Post Your Poetry

Fuck yeah leeny!

lmao, that was way more hard core than mystic lmao

At a concert the other night
I saw an old friend from my youth
looked like he got in a knife fight
he was sliced up like fruit
so messed up the evil men do
to me it doesnt compute
a nice kid gets jumped, kicked
stabbed, robbed and sliced
by punks who attack like mice
rats, cowards takes many dicks
to feel like men- a group of pussies
with knives attack one small man
gets me sad to think of my dude,
getting kicked, stabbed, slashed by
gangbanger thug coward youths
he made it to his ma's crib
and passed out in the tub
with slashed face and neck sliced ear to ear
and stab wounds covered in blood...
but my boy had no fear
thankful eventually found by his ma
my once handsome buddy
now looks like Jigsaw
He has a great attitude, hes resilient
and for sure will prevail
cops arrest nice kids for flowers
and his attackers remain free of jail
Id like to get my hands on them
and take them apart
in a group they act tough
but one on one they sweet tart
fuck these kind of people
I wish they would die
I am a peaceful guy
but believe in an eye for an eye
I am left asking why? Why?
what is fun or cool getting wasted and
stabbing almost killing a nice guy for no reason?

true story

dam man, this happend to a buddy of mine too
i loved it , i feel the heart behind that shit bro
good post!! sorry about your buddy, luckily i knew who did it and cant imagine not being able to do anything !
stay strong live hard and smoke your herb

Yeah man, it was tough seeing him like that.... people are messed up....

Cheech Wizard said:

Yeah man, it was tough seeing him like that.... people are messed up....

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Here's some ridiculous poetry Joe Biden spewed at ground zero today 9/11. All I could do was roll my eyes and try not to laugh.

"Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine, wrote the poet Mary Oliver," Biden said. "Meanwhile, the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain are moving along the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese high in the blue air are headed home again . Whomever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination call to you like a wild goose, harsh and exciting. Over and over announcing your place in the family of things."

the world offers itself to your imagination call to you like a wild goose, harsh and exciting? LMAO

seriously, there is not much that dont make sence to me but that is definatly one of them, who would read that at a fuckin memorial of the biggest tragity on american soil to date?
why is this BLACK administration proving to be a fuckin misteak?
oh yeah hes a fuckin liar!!

it is such a tragedy,
to lose someone for eternity
to never see them or feel
death is cruel, death is certain
i wish death was curable
but death is certain,death is a whisper
not like a child's voice,
but like a raging storm
death is here, death is for everybody
but death does not happen once
death of a child, death of a mother
death of my friend, death of my happiness
i saw death in my sleep
i lost to death , but
death never touched me
i looked closely in his eyes,
the reason i found for his mercy
everbody i loved was there
they were in his control,
death won the fight
death got me,without
touching me

akafatal said:

it is such a tragedy,
to lose someone for eternity
to never see them or feel
death is cruel, death is certain
i wish death was curable
but death is certain,death is a whisper
not like a child's voice,
but like a raging storm
death is here, death is for everybody
but death does not happen once
death of a child, death of a mother
death of my friend, death of my happiness
i saw death in my sleep
i lost to death , but
death never touched me
i looked closely in his eyes,
the reason i found for his mercy
everbody i loved was there
they were in his control,
death won the fight
death got me,without
touching me

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Wow, thats a powerful expression of yourself for your first post here on Roll it Up. I really liked it and you are clearly a gifted writer. You must have had to experience death first-hand to have such a clear understanding of it.

And Im sorry for any grief you've had to go through.

Yes death is a curious thing about life. I find myself almost daily wondering if our awareness and fear of it is with us soley because of our very consciousness and awareness.

Do animals fear the death of their loved ones?

Do animals have loved ones? I belive they do. I believe love is universal and that every form of life knows it, no matter how small or seemingly-insignificant.

A jackel must see the bleached bones of his departed brother on the baked sands of the desert he wanders.

But does he form the thought in his relatively-unevolved mind that he will someday know the same fate?

Does he wonder if that skeleton was a jackel he knew at one point?

Does he even recognize that the bones before him are from another jackel?

Since no one will ever know the answers to any of these questions (in this life anyway), they are meerly thought-provoking, and perhaps even comforting (for me anyway).

For marijuana has helped me to the realization of how indescribably-amazing and wonderful life is. And not just this life we internet-surfers and pot-smokers are in right now. I mean all life.

The universe.

Because of marijuana I no longer fear death. Curiosity now over-rides any fear I may have had in the past.

I have faith in the unquestionable wonder of the universe and I acknowlege that no creature in the physical-realm will ever be able to have any certianty as to what really happens, what is right, whether there is an all-mighty creator "out there".

We're just along for the ride and I think we should just learn to feel gratitude for that. And learn to embrace - and let go of - the fear that will always come with it.

I still fear the death of my loved ones, though I can recognize that the fear I feel is only of the hurt I will undoubtedly feel for losing them.

