Casch 0 #1 November 22, 2003 It's about time we have a threat dedicated to poetry. It doesn't have to be skydiving related, just poetry. What inspires you? This is a place for love poems, skydiving poems, rhyming poems, non-rhyming poems, collections of thoughts, whatever you feel comfortable dishing out How Do I Say How can I prove it to you, That my feelings are a constant. An unending feeling of passion on my mind, In my body. What can I say to you, So that you may understand? So that you can know that I am for real. I am the one. I am yours. I smile when you say my name, When you brush the hair from your eyes. It's hard to find the words to say, To form the mosaic in my mind into coherent phrases. There is no word, no angelic adjective, To describe what I feel. Which is understandable, For I doubt anyone has ever felt exactly this way. Incurable Pain Some days it seems everyone has someone. Lately they're everywhere I look. They all have company, Someone to put their arms around. Someone to love. Everywhere I look, I realize I'm alone. I thought I would be happy single, No one to worry about, No one to worry about me. No chance of getting hurt. The reality is this; I'm not strong enough to be alone. When I see everyone so happy, With the ones they love, I feel like I'm suffocating. I have so much love to give, But no one to accept it. It's the worst kind of pain. Not curable with drugs. You can't treat it like a cut or a bruise. The only way to stop the pain, Is to find someone to love. Joshua Hendricks - 03/02/2003 The first poem just sorta came to me out of no where, it's nothing special, and isn't necessarily directed toward anyone. It's just how I felt at the moment. The second was written at the beginning of the year, all my friends, and I mean ALL of them, suddenly had companions, and it appeared that absolutely everyone else had one too, and I didn't, and I wasn't happy about that So start posting some poems, maybe we can inspire non-poem people to write works of art? Ya never know Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites CrazyIvan 0 #2 November 22, 2003 Skydiving is cool Skydiving is goovy, Jump with me baby And show me your boobies __________________________________________ Blue Skies and May the Force be with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Casch 0 #3 November 22, 2003 Now THAT'S a work of art Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #4 November 22, 2003 She's dropped her basket of daisies and the petals scatter the ground. endless fields of summer sage dance in her wild, wintery smiles. her soft jasmine kisses light the night skies lost in words that fuel the soul...kill the mind. her deep expressionless eyes hold her dark beauty. a beauty that leaves the senses raw and shaken. written for a dear friend of mine who lost her poor little mind. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Casch 0 #5 November 22, 2003 Wow, that is a touching poem. Reminds me of my grandmother who's had dimentia for several years, and is now in a high security home for dementia/alzheimers patients. I miss who she was Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Darius11 12 #6 November 22, 2003 Here is one i just did. The edge of the sword has been thrusted threw my heart. The pain of my flesh is nothing compared to my soul falling apart I know the mistakes that make a man grow usually cues pain I know the mad ones are more alert and the insane are the sane Black turns to white as night turns to day I always said never until never came on my way I have felt the sorrow I know about the pain To so many of my loved ones I do not seem sane. But as time flys and the things we love die I feel immortal in the beautiful blue sky I can not explain like the feeling of a first kiss Until you feel that embrace for your self you will not get this No words will do it justice as the words don’t understand What it feels to have your soul so far above land Maybe in time we will all know what I feel But explain I will do no more as my lips are sealedI'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Casch 0 #7 November 22, 2003 Haha! I love it! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites feuergnom 22 #8 November 22, 2003 and death shall have no dominion.... give's me the shivers everytime i read itThe universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle dudeist skydiver # 666 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites cindee 0 #9 November 22, 2003 This is a poem written by a GI when I told him I liked sunsets. I was only 16 at the time... Sitting on a rock, With a moss carpet At my feet. My soul blends with the earth, As the feeling takes hold. Dusk falls, Like a sweeping curtain Slowly at first, And then swiftly, Enveloping all, In its tender folds. Music comes, Supplied by crickets, And small green frogs. A gentle wind, And the leaves join the symphony. I gaze upward, Slowly, So not to miss anything, And into view, Comes a hill. Fringed by the sinking sun, With its radiant shades of pink. The trees in their splendid greenery, Are now shadows, Against a greater sort of light... That of night. Such a small miracle. And yet, So large a wonder, As the enigma begins, Only to end. To make the pieces Create a whole.__________________________________________________ "If happy little bluebirds fly above the rainbow, why oh why can't I?" