Hi i decided to join this site and post this poem i have wrote. I thought this site was the best place to post such a poem. If any one else has a poem that they would like to share i would be more than happy to read. thanks. i say fuck the 21st century and all it has taught me Fuck the 21st century and all the technology I say bollocks to social media sh*t and the mass of infromation on it bollocks to your face book page and everything you say Who gives a shit about celebrity skin when this 21st century air's polluted like a bin who gives a shit about money and stuff when its just being used to keep us in line I say fuck the 21st century and its society fuck the 21st century where's the anarchy i say bollocks to modern living water from the tap i say bollocks to microwave coockers and over eating like a twAt who gives a shit whats on T.V when all i need is a field to be free who gives a shit about fastion and things for it all just ends up in the fucking bin. by lewi davies
i like it. i'm not really into poetry, so i don't have anything to share. :/ sorry. do you have anything else like this?
thanks Phoshyx i appreciate the possitive reply. i do have one more but i dont think its ready yet but i will post it when its ready. \m/
here's another poem i came up with. i am stuck i am traped i am squashed i am cramped i cant breath i cant see i cant stretch im gunna retch i feel small i feel lost i feel agner i feel stress i need air i need space i need a view i dont need this fast pace i need fields i need trees i need grass and the bugs between i need dirt i need rust i need to live my life the way i want i dont need your money i dont need your system i am not a robot my lifes not your decision i dont need your politics i dont want to know im not atached to any system apart from my own i dont need a council house i dont need a flat i dont wanna be caged up like some poor rat i dont want to rely on you i dont need yourrespect all you dirty politicians PAY YOUR FUCKING RENT !!!!!!!!!!!!
some more lyrics i have come up while in a state of bordem and random singing while playing my guitar its only a couple of lines and cant work nothing to go with it. chicken song. im just a chicken sitting hear in a battrey farm with 15 thousand other chickens all singing along. singing fuck, fuck kfc fuck you kernal K you murding muther fucka you put me in pain just, just so you just so you can get PAID. thats all i got and it will probably sound shit if you havent got the funky rhythm i have in my head. its supposed to be a funky crusty sound. damm i wish i had a way to record myself. :/ \m/ i also have these lyrics which are more for crust sounding thrash. Chorus: plastic bags plastic bags platic fucking plastic bags Verse: platic bags cover our earth plastic bagis in our dirt Plastic bags polute our sea plastic bags fuck cant you see Chorus: plastic bags plastic bags platic fucking plastic bags Verse: so much plastic every where aint no escape from the plastic air so much plastic every where FUCK look at the plastic every WHERE Chorus: plastic bags plastic bags platic fucking plastic bags Verse: plastic and profit come hand in hand the more fucking plastic the more money for the man the more money for the man the more plastic he can PRODUCE (then a brake down sort of thing ) \m/
hi my fellow scumbags, iv'e written a song/poem/story and would love some feedback. why have i posted it hear you may think, well mainly because i dont know where else to post it. i have an idea of a concept album and have some more song type storys but there still at early stages this one im pretty happy with. i look forward to hearing peoples thoughts The beginning of the end. As he stumbled into a smoke filled room, with shady characters sat around and smashed bottles on the ground. He didn’t realise it then but this was the beginning of the end for our dear friend. He could smell the desperation and addiction in the air, but that didn't stop him no he didn't care. He proceeded on in and sat on an old wooden chair witch squeaked and earned him a stair. From an old crack head who sat in the corner, he got up snarled and slowly walked over. You could see this old guy was already a goner. He pulled up a chair and sat in a ponder. He eventually asked for a cigarette but to our friends regret he had none left. The old man got up and said “boy you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Now the room was dark and the air was wet. There were people all-around who hadn’t slept and a small little child who wept to herself. Our friend he took a hit from a bottle which was sat next to an underage gurner, the taste was rancid but he didn’t mind that’s the way likes to pass his spare time. All off a sudden the door bursts in, a sketchy balled fuck sitting on the sofa gave a grin, cos he knew what was coming he knew what was there all he could do was just sit and stair. And there at the door way appeared two men, one hippy sort with something green in his long hair and a withered young man dead in the face, they both wandered in at an alarming pace. He kicked off his introduction with a smile and a bow. This tall hippy stranger wearing a gown, missing a tooth or two he didn’t mind he was just happy to be alive. He introduced his friend who was gouched out, lying on the floor past out. But there was something about him our friend didn’t like, he looked the type of guy to dig you with a knife. Then the hippy man went inside his gown, pulled out a bag which contained something brown, passed a little bit to our friend, my god was this not the end. A pretty punk rough chick with brown and blue hair came over and sat by our friend. She taught him how to engage the substance; they sat and smoked in the silence. They both laid down on the green stained carpet, drifted away as the world slowly melted, this room now looks beautiful and perfect no longer filthy and infected. 4 hours pass and he gains consciousness at last, just to find he’s still lying on his ass. He gradually opens his eyes to find that girl chocked to death by his side. There was only one around to hear the sound when she drowned on her own vomit. She sitting in the corner scared and quiet too nervous to move in case she broke the silence. There was nothing he could do the act was done dose he escape with the little girl or does he run. (Possible end cliff hanger) He sat there and didn’t think the only emotion he felt was guilt, then realised the best thing to do is to get up and make a fucking move. So he put on his boots wiped the sick off his side, run over to the little girl who was trying to hide. Passed the hippy man stumbled and tripped fell into a pile of black bags, oh the stink. He made it into the street and onto the road, run about a mile and collapsed on the floor, when he awoke the girl was gone And this was the beginning
