Just wondered if there were any other budding poets on here. 
 As a start here's one of mine:-


                 I see tigers in my carpets, 
                 Ducks on my doors.
                 All these pictures my 
                 Imagination draws.
      
                Wolves in the wallpaper,
                Elephants on the shed.
                Pretty images floating
                In my head.

                Fairies in my curtains,
                A dragon on my table.
                Now am i artistic,
                Or mentally unstable?


                             Kt

                                                                                                                                                                             

roses are red violets are blue please take me ta bed every time i think of you                                                                                                                                                                                

Here's a darker one:-


     Why am i so easily hurt.
     Why do i let them
     Treat me like dirt
     Why do i wear my 
     Heart on my sleeve
     It just makes it easier
     For them to leave
     Why do they feel the need
    To tear out my heart and 
    Watch me bleed
    Why do i always 
    Scream for more
     As i watch them 
     Walk out the door



         Kt                                                                                                                                                                             

Lol @ Mad Mic   Guzzi, poems are wonderful things to read and to write, you seem like a sensitive wee soul so celebrate that fact in your poems   Am not one to write poems (prefer writing short stories) but I like reading poems, dark and moody ones especially.   Some of my fave poets would be Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath and Leonard Cohen....all morose stuff haha                                                                                                                                                                              

Ok here we go...

Here I sat broken hearted,

Needed a shit

But only farted......:-)                                                                                                                                                                             

I'm a Grey old twat That's just getting Fat Nobody loves me So thats the end of That.                                                                                                                                                                              

  Hi GL, here's a link to a previous thread of Poetry   http://www.bikermatch.co.uk/sites/bm/forum/posts.asp?to...ic_id=2319   and another http://www.bikermatch.co.uk/sites/bm/forum/posts.asp?to...c_id=10405                                                                                                                                                                             

  I've just clicked on that first link and it just goes to the forums, tho it didn't when I posted it, no idea why it's disappeared.                                                                                                                                                                               

Mary had a little skirt with splits right up the sides every time that Mary walked The boys could see her thighs . Mary had another skirt with a split right up the front .......but she didn't wear that one very often                                                                                                                                                                               

  You guys ( Andy, Tel and Johnny ) LOL                                                                                                                                                                              

shakespeare had it down good......"shall i compare thee to a summer's day?"                                                                                                                                                                             

A little ditty I penned age 10:   There was a young lady from Chester And all the young men did molest her She went to the police Who gave her a leash With a dog on the end to protect her   Definitely unfulfilled potential there                                                                                                                                                                              

I am writing a verse, to share my emotion.My love and my self, are a cauldron of devotion.I want to share a poem or add a few lines.So this is my attempt to give it my time. To love is to live and to live, love a need.For the heart hungers for the soul to feed.It does not take much, just the simplest glance.To lead to companionship, friendship and romance. To look into the eyes of an angel can be.Their heart, their hand, their soul so free.Not to be captured or kept or held tight.Their freedom their bond, their need and their right.   Love is a balance where two equal the same.To neutralise the bad so the good will remain.It's not a beginning, a middle or end.It's what can! be, so... ..to you all, balance, i send.
-----------------------------------------------------------------   Best regards and wishes...   ..icey [/a silly little something]                                                                                                                                                                             

There was a young lady from Gorton Who had one big tit and one small one As well as that a big hairy Tw@t And a fart like a 850 Norton                                                                                                                                                                              

Ok serious one   How can you turn such beauty,
In to writing so true ?
You are the brightest star, upon the darkest night
When I look at your smile the world stands still,
And time, ceases to be
I have to be careful, when I look into your eyes,
I may never find my way back!
Your voice compares to an angels symphony
Playing music the colour of butterflies,
My knees go weak in your presence,
But find the strength from your smile
If you command, I would surrender my heart,
And never want it back
My body yearns to be by your side,
But trembles, when you’re near
The beating of my heart,
Could start a thousand earthquakes,
Erupt a million volcano’s,
And feels,
Like it’s about to explode
I would die tomorrow if,
I could hold onto your heart,
For just one, single day
Could I?, be so foolish to hope,
That you !, could feel the same ?.
It’s easy to turn such beauty into words,
When beauty, is all that you see !
                                                                                                                                                                             

   nice one Rock Man                                                                                                                                                                             

A perverted young lady called Hope
Would tie up her feller with rope.
Then for exquisite pains,
She added some chains 
And did something quite kinky with soap.                                                                                                                                                                             

happy birthday to you ,happy birthday to you,happy birthday my dearheart ,happy birthday to yoooooooou.  xx                                                                                                                                                                             

Sometimes the world looks mad,
sometimes we feel so sad,
the cure to feeling yuk,
is to have a realy good f*ck.

Dusty x