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites CrazyIvan 0 #10 November 22, 2003 Hickory dick, hickory dock, I got in before the lock __________________________________________ Blue Skies and May the Force be with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites yardhippie 0 #11 November 23, 2003 Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray. Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill. Why time is other than time was. Nor can our question satisfy The answer in the statue's eye. Only the living ask whose brow May wear the Roman Laurel now: The dead say only how. What happens to the living when they die? Death is not understoood by death: nor your, nor I.Goddam dirty hippies piss me off! ~GFD "What do I get for closing your rig?" ~ me "Anything you want." ~ female skydiver Mohoso Rodriguez #865 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #12 November 23, 2003 Buried Alive Unzip my lips, free these moths from my tongue Unstitch this iris, let my soul find her home. Open my ears, let this voice fill my mind. Scrape this moss from my skin, cut my face from these vines. Could you loosen these chains love, my fingers can't breathe. Would you untie my hair, let these serpents go free?Clear this mud from my veins, tear these webs from my eyes. Sweep the dust from my words love, they're ready to fly. Take me out of this hole, lift my life from this cave. They've made a mistake child, this isn't my grave Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites themitchyone 0 #13 November 23, 2003 Finally, a poetry thread. Here is one of more macabre poems, but one of my favorites: for Mark The Day We Buried You Lying in the wooden box you looked like wax, much like the King did, glistening. I touched your ice cold forehead, and the thought of you lying in a dark refrigerator somewhere, on the night of the day you died, came back into my mind. What a twisted grand plan to be kept fresh until it was time to put you in the ground to decay, which matched your sense of humor. You thought you’d be cool when you learned your remains could be set off in Fourth of July fireworks, but the blasted story would be over too soon, so you had decided on a plot for your daughter to visit. That afternoon, the sun was covered with orange-gray smoke from the blazing hills of La Cresenta, and the ashes fell upon the cars and our shoulders and on the food you loved, dusting everything. We knew it was you, in the end, to have the final word, laughing at those who suffer you. Susan Michele Spray Copyright 2002"If the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girl's sports such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing." - Homer Simpson Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Darius11 12 #14 November 23, 2003 Here is another one that i posted as lyrics about a few days back. Nobody said any thing. So i think every one thinks it sucks but i like it so here it is AS I FALL The shade has been drawn on the shattered soul I breed The pain I feel has broth me to my knees Lies that destroyed all that was true The hate I feel the hate I must step threw The wind shakes my frame but my soul is still Turn off my mind all the thoughts I kill Finally free as I no longer care All of my mind is dead falling threw the air. The flytrap closing in all around me The taste was sweet but I am no longer free My life lost as you tricked my soul I want to fly you can keep your control The cold air makes me numb to the pain I open my eyes and shake off the strain If I fall as fast as I can maybe then I can leave this shit behind and not pretend To care about what you love more then life The money, whores, and your silicone wife All I want is to smell the sea To always be true and always be meI'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites dropdeded 0 #15 November 23, 2003 I really dont know anything about poetry. So my worthless contribution will have to be something like, uh, Roses are red Violets are blue Most poems rhyme And this one dont dropdeded------------------------------------------ The Dude Abides. - Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #16 November 23, 2003 wow. that's incredible, beautifully written. cieux bleus, amanda Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Darius11 12 #17 November 23, 2003 Thank you I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites shawnstarr 0 #18 November 23, 2003 i wrote this for after a break up with my ex. we lived together for 2 years. Lost in a dream about you as I suddenly awake But tears down my face because I knew it was fake Losing your love is like a shove to the heart Without you near, my world is falling apart its hard getting up out of this cold lonely bed Its hard not to remember that this was the spot for your head I used to wake up before you and whisper into your ear I’d tell you how pretty and peaceful you looked sleeping there And promise to always hold you near Just looking into your brown eyes Where bright sparks would fly And our souls, lost their disguise Where a power so resilient lies As powerful as the sunrise That we used to watch wrapped up in a blanket with the cold air all around And Just for that moment our souls would combine we would connect and everything bad would seem fine I’d rub your back and you would scratch mine But now I'm stuck with so many questions And I’ve learned so many lessons I promise I'm better. I swear I have changed. My souls combination has now been rearranged. As I write, I'm still on my flight to discover My purpose in life all alone by myself, lonely as hell Depression sets in, and I start to dwell On my path, through goodness and evil I would like to wipe our slate clean And have a chance to redeem Of being a King to my Queen But all I can do is dream A hallucination it seems The drug of your love, now I fiend. Now I have to get up and start my day Up out of the bed that we used to lay The bed that held two true lovers Playing all night under the covers I go out in the cold for my morning jog I can still hear your sweet voice likes its coming out of the fog I run trough the neighborhood like we used to Only now one set of footprints in the early mornings dew One set of footprints instead of two.