Some Of My Old Poetry

[RunicOrangejuice]

EDIT: I have a bunch of other completed ones, but i've been posting what i think are the most comprehensive.

 

[DunkeyKong]

More Poetry! Her it is! Since people on here seem to like it:
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ENTRY 6


i.

searching for a haystack

inside a bin of needles

to reach down further

what would I find



not even y2=2px

is perfect



oh

something must be easy

if so it is useless

or else is disregarded

as mundane



the self

an answer looking

at things

(to which I never know the words)

for inspiration



hope perhaps

sometimes never

never ending



only the clock keeps a steady beat



ii.

Saliva dripping smiles

obsessing

obsessing

obsessing



nothing



iii.

Ha

while my back is turned

who am I?



(who do I think I am?)

A caravan of cogitate

I am no las caux

I am no model auxiliary



auctioned

gem

a diamond in the rough perhaps



a geometric fractal

I am no one’s paradigm
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DANDELION


i am beside the red rose

steadfast

elegant

popular

wet

vanity

is a bitch



my only release

regression



slowly

slowly

slowly



to the scene of the crime
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NULL BROOCH


I am a forbidden signet

a midnight stone

in a nightmare river

draining



I am a holy leviathan

tearing with viable certainty

infecting

undeniable

(doing the right thing)



I am a null brooch

sinking secretly

through layers of earth

decomposing



I am an oversold tome

feeding new life

while Gaia waits

while Gaia sleeps
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So that's it for tonight folks. I have one other block of actually completed poetry I will post (hopefully) soon, and then I have a whole lot of that are considered "works in progress".

Since ppl have been asking for "new" stuff as well, after my next block of finished older ones, I'll start reworking the newer stuff which goes from about 2013 onward. Probably not new by time standards, but new by my standards, and all of it is mostly done. So I will still have that original intention associated with it, once completely finished.

Well, I hope you enjoyed these 3. All of my old stuff all ran around a few themes. (Prolly the new stuff will too. haha!) Until next time poetry lovers, Stay thirsty!

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TY @DunkeyKong I'm glad you like them. You and @MistHunter seem to be my loudest poetry fans. It's much appreciated. Keeps me wanting to post them. :)

This is great man, I like the ii part lmao. Great job once again

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

Beautiful as always. Your use of repetition really adds a sense of unease, like the narrator is barely keeping it together...it kind of breaks my heart that that might have been the case for you at one time.

that's actually a poignant thing to say. That's what i actually felt during that time- like i was just barely keeping my life in control.

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This is great man, I like the ii part lmao. Great job once again

I'm glad you caught what i was going for @DunkeyKong . <3

 

[MistHunter]

Thank you very much, Capricorn_is_Goat.
This is excellent!!!
_

 

[ObscureJigglypuff]

Love this thread :)

<3

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

Love this thread :)

<3

thx. Big Sis. i'll be sure to add more, like the thread said.

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

So, my old poetry plan got a little jumbled up, or tossed out (IDK at this point)

anyway, here is a brand-new one. i know a few folks have wanted to see new material.
well here one is! i just made it tonight, then did a little, superficial editing for dynamical clarity
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Sunday 10:38 PM Local Time
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what do you do
when you've lived the Academic Life?
the page-by-page, number counted, perfectly spelled life
and it's all you know.

i'm told:
structure is important
clauses, phrases, grammar

so, i hone it.
put in the finest words
the sharpest alliteration
because You-Want-It-To-Be-Good
and because you're being Graded.

Life always finds the most optimal ways to Grade, don't they....

hm? but what's that....know your audience?
...but i don't know who i'm speaking to.
i don't know who will read this.
i don't know what they know.

what they don't

how certainly can i pass then?
how certainly can it be palatable?

the answers are, of course
You Are Not.

despite your best:
you're too wordy
you're too confusing
you're mixing up participles
...and that's it.....

the audience you thought you had
is gone.
gone. gone. gone.

until your next Assignment comes
and your Ink is still very Fresh
and your Quill has become very Fragile

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new poem. it's sort of a sister-poem to the previous one, but can be it's own as well:
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The Next Day- Monday Morning
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from a Graded
High

from gray-high

in twelve
straight
lines

last and always Last
Little Madeline

dusty, Dusty, Rusty
Sterile, Horny, Ruddy

Rudely

……...tick, tock

Everyone is a Locker
Tight

perhaps.

