My Dark Cloud

In the middle of the night
your eyes haunt my memories
when my thoughts are in flight
I sometimes think of sea anemones

Hark! My thoughts reek of deep
profoundness. How I love after
I wake, only to see the weep
of sunlight onto the soft floor

It is the blueness of your eyes
that I remember most. How they
caught green under the sky's
warm yellow. Until your gray

hair sets onto your head
I shall love you, my love
Oh, my love, if instead
you would come back to me from above!

(That's the end.)

has the dark cloud cover your pee

no im not drunk
just been laughing with redhead on the net

yes... I am soooo drunk right now!

What? That makes absolutely no sense.

No, just mimicking the nonsensical "poetry" that infects the literary world through this site. Don't sweat it too much trying to understand!

And, er, good? <:/

*Looks at watch, wondering how long it will be until this thread is--once again--deleted*

*Sigh of mild irritation*

aww sweetie they will not pull your post! your poem is great! I am soooo sorry if they do!

Thanks, but, did you say you were drunk? I mean, I honestly an grateful that you said something nice despite my brazen cruelty, but that poem--it's among the worst, most cursory things I've ever written! Thank you, nonetheless!

On behalf of the sea anemones of the world I would like to thank you for the thought and award you the Wishy Washy Watery award.

anemones? well it rhymes with memories

soft floor... soft???

green yellow gray?

there is no dout in my mind that your are takeing the p1ss with this poem. and to mock others is cruel, you nasty little possum

Shhhhhhhhhhhhshshshsshshsh... ;)

Considering I wrote it in literally under 2 minutes--and it STILL trumps every poem I've ever read on this site (literally, I struggle to get through the first few lines of most poems here, trudging through the nauseating mire of cliches; and feel as if someone has punched me in my trachea by the end of most of them, just to illustrate how visceral is the pain I experience) in depth and clarity--I'd say it's pretty freakin' good. So, thank you.

And, sorry, I suppose. I just can't resist, mate! >;)

well fortunatly, people dont write their poetry and emotions for you. if they did, im sure they would all commit suicide after your thoughtfull critique

okay mate

Well, they should. Why else post poetry in a public place? If you write poetry for yourself or to express artless emotions, keep it to yourself. Please.

How's that grab ya, captain?

Still, you're probably right about my, eheh, "critiques." >:D

you obviously never saw my tear jerking poem about boobies

even you would have found it difficult to miss the beauty in that piece

on second thoughts, you`d of chewed it up and spat it on the "soft floor" before stamping on it whilst laughing.

but that would be okay as your far superior to us. im fine with that by the way, someone needs to rule us heathons/

Yes, I'm sure you've written plenty of those. >:)

Golly, you must not have CARPETS in England! I'm terribly sorry for you. Life must be devoid of cushy-ness. Sorry to have complicated things by not simply spelling out "carpet," but using the ever-challenging-to-grasp description "soft floor." I'll be sure to simplify my word choice in the future!

:|

And good. That is absolutely right. I'm glad you've come to accept that truth, little being.

Was there a vote? ... I missed it
Or is this a self anointed post?

And to think...now all of us illiterate, none conversant, peasant types have to be ruled by a mere scavenger...

Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?

Yowt!! >:(

i know, right?
i should have known better but, then again, it takes me a while to undre...understoo...to figure things out...lol

oh dear, you seem to be struggleing with quoteing corectly

you cant be the ruler of us all if you`re confused by quoteing

i`m crying for you