------------------------------------------------ 'I refuse to tiptoe quitely through life only to arrive safely at death' Anon Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites freefallfreak 0 #19 November 23, 2003 There once was a lad named James, Who had a passion for idiot games. He lighted the hair of his young love's affair, and laughed - while she pee'd through the flames. TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites dzdiva 7 #20 November 23, 2003 Gee TripleF you are sooooo romantic!! I'm trying to figure out whether I'm swooning or cringing in pain!!"It's not just a daydream if you choose to make it your life..." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites freefallfreak 0 #21 November 23, 2003 ROFLMAO!!! I just couldn't help it... TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #22 November 23, 2003 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Paige 0 #23 November 23, 2003 Thanks for starting this post. I love to write poetry. I Just finished up a quarter long creative writing poetry workshop. Here are the 5 poems I chose for my final portfolio. Hope you enjoy. Some of these were my first attempts at a skydiving poem, hope they don't suck too bad Sin City I Lavish life styles, sex sold everywhere. Strolling down the strip, stranger upon stranger passes. The city with no clocks or limits on how much you can spend. The liquor flows until the sun rises and ruins the party. It’s real, It’s live, It’s Las Vegas. II Topless girls swing from brass poles. Sweat drips from their bodies as they seduce the rich and naïve. Hands grab and grope like the elderly couple pawing at the slot machines. The aroma of sin and filth emerges from the sewers treaded over by countless tourists. Go On Green At the edge of the ramp we wait, staring at the world 13,500 feet below. A scream, Green Light! We begin the count… Ready, Set, Skydive! The hum of terminal velocity increases and deafens our ears like the tornado that once ripped though Xenia many years ago. Flipping and falling he reaches up and grabs me for a kiss above the clouds. Falling 120 mph and being kissed stimulates the body and confuses the mind. For 60 seconds we are all alone, unaware of the world around us. We find happiness in falling together but its time to go, out of altitude. I reach and pull… the pilot chute soars and releases my lifeline. Deployment, I am stood up by green and white cloth and steer myself to safety. Returning to the land, the damming affect of gravity. I’m a junkie, strung out on the ground. Killer Instinct The rising sun brushes the landscape, burning off the morning’s fog. A red tailed hawk perching on the clubhouse stalks unsuspecting prey below. He guards his cornfield waiting to strike, a flurry of ground movements releases his killer instinct. The victim, unaware, is a devoured delight. Seasonal Changes He struggles for words, getting acquainted is tough. He’s the shy one, She’s the loud mouth. He flies the plane, She jumps out. They meet on the ground, he grabs and swings her through the summer. Soon the season ends, he migrates south while Ohio holds her captive. She dreams of palms trees, deep blue skies and magnificent cloud formations surrounding the gulf coast. Strangers in May, lovers by August. Seasonal changes mimic their loss as they long for summer to return. The Waking Light (For Dan) His earthly beauty alludes her passions. The serenity of his spirit when the waking light cracks through the restless blinds, is gone. His soft breath kissed her shoulder as he gently sighed through his early morning slumber. His placid hands caressed her body, pulling her closer. He embraces her unknowingly, this is the only time she feels love. When the two were together, they should have looked for the beauty in life instead of going to blows over minuscule and insignificant details. He was everything she craved but she did not want what they had.Tunnel Pink Mafia Delegate www.TunnelPinkMafia.com Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites turtlespeed 212 #24 November 23, 2003 As the dawn beaks The Battleground is seen. And the blood and death of the battle of just yesterday Can anyone stop this hell, This beast, A beast that lives to make us kill. Killing in sensless, endless rage, But there are those that survive, Surviving to beget mor killers, Or saviors, Saviors that will die by the hand of the Beast. Ok, yeah it's morbid, but it was a long time ago.I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #25 November 23, 2003 Big {{{{hug}}}} for turtle. I didn't know....wow Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Prev 1 2 3 Next Page 1 of 3 Join the conversation You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account. Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible. Reply to this topic... × Pasted as rich text. Paste as plain text instead Only 75 emoji are allowed. × Your link has been automatically embedded. Display as a link instead × Your previous content has been restored. Clear editor × You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL. 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CrazyIvan 0 #2 November 22, 2003 Skydiving is cool Skydiving is goovy, Jump with me baby And show me your boobies __________________________________________ Blue Skies and May the Force be with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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manifestbitch 0 #4 November 22, 2003 She's dropped her basket of daisies and the petals scatter the ground. endless fields of summer sage dance in her wild, wintery smiles. her soft jasmine kisses light the night skies lost in words that fuel the soul...kill the mind. her deep expressionless eyes hold her dark beauty. a beauty that leaves the senses raw and shaken. written for a dear friend of mine who lost her poor little mind. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Casch 0 #5 November 22, 2003 Wow, that is a touching poem. Reminds me of my grandmother who's had dimentia for several years, and is now in a high security home for dementia/alzheimers patients. I miss who she was Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Darius11 12 #6 November 22, 2003 Here is one i just did. The edge of the sword has been thrusted threw my heart. The pain of my flesh is nothing compared to my soul falling apart I know the mistakes that make a man grow usually cues pain I know the mad ones are more alert and the insane are the sane Black turns to white as night turns to day I always said never until never came on my way I have felt the sorrow I know about the pain To so many of my loved ones I do not seem sane. But as time flys and the things we love die I feel immortal in the beautiful blue sky I can not explain like the feeling of a first kiss Until you feel that embrace for your self you will not get this No words will do it justice as the words don’t understand What it feels to have your soul so far above land Maybe in time we will all know what I feel But explain I will do no more as my lips are sealedI'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Casch 0 #7 November 22, 2003 Haha! I love it! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites feuergnom 22 #8 November 22, 2003 and death shall have no dominion.... give's me the shivers everytime i read itThe universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle dudeist skydiver # 666 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites cindee 0 #9 November 22, 2003 This is a poem written by a GI when I told him I liked sunsets. I was only 16 at the time... Sitting on a rock, With a moss carpet At my feet. My soul blends with the earth, As the feeling takes hold. Dusk falls, Like a sweeping curtain Slowly at first, And then swiftly, Enveloping all, In its tender folds. Music comes, Supplied by crickets, And small green frogs. A gentle wind, And the leaves join the symphony. I gaze upward, Slowly, So not to miss anything, And into view, Comes a hill. Fringed by the sinking sun, With its radiant shades of pink. The trees in their splendid greenery, Are now shadows, Against a greater sort of light... That of night. Such a small miracle. And yet, So large a wonder, As the enigma begins, Only to end. To make the pieces Create a whole.__________________________________________________ "If happy little bluebirds fly above the rainbow, why oh why can't I?" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites CrazyIvan 0 #10 November 22, 2003 Hickory dick, hickory dock, I got in before the lock __________________________________________ Blue Skies and May the Force be with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites yardhippie 0 #11 November 23, 2003 Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray. Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill. Why time is other than time was. Nor can our question satisfy The answer in the statue's eye. Only the living ask whose brow May wear the Roman Laurel now: The dead say only how. What happens to the living when they die? Death is not understoood by death: nor your, nor I.Goddam dirty hippies piss me off! ~GFD "What do I get for closing your rig?" ~ me "Anything you want." ~ female skydiver Mohoso Rodriguez #865 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #12 November 23, 2003 Buried Alive Unzip my lips, free these moths from my tongue Unstitch this iris, let my soul find her home. Open my ears, let this voice fill my mind. Scrape this moss from my skin, cut my face from these vines. Could you loosen these chains love, my fingers can't breathe. Would you untie my hair, let these serpents go free?Clear this mud from my veins, tear these webs from my eyes. Sweep the dust from my words love, they're ready to fly. Take me out of this hole, lift my life from this cave. They've made a mistake child, this isn't my grave Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites themitchyone 0 #13 November 23, 2003 Finally, a poetry thread. Here is one of more macabre poems, but one of my favorites: for Mark The Day We Buried You Lying