I simply don’t know the combo
some grease
Elbow

to the Way
That hallway
the Bi-Ways
and Sex Ways

Sexy

………tick, tock
a Late Lunch Clock

I think I’ll sneak One
in
The Boy’s Bathroom
instead

 

[MistHunter]

Amazing as ever...! _

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

another new poem. Hope all of You enjoy!
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Reciprocate
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It was there
After

the disperse crowd
the popular crowd
innate….

they looked around.
they looked exited.
they looked curious.
they were new.

new.
New. New. New.

pretty subjective
at the onset.
New to what?
New to whom?

new to me
(I wonder if they see)

the lights.
Shiny.
The Lights.

Perhaps
I was only in the dark
I was.
I am.
I cant see why.

But there they were
and
there I was
and
there was talking

…..there’s talking
there’s me talking.
Only
Me
Talking

…
it was intense.
That Glimmer
I hoped

hope. Hope. hope
Shine. Shine. Shine.

A veneer
I was slowly Rubbing away
they didn’t say why
neither could I

because we were there
for a time
small

I thought it to be a Reciprocate
instead
A Delay
instead
A Run-Away

I was there after.

the disperse crowd.

the popular crowd.

Innate.

 

[MistHunter]

another new poem. Hope all of You enjoy!
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Reciprocate
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It was there
After

the disperse crowd
the popular crowd
innate….

they looked around.
they looked exited.
they looked curious.
they were new.

new.
New. New. New.

pretty subjective
at the onset.
New to what?
New to whom?

new to me
(I wonder if they see)

the lights.
Shiny.
The Lights.

Perhaps
I was only in the dark
I was.
I am.
I cant see why.

But there they were
and
there I was
and
there was talking

…..there’s talking
there’s me talking.
Only
Me
Talking

…
it was intense.
That Glimmer
I hoped

hope. Hope. hope

Shine. Shine. Shine.

A veneer
that I was slowly Rubbing away
they didn’t say why
and neither could I

because we were there
and for a time
small

I thought it to be a Reciprocate
instead
A Delay
instead
A Run-Away

I was there after.

the disperse crowd.

the popular crowd.

Innate.

*snapping fingers*
Feels good, reading it

 

[IyoTheHelpfulWolf]

another new poem. Hope all of You enjoy!
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Reciprocate
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It was there
After

the disperse crowd
the popular crowd
innate….

they looked around.
they looked exited.
they looked curious.
they were new.

new.
New. New. New.

pretty subjective
at the onset.
New to what?
New to whom?

new to me
(I wonder if they see)

the lights.
Shiny.
The Lights.

Perhaps
I was only in the dark
I was.
I am.
I cant see why.

But there they were
and
there I was
and
there was talking

…..there’s talking
there’s me talking.
Only
Me
Talking

…
it was intense.
That Glimmer
I hoped

hope. Hope. hope
Shine. Shine. Shine.

A veneer
I was slowly Rubbing away
they didn’t say why
and neither could I

because we were there
for a time
small

I thought it to be a Reciprocate
instead
A Delay
instead
A Run-Away

I was there after.

the disperse crowd.

the popular crowd.

Innate.

A desire to be a part of something, but every time you find your place it never seems to last. I get it. I dread the day this forum shuts down or just becomes dead, the archives a time capsule of who I was to people who may or may not remember me.

 

[MistHunter]

A desire to be a part of something, but every time you find your place it never seems to last. I get it. I dread the day this forum shuts down or just becomes dead, the archives a time capsule of who I was to people who may or may not remember me.

Shhhh... Don't discourage her, IyoTheHelpfulWolf.
(I want to see more of ther poetry!)

 

[IyoTheHelpfulWolf]

Shhhh... Don't discourage her, IyoTheHelpfulWolf.
(I want to see more of ther poetry!)

I wasn't discouraging her. I was expressing how the poetry made me feel and think. Trust me, Capricorn gets what I'm saying, and will likely be encouraged to write more poetry because of my input. But I'm glad you also like her poetry. Hey @Capricorn_is_Goat you have two fans talking about ya!

