i thought, maybe...that we could have a thread dedicated to poetry, since i know some of you write wonderfull poems and things. so if anyone has a poem of any form they'd like to share, it could live here. ^ ^ i like poems. i'll join in if/after some others do.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
He had a daughter named Nan,
Who ran away with a man,
As for the bucket, Nan took it.
LOL Love it
er...hm. well...that's not exactly what i had in mind...but okay..... . .. . . . . . . .*FAILS*
how quickly the thread
killed by limerick nonsense
drifts away in fail
Haikus equal dumb
not as good as limerick
Man from Nantuckit
if haikus are dumb
why are you posting one here
to reply to me?
6.o
Its like a virus
And the Virus is spreading
must cull the whole lot
There once was a lizard Akonite,
Who posts on a forum late at night,
He isn't too smart,
He smells lik a fart,
His favourite movie is Twilight.
: Renwaldo January 24, 2011, 10:15:28 -07:00
There once was a lizard Akonite,
Who posts on a forum late at night,
He isn't too smart,
He smells lik a fart,
His favourite movie is Twilight.
Ouch, That last bit hurt.
*runs away sobbing*
so harsh the reply,
making poor lizard boy sob!
shame, Renwaldo, shame!
I wrote this silly little ode to coffee this morning while hungover and listening to flamenco music.
I call it "little beans"
Little bean
you can be seen
everywhere
my heart has been
bittersweet,
and smooth and strong
like any good
flamenco song
you court my morning
ev'ry day
my morning fog
you clear away
for ev'ry day
when I awake
you little beans,
your form I'll break
I'll grind you up
to make a pot
and then enjoy,
so steamy hot
a luscious cup
of some fine roast
(and maybe have
a piece of toast.)
and there's my little
thank-you verse
I suppose it couldn't get
much worse
for little bean,
you gonna die
cuz I need coffee
to survive.
D ogs
O n the run
G oing so fast
S topping for no one but there masters.
Word poem. Fuck yeah.
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~~shadowwolf
I wrote limericks.
Brittany the prettiest wolf
Ate cake, and then was full.
She constantly prattled
About homeless man battles
Until the topic was dull.
Purple the innocent kitty
From anything raunchy will flee.
We talked about dongs
She cried, "that's wrong!"
And now Purple cannot unsee.
Sevi the cat coughs a lot.
We think it's the plague that he's got.
We hope he won't die
Cause then he would cry.
There was a last line - I forgot.
The sky is blue; For me; For you...
We bleed red, to relief the dead...
The land is green, so fresh, so clean...
Why cant you see, we truly are so free...
Believe in me as I believed in you
Now lie to me as I lied to you...
Okay since you guys have killed the name of poems I guess I will actually have to post one or three for people to see.
EEEP.
Shadows
Shadows of themselves
Things of the past that haunt and leave their mark behind.
Always remembering never learning
They expand to envelope the light into darkness
That which once was bright hopeful and exciting
Expanding to hold deep with in its grasp of darkness and memories
Leaving only the shadows of once what was to view
Waiting only for the right person to help vanquish the darkness and shadows
Bringing once more to the caressing glory of the light
That which once was only a shadow of the person is now a ray of light
Brought forth with patience and understanding
Forever chasing the shadows away
Looking Back
Seeing what's been done, not what to come
Glancing to watch behind, people, animals, vehicles
Always suspecting never trusting
Nervous and jumpy withdrawing into yourself
Trusting no one, waiting for them to show you what you know
Watching with eyes open wide almost wild in appearance
Startling and drawing back from a tender caress
Rather than pressing towards it begging for more.
The gentle hand that only wishes to give pleasure.
Willing to move forward but fearing the consequences of the action
Giving yourself to the right firm but tender guiding hand
You seek never to be looking back again
Keeping...
From the light a hand reaches out grasping the leash
To a cute little female, but why would a girl so young
Choose to walk a path not many see as true
With a dedication far surpassing others who have walked it before
She does so to be true to herself, to answer the call from within
The need and desire to serve and please is so great
She seeks the faucet, a place, a connection where she is safe to answer
The feelings and desires begging and pleading to get out
Smiling softly to the One who accepts her
Not only in body, but mind and soul as well.
It is He who completes the balance she seeks
He is the one that protects, nurtures, and tends the little one who has bestowed all
Into His Keeping
I like the second poem "Looking back", I can relate to it more.. just reading it kinda brings up my past and what I had gone through seems relevant.