in the wooden box you looked like wax, much like the King did, glistening. I touched your ice cold forehead, and the thought of you lying in a dark refrigerator somewhere, on the night of the day you died, came back into my mind. What a twisted grand plan to be kept fresh until it was time to put you in the ground to decay, which matched your sense of humor. You thought you’d be cool when you learned your remains could be set off in Fourth of July fireworks, but the blasted story would be over too soon, so you had decided on a plot for your daughter to visit. That afternoon, the sun was covered with orange-gray smoke from the blazing hills of La Cresenta, and the ashes fell upon the cars and our shoulders and on the food you loved, dusting everything. We knew it was you, in the end, to have the final word, laughing at those who suffer you. Susan Michele Spray Copyright 2002"If the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girl's sports such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing." - Homer Simpson Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Darius11 12 #14 November 23, 2003 Here is another one that i posted as lyrics about a few days back. Nobody said any thing. So i think every one thinks it sucks but i like it so here it is AS I FALL The shade has been drawn on the shattered soul I breed The pain I feel has broth me to my knees Lies that destroyed all that was true The hate I feel the hate I must step threw The wind shakes my frame but my soul is still Turn off my mind all the thoughts I kill Finally free as I no longer care All of my mind is dead falling threw the air. The flytrap closing in all around me The taste was sweet but I am no longer free My life lost as you tricked my soul I want to fly you can keep your control The cold air makes me numb to the pain I open my eyes and shake off the strain If I fall as fast as I can maybe then I can leave this shit behind and not pretend To care about what you love more then life The money, whores, and your silicone wife All I want is to smell the sea To always be true and always be meI'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites dropdeded 0 #15 November 23, 2003 I really dont know anything about poetry. So my worthless contribution will have to be something like, uh, Roses are red Violets are blue Most poems rhyme And this one dont dropdeded------------------------------------------ The Dude Abides. - Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #16 November 23, 2003 wow. that's incredible, beautifully written. cieux bleus, amanda Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Darius11 12 #17 November 23, 2003 Thank you I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites shawnstarr 0 #18 November 23, 2003 i wrote this for after a break up with my ex. we lived together for 2 years. Lost in a dream about you as I suddenly awake But tears down my face because I knew it was fake Losing your love is like a shove to the heart Without you near, my world is falling apart its hard getting up out of this cold lonely bed Its hard not to remember that this was the spot for your head I used to wake up before you and whisper into your ear I’d tell you how pretty and peaceful you looked sleeping there And promise to always hold you near Just looking into your brown eyes Where bright sparks would fly And our souls, lost their disguise Where a power so resilient lies As powerful as the sunrise That we used to watch wrapped up in a blanket with the cold air all around And Just for that moment our souls would combine we would connect and everything bad would seem fine I’d rub your back and you would scratch mine But now I'm stuck with so many questions And I’ve learned so many lessons I promise I'm better. I swear I have changed. My souls combination has now been rearranged. As I write, I'm still on my flight to discover My purpose in life all alone by myself, lonely as hell Depression sets in, and I start to dwell On my path, through goodness and evil I would like to wipe our slate clean And have a chance to redeem Of being a King to my Queen But all I can do is dream A hallucination it seems The drug of your love, now I fiend. Now I have to get up and start my day Up out of the bed that we used to lay The bed that held two true lovers Playing all night under the covers I go out in the cold for my morning jog I can still hear your sweet voice likes its coming out of the fog I run trough the neighborhood like we used to Only now one set of footprints in the early mornings dew One set of footprints instead of two.------------------------------------------------ 'I refuse to tiptoe quitely through life only to arrive safely at death' Anon Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites freefallfreak 0 #19 November 23, 2003 There once was a lad named James, Who had a passion for idiot games. He lighted the hair of his young love's affair, and laughed - while she pee'd through the flames. TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites dzdiva 7 #20 November 23, 2003 Gee TripleF you are sooooo romantic!! I'm trying to figure out whether I'm swooning or cringing in pain!!"It's not just a daydream if you choose to make it your life..." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites freefallfreak 0 #21 November 23, 2003 ROFLMAO!!! I just couldn't help it... TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #22 November 23, 2003 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Paige 0 #23 November 23, 2003 Thanks for starting this post. I love to write poetry. I Just finished up a quarter long creative writing poetry workshop. Here are the 5 poems I chose for my final portfolio. Hope you enjoy. Some of these were my first attempts at a skydiving poem, hope they don't suck too bad Sin City I Lavish life styles, sex sold everywhere. Strolling down the strip, stranger upon stranger passes. The city with no clocks or limits on how much you can spend. The liquor flows until the sun rises and ruins the party. It’s real, It’s live, It’s Las Vegas. II Topless girls swing from brass poles. Sweat drips from their bodies as they seduce the rich and naïve. Hands grab and grope like the elderly couple pawing at the slot machines. The aroma of sin and filth emerges from the sewers treaded over by countless tourists. Go On Green At the edge of the ramp we wait, staring at the world 13,500 feet below. A scream, Green Light! We begin the count… Ready, Set, Skydive! The hum of terminal velocity increases and deafens our ears like the tornado that once ripped though Xenia many years ago. Flipping and falling he reaches up and grabs me for a kiss above the clouds. Falling 120 mph and being kissed stimulates the body and confuses the mind. For 60 seconds we are all alone, unaware of the world around us. We find happiness in falling together but its time to go, out of altitude. I reach and pull… the pilot chute soars and releases my lifeline. Deployment, I am stood up by green and white cloth and steer myself to safety. Returning to the land, the damming affect of gravity. I’m a junkie, strung out on the ground. Killer Instinct The rising sun brushes the landscape, burning off the morning’s fog. A red tailed hawk perching on the clubhouse stalks unsuspecting prey below. He guards his cornfield waiting to strike, a flurry of ground movements releases his killer instinct. The victim, unaware, is a devoured delight. Seasonal Changes He struggles for words, getting acquainted is tough. He’s the shy one, She’s the loud mouth. He flies the plane, She jumps out. They meet on the ground, he grabs and swings her through the summer. Soon the season ends, he migrates south while Ohio holds her captive. She dreams of palms trees, deep blue skies and magnificent cloud formations surrounding the gulf coast. Strangers in May, lovers by August. Seasonal changes mimic their loss as they long for summer to return. The Waking Light (For Dan) His earthly beauty alludes her passions. The serenity of his spirit when the waking light cracks through the restless blinds, is gone. His soft breath kissed her shoulder as he gently sighed through his early morning slumber. His placid hands caressed her body, pulling her closer. He embraces her unknowingly, this is the only time she feels love. When the two were together, they should have looked for the beauty in life instead of going to blows over minuscule and insignificant details. He was everything she craved but she did not want what they had.Tunnel Pink Mafia Delegate www.TunnelPinkMafia.com Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites turtlespeed 212 #24 November 23, 2003 As the dawn beaks The Battleground is seen. And the blood and death of the battle of just yesterday Can anyone stop this hell, This beast, A beast that lives to make us kill. Killing in sensless, endless rage, But there are those that survive, Surviving to beget mor killers, Or saviors, Saviors that will die by the hand of the Beast. Ok, yeah it's morbid, but it was a long time ago.I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #25 November 23, 2003 Big {{{{hug}}}} for turtle. I didn't know....wow Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Prev 1 2 3 Next Page 1 of 3 Join the conversation You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account. Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible. Reply to this topic... × Pasted as rich text. Paste as plain text instead Only 75 emoji are allowed. × Your link has been automatically embedded. Display as a link instead × Your previous content has been restored. Clear editor × You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL. Insert image from URL × Desktop Tablet Phone Submit Reply 0
feuergnom 22 #8 November 22, 2003 and death shall have no dominion.... give's me the shivers everytime i read itThe universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle dudeist skydiver # 666 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
cindee 0 #9 November 22, 2003 This is a poem written by a GI when I told him I liked sunsets. I was only 16 at the time... Sitting on a rock, With a moss carpet At my feet. My soul blends with the earth, As the feeling takes hold. Dusk falls, Like a sweeping curtain Slowly at first, And then swiftly, Enveloping all, In its tender folds. Music comes, Supplied by crickets, And small green frogs. A gentle wind, And the leaves join the symphony. I gaze upward, Slowly, So not to miss anything, And into view, Comes a hill. Fringed by the sinking sun, With its radiant shades of pink. The trees in their splendid greenery, Are now shadows, Against a greater sort of light... That of night. Such a small miracle. And yet, So large a wonder, As the enigma begins, Only to end. To make the pieces Create a whole.__________________________________________________ "If happy little bluebirds fly above the rainbow, why oh why can't I?" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CrazyIvan 0 #10 November 22, 2003 Hickory dick, hickory dock, I got in before the lock __________________________________________ Blue Skies and May the Force be with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
