at all costs. Until I finally got those bastards
I will not***************rest. One by one they will all fall. I then will
Climb out*************of my car and stand next to each one. I will spit and laugh in
Their dead face for I am sick and tired of how they act. It has been said many times that
You do deserve better then this. But finally someone has acted upon this. You may think
That I am mad or a little bit crazy. But Basher knows the truth you will all agree with her.
Those men, who lie, cheat, steal, and she will also add in those who hurt women and all
Children have one fate and that is to become road kill. Wither it be by Basher’s car or a
Fate by the hands of God at least those men die. You may not like this story or poem or
Whatever I wrote. See this may see like a strange thing to do. But once you fully see the
Truth you ****will get a better understanding to what is written. See what I have done is
odd but***********Doing what I******************say. I would like
All who************look at this********************take a small
Step back************and have*********************a look-see.

 

an very good poem a differnet topic but it is interesting

 

Basher.. I am At a loss of words....

Good work. i actually found it funny.

 

Stranger

I look to you and see someone I once knew.
But you have changed too much; you are a stranger to me.
It is not your looks that have changed for they have remained the same.
It is the inside you.
You used to be someone I could go to when I needed help.
Wither it was for advice or financially you were always there.
I tried to help you as much as I could but I can’t anymore.
I just don’t know you.
Anytime I felt like the world was too much.
You were always there
What happened to you? The ear I could cry into over the phone.
It is as if I never knew you for you have changed too much.
You would give me advice when I would swear that I never needed it
Each time you spoke I listened hard for any wisdom you may have held
I put you upon a pedestal for I valued you so most.
But now it is all gone. It seams forever lost.
We had our differences as many people do.
No matter what we knew that we loved each other.
But now I just don’t know who you are anymore.
I have no clue what to do or how to help you.
You still understand but I don’t understand you.
It isn’t just me that has seen you change.
You are a stranger and I don’t want you to be one.
I want you back the way you used to be.
Have I done anything wrong?
Is there something that I can do?
Please go back to the way you once were.
Daddy please don’t be a stranger anymore.

*
This is a little different that is all I can say.

 

Whoa there. The poem didn't strike me as much more than a loosely compiled letter about a heartfelt, angsty relationship falling apart... until the last line. Funny how the whole thing suddenly seemed to tie itself together. Good job plugging the catch at the very end.

Well done.

~W

 

Say Goodbye

The air held no remorse
Its stale breath strangled us
Clouds encased our eyes
Tears like rain down poured
We sat together
In our clan
Waiting for news
Hoping for something
But nothing good came our way
Comforting each other is all we had left
But it still was not enough
We yearned for the truth
To know the unknown
He came out taking away our wait
Our hearts collapsed
We were lucky he said
We had a chance to “say goodbye.”

 

Fist Poem: I liked it, and it was funny. Different writing style though.

Second:

Ill steal Wertitis's answer on that, if he doesn't mind.

Third: Touched me emotionly, it tied up some of the feelings in my life right now.

 

Okay, just for the record, that first one scared the living bejeezus out of me, like some kind of crazy-stalker-murdering-woman in a Lifetime movie or something. x_x Love the format though, I always liked those kinds of poems. The last two are surprisingly touching for someone like me who likes to think that he's an apathetic tough guy (psh, yeah right). Anyways, they're all nice... keep writing and stop scaring me.

 

Like Noodle said, i'm at loss of words. Do teach me the ways of your writing Basher! *bows* The first one I can't believe I never read before. I had to reread it three times. lol. Sweet, second one was long and awesome. I loved it. The third one shocked me a little, but touched me. It was different from your other poems! You rulez.

 

Until you’re gone

Every time I talk to you
There are things I can’t say
Words I don’t dare to speak
I can’t believe
That soon you will be gone

I don’t want to lose you
I know you can’t control it
But I can’t accept the truth
That soon you will be gone

I need to realize
That you won’t live forever
You tell us
Soon I will be gone

No one can face the truth
We just can’t believe
When you say
I am dying

Now I understand
You need us
More then anything
We needed to be strong
For soon you could be gone

I say could now
Because unfortunately I am young
I don't believe
That soon you will be gone

I will be the strength you need
I will assist you
I will not let you go quietly

No matter what
I do love you
But you will stand up
You will fight this
You will not leave

If there is a chance
Together, we will take it
You are no longer alone
Forgive me for being late
I just can't accept you being gone

 

It was something simple that just seemed to exude the right feeling. I'd bewrong to say it was sad..But right. I don't know what to say. What I do know is, you did an amazing job Basher.

 

Not bad though it seems to miss the 'flavor', or the zing, of some of your previous works. Seems very personal, so I won't be too critical. I know how it can be sometimes.

Rather, nice work. I like the form and it flows pretty good.

~W

 

Okay now that I have taken a college course need some input on writing. Pretty much because we have to edit it... I figured more would help really. Plus I have known everyone for so long I respect your opinions.

Here are the 5 i submitted. But only going over 3 in class. (First 3)

5 haiku
Locked inside
Hidden from the cold
Awaiting the warmth
The New Year brings

Emerging from their homes
Breathing in the day
Seeing world with new life

Fresh cut blades of grass
Mixing in with the flowers
Brings the summer days

Walking in clammy sand
Wave on wave washing in, out
Lapping my feet

Bright reds, oranges, and yellows
Fall to the ground
Color as fire

Closed Door
A door appeared
You opened it
And on its hinges it swayed
Rocking back and forth
With every swing
It got smaller and smaller
Only needing two days
Until it reached
Its place in the frame
Locking in place
Finally from what was said
The heart sealed forever
It could take no more


Cello Garden
The case is the dirt
Inside shields and protects the seed
With every stroke upon the fine line
The flowers grow
They sing as if given song
Bursting from the ground in waves
Their colors arranged like melody
Every strum brings on a new wave
Until the garden becomes full
The music recedes
The gardener finished

Famous
How do I become one of billions?
With my score etched on history’s grave
A name lasting an eternity.

Do I create a short story?
Like a beating heart
Or the greatest of expectations
Add in a tiger

Maybe poetry?
Quoting a flighty bird
Or talking to a captain
Even take a different path

Something to attract attention?
President?
Protector?

Do I stray?
With positively terrible deeds
Blood resting on hands

What is left?
Only on a family tree
In time it disintegrates
How do I become not forgotten?

Raining
Tilt back head feel the patter
Droplets falling from the sky
Washing the face
Of all passersby
Chill in the air
On this April morn
As droplets seep into the earth
Giving birth to new blades of grass