<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss xmlns:xsd="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema" xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance" version="2.0"><channel><title>JoeUser Forums » RSS Feed » Poetry Posts</title><link>https://feeds.feedburner.com/Stardock/JoeUser/forum/315</link><copyright>© 2006 - 2026 Stardock Corporation. All rights reserved.</copyright><description>Recent Posts In Poetry</description><language>en-us</language><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2026 2:55:25 PM -0400</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2026 2:55:25 PM -0400</lastBuildDate><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><generator>Stardock Rss Generator v1.0</generator><managingEditor>info@stardock.com</managingEditor><webMaster>kwilas@stardock.com</webMaster><item><author>spiritwhotalks</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/310176</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;  we are at war  we must not forget this sacred vow to our blood not for one fucking second!!!!  ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/310176</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/310176</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 9:09:23 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2011-04-12T21:09:23-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>I CAME OUT OF MY CAVE FIGHTING</title></item><item><author>SanChonino</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/136058</comments><description><![CDATA[   For my submission for the first writing challenge for the JU Writer's Club, I finished a surrealist story that I've been working on for weeks.  I will post the surrealism story later this morning, I'm putting the finishing touches on it right now, but this poem serves as a preamble to the story.  Read this, and then (when the other is up) read the story.  It won't make sense, but it's surrealism - it's not supposed to.     --------------------------------------------------------------------...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/136058</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/136058</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 1:12:25 PM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2011-01-13T13:12:25-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>JU Writing Club - 1st submission preamble</title></item><item><author>dipique</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/402710</comments><description><![CDATA[Breathtaking-- Hazel eyes speak a deep soul and I drown like a marooned sailor gulping the baleful brine.  To desire-- With such palpable need I fear as death cannot inspire that I am fixated like a rat to the snake-eyes of unshaken indifference.  To love-- As one does without knowledge, the chest-aching specter of certainty that drives men to be fools  --What would you have me do? Trust to fate and come to me, Or else arrest this froward heart.  ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/402710</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/402710</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 11:00:42 AM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-12-19T12:00:42</pubDateParsed><title>Breathtaking</title></item><item><author>noypistuff</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/400363</comments><description><![CDATA[            I don't want a lot for Christmas    There is just one thing I need    I don't care about presents    Underneath the Christmas tree    I just want you for my own    More than you could ever know    Make my wish come true ...    All I want for Christmas    Is you ...                &nbsp;         Isang  Masagana ,  Mapayapa , at  Makabuluhang  Pasko po sa Inyo!          ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/400363</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/400363</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 9:54:49 AM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-11-18T09:54:49-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>All I want for Christmas is You</title></item><item><author>susankkelly</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/396641</comments><description><![CDATA[She walks through the mists late at night   Lost in pain, trying to  diengage  from the    Constant piercing of her mind and soul.  Behind her drags her heart - bloody, disfigured,  Yet still faintly beating.&nbsp; Its weight is so  Great that it belabors every step and   Cries out with each labored  breaath  taken.   Long beyond emotion her footsteps follow  An invisible path, known only by those  Who have gone before.  The mist turns into dense fog -  Trees dripping cold ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/396641</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/396641</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 9:33:53 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-09-15T21:33:53-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>A Mummified Heart ©</title></item><item><author>susankkelly</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/395617</comments><description><![CDATA[   It ain&rsquo;t me  It&rsquo;s society.  It&rsquo;s just that things are movin&rsquo;  Way to fast.  All the neon lights  Are kickin&rsquo; my ass.  &nbsp;  Too many hours on the job.  Not enough money  Unless there&rsquo;s a bank to rob.  &nbsp;  An unhappy husband  An unhappy wife  Tear up the children  Leavin&rsquo; a life of strife.  &nbsp;  If I lived on a mountain  Or somewhere in the bush,  I wouldn&rsquo;t be so crazy --  So easy to push.  Things...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/395617</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/395617</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 2:56:43 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-09-06T14:56:43-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Psycho ©</title></item><item><author>susankkelly</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/395615</comments><description><![CDATA[ In the desert  I find myself yet once again But I remember from whence My bones cry out Cry out for the darkened forest And the star sky The wind and sand The horizon without shoreline  I must then return home Yet once again To the north woods Smell of pine To the sun swept Endless expanse of dunes Of cream creased sand  Back to my home then Yet once again to my Soul's reprieve To the baking sun and Ice crystal stars Of my spirit's name  Endless water Endless sky Endle...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/395615</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/395615</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 2:46:07 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-09-06T14:46:07-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Yet I Have Found Her Once Again ©</title></item><item><author>susankkelly</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/395614</comments><description><![CDATA[ Saw you tonight  Lookin' way too okay after what Was said and done My heart's seared red-hot By envy &amp; relief Because you're now Fuckin' gone You sucked the blood from my veins -- Son-of-a-bitch You sucked the marrow from my bones All you left behind is a Tormented woman Who hates to love you still ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/395614</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/395614</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 2:44:37 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-09-06T14:44:37-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Hate to Love You Still ©</title></item><item><author>susankkelly</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/395613</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;  Madness smolders about his eyes as he reads the  telling of his demons.  