yardhippie 0 #11 November 23, 2003 Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray. Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill. Why time is other than time was. Nor can our question satisfy The answer in the statue's eye. Only the living ask whose brow May wear the Roman Laurel now: The dead say only how. What happens to the living when they die? Death is not understoood by death: nor your, nor I.Goddam dirty hippies piss me off! ~GFD "What do I get for closing your rig?" ~ me "Anything you want." ~ female skydiver Mohoso Rodriguez #865 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manifestbitch 0 #12 November 23, 2003 Buried Alive Unzip my lips, free these moths from my tongue Unstitch this iris, let my soul find her home. Open my ears, let this voice fill my mind. Scrape this moss from my skin, cut my face from these vines. Could you loosen these chains love, my fingers can't breathe. Would you untie my hair, let these serpents go free?Clear this mud from my veins, tear these webs from my eyes. Sweep the dust from my words love, they're ready to fly. Take me out of this hole, lift my life from this cave. They've made a mistake child, this isn't my grave Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
themitchyone 0 #13 November 23, 2003 Finally, a poetry thread. Here is one of more macabre poems, but one of my favorites: for Mark The Day We Buried You Lying in the wooden box you looked like wax, much like the King did, glistening. I touched your ice cold forehead, and the thought of you lying in a dark refrigerator somewhere, on the night of the day you died, came back into my mind. What a twisted grand plan to be kept fresh until it was time to put you in the ground to decay, which matched your sense of humor. You thought you’d be cool when you learned your remains could be set off in Fourth of July fireworks, but the blasted story would be over too soon, so you had decided on a plot for your daughter to visit. That afternoon, the sun was covered with orange-gray smoke from the blazing hills of La Cresenta, and the ashes fell upon the cars and our shoulders and on the food you loved, dusting everything. We knew it was you, in the end, to have the final word, laughing at those who suffer you. Susan Michele Spray Copyright 2002"If the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girl's sports such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing." - Homer Simpson Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Darius11 12 #14 November 23, 2003 Here is another one that i posted as lyrics about a few days back. Nobody said any thing. So i think every one thinks it sucks but i like it so here it is AS I FALL The shade has been drawn on the shattered soul I breed The pain I feel has broth me to my knees Lies that destroyed all that was true The hate I feel the hate I must step threw The wind shakes my frame but my soul is still Turn off my mind all the thoughts I kill Finally free as I no longer care All of my mind is dead falling threw the air. The flytrap closing in all around me The taste was sweet but I am no longer free My life lost as you tricked my soul I want to fly you can keep your control The cold air makes me numb to the pain I open my eyes and shake off the strain If I fall as fast as I can maybe then I can leave this shit behind and not pretend To care about what you love more then life The money, whores, and your silicone wife All I want is to smell the sea To always be true and always be meI'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
dropdeded 0 #15 November 23, 2003 I really dont know anything about poetry. So my worthless contribution will have to be something like, uh, Roses are red Violets are blue Most poems rhyme And this one dont dropdeded------------------------------------------ The Dude Abides. - Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manifestbitch 0 #16 November 23, 2003 wow. that's incredible, beautifully written. cieux bleus, amanda Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Darius11 12 #17 November 23, 2003 Thank you I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shawnstarr 0 #18 November 23, 2003 i wrote this for after a break up with my ex. we lived together for 2 years. Lost in a dream about you as I suddenly awake But tears down my face because I knew it was fake Losing your love is like a shove to the heart Without you near, my world is falling apart its hard getting up out of this cold lonely bed Its hard not to remember that this was the spot for your head I used to wake up before you and whisper into your ear I’d tell you how pretty and peaceful you looked sleeping there And promise to always hold you near Just looking into your brown eyes Where bright sparks would fly And our souls, lost their disguise Where a power so resilient lies As powerful as the sunrise That we used to watch wrapped up in a blanket with the cold air all around And Just for that moment our souls would combine we would connect and everything bad would seem fine I’d rub your back and you would scratch mine But now I'm stuck with so many questions