Your very own world

Create your own world. Describe it to me. It can be happy, sad, angry, dark, anything really.

No word limit
Rhyme is prefered but not required
Old or new
One week

Good luck to you all

My world

Could it be?
An answer we see?
No
You speak of things like "God"
In this world, the mirror says "doG"
Reverse psycology
Just a little maybe
Have you held the hand of death?
Have you had your final breath?
What I thought was true
It gave me the blue
Let this angelic face
Wipe out the entire human race
Sing my sad song
As you all do only what is wrong
Thats the question
What is wrong?
What is right?
Would you give it all?
Are you willing to sacrifice?
My world is only the truth, and nothing but
I say it as I see
So would you take advice from me?

Crimson World
In this crimson rain forest
A soft rain intermittently
Sprinkles, softly down on cherry-pink leaves,
of the ancient willow trees.
 
Blue daffodils and brown tulips, scatter richly,
within the orange animate vegetation that
welcomes this unexpected soft shower,
revealing slowly, their jewels.

While green and white bubble Bees
sing their sweet melodies
As they hover at their lovers openings
eager for a sip of their sweet nectar.

Two purple butterflies in a sensual dance,
within the last cherry rays of the red sun,
slowly setting  in the green sky,
that’s slicing through the cracks  within
the burgundy thick foliage.

While I watch their playful shadows
 on the orange grass,
beneath the forest, smiling.

Feeling the prickle of the grass,
and the tickle of his
rich thick black fur against the length
of my naked body, and
the soft cooling rain; that feels so sweet
against my parched skin, that’s
 overheated from him making
passionate love to me.

In this world of colors and patterns
I flick at a human fly with my tail
wondering of a disturbing world in my dreams
Where him nor I will be
these two black panthers
lying peacefully and contently
underneath a crimson rain forest,
but instead some furless, two legged beast.

Wonderland

From the weight of the world
I sink through the sand
On my way
To Wonderland.

The worries I had
All fade to gray
Problems of mortals
Are not for today.

I fall through the sky
Wind in my hair
I tumble through clouds
With out my despair.

I swim the cool waters
See visions that flow
Feel all pain sinking
With no under toe.

A promise was whispered
With no one to hear
Vowing their silence
And sharing my tears.

Grasping the truth
They only can teach
All trace of my life
Was far from my reach.

I can't remember your face
Or the love I forsake
I'm realizing slowly
This place isn't so great.

I know it's amazing
With no pain to go through
I can't help but miss
Not seeing you.

-Great Romance-

if i had created love
it would be the law and religion of the land
Love would be the force of right and wrong
it would be the Great Romance

The Great Romance would be more of a dance of life
chivelry would never again be dormant
the Great Romance would make all the women and girls swoon
they themselves would be one with the Great Romance

we as men and women would love all
weather they were man or woman or child
for all in our glorious world are the same
you are created the same way
so you must love for it is in your blood
the Great Romance is in your blood

the couples would always be in love
there would be no lies, or cheating
no distrust and no dishonor
love is all there would be

after the love has taken ahold of you
you start to love them in a deeper way
a way that we will all eventually find out about
you will love them for their personality
or their smile, their sense of humor
maybe even for their strength and courage

if you are to mate you must be chosen
the male can chose the female
or the female can chose the female
when you are chosen then you have the choice
either to accept
or decline

when you are wed before the almighty creator
you are bound for life
if one of you were to die
the other is to be widowed for life

this is the wonderful world our creator has made
this is the Great Romance

My world would be known as the planet of unicorn secretion,
There would be some humans, yes, but most'd be in cages until a platapuss releases them.
There would be a glorious sandwich shop,
It would sale lamps and chairs and mops.
I would hire a rainbow to be my male bitch,
I would lock up and degrate the rich.
Not because I am unhappy with their success,
but because my stomach is upset.
I would live in a box.
But it would be a purple box.
So it's all good.
Everyone would have mass suicide orgies, because it is right and they should.
I would hire a larry king to bake potatoes,
But then fire him, as I lie and say I wanted tomatoes.
I would have sex with the leader of the unicorns,
and make beautifully sexy unbelievably hot humans that the unicorns will adorn.
Then I will slaughter them all when they reach a fair age of 2,867.902
I will also make super heroes graze in fields and say moo.
I would then proceed to have hot sex with the world, and make new galaxies,
I would make my minions eat tons of celery.
I would then proceed to wash my socks,
All in a days work, with caviar and boklava i would feed the masses and flocks.
I would make a million batches of magic muffins.
I would get a puppy that likes giving inbred monkeys lovin.
I would turn on my unicorn secretion minions
And throw bananas at them.

We can dance
This lovely dance
Take my hand in yours
Now sweep me off my feet
Nothing comes close
Can never compare
To this love in which we share No one could touch my thorn heart
But you put it together
And took it apart
You lift me up
And drag me down
I won't journey this road
To your hell
Lust is divine
Within time
Will tell
I'll break free
Of your voodoo spell
So let go
Before it hurts
The pain is astounding
Our love erupts
And passion bursts
Sorry this fell from our hands
But in my world
Everything is ment to die

Tea Garden
This garden is my favorite place,
Since wind, sun and moonlight
Softly stroke my face.

I’m surrounded by flowers, herbs and all
It’s a sunny day
No way will rain fall.

Come sit with me
Have a warm cup of tea
This is nothing like Alice in Wonderland
But it sure beats being
In a desert covered with sand.