FUCK UKIP! UKIP...Haha what a waste of time, right wing politics all over again. stupid f*cking fascists trying to keep us in line, i don't believe in you or your lies. UKIP, conservative, labor, libdem. there all run by over paid old men. puppets for the power not the poor, capitalism's the problem not the solution. so you have a problem with immigration and over population. ever thought it had something to do with the lack of sexual protection. put yourself in the boots of an asylum, where white men came to your land and plundered. burnt your crops, bombed your home and created airborne virus's that are unknown. the government is provoking race wars and violence. the government is provoking conflict between cultures. the government is provoking uneducated choices. the government is provoking patriotic voices. the great British isles have been invaded many of times from people far and wide. from the Romans to the vikings, the Normans at the Celts, all brought something little along to help. if keeping Britain British is the plan, you better go convict every potato farm in the land, every kebab house and curry shop too, even McDonald's is american you fool. i embrace Britain as a melting pot of culture, the fashion, the food, the music and color. imagine a world without Reggae and Dub....should we bother. so keeping Britain British is nothing but a joke, along with that Nigel Farage bloke. i represent humanity as a whole who share a small world spinning around a black hole, in the emptiness of space, put down your differences and join the human race.
The beginning of the end would be cool as a spoken word piece over some quirky, overdriven guitar based instrumentation.
I thought the first couple reminded me of like crass or subhumans. "The beginning of the end" was really good, you used alot of detail that was lacking in the previous pieces. I try to write poetry alot too, but I don't get really political with it. I use it as more personal venting type stuff. I know the idea of poetry is kinda to make words rhyme, but I find that if you have a good meter and good descriptions, then I would say try minimize they rhymes cause I think too much rhyming ends up sounding really cliche, boring, and predictable. If I am gonna use rhyming words, I like to use forced rhymes, which are words that don't rhyme unless you make them. So, like instead of "Do" and "You" something like "Fuck" and "Crook"... words that don't exactly rhyme but you can make them sound like they do. It comes off feeling alot less formulaic and more free. anyways, I'm new here too. cool to meet ya.
hi drain the blood welcome. thanks man for the positive feed back yep i have a close friend who also writes poetry n he dosent like writing unless it rhymes it bugs me somtimes but each for thier own. personally i just write n if it rhymes then it rhymes. ye i got board of writing about my feelings and shit although i do but i keep it to myself and usally dont share it. i find writing political shit more fun and i have an aim which helps. ye ive been told the begging of the end have give people goosebumbs but i cant find the right music to go with it but im experimenting at the moment. would love to find like wise people to start a band. my towns shit tho punk scens dead. i have some shit on bandcamp if you wanna check it out. its all experimental at the moment and im not 100% happy with it but fuck it. \m/
hi drain the blood welcome. thanks man for the positive feed back yep i have a close friend who also writes poetry n he dosent like writing unless it rhymes it bugs me somtimes but each for thier own. personally i just write n if it rhymes then it rhymes. ye i got board of writing about my feelings and shit although i do but i keep it to myself and usally dont share it. i find writing political shit more fun and i have an aim which helps. ye ive been told the begging of the end have give people goosebumbs but i cant find the right music to go with it but im experimenting at the moment. would love to find like wise people to start a band. my towns shit tho punk scens dead. i have some shit on bandcamp if you wanna check it out. its all experimental at the moment and im not 100% happy with it but fuck it. \m/
hi drain the blood welcome. thanks man for the positive feed back yep i have a close friend who also writes poetry n he dosent like writing unless it rhymes it bugs me somtimes but each for thier own. personally i just write n if it rhymes then it rhymes. ye i got board of writing about my feelings and shit although i do but i keep it to myself and usally dont share it. i find writing political shit more fun and i have an aim which helps. ye ive been told the begging of the end have give people goosebumbs but i cant find the right music to go with it but im experimenting at the moment. would love to find like wise people to start a band. my towns shit tho punk scens dead. i have some shit on bandcamp if you wanna check it out. its all experimental at the moment and im not 100% happy with it but fuck it. \m/
hi drain the blood welcome. thanks man for the positive feed back yep i have a close friend who also writes poetry n he dosent like writing unless it rhymes it bugs me somtimes but each for thier own. personally i just write n if it rhymes then it rhymes. ye i got board of writing about my feelings and shit although i do but i keep it to myself and usally dont share it. i find writing political shit more fun and i have an aim which helps. ye ive been told the begging of the end have give people goosebumbs but i cant find the right music to go with it but im experimenting at the moment. would love to find like wise people to start a band. my towns shit tho punk scens dead. i have some shit on bandcamp if you wanna check it out. its all experimental at the moment and im not 100% happy with it but fuck it. \m/