Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  23-November 20:28:45 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
 Reference
· Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin)

Contributed by TBates on Wednesday, 7th December 2011 @ 10:21:26 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



if i turn it to cold
will i forget your name
if i tie up the curtains
will it still hurt the same

the nightmares remind the faces
your smile rewinds the days

bruised fingers throw the dice
sevens down the line
bruised feelings served on ice
hold it hold it hold it tight

too fit to flick
the clockwork sends peeping toms
hole in my heart
hole in my head
tell me true girl im not really dead

haunt me a little longer
how do you sleep at night
sedation sedation
ennui masturbation

ill be late to the party
save me a chair in the back
ill wear the mask
you sewed it over my eyes

ink wells spill black oil
wretched tears
the watercolor melancholy smears the draft

why?

white noise crying
exhaust from a corpse
brain dead abuser
sedation sedation
asphyxiation

run the gamut boy
run run run




Copyright © TBates ... [ 2011-12-07 22:21:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin) (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Wednesday, 7th December 2011 @ 10:56:11 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Abstract poetry defined is simply this:
Poetry that aims to use its sounds, textures, rhythms, and rhymes to convey an emotion, instead of relying on the meanings of words.
In this poem, you have certainly met your
objective! Enjoyed this!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns


Re: Tuesdays at the Museum (Memorial for a Mannequin) (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Friday, 16th December 2011 @ 09:09:00 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
the lyrics as far as they go are modern ... I don't know much about music but I think there should be some repetition ( chorus ... bridge?) the word masturbation kills it for me but that's just me ...




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com