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The Official ATS Poetry Thread

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posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 01:26 PM
6 pages of Poems I have just read through,
so I offer this one to be read By You.
You the wordsmiths of the day,
Who put forth the thoughts in tangled wordplay.

I have seen here battles of Love and Drug,
even one about a very small slug,
They all have inspired Me to write this,
to be read or to on to be pissed.

It matters not what comes of these words,
for in reality it is all but absurd.

I have now rattling around,
inside My Head,
some words for a Ficticious Tale,
to be told in The Shed...

So now I will bid,
You all a good day.
Keep the Poems coming,
put forth more this very day!


edit on 23-9-2016 by SyxPak because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 01:49 PM
a reply to: SyxPak

Syx, nice one!

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:08 PM

Dancing in Central Park...
Walking alone in Central Park I saw it all,
This day was a eye opener in the Fall,
The warm air was filled with a thick mist,
My life was filled with surprises on my list,
There she was waiting on a park bench of reason,
I took her warm hand and she told me it's her favorite season,
So we danced and danced until spring,
I got down on my knees and gave her a ring...

edit on 9 23 2016 by Quantum12 because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:30 PM
I should never have left my home
But I got sucked in by the beautiful scenery
And didn't see the snakes hiding in plain sight
I never should have left my home.

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:31 PM
a reply to: Skid Mark

Home is where the heart is...

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:31 PM
a reply to: Skid Mark

Sorry double post
edit on 9 23 2016 by Quantum12 because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:35 PM
a reply to: Quantum12
Yes it is.

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:38 PM
Out of Body

I walk through walls when I travel
To a midnight blood orange sky
Iridescent raindrops in soft motion
All discerned with my third eye

The astral world is tranquil
But not everything is as it seems
Creatures with out heads are hiding
Inside articulated trees

Madly twirl to change the scenery
Watch as fish swim in venetian glass
Jump as high as painted mountain tops
Then rest on undulating grass

Weightless flights to brilliant Luna
Imagination guides the course
The realm of out of body
A thread embroidered to our source

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 02:39 PM
Crazy Donald Trump
Is just a little weasel
Unlike Hillary Clinton
Who is just evil

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 03:17 PM
Quietly sit, focus on your breathing
when air comes in and when leaving
The rise and the fall of your chest
Remembering without forgetting's a test.
Bring your mind back, your breath the focus,
and maybe then a thousand petal lotus

edit on 23-9-2016 by stargatetravels because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 03:32 PM
Wishing for death to come 'fore tomorrow,
A sea of despair into which I have strayed.
I drown myself with eighty-proof sorrow.
With all of these memories refusing to fade.

Hoping that my soul's soon released.
Life, once more, leaves a darkening stain.
I hungrily swallow another white beast.
Still I must endure this unbearable pain.

Alone in the dark, my spirit does cower.
Shackled, held tight by invisible chains.
I taste the ambrosia of the green flower.
Yet, somehow, this terrible anguish remains.

Trapped by emotions which I can't forsake.
I crawl into this hole to be covered with dirt.
I inhale a seam of pure crystalline flake.
The numbness appearing cannot mask the hurt.

Imprisoned, abandoned in misery's domain.
Horrendous torments I can't stand to bear.
I slowly inject some don't care in my vein.
But I find the heartache still lingering there.

I cannot escape the sight of your beauty.
I cannot tune out the sound of your voice.
I cannot forget all the wrongs done unto me.
Though I sit here craving my demon of choice.

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 03:40 PM
In the vastness of space are we really all
Life is a test or us nurturing our spirit
Faint memories of a time outside of time
Is it the veil or just collected along the way
Reality is different for each one perceiving
Are universal truths measured by popularity
I am a vessel of energy, love and light
I am pleased to have met you along the way

posted on Sep, 23 2016 @ 04:27 PM

Wash your hands...
Soap your hands before you cook,
Scrub the dirt right off your arms,
Feel the warm water on your skin,
Watch the dirt fall into the sink,
Now go pour yourself a big drink...

posted on Sep, 24 2016 @ 01:30 PM
a reply to: Quantum12

Thanx Man. I like Your entries here too!!

Here's one that will surely get taken out...

The Man from Nantucket

There was once a Man from Nantucket.
Who carried around His Life in a Bucket.
He'd pull an event out of it here,
or another piece of Life there,
but when it got too tedious,
He Drop Kicked it and said "Oh Well [SNIP]!

edit on 24-9-2016 by SyxPak because: (no reason given)

edit on 24/9/16 by masqua because: Edited censor circumvention

(post by seridium removed for a serious terms and conditions violation)

posted on Sep, 26 2016 @ 03:48 PM
Sorry I haven't commented on anyone's poems. I'm starring though.

posted on Sep, 28 2016 @ 11:40 AM

Once there seemed to be,
daily poetry.
Written by the pleased,
and those,
who are harried.
Now assigned,
to a common thread,
the outputs,
almost dead.
Has the intent,
Or was this,

posted on Sep, 30 2016 @ 10:29 AM

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posted on Sep, 30 2016 @ 10:36 AM

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posted on Sep, 30 2016 @ 10:57 AM
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