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

A desire to be a part of something, but every time you find your place it never seems to last. I get it. I dread the day this forum shuts down or just becomes dead, the archives a time capsule of who I was to people who may or may not remember me.

yeah.
i know you were trying to be funny. so, thx for that. <3
i just feel bad now.

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Shhhh... Don't discourage her, IyoTheHelpfulWolf.
(I want to see more of ther poetry!)

heh. thanks. :)

 

[MistHunter]

I wasn't discouraging her. I was expressing how the poetry made me feel and think. Trust me, Capricorn gets what I'm saying, and will likely be encouraged to write more poetry because of my input. But I'm glad you also like her poetry. Hey @Capricorn_is_Goat you have two fans talking about ya!

I'm relieved, she is good being a good poet...
Sorry, IyoTheHelpfulWolf...
You have a point.

She is a good poet, and she deserves to be readed!

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

I wasn't discouraging her. I was expressing how the poetry made me feel and think. Trust me, Capricorn gets what I'm saying, and will likely be encouraged to write more poetry because of my input. But I'm glad you also like her poetry. Hey @Capricorn_is_Goat you have two fans talking about ya!

yeah, i see!
@IyoTheHelpfulWolf @MistHunter
thx... it means a lot. really.

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I'm relieved, she is good being a good poet...
Sorry, IyoTheHelpfulWolf...
You have a point.

She is a good poet, and she deserves to be readed!

TY.
that's such a kind thing to say. @MistHunter

Post automatically merged: Mar 26, 2025

another poem. it's all because you all keep me at it! :D
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Notification 1-2
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I sat along tree
beside a shady grove
where writing likes to dwell

a place in space or time
a juxtaposition sign
an insane criminal crime
where no one really stays
or says good bye
farewell

then goes back to their homes
where they seem to rather be

a place away….
There’s something else to say….

Is it really much at all?
To simply be there read
or are we simply dead

just listening to that bell:
The Next Notification Spell

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another new poem:
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Risky-Tricky
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what’s the very risk
Very. Risk.
very risky….
Risky
risky

risky

quite tricky.

and what to say or do
say…..
“to express In words. Declare”
I Declare:

too much.
Too much.
To
Much.

...then
where does the balance go?
Who determines it so?
And what does it mean?
At the end

is there ever?
an end of course…..
“Very Right. Very True. Miss Mangle”
“That’s what I always liked about you.”

(now shut the hell up)

and what does it mean?
To Say?
To express?

I can do that!
(now shut the hell up)

When is it Never?
When is it So?
When is it Clever?
when to simply Go

and who determines it so?
and what does it mean?
At The End

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and another:
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Next
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There was one time:

….um
you mean

“Once Upon A Time”

no.
that would mean
it’s not real.
It’s always Too Real

Really.

….and so
much to say

much.
much.
Much.

And never enough
ah look!
The Snow!

What a Happy Distraction….
Now back to Life.

That car goes
going.
Going.
Gone.

I wish I went
I wish I Go

so….
That’s right

those words:
inscrutable
insusceptible
peerless
happy?

All wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.

Again!
Ahem:

obvious
devoid
manner

that’s it?

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you ppl seem to love this nonsense /j
so here is a very mall one dedicated to you all.
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Indulged
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They say
you’re Good
if Crazy

I can’t say…..

I’m okay
I’m fine

it’s alright. Alright.
Not too much

Too Good.
I’m Full.

 

[MistHunter]

Nonsense (to you)?
You created it, you dedicated it.
In other words, thank you for sharing with us,
Capricorn_is_Goat

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

Nonsense (to you)?
You created it, you dedicated it.
In other words, thank you for sharing with us,
Capricorn_is_Goat

@MistHunter :
i prefer the reader makes their own interpretations on my poetry. it's part of the fun i have with it! and it helps me get an insight to Human Mind.