Blood and Scars..
It is dark; It is cold
Lifes betrayal and sodomy
drilling in the deepest part of me
leaving one reminder before I achieve
Blood and scars before i'm free.
One thing helps guide the way
A little love embraces to stay
With only One and never more
Blood and Scars, bring on the pain.
Cut Down My Soul
I keep on wishin on a little star that's far away but,
I'm thinkin there's not a away that I can stay 'cause,
the time's a passin and I don't know what to do;
and I'm not sure if it's something wrong with me,
or just you.
Decisions made, decisions past.
Unchangeable; they're passin to fast.
I'm lost in life, at a loss for words
I wish you knew how much it hurts but,
I know your words don't mean for you as they do for me.
You're only being you, I know you can't see,
the hurt that you cause, the pain that you throw,
gets though
and you
Cut down my soul!
I keep wishin on a little star that's far away but,
I'm thinkin that there's not a way that i can stay 'cause,
the time's a passin and i don't know what to do;
and I'm not sure if it's somethin wrong with me,
or just you!
Just you!
I'm sick of being lost at sea with nothing but my though.
My life is like an ocean, that all my tears have brought.
I'd love to live life you way, but it's not in the cards for me.
so here i am, trying to believe
there a life out there,
someone who'll care
if only I dare
'Cause this time I won't let you
Cut down my soul!
No, you can't cut down my soul!
I keep wishin on a little star that's far away but,
I'm thinkin that there's not a way that i can stay 'cause,
the time's a passin and i don't know what to do.
I tried doin it your way, now I'm worse instead of better
I'm tired, lost, and fed up with your banter!
I wish I could find a way to navigate this sea,
By my map, but i know you won't agree.
So I'll keep on tryin, livin, dyin;
And now I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me,
It's just you.
It's your move now, nice try.
I won't let you ever,
Cut down my soul.
~Rushlight
My poem is called Why Do You Fight. It is inspired by the Mass Effect 3 soundtrack "Leaving Earth" and I wrote it to sync with the music. If you listen to it while reading it might make sense if you memorize the music it goes with the poem but anyway, yeah. Here it is.
Why... Do... You... Fight?
I fight... to restore hope.
I fight... so they can cope.
FIGHT... others may not.
You could just BE... the only thing they've got.
I stand firm here... my words sincere.
I've worked my WAY... through blood and tears.
You ask again... "Why Do You Fight"?
To correct the wrongs... and make them right.
I fight... for the greater good.
I fight... 'cause who else would?
IIII FIIIIIGHT like a soldier should!
I fight... believing I could.
I fight... for more than peace.
I fight... so their minds can ease.
I fight... so they'll be free.
When I fight... it's not for me.
Why Do You Fight?
My poems can be found on wattpad @UnknownDisciple
Three beautiful poems from my twisted mind
Predator and Prey
There's a full moon out tonight
And it begins to turn red
A change under crimson light
And a hunger to be fed
A howl in the mid of night
It chases down its prey
What it is, being chased tonight
Will be gone by day
Now the predator feeds
Upon it's fresh prize
And the prey
Comes to a demise
The predator under
A midnight moonlight curse
By the day
Back to man he'll revert
And in the evening
He'll hunger again
And he'll track down and kill
A brand new prey
Pale Flesh (Under Pale White Moonlight)
Your flesh a pale white under the full moon
I wish for just a piece to get a taste
I'd ask for none more, at least not that soon
Just do this one thing for me with some haste
It doesn't matter if you tear some flesh
It will grow back, new flesh will take it's place
I'm sorry if this bothers, If I'm a pest
But do not run, I might think it as a race
Tear off a little and I'll leave you alone
Just a nibble should do just quite so fine
It doesn't have to be deep down to the bone
Just a little morsel would be taste divine
I do wish to put it against my lips
You just have give to me one little strip
Perfect Insanity
The screams of agony
From the human mind
Can be heard now
It sounds so right
Like music to my ears
I love their pain
To tear up their flesh
And hear them scream again
The beautiful noise
Creates my new reality
And all of that causes
The source of perfect insanity
I am the mystery of dark
I am the calm of earth
I am the ray that guides like light
I am the rage and passion of fire
I am the slow and steady stream of water
I am the temperamental and swift acting thunder
I am the random pattern of wind
I am the coldness of ice
I am all this and more
But still, only human