Now don’t be scared
Nature here isn’t wild
Cookies are being prepared
May your troubles grow mild.

Great poems everyone!

A New Mythology

In a world
of isometrics
give and take
and "spread-upon-its,"
not one loss would
fill the sonnets,
each haiku
its weight in phonics,
an iconographic sea
of symbols,
all revealed
in fields of thimbles;
this is how I'd walk.

And to explain
this madder vision,
each channel spied
and made decision
would be color-coded,
and this how it goes:

Orange is the body's world,
the universe at large:
the physical,
the mandible,
the hand
on tree or barge.

Purple is the mental life,
the reason for the names and strife
that fills accountants' heads;
for, when they tend to sleep at night,
they object count in beds.

The land of feeling, green, endures
and makes our hearts grow tuned;
for, if the ghosts' emotions past
will talk, it is through ancient runes.

Lastly then, the psychic trace,
the soul or spirit's lairs,
for there, within the manless limb,
the tidal wave of cares.

All these the players now are named,
the world thus populated,
and now is set the stage of truth,
our story now created.

runningturtle87

In Dreams- By, Mikimoondancer


In momentary lapses
The here and then collide

In hazed wisps of sentiment
the lost is readily found

...and there's no ground

Just colour
Aromatic green

Just past lucid fragility
and beyond this bitter scene

Cool air mists
on rocky shores
Clouds so close
Delusion is lured

Into the rapturous
ravenous tide
I climb into your dream
and there I reside

Scarfield

My words come out like flowers
Long stem, poison petals, unconsumable to humans  
 
Six tick-tocks of the clock and one less degree of separation
One less detail to consider
 
Even keel has been the best one could hope for before now
Hence, whatever shall we ponder?
 
Are there too many dangers on that foul and rapid river?
Capsized with thunder thighs buried hatred in the mirror
 
I no longer see my worth in her eyes
Her smile, the epitome of danger
 
I never left I just withdrew
Still wanting all of it with you
 
Chemically burned and upturned, the levels I hit were legendary
Who other now could put me secondary that would drown me any further?
 
A deluge determined to break the levee
An imminent outpouring filled to the rim with chalice meat
Burning seed contained by skin-tight prison
 
One last line of defense stretched across my neck to strangle
When I'm already drowning
Smothered by the dirt shoveled in my shallow grave  
 
Light the fire, the excitement would be worth it
Then every element could have its piece of me,
An investment with returns
 
The Pilgrim has come home with sunken shoulders, his Holy Land defiled
Other hands have carved a niche which he could not fulfill
He fell short in his devotions?
The red letters were not met
So his Church was torn asunder and left without defense
 
While the heathens and blasphemers took anything of value,
the Pilgrim only prayed harder
Until he finally had to accept that his God was on vacation  
 
Somewhere sunny where words come out like flowers  
Long stem, poison petals, unconsumable to humans
 
Where the sun feeds lovely weeds
Along the banks of a foul and rapid river
 
Where the six tick-tocks of an unforgiving clock strike a bell
whose ring threatens to carry on forever

Another Dimension  

Limited perception
the cause of religious deception .
Standing within an ornate chateau
thats positioned on a discular plateau .
Gasping on violet tarnished air
fly with the silver coated crows
even though  
your not physically there .
Domed and conical moulded towns
where evocative sorcerers live
wearing ruby and emerald encrusted gowns.
Dominant irregular pillars
of adjacent
jagged rock
peer between and watch
the ancient sorcerers flock
they dance beneath an inane
stagnant clock .
Huge suspended
orbital
embossed
and compressed
lunar eyes
which are glaring at you
through scarlet incomprehendable
infinitive tiger breath skies .
You see the sabre teeth
you think all of what you have will be bequeathed.
Try to conceive
how to breath ,
your a crow now
you dont have any sleeves
Sand dunes
of granular
opal ,encrusted jewels,
they create tear rippling pools
of emotion,
promotion ,of concept  
its mental dialect .
Whilst in this dimension
your in suspension
so while you can perambulate  
before its too late ,

The New World

Never dying sun
In a vision of midnight blue
Yellow sunlight shines through
Particles that dance
In somnambular grace
Half awake and unknowing
Performing beauty within
Consciousness
Of what was and what would be
A world created and recreated
By careless and callousness
Of the you and I that inhabit
The world, now half in darkness
Half in perpetual light
Far from the sun, orbit undone
Humans alive though ingenuity
Yellow sunlight over the domes
Of human man-made  bubbles
Domains of half-crazed people
Fighting for space in space
Double trouble in a dying world
This will be the new Earth.

MY VERY OWN WORLD

My species lives on the dark side of the moon

We cannot be seen - for we are transparent

We have a large colony that is made invisible too

Transparency has been our survival strategy


We live in an enclosure, breathe fragrant air

Grow our own plants to eat, flowers everywhere

Peace is what keeps us alive, we never argue

We are not angels, we have just learned

Disagreements on anything, can lead to hatred


Hatred is not permitted, no foul language here

Not even for a moment, within our stratosphere

We love, we live contentedly, eat only plants

Our atmosphere is brightly coloured

Only we can see it

We live quietly

Below the radar of everybody

For when our astronauts went to visit

Planets and beings, similar to us

All they were doing - was killing

Killing is repulsive to us


So we made our own garden

Tend it with care

Over a million plants

And friendly bees

Live there


Do not try to find us

Even when you do - it will be futile

For the only way to keep our paradise

Is to kill - each and every one of you.