That may sound selfish, but as I said I have no fear of death. So I can only extend the reasons I feel no fear onto every other life around me.

For if I do not fear death because of the awesomness I anticipate after this life is finished, I must be able to anticipate no less for every other life in the universe (and on this planet; in my country; in my state; in my city; on my street; in my family).

Just as we were all conceived and born into this world the same way, so shall we all die and leave it in the same way.

Therefore death should not be feared or mourned. We should instead celebrate the lives of those we know who pass-on the next realm of this universe and anticipate the hope of meeting them again when we, ourselves pass-on.

Thanks for sharing your poem with us and I hope my words may be able to give you some comfort. Take care.

its gud to know tht it means sumthin for u

Yeah, sorry if it was a bit heavy...I had a few beers in me when I wrote it.

Without Love

All in nature ends in tragedy
and I was the first to finally fade away
from my grandfather’s memories.
Well how long ‘til the day my memories of him finally fade away?
Dissolving into gray.

Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you’ve ever wasted?

I did everything I could.
I bargained with the universe to take my life instead of hers.
But no amount of money, drugs, or tears could keep her here.
What purpose did her suffering serve?

So much misery.
So much indifference
to so much suffering.
We can become tempted by appeals to hatred.
But this world ain’t nothing more than what we make of it.

Revenge ain’t no solution to the inevitable pain
every single one of us must face in losing the kindred spirits in our lives.
Lives so brief, so disappointing, so confusing.

As Cronie slipped away I held her in my arms, reduced to
“Please don’t leave me. What will I do?”
this cosmic sadness, just here to remind you
that without love, breathing is just the ticking of...


---Propagandhi

Thanks guys some really good stuff.

Haiku is simple.

Yet, often it makes no sense.

Hippopotamus.

Sex drugs rock n roll,
Speed weed gun control,
Lifes a bitch and then you die,
So fuck the law and lets get high

i'm the sound that will liberate
the sound that will percolate
the minds of those that
think they can regulate
my actions
to them it's an attraction
it gives them satisfaction to know
we don't have no passion
so come on people please unite
go pick up your gun and join the fight
this revolution starts tonight
if you're too scared
stay home, and sit tight....

jwn said:

Without Love

All in nature ends in tragedy
and I was the first to finally fade away
from my grandfather’s memories.
Well how long ‘til the day my memories of him finally fade away?
Dissolving into gray.

Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you’ve ever wasted?

I did everything I could.
I bargained with the universe to take my life instead of hers.
But no amount of money, drugs, or tears could keep her here.
What purpose did her suffering serve?

So much misery.
So much indifference
to so much suffering.
We can become tempted by appeals to hatred.
But this world ain’t nothing more than what we make of it.

Revenge ain’t no solution to the inevitable pain
every single one of us must face in losing the kindred spirits in our lives.
Lives so brief, so disappointing, so confusing.

As Cronie slipped away I held her in my arms, reduced to
“Please don’t leave me. What will I do?”
this cosmic sadness, just here to remind you
that without love, breathing is just the ticking of...


---Propagandhi

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i really liked this one. +rep

NewGrowth said:

Anybody else into poetry? I thought we could post our poems or any favorite poems written by others here i will start:

Happiness Is Only Real When Shared

A soft kiss upon the lips of one
We search for life
We found none
I ran once again

I found it was there from the start
A journey to continue for years to come
For I have found truth in the times that we part
Love can only come to those who accept life into their heart

A beauty yet unforeseen
A journey offered by those most unlikely
Unaware of the joy around us
We search for things made of gold

I have tried to reunite with the days
I have traveled only to find
A sadness that enters my mind
Just beyond the horizon there is happiness for me

Set out on another journey
Surrounded by beauty both human and not
Travel to seek my heart which has no end
In silence the answers will come

In death answers will mean none
I place a flag for you in a far off land
An offering of Love never to be lost

Welcome all that is true
Invite your friends and enemies
For all that exist is of one kind
A simple trick for the mind
An answer for all with heart
Those that create beauty with art
Even they know nothing of truths compared
Happiness can only be real when shared

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hey I like that.

here's a haiku i wrote stoned a long while ago ha

to think or to do?
think for me, and do for you
-but never be me

He wanted to die
he couldn't live the working mans life
8 hours away a day
from the one he loved most
His TV
so he turned it into a suicide machine
to kill him on new years eve
When the ball drops
the hammer drops
then hell be gone
he looks into the screen as if it had eyes
I know that man is going to try and fuck his tv tonight
rub down her boobtube
your so pissed off
because you cant get your dick in the screen
America is obsessed
and in love with their tv

My Lil Duck
Me and my duck have such good times
We play and we laugh and tell silly rhymes
I tell you my duck; he's oh so cool
I remember the time I brought him to school
My friends there all loved him their eyes filled with glee
No one had known how much fun a ducky could be
I love my duck hes my very best friend
When I'm with him I wish time doesn't end
By the way where is my ducky?
Oh where can he be?
Out in the street I hear a large truck
Screeching of breaks; SPLAT! OH FUCK!