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I originally intended this to be of more my usual style, but i found it too important, and chose this method instead.
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One day a person might realize that the beliefs they knew simple weren’t true.
It’s like a wearing a mask or a carapace; a snake outgrowing its former mold.
The cracking is subtle at first, and then the chucks and old growth begin to fall off.
And some parts you thought were important might go away too.
Really anything is possible- especially then.
Reliability and sensibility are flung to the dust. Then there goes those old crutches.
Then panic really sets in.
Those support systems that got you this far are now outdated.
Or they simply were just broken and ineffectual in the first place.

As the fog begins to clear
and you begin to wipe the blood and dust away
you seem to be alone.
You seem to be afraid.
You seem to be new.

That giant-but-not-so-giant world unfolds
into a landscape you passed through once
but is not no longer recognizable
Everything is stark.
And you no longer have a working compass.

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and another:
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One time.
i was walking Along
dusty.
by the Ocean of Tides and Binds
the lapping waves
waving
Wavering.
not to Slip.
To that fathomless place
just outside the Time
Something granular
Something greater
Intangible.
Unattainable.

That Blue Sky
Those Small Pebbles
The Endless.

Of those days
Long, Gone and Dried Out

what is there to speak of?
who is there to hear?
do they want to?

You don’t seem to speak much of Yourself.
The relevance of that is:
I don’t know myself Too often

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Here's Another:
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Waves
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so the Night comes around
I blame the Moon

She-Waves

an indelible twist
that day-to-day
To night
tonight

every
night

those little Ghosts
those little Whispers

Will-O-Wisp

will it stay?
Today?

In the tall-pine shadows
those little animals
nestle in

they have a Home.
I have a place to dwell.

…...those thoughts:
maybe I’ll be Warm
maybe I’ll be Full
maybe I’ll be Safe
maybe
will someone visit?

Hardly
Never-Ever
ever
ever
ever

every

 

[MistHunter]

Magnificent...!
Thank you

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

Magnificent...!
Thank you

@MistHunter :
you're very welcome!

 

[OmegaPunch's icon OmegaPunch OmegaPunch]

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

a new poem as of 4/ 4 2025
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Main
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In darkness lo
low

…..the roots connect
…..a crescent moon
......a windy dune

on the mountain
high. Sky.

A runic sunshine
run. I .c.

the temperamental arrow
narrow
sorrow

feather
whether
neither
nor

not any more

the rain. The rain,

falls….
Mainly…..

Main.

 

[Deleted member 179251]

I decided to post a bit of my old poems I made around year 2000 or so. People seem to like new material I made, and I've been getting positivity from a member here on poems I've already showed them. I wanted you all to see the chain-flow madness that is my own unfiltered thoughts. (Not NFSW or trigger unfiltered) I mean, but the juxtaposition of it all- it's randomness and like. Long, formal sentences are not my thoughts. I think that's why I have so much trouble typing.

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CONSTITUTION​

upon flower petals

fragrant smells of opium

howling at the moon

dancing on the water



bind me to a chair

with groping gnarled knuckles

apple smelling hair

nectar for a brain

peerless eyeless sockets

eyeless



close your eyes in pity

make mine turn to rivers

a tainted tide of blood

another one of bile

spews from my lips



welts upon my back

make me say “yes”

instead I say “perhaps”



dripping from my nose

a memory of many

a sticky stuck adherent

calloused to a puddle



collecting collection butterflies

moor reedy geysers

thoughtless fable fountains

a cloudless heaven



the daily news
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GREEN (SOMEONE I KNOW)​

Underneath the sassafras root

underneath the loneliest



stone

where no one digs...



above the Evermores

where the wild grass grows

Untainted



Like fire

Fire swirl



where stars Wink

I wink back

And send my kisses

(Sigh)

Do they even receive them?



Staring out my window



take a hammer to the window pane

Let in the wind for god sakes



Waking from a dream

emerging from the earth

My sheets are sweaty

Perhaps their just



Wet



In the darkness

Moon flowers bloom Their eyes

Blue eyes

Green



Like razor bladed



Grass Steel



running barefoot

running naked

Running away

Running ....



Catching

Playing

(With?) Myself



Roots become my fingers

The mole knows what to do

Make...

The Weeping Willow discerns...

When to smile

rain melts my face

makes my roots grow Nothing

The answer

No The question

Never gets answered

If only I could...

