Comments on: The Best Poetry In The World

By: rebecca

rebecca — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 06:14:18 +0000

What do you see
When you look in a mirror?
Do you see yourself?
Or someone else?
Do you see beauty?
Or do you see fear?
Fatigue?
Love?
Hate?
Eyes that sear?
That sear open your heart,
Because you wish they werenâ€™t yours.
Eyes with tears,
Because they donâ€™t want to see
Themselves
For fear that they arenâ€™t beautiful.
All alone in a room
With just a mirror and me,
I stare at that bright, shining piece of glass.
And I see a girl
A bit too thin
With no facial expression,
A girl
Who looks like
She has peace of mind
Although that is not true.
The mirror lies.
And I back away,
I donâ€™t want to get nearer
To that terrible,
Beautiful,
Panel
Called a mirror.
-Rebecca

By: the 16th nicholas

the 16th nicholas — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 21:51:12 +0000

Gently wave five piggies,
farewell to my love
You bore the burden of my soul
on your sole.

This betoothed snarler
has torn us asunder.
You were my foot
and the chainsaw is a cunt.

By: Log

Log — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 13:32:56 +0000

… and a mysterious third person

By: jonesy

jonesy — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 12:25:21 +0000

They fuck you up the bum, your mum & dad…

By: robertdee

robertdee — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 12:15:10 +0000

I drown myself
In the majesty of your tears
Every time you walk
I hear your legs ker-chinging against the fabric of your Etam skirt
Like soft sighs saying “love me”

And I do.

Your presence is my GOD
I dream of you when I’m awake
And an infinity of you as I slumber
Like a man possessed
I slather at your image
Scattering my useless seed

Like a Harlequin into the clouds.

By: davidh

davidh — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 11:26:34 +0000

Isn’t that one of Phillip Larkin’s? ;)

By: Raz

Raz — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 09:31:41 +0000

Bumsex, bumsex
One, two, three

By: lee

lee — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 08:35:56 +0000

hi log!

I wrote this on the tube this morning…I hope to write more but I got to my stop just as I finished the chorus. Alas! Anyway I have called this ‘Promise Me’

You light up another cigarette
and I pour the wine
It’s four o’clock in the morning
and it’s starting to get light
now I’m right where I want to be
losing track of time
but I wish that it was still last night
You look like you’re in another world
but I can read your mind
how can you be so far away
lying by my side
when I go away I’ll miss you
and I will be thinking of you
every night and day just …

Promise me you’ll wait for me
‘cos I’ll be saving all my love for you
and I will be home soon
Promise me you’ll wait for me
I need to know you feel the same way too
and I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon

I hope you like it!

By: davidh

davidh — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 16:28:54 +0000

Brace yourselves!

:brace position taken:

Red is the colour of our love
Blue is the colour of my pain
White is the colour of our innocence
Brown is the colour of your brain

By: jonesy

jonesy — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:39:17 +0000

I think it’s some glitter.

By: Log

Log — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:32:09 +0000

I have a GLINT on my THIGH? Jesus! Does it look angry? GET IT OFF ME

By: Nobuttocks

Nobuttocks — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:21:05 +0000

An Ode to Log

Log is a big and funky guy
with an evil glint in his eye
and probably another on his thigh
Tra-la-la or something.

By: jonesy

jonesy — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:18:22 +0000

NON DE L’COh DE BAGAGISTE DE MANDY
bagagiste mandy, je t’aime
bagagiste mandy, je
mÃªme lorsque vous Ãªtes parti lointain
je pense Ã vous

NOT Of COh OF LUGGAGE HANDLER OF MANDY
luggage handler mandy, I love you
luggage handler mandy, I
even when you left remote
I think of you