Poetic Nonsense

(or something)

Here's my section for poems I like. Some will be ones I wrote, and some will be ones I have found and really like. note

**Poems on this page may be protected by Copyright. See the Copyright notice below!

Sweet Dreams!

By: Xopl

The ant fell asleep,
And dreamt his good dreams.
He dreamt he was big,
And he loved all the screams
That were music to him,
That came from all the people
He was stepping on.


By: Xopl

I sold my soul today,
Just wrote it on a slip.
The man who bought it laughed,
As he flew away.
I don't think he's coming back,
But I don't give a sh*t.
I got my 90 cents,
Bought myself a fix.

Depression note

By: Xopl

Perched and set I ponder,
Mind cluttered to the brink.
I can no longer stop and weave
A thought in which to think.


By: Xopl

The frightening thing
About locked doors
Is the chance that
They might not be keeping you out,
They might be keeping something in.

Way Down South

By: An Anonymous Person

Way down south where bananas grow,
A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe.
The elephant said, with tears in his eyes,
"Pick on somebody your own size."

----[[[--*Destiny* and the Unicorn--]]]----

By: Mhaijik

Standing on the Observation Deck-
surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness
sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton
muffled footsteps echo slowly,
brite sprites of light star the sky
red, blue, green at random, to stir the white and gold
a cyclone of fairy dust a question mark makes.
The edge draws one closer,
peering over the vastness, void, stretching out to the unknown
far and wide from where we all come to linger and dream
the edge of a time forgotten remembered
deje vu for some, rebirth for some,
dawning of age,
a new beginning for some, or refounding of old,
totally brand new and amazing, the wealth of the future
broad based history, the majik of the technology floats freely
a web unseen, continents drifting closer and closer,
people from eons of time meet together,
and exchange thoughts, wishes and dreams.
Poetry becomes a language
the land invokes a spirit of feeling words,
thoughts are translated into languages of letters and punctuation
symbols are created, communicate emotions,
we *are* really here, a truer self in dreamscape,
speaking feelings freely, sharing souls long hidden voice,
burdens of external trappings, fears, constraining inhibitions
all were lost at sea transversed by Argo,
most times for good, but at times evil,
worlds growing pains felt round.
Legends are forming in the spaces we create and populate with our beings
time stands still in this world,
night and day exist in locales, night here, day there,
in our worlds as well, day here, night there,
the land is a collage of seasons, snow, garden, green and growing ,sun,
blasted heath,
surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness
sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton
muffled footsteps echo slowly,
Unicorns roam free--- note

Four Little Tigers

By: Anonymous

Four little tigers
Sitting in a tree;
One became a lady's coat,
Now there's only three...

Three little tigers
'Neath a sky of blue;
One became a rich man's rug,
Now there's only two...

Two little tigers
Sleeping in the sun;
One a hunter's trophy made,
Now there's only one...

One little tiger, waiting to be had
OOOPS, he got the hunter first,
Aren't you kind of glad ?

Little Bo-Peep

By: Anonymous

Little Bo-Peep
Has lost her sheep
And thinks they may be roaming

They havent fled
They've all dropped dead
From nerve gas in Wyoming. note

Green Eggs & Hamlet

By: I wish I knew

I ask to be, or not to be.
That is the question, I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother.
Would I, could I take my life?
Could I, should I, end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself, or take some poison?
Maybe try self immoloition?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad, if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration -
For I'm the king of procrastination. note


By: Andrew Adams note

when all the things you have are gone
and all is lost
it will remain
when all you have is nothing
and all is lost
it will be there
like a star
burning bright
untill there is no fuel
and all is lost
will it remain?


By: Andrew Adams

where there is pity
or disbelief
or anger
there is dignity
... somehow
or faith
... somewhere
or respect
... in someone
who do you pity?

Insane Jane

By: Andrew Adams

can't you see?
it seems so clear to me.
could it be,
that only i see?
how can it be,
that you can't see?
it seems so clear to me.
it can't be,
that only i see.
there is a key,
to let you see,
what seems so clear to me.


By: Missi Blue note

love is sweet,
love is swell,
but when your married,
love is hell!

Friendship Poem

By: [name withheld]

I'm looking for a friend today,
A friend who will never stay away
I want a friend, or maybe two
I want a friend just like you
I'm looking for a friend, you see
A friend who needs someone like me
I want this friend, i really do
But i want a friend just like you
Im looking for a friend sincere
A friend who'll always bring good cheer
I want a friend who wants me too
I want a friend who's just like you
Im looking for a friend whos good
Who does the things a kind friend should
I want a friend who's happy too
I want a friend just like you.
Im looking for a loving friend,
Who will not let our friendship end
I want a friend whos always true
I think i found my friend- its you!


By: Anonymous

I may be in your house
I may be very near
Look around
Up and down
Here the groaning Fear
I may be getting closer
I may be far away
Just remember to not get caught
And you'll live to see another day.

The World As I See It

By: Stephanie Quillen

When I look into a mirror,
I see shattered dreams,
And rebuilt fear,
A broken Clock,
A dragon's tear,
A blood red moon,
A shining star,
A fiery mind,
A run down car.
I see all these things,
And in the middle,
I see myself,
So small and little.


Submitted By: Watson Q

The kiss of a rose,
The touch of a knife,
The pain that runs through me,
Most of my life.

The hug I recieve,
When I'm feeling low,
If only for a moment,
It makes me glow.

The tear of a dragon,
Under a blood red sun, note
Reminds me that maybe,
my life is done.

Poems by Xopl are Copyright © 1996-2001 note
Poems by Mhaijik are copyright © 1996 Marsha Ellstrom. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Poems by Andrew Adams are copyright © 1998 Andrew Adams. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
The friendship poem is copyright © 1998 [name withheld]. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
'The World As I See It' is copyright © 1998 Stephanie Quillen. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
'Life' submitted by Watson Q.
All poems are copyrighted to their respective owners. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.
My source for "Three Little Tigers" and "Little Bo-Peep", by anonymous authors, informs me that they may be from old issues of MAD Magazine; no infringments are implied. Due to the fact the poems are by anonymous persons I do not feel that any copyright was inferred by these persons.