TrueSpeech



Treespeak



True-false test

(True penny)

Truly

Never and a night

Listen to a finch

Listen to him hop



Listen to him

Stop.



Listen to the siren

Enveloped by the fog



Frost upon my face My fingers are wet



WAKE!

...perhaps that’s my sheets...

Playing on a moor

playing at my door



come in come in

stay away

come in come in

Stay away

Come in...

(Goodbye) Come in.

I never want the moment to end



Beat upon my breast

a merry little tune

A dictionary to remember

A dictionary..... So I can be famous



(I don’t know where to go)





So I can grow (I don’t know what to do)

leaves......

In a pine forest lost



Underneath the sassafras root

Underneath the loneliest



stone

where no one digs...

Except Green



Except Green
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[Antilocal123]

FIREEEEEEEEEEEE

 

[jiyuuboyetsvi]

I decided to post a bit of my old poems I made around year 2000 or so. People seem to like new material I made, and I've been getting positivity from a member here on poems I've already showed them. I wanted you all to see the chain-flow madness that is my own unfiltered thoughts. (Not NFSW or trigger unfiltered) I mean, but the juxtaposition of it all- it's randomness and like. Long, formal sentences are not my thoughts. I think that's why I have so much trouble typing.

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CONSTITUTION​

upon flower petals

fragrant smells of opium

howling at the moon

dancing on the water



bind me to a chair

with groping gnarled knuckles

apple smelling hair

nectar for a brain

peerless eyeless sockets

eyeless



close your eyes in pity

make mine turn to rivers

a tainted tide of blood

another one of bile

spews from my lips



welts upon my back

make me say “yes”

instead I say “perhaps”



dripping from my nose

a memory of many

a sticky stuck adherent

calloused to a puddle



collecting collection butterflies

moor reedy geysers

thoughtless fable fountains

a cloudless heaven



the daily news
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GREEN (SOMEONE I KNOW)​

Underneath the sassafras root

underneath the loneliest



stone

where no one digs...



above the Evermores

where the wild grass grows

Untainted



Like fire

Fire swirl



where stars Wink

I wink back

And send my kisses

(Sigh)

Do they even receive them?



Staring out my window



take a hammer to the window pane

Let in the wind for god sakes



Waking from a dream

emerging from the earth

My sheets are sweaty

Perhaps their just



Wet



In the darkness

Moon flowers bloom Their eyes

Blue eyes

Green



Like razor bladed



Grass Steel



running barefoot

running naked

Running away

Running ....



Catching

Playing

(With?) Myself



Roots become my fingers

The mole knows what to do

Make...

The Weeping Willow discerns...

When to smile

rain melts my face

makes my roots grow Nothing

The answer

No The question

Never gets answered

If only I could...

TrueSpeech



Treespeak



True-false test

(True penny)

Truly

Never and a night

Listen to a finch

Listen to him hop



Listen to him

Stop.



Listen to the siren

Enveloped by the fog



Frost upon my face My fingers are wet



WAKE!

...perhaps that’s my sheets...

Playing on a moor

playing at my door



come in come in

stay away

come in come in

Stay away

Come in...

(Goodbye) Come in.

I never want the moment to end



Beat upon my breast

a merry little tune

A dictionary to remember

A dictionary..... So I can be famous



(I don’t know where to go)





So I can grow (I don’t know what to do)

leaves......

In a pine forest lost



Underneath the sassafras root

Underneath the loneliest



stone

where no one digs...

Except Green



Except Green
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speechless. absolutely beautiful.

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new poem. it's sort of a sister-poem to the previous one, but can be it's own as well:
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The Next Day- Monday Morning
----------------------------------------

from a Graded
High

from gray-high

in twelve
straight
lines

last and always Last
Little Madeline

dusty, Dusty, Rusty
Sterile, Horny, Ruddy

Rudely

……...tick, tock

Everyone is a Locker
Tight

perhaps.

I simply don’t know the combo
some grease
Elbow

to the Way
That hallway
the Bi-Ways
and Sex Ways

Sexy

………tick, tock
a Late Lunch Clock

I think I’ll sneak One
in
The Boy’s Bathroom
instead