Don't Read - Pop's NaPoWriMo Thread

NOTE: Thanks to Rosey, I've decided to start my own NaPoWriMo thread, even though I'm pretty late as is.
Because of my lack of skill in the poetry area, I'm going to ask that you don't read these. These will all be rough drafts, and I don't expect anyone to enjoy them.
30 poems in 30 days? Haha, here goes nothing.


Insanity


And so it goes:
These marks we bear upon our chests,

Why do we wear such marks of hate?
For who are we, to discriminate?

Who are we, to lie and wait-
For the one who answers to our protests?

Choices made and decisions unbound,
We once were lost but now we're found

Only to drown in our own salted tears
Only to flail in the midst of our fears-

In our long-awaited years;
Find comfort on the ground

Champions of hate and disgust and pain
That's all we have to call our name

Our titles are the masters of vanity
Politically correct to say "insane",

That's all we are - insanity.

*Reads* Surely, after a title like that, how could I not click? xD

I liked the overall theme of this poem. Some of the rhymes were off, I'll admit, but it has potential. I perticularily enjoyed these lines:

Why do we wear such marks of hate?
For who are we, to discriminate?

The Devil's Mass


With an offering of virgin blood
and a rusted cross buried in your skin,
Your blackened soul can attend the mass
that all of Hell wants in.

Come attend and hear the preachings
Of Brother Lucifer himself;
There are no pews - just stand and suffer
While he leans on that sinful shelf.

He preaches of sins and spite and hate
And how we'll forever be lost;
Brother tells us all just how to live
While we keep our fingers crossed

We pray to him, and to his name
We praise it thrice a day,
And all throughout Hell, you can hear the shouts:
"The Devil has shown me the way!"

So don't forget your Hallows Day best;
Dress nice and comb your hair-
'Cuz after this, your soul's up for grabs,
And the Devil don't play fair.

Gah... this is harder than I thought it would be.
This next poem will be refreshingly normal - and it's dedicated to my new cousin, Rivers Mae. ^_^


Goodnight


Isn't it funny how
you make me smile?
Doesn't it just tickle your toes?

From your soft pink hands
and your little baby feet-
Your mess of hair and your darling button nose

Isn't it funny how
you make us all laugh?
When you dream and make us all coo?

And even when mama
dresses you like a doll,
With your frilly pink dress and tiny shoes

And you touch our hearts
With your tiny little hands,
Though you'll never understand just why;

We love you so much,
shower you with kisses and such-
You're the apple of your dear mama's eye

You'll never remember
your very best day,
So I'll just tell you now and confess;

That no matter how long,
and no matter the song-
We could never love you any less

So don't be sad about today
or worry about tomorrow
You won't remember a thing - it's alright!

For now just drink in
and let your new life sink in-
Sleep tight, sweet angel, and goodnight

For Lack of a String


Ah, hello there. Please take a seat –
I see that you're my student today?
Well, let's have a see at what you've got
Now, do as I say:

Give me an E minor, an A major,
And you can even throw in a G
I guess you don’t sound all that bad –
–To a tolerable degree

Pluck that Drop D with some zest –
Use your index, not your thumb!
Now, tip the body to the side
And give it a good strum

This is indeed a passionate instrument,
One that should be handled with care;
So clean that fretboard off at once!
It’s filthy, I say – how could you dare?

So let’s take a listen to your taste,
I see you favor Baroque?
I’m sorry dear, but it pains me to hear –
Those rhythms just make me choke

You call that Segovia your favorite, you say?
Well, frankly, I call it amateur-
Now sit up straight and raise your head,
Regain your composure!

Wow, it’s already the end of the lesson,
I say, I’ve had a nice time!
And now I’ll send you on your way home
For want of another filler rhyme

So I guess now that I've mastered the dutiful art
Of instructing you students for pay –
Perhaps now I should pick up a guitar
And actually learn how to play.



Soda Pop


Soda pop, soda pop
That fizzy drink I cannot drop
That bubbly brew I just can’t stop
Oh, I love you –
Soda pop



EDIT: Just one more for today!


Bitter Things


Hello, my friend-
How have you been?
I give you my greetings

Come have a sit
on my old couch;
Let's talk of bitter things

Your life is bad?
Well, that's a shame.
I deeply sympathize-

I really do,
my long time friend;
Dry tears flow from my eyes

So how's your home?
Your poor dog died?
I'm so sorry for your loss

My dear aunt passed
Just yesterday;
She choked on garlic sauce

How goes your job?
You've been demoted?
Well, that is awful news

As for myself
I've gotten sacked
And now I've turned to booze

My wife has left
The kids hate me
I've thought of suicide

Been robbing banks
and stealing tanks
I'll probably be fried

What’s that you say?
Your life now seems great?
Well, that is simply grand –

As for me,
I’m off to see
What this fantastic life of mine has planned.

which has Nothing to do with Nature

And we know such things
We will never ever use
So why should we learn?

Add "Them" to that last line, and you have described my feelings of school perfectly.

I love all those poems!

Lovely poems, anti-pop

Rosey: I was going to, but then I remembered it was a haiku, so now it makes little sense. But hey, most haikus don't make sense anyways, right? XD

And thank you, Kat!

Taken Awa—


You say his name and you'll get taken,
Whilst writin' these words, I am a-quakin'
Ol' boy won't get me, ain't no way -
But you, he might; and that's to say,

If you don't be a goon 'un, he'll have your head,
Least to say - you'll be worse than dead
He comes out in the darkest of hour the night,
Fillin' souls to the brim with fright

Then he makes it all the way to your home,
And you can hear him cackle an' moan
You'll hide 'neath your soft and safe sheets -
While down your very own hall he creeps

You hear his steps, but don't do a thing,
'Cuz your head is poundin' and your ears start to ring
So under your door he slithers on in,
And you won't know what to do once he comes in

He'll snatch you right on up and eat you whole -
Oh yes, my friend, and he'll steal your poor soul
You'll be gone forever, and neither Heaven nor Hell
Will await you once you're gone - and that's all I can tell

So say this beast's name, and he'll take you away
The second it slips, you're going to pay
So don't say his name - whatever you do;
I think that his name was Richa—

Goodness gracious! Have I gotten behind or what?


Certainty

About four things I am certainly sure:
Heartaches hardly have a cure,
A happy man is never poor,
To think like a child is truly mature,
And sometimes life, I'm afraid -
you just have to endure