And I’ve learned so many lessons I promise I'm better. I swear I have changed. My souls combination has now been rearranged. As I write, I'm still on my flight to discover My purpose in life all alone by myself, lonely as hell Depression sets in, and I start to dwell On my path, through goodness and evil I would like to wipe our slate clean And have a chance to redeem Of being a King to my Queen But all I can do is dream A hallucination it seems The drug of your love, now I fiend. Now I have to get up and start my day Up out of the bed that we used to lay The bed that held two true lovers Playing all night under the covers I go out in the cold for my morning jog I can still hear your sweet voice likes its coming out of the fog I run trough the neighborhood like we used to Only now one set of footprints in the early mornings dew One set of footprints instead of two.------------------------------------------------ 'I refuse to tiptoe quitely through life only to arrive safely at death' Anon Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freefallfreak 0 #19 November 23, 2003 There once was a lad named James, Who had a passion for idiot games. He lighted the hair of his young love's affair, and laughed - while she pee'd through the flames. TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
dzdiva 7 #20 November 23, 2003 Gee TripleF you are sooooo romantic!! I'm trying to figure out whether I'm swooning or cringing in pain!!"It's not just a daydream if you choose to make it your life..." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freefallfreak 0 #21 November 23, 2003 ROFLMAO!!! I just couldn't help it... TripleF Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paige 0 #23 November 23, 2003 Thanks for starting this post. I love to write poetry. I Just finished up a quarter long creative writing poetry workshop. Here are the 5 poems I chose for my final portfolio. Hope you enjoy. Some of these were my first attempts at a skydiving poem, hope they don't suck too bad Sin City I Lavish life styles, sex sold everywhere. Strolling down the strip, stranger upon stranger passes. The city with no clocks or limits on how much you can spend. The liquor flows until the sun rises and ruins the party. It’s real, It’s live, It’s Las Vegas. II Topless girls swing from brass poles. Sweat drips from their bodies as they seduce the rich and naïve. Hands grab and grope like the elderly couple pawing at the slot machines. The aroma of sin and filth emerges from the sewers treaded over by countless tourists. Go On Green At the edge of the ramp we wait, staring at the world 13,500 feet below. A scream, Green Light! We begin the count… Ready, Set, Skydive! The hum of terminal velocity increases and deafens our ears like the tornado that once ripped though Xenia many years ago. Flipping and falling he reaches up and grabs me for a kiss above the clouds. Falling 120 mph and being kissed stimulates the body and confuses the mind. For 60 seconds we are all alone, unaware of the world around us. We find happiness in falling together but its time to go, out of altitude. I reach and pull… the pilot chute soars and releases my lifeline. Deployment, I am stood up by green and white cloth and steer myself to safety. Returning to the land, the damming affect of gravity. I’m a junkie, strung out on the ground. Killer Instinct The rising sun brushes the landscape, burning off the morning’s fog. A red tailed hawk perching on the clubhouse stalks unsuspecting prey below. He guards his cornfield waiting to strike, a flurry of ground movements releases his killer instinct. The victim, unaware, is a devoured delight. Seasonal Changes He struggles for words, getting acquainted is tough. He’s the shy one, She’s the loud mouth. He flies the plane, She jumps out. They meet on the ground, he grabs and swings her through the summer. Soon the season ends, he migrates south while Ohio holds her captive. She dreams of palms trees, deep blue skies and magnificent cloud formations surrounding the gulf coast. Strangers in May, lovers by August. Seasonal changes mimic their loss as they long for summer to return. The Waking Light (For Dan) His earthly beauty alludes her passions. The serenity of his spirit when the waking light cracks through the restless blinds, is gone. His soft breath kissed her shoulder as he gently sighed through his early morning slumber. His placid hands caressed her body, pulling her closer. He embraces her unknowingly, this is the only time she feels love. When the two were together, they should have looked for the beauty in life instead of going to blows over minuscule and insignificant details. He was everything she craved but she did not want what they had.Tunnel Pink Mafia Delegate www.TunnelPinkMafia.com Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
turtlespeed 212 #24 November 23, 2003 As the dawn beaks The Battleground is seen. And the blood and death of the battle of just yesterday Can anyone stop this hell, This beast, A beast that lives to make us kill. Killing in sensless, endless rage, But there are those that survive, Surviving to beget mor killers, Or saviors, Saviors that will die by the hand of the Beast. Ok, yeah it's morbid, but it was a long time ago.I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manifestbitch 0 #25 November 23, 2003 Big {{{{hug}}}} for turtle. I didn't know....wow Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
