The Official ATS Poetry Thread

Oh yes,
Amongst these limericks,
And rhyming jibes,
THAT is where my deepest,
Most heartfelt thoughts,
Ought reside,
Not stood apart,
On their merits seen,
But hedged in,
By wit on the edge of obscene,
That is where my art belongs,
That is the pitiful worth,
Of my hearts undying song,
THIS is all my heart is worth,
Would that I had any left,
My soul could lose all mirth,
Perhaps it is well,
That I was already weary,
Because had I the strength,
I could have become teary,
Thank you so much,
For showing me my place,
That this site has no time for my art,
For my output no space.

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Mod Note: Please remember, in this thread post should either be poems, or feed back to other members about the poems they posted. Anything else will be removed.


Since you saw fit,
To shut my mouth,
I have become aware,
That something has gone south,
See there is nothing wrong,
With freedom of expression,
And mine was fit and fair,
And so here is a fitting lesson,
Back off,
Back down,
Don't you bloody dare,
Pee on my head,
Then point out a cloud,
Over yonder there,
This is horsecrap,
And you bloody know it,
And no matter what you do,
I will stand for the poets,
No matter how many times,
You shut my mouth,
More will come,
Have no doubt.

The pale horse riding straight shooter,
Defending my local Hooters from looters,
Is tired of you slack losers,
Mouth breathing mouth poopers,
I use spoken word when im choking nerds,
Lyrical cowboy im Ropin' herds of words,
Through these twists and turns,
Just to avoid all these piles of turds,
And there's a lot in this labyrinth,
So excuse my absence cuz im back to rock your worlds like absinthe!
With dark magic like a black witch,
With a black cat, and a huge bag of catnip,
Lighten up you cabbage patch kids like matchsticks,
If this was hockey...
I'd be a Hat trick!

~meathead

The Saboteur

While pondering life and changes intently
Contemplating the sudden interest and frenzy
It occurred to me that there may be
A saboteur that we can’t yet see.

A conspiracy within a conspiracy site
Oh how they must be dancing with renewed delight
The forum crusher shall be their name
Wreaking havoc within threads is their game

Under the guise of innocence they’ll appear
Many will be fooled by the words they hear
Believe when I tell you the truth lies within
The loving and dreamy prose that hides their sin

Just here, today, a wedge has been driven
Perhaps that was always the intent of their mission
To single folks out and cause a disruption
Is there truth in my words or just a crazy assumption?

I believe that in time this game will play out
To show the true nature of things, have no doubt
Just be patient, my friends, and you too will see
Their words never penned by love, only written mockingly

Childish Games

Silly mindless games
Games that only Children play

I'll get you then you get me
Is this how it will always be

Games like these
Only Children play

Never ending like the sky
Staring eyes that never cry

Silly games and i say Why?
Have you nothing else to do?

Grown ups they can behave
If they'd only toss out their childish ways.

I have tied
to take the time,
to construct
a careful rhyme.
Not to just,
self anoint,
but to make,
some kind of point.
But to have poems,
lost among the chatter,
signifies,
they do not matter.
So here I will yield,
and seek,
greener fields.

a reply to: Errollorre


Don't take your poems to another arena
for there maybe no pastures that are greener
although they may appear that way
don't take your words, you should fight and stay

Poets unite, gather your words and armour
From the Alien abductee to the humble farmer
Out into battle, drive your pen into the land
Cry out "We are poets, this is our line in the sand"

a reply to: blupblup

That was really, really good!


I hope all are thrilled with the flags they see
Marking this thread so gloriously
Poems and rhymes rising to the top
100 flags more, let it never stop

See you didn’t lose in fact you have won
All lovers of verse can now stand as one
Uniquely different yet intertwined like strings
Expressing inner thoughts, ideas and everything

A bottle for a bookend

Take me down off the top shelf, i'm all sorts of dusty.
This is one cover you might regret opening. The spine cracks, pages fall out at random.
It's nonfiction, this one.
A harrowing account of chain link and razor wire.
Junkyards and drunken fathers. Barking dogs and mourning doves.
The epilogue is predictable to say the least. It starts off a tad slow, but it picks up, i promise.
You'll get quite attached, the way one gets attached to a stray dog.
You can take me home.
You can put me up on one of your shelves where i will inevitably collect that lonely dust again.
Let me haunt you.
Let me haunt this.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

I am not thrilled,
I am disgusted,
The battle IS lost,
The war is NOT done,
From the break of dawn,
Till the set of the sun,
Until the poet has their own territory,
Not a single one amongst us,
Will truly be free,
We are being oppressed,
Insulted entirely,
One poem to one thread,
Or the whole thing can hang,
This will not end with a whimper,
But with a mighty bang.

