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UER Forum > Archived UE Main > UE poetry (Viewed 328 times) whats left of the psych  Location: 200 feet under the Arctic Ocean Gender: Male  |  |  UE poetry < on 2/24/2007 5:00 AM >   I feel that a good poem can really descried a place. And that some good poetry could spice up the place! I found a poem that I had to make for a assignment about one of my first UEing. Here it goes On this cold winter day This time a year ago The power had been shut Leaving the buildings in the cold And dark, powerless, and to be forgotten As time moves on They began to age The wood begins to soften The floors began to weaken The windows come down in shards Once where light shown Filling the old hall and rooms with light Warmth and comfort Now it’s replaced with darkness and coldness And will never be used again. Once where people could come and go Now is replaced with trespassing signs Fenced off from the public Little dare to enter The ones that do still don’t understand the beauty and history As summer comes It’s days are numbed… Demolition comes soon after When the ball hits the powerless walls There is no turning back Fell free to add yours. [last edit 2/24/2007 6:23 AM by whats left of the psych - edited 1 times] If you can't beat them, shoot them! http://urbantresspasser.blogspot.com/ http://www.myartpr...xplorerTresspasser Explorer Zero   |  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 1 on 2/24/2007 1:57 PM >   trespassings illegal breaking and entering is too! but Im up for some 'splorin... how bout you? ta da! this poem is dedicated to our very own blackhawk G to the Race  Hi!  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 2 on 2/24/2007 2:03 PM >   LOL @ "When the ball hits the powerless wall." You kids and your double-entendre. UE Haiku, because I'm not a great poet: Teeming with commerce Economic winds reek change Vacant, welcoming You betcha Draghignazzo  Location: NoVa Gender: Male  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 3 on 2/24/2007 3:30 PM >   Sonnet: To an Abandoned Railroad Watertank A monstrous arm extended into naught Longs for a train, to quench its parched steel But only ghosts it finds in this dead lot For on this rusty rail won't pass new wheel. Ghosts of the brakemen, in their uniforms proud, Of engineers, of passn'gers gone, like steam. The hobo's too, for whom that whistle loud In his depress'd black soul shone like a beam. A rustle, then a soft hush'd call now sounds Two living souls emerge from timeless dust And lovingly record those hallowed bounds. They're gone. Like ghosts. And all is dead again. All but the wind through lifeless wood and rust. A monstrous arm keeps longing for a train. ===Draghignazzo G to the Race  Hi!  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 4 on 2/24/2007 3:31 PM >   Holy shit. That is damn good. Major poetry props to you sir. Wow. You betcha Draghignazzo  Location: NoVa Gender: Male  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 5 on 2/24/2007 3:55 PM >   My friend, I wish I could say so much in as few words as you did. I liked yours too! NextelCupMK  This member has been banned. See the banlist for more information. Location: Waltham, Mass and Athenry, Galway Donkey Could KICK the ASS out of Action's monkey  |  |  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 6 on 2/24/2007 4:09 PM >   Universal Excitement Rewarding spunking cock Doug  Gender: Male  |  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 7 on 2/24/2007 5:46 PM >   Drains are good, Go in them... Ah shit, that doesn't rhyme The Urbex Zine Guy https://www.cavecl...wtopic.php?t=12259 G to the Race  Hi!  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 8 on 2/24/2007 6:59 PM >   Waxing poetic today: Saturday. At the academic building which houses my office; rarely does anybody that doesn't stutter go to the basement, it hides the speech pathology clinic. The stairwell landing works as a morgue for old desktops, white, but not quite white, dead. The interesting doors, sub-basements, electrical closets, personal offices are locked. I catch a glimpse of Big Bird and Cookie Monster in a children's waiting room, waiting to be called Big Birld and Cookie Monsterl until the language mechanics work out the kinks and send the little offenders into the world, healed, but not quite. Kids can be so cruel. Meh, subject matter isn't bad, however there's zero structure and the language isn't that interesting. Self criticism shields me from e-cruelty. You betcha Glass  Location: Chicago as one does  |  |  Re: UE poetry <Reply # 9 on 2/24/2007 8:13 PM >   Eat, sleep and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater leeds I seen yer comin Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad What you get Is what you see Its a trickledown theory And its coming to me Lifes a whip-round And Ive got the whip Its a sinking ship Drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down Dark, satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And Ill send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin gun Its how I get my fun Better run, run, run Your olfactory nerves All up the spout You cant smell a rat When your nose is out Rent-to-kill By any other name Kiss an old flame Shame, shame, shame Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down UER Forum > Archived UE Main > UE poetry (Viewed 328 times) All content and images copyright © 2002-2024 UER.CA and respective creators. Graphical Design by Crossfire. 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