How his guardian, the warrior beast, rages against  an army of Dante-ian lost souls &ndash;  blood-black angels of death.  Caught within this labyrinth of words &ndash;  of fear &ndash;  of dark understanding,  he rests exhausted on his haunches like  an obsidian cat gathering his strength &ndash;  licking his wounds.  &nbsp;  Obsession flashes about his eyes as he reads  the telling of h...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/395613</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/395613</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 2:41:09 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-09-06T14:41:09-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>The Poet ©</title></item><item><author>Writersworld</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/374661</comments><description><![CDATA[  WRITERSWORLD a leading book publisher in self-publishing,  print-on-demand books and book reprints in the United Kingdom that also issues  the ISBN number in the author's name, pays the author 100% of the royalties and  supplies the author with copies of their books at print cost.  ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/374661</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/374661</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 7:30:51 AM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2010-01-29T07:30:51-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>Writersworld</title></item><item><author>Zoologist03</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/369144</comments><description><![CDATA[ It is that time of night again,  Suffocating and inky black.  The moon hidden from sight,  Strange chills up your back.   Walking along now,  Down this lonely street,  With its flickering, dying lights  You are quick to move your feet.   A sound from behind  Or was it from beside?  Adrenaline, heart pumping,  You increase your stride.   Real or imagined,  You cannot say.  Fear fills you,  And there it stays.   Almost home now,  Letting your guard down.  Something tugs at y...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/369144</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/369144</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 7:06:27 PM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-11-14T19:06:27-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>An Evening Stroll</title></item><item><author>new world mozart</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/368271</comments><description><![CDATA[The first snow of the season falls  Walls of white and gray envelope the land  The earth snuggles in for a long nap  The hectic head long rush of time slows  Nature girds itself for Winter's deep carees  and begins to dream of Spring  &nbsp;  &nbsp;  &nbsp;  &nbsp;  ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/368271</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/368271</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 1:06:02 PM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-11-03T13:06:02-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>Snow Fall</title></item><item><author>Zoologist03</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/365232</comments><description><![CDATA[       Grinning figure you twist and turn. Going through motions you don&rsquo;t learn. Someone pulls and tugs your wires, Your body is frail and quickly tires.  And you don&rsquo;t try to fight, You perform throughout the night.  And you dance, And you dance, And you dance.  Dancing to those devilish strings, Not holding hope for better things. Trapped in the same routine, Your tortured self remains unseen.  And still you don&rsquo;t try to flee, Just frolic with imagined gle...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/365232</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/365232</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 8:54:41 AM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-09-26T08:54:41-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Marionette</title></item><item><author>HappyMichelle</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/363828</comments><description><![CDATA[    Life is A Journey        人生如旅         Written by     Jack London &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;          &nbsp;      &nbsp;         &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  From the hell to the heaven,    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There&rsquo;s no straight way to walk.   &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sometimes up, sometimes down.   &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hope creates a heaven for us,    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/363828</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/363828</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:56:16 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-09-16T09:56:16</pubDateParsed><title>Life is A Journey</title></item><item><author>HappyMichelle</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/363206</comments><description><![CDATA[       The Search for Happiness                           Happiness is like a beautiful butterfly  The more you chase it, it soars high  But leave it alone, and sit down at peace  It will settle near, and then grasp it with ease   Happiness is like a delightful rainbow  With a spectrum of hues, it does glow  It adds the shades of color to a day long  And fills life with tinges of rhyme and song   Happiness is like a candle bright  Its flame brightens the shadowy night  Its ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/363206</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/363206</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 12:04:23 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-09-08T09:04:23</pubDateParsed><title>The Search for Happiness</title></item><item><author>Buddah Moskowitz</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/342434</comments><description><![CDATA[      First,     start with the title:    it must be     directly related     to the content     of the Poem -     or not.    &nbsp;    Then, begin the Poem    with a phrase    of tempting ambiguity,    a detail so compelling    that the reader     will follow you    as you pull back     to reveal its unexpected    milieu.    &nbsp;    Continue by making     an arcane allusion    to a 17 th  century English essayist    or by adding a sly reference    to one of the     lesser known Beats    (noth...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/342434</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/342434</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 5:22:27 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-06-05T17:22:27-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Poetry Template</title></item><item><author>Johnny Masuda</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/327954</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;   they told her it was pre-cancer  like she was pre-registering for  wedding gifts   &nbsp;   don&rsquo;t worry they said  the next test will tell us more  and more and more   &nbsp;   but the test cost money and no smiles  from the financial counselor will discount  the little pre-cancer cells into a willingness  to wait   &nbsp;   they keep dividing and mutating and growing  stealing hope like vultures feasting on road kill  you&rsquo;ll be better&mdash;for a price   &nbsp;   but firs...