Soon as the fens are parched, and earth with heat
Is gaping, forth he darts into the dry,
Rolls eyes of fire and rages through the fields,
Furious from thirst and by the drought dismayed.
Me list not then beneath the open heaven
To snatch soft slumber, nor on forest-ridge
Lie stretched along the grass, when, slipped his slough,
To glittering youth transformed he winds his spires,
And eggs or younglings leaving in his lair,
Towers sunward, lightening with three-forked tongue.
Of sickness, too, the causes and the signs
I'll teach thee. Loathly scab assails the sheep,
When chilly showers have probed them to the quick,
And winter stark with hoar-frost, or when sweat
Unpurged cleaves to them after shearing done,
And rough thorns rend their bodies. Hence it is
Shepherds their whole flock steep in running streams,
While, plunged beneath the flood, with drenched fell,
The ram, launched free, goes drifting down the tide.
Else, having shorn, they smear their bodies o'er
With acrid oil-lees, and mix silver-scum
And native sulphur and Idaean pitch,
Wax mollified with ointment, and therewith
Sea-leek, strong hellebores, bitumen black.

Things be a changing, with different moves,
All members should calm down, while we try to find our groove.

The forum these poems were in, short stories they are not,
We are trying to find a home for them, so they have their lot.

At times the move can be messy, many people must discuss.
During this time, members patience is a must.

This is not the end of the world, all is not doom and gloom.
While trying to organize, moving is a tool like a broom.

So for those who are upset, angry and yelling abound,
We would ask you to sit, and for god sake: calm down.

Make A New Forum! That's What You Should Do!
We are aware of this, but need Skeptic's Kung-Fu.

That may not happen either, many talks are on high.
But yelling at us won't work, it really makes us shake our heads and sigh.

So please relax, the END isn't near.
All of us staff, know, that you all hold these poems very dear.

So until we figure out what to do,
Please realize we really are thinking of all of you.

a reply to: eriktheawful



Awesome!

Where have you been?!

a reply to: TNMockingbird


That's a real talent you have there.

There's a demon lying by my side
i thought he was asleep but he opened his eyes
i saw terror,fear,hate, despair
And there was sadness everywhere
Failure,guilt and hidden lies
Feeding off me like a bunch of flies
He's draining my good, this evil bastard
ive got to overcome, got to try and last it
Bastard demon close your eyes
im not ready yet for my demise
Bastard demon go to sleep
My body's strong but my soul is weak.
But now he turns with outstretched claw
And freezes me with an evil roar
i am his prey there is nothing i can do
He sinks his claws and tears my soul in two
i thought i would be dead, but even worse, im hooked
i wish that i was dead, he's got me, now im fcked
Now he runs my life he's running through my veins
im turning into evil, i do whatever he says.
When i wake up every morning im violently sick
i have to go and get him and do it really quick.
So now the demon has me, im all his now
i want to get him out but i dont know how
He thrives on my sadness this i do know
If i start to love myself hopefully he'll go
im gonna go through hell over the next few weeks
i dont really care, i'll do whatever it takes
Myself, plus my girlfriend and beautiful son
This is my family, we are as one
i must have hurt them badly but i really didnt care
Because the demon had me my feelings just were'nt there
So listen everybody, dont let the demon in
You all know who he is, the evil Heroin...


i wrote this in one go coming off the demon 20 years ago.

it was published in a police handbook for educating schoolkids
it means an awful lot to me. Secret Knowledge

a reply to: SecretKnowledge

That was so sad.
I can tell written by someone who knows.

My sister in law was a heroin addict for many years (17) and I can imagine that she would have related to this.
Her stories tell me so. I wish she were still here to read it.

Glad you beat the demon.

a reply to: Mousygretchen

Thank you Mousy, your turn.

I would like us to keep the thread alive and show that there is a generous amount of members who enjoy reading and writing poems.

Perhaps then, as the Mod above stated, it may be given it's own forum.