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/327954</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/327954</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 8:14:58 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-05-21T20:14:58-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Getting better</title></item><item><author>Johnny Masuda</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/327955</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;   bob&rsquo;s got two heartbeats  somewhere in redding ca.  the courts take his check every  other week  but the heartbeats can&rsquo;t be seen through  the wall of a vindictive mother   &nbsp;   so he downs a dozen vodkas a night  chased by forty milligrams of synthetic  smack to kill the pain and keep the  blood in his veins   &nbsp;   cause the feelings cold and all he wants  is to be warm&mdash;even if it&rsquo;s just for a night.   &nbsp;   J. Masuda &copy; 2008       ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/327955</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/327955</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 8:09:33 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-05-21T20:09:33-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Bob's heartbeats</title></item><item><author>Johnny Masuda</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/327956</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;   lil&rsquo; t wakes with the sun two hours from  the last time she cracked her eyes full of  sweat to cry the pain in her back and get ready  to work another day with smiles for the tips  and kind words for drinkers getting drunk  killing their pain   &nbsp;   all around pain   &nbsp;   but behind the smiles and false promises  a little girl silently cries as she goes about  the hard moments of living not knowing why  or when or who will come to ring the bell of  wonderments that raise...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/327956</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/327956</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 8:04:05 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-05-21T20:04:05-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Lil' T</title></item><item><author>Johnny Masuda</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/327958</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;   one night in a blizzard of snow and madness  in a little Indiana town lost to the interstate  Christopher cut his palms with a butcher knife  and worked through the night painting his heart  in broad strokes   &nbsp;   swearing in ten second breaths at what a slut  she could be he&rsquo;d leave his mark dripping on canvas  then sobbing he&rsquo;d cry out his love for the slut that  ate his heart  her cannibal ways left him crippled with only  ten fingers and ten toes and nothing to pu...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/327958</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/327958</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 8:00:35 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-05-21T20:00:35-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>concrete floors</title></item><item><author>Buddah Moskowitz</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/344935</comments><description><![CDATA[Hi - This ain't no April Fool's joke  I've relocated to  ihatepoetry.livejournal.com   Also, please continue visiting  http://www.virtualpoetryreading.com  and  http://virtualpoetryreading.com/more/   as I will still be keeping those websites in operation.  &nbsp;  Thanks to all my readers - Buddah Moskowitz   ihatepoetry@verizon.net   &nbsp;  ]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/344935</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/344935</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 5:14:27 PM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-04-01T17:14:27-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>I've Moved!</title></item><item><author>CharlesCS</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/342832</comments><description><![CDATA[Did you ever try writing poems as a child? Maybe for that boy or girl you liked? I remember writing poems. I used a particular style I had seen someone else do that I thought was really cool at the time (and still do to this date). It involved using the persons name using each letter in their name to make the first word on each line of the poem. For example (the name chosen is random and not necessarily from someone in my past, just in case):  Sandra   S weet as honey   A lways so true  ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/342832</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/342832</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 9:59:34 AM -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-03-10T09:59:34-04:00</pubDateParsed><title>Poems of the Good Old Days</title></item><item><author>Buddah Moskowitz</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/340256</comments><description><![CDATA[  Everywhere I look    I see the flock    lost in their prayers:    &nbsp;    young and old    rich and poor    Jew and Gentile.    &nbsp;    Each in holy communion    huddled around     their electronic beads,    their mutant rosaries.    &nbsp;    Speaking in tongues    to unseen companions,    &nbsp;    each believer     in holy solitude    connected     to something greater     than themselves.    &nbsp;    In gratitude     they offer     the abstract sacrifice    of their time.    &nbsp;   ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/340256</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/340256</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 9:10:31 PM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-03-01T21:10:31-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>Holy Communion</title></item><item><author>Buddah Moskowitz</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/338870</comments><description><![CDATA[  This mortality creeps     upon me like     the relentless     single-minded zombies from     &ldquo;Night of the Living Dead.&rdquo;    &nbsp;    Death and all her     servants  &nbsp;     keep dropping hints     into my life    like postcard solicitations    falling out of magazines.    &nbsp;    My eyes take longer to refocus.     My torso stiffens overnight.     My hips surprise me     with their occasional ache and    some presumably insightful thoughts     vanish     before they ever reac...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/338870</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/338870</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 5:12:09 PM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-02-11T17:12:09-05:00</pubDateParsed><title>The Best Yesterday</title></item><item><author>Buddah Moskowitz</author><comments>https://forums.joeuser.com/160813</comments><description><![CDATA[   Turn me on baby  wrap me up in your electric fuzz guitar solo  send the firecracker giggle of spicy coconut chicken to my tongue  give my body a gazelle’s grace as I jete off the cliff  and then spread my wings and land just south of the fragrant field of sunshine roses  let the Beatles music play and let this guitar be the extension of my arms  soften this heart to catch a glimpse of God in every shape and hue and tone  and help nurse my hopes in this boroug...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">https://forums.joeuser.com/160813</guid><link>https://forums.joeuser.com/160813</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:26:15 AM -0500</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2009-02-01T12:26:15</pubDateParsed><title>Love Note to the Muse</title></item></channel></rss>