Author Topic: Poetry (Read 38619 times)

Scipi · « **Reply #75 on:** June 07, 2012, 03:42:35 am »

Sometimes I have too much time on my hands to sit and think

Patience and persistence
Words I hear so much
Warm and alluring to hear
But cold to the touch

To speak of days
When all is revealed
Why it is important
And it is concealed

Our collective vision
Blinded by a veil
Only to lift
When we prevail

Don't look with your eyes
Only your mind
Then you will see
That we are blind

And sometimes I don't get any sleep

Is it a crime
To rhyme like a mime
As much the day is long?

It comes quick
Like the lick of a stick
As it rolls off my tongue

Freyaday · « **Reply #76 on:** June 12, 2012, 05:58:54 pm »

I've got a white pen
It writes white ink
It makes things lighter
Or so I think

I used it on some yellow
That was rather dark
It made it brighter
The contrast was quite stark

But then I looked up from my paper
At the school bus, just arrived,
It seems rather off,
A difference quite contrived

As if someone was pointing out to me
That something was quite wrong
But I went on heedless;
The bus was like that all along.

It was then a drop of red
Fell upon my page
My nose was bleeding on my paper!
I flew into a mental rage

How dare it mess up my paper?
My paper with white ink?
I'll teach that blood a lesson.
Next time, it'll think.

I took my white pen
And I blotted out that red
After that, I looked up,
And saw that everyone looked quite dead.

I shrugged it off;
Humans have always been pallid
I return to my paper,
And see something quite rancid.

There's blue lines all across the page!
Marring the beautiful white!
I know what must be done
To fix this horrible blight.

I whip out my white pen
And run it across the paper
Boustrophedonically,
Like a farming crusader.

I finish up my noble quest,
And look up at the sky
Such a majestic white swath
So pleasing to the eye.

I look and see a tree
Its leaves are green and its bark, too
What kind of tree is that?
So I whiten it up, too.

'Twas then I saw my shoes
They were orange; that couldn't do.
So I took out my white pen.
You know the rest, don't you?

I looked out upon the world,
And saw some purple black
So I went to fix it
My white pen went "snicker-snack"

I looked around once again
And all was white, as it should.
I fell to the ground that day
Get up again? I never could.

They say that after I died,
The world stopped being blank.
I hope they know it's not my fault;
They have my pen to thank.

TheNlightenedOne · « **Reply #77 on:** June 12, 2012, 09:45:43 pm »

These are some great poems. Nice work, everyone.

parserp · « **Reply #78 on:** June 12, 2012, 09:48:21 pm »

Quote from: Freyaday on June 12, 2012, 05:58:54 pm

Boustrophedonically

+1 for using a word I didn't know.

Xeda112358 · « **Reply #79 on:** November 05, 2012, 08:02:59 am »

For Netham

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hate to say it,
But so are you.

♥

Yeong · « **Reply #80 on:** November 05, 2012, 09:57:19 pm »

Anyone up for sestina challenge?

http://poetry.about.com/od/poeticforms/g/sestina.htm

_Nicco_ · « **Reply #81 on:** November 05, 2012, 10:58:37 pm »

Wow these poems are great!

Scipi · « **Reply #82 on:** November 17, 2012, 12:53:15 am »

I just wrote this. It's not really a poem, but this is the best fitting thread.

Split

I can help you

You can't help me

Why not? I can give you peace. Endless bliss

I can't... I would disappoint too many people

Don't think of them. When you're with me, they don't exist

They do

I can give you all you want. Everything you've dreamed of

It's too easy... I can't

It'd just be you, me, and an endless world in a padded cell

No, I must take resposibility

Just give up. Give yourself to me and never worry

I. Must. Take. Responsibility

Well then. When you fail, you know where to find me

I won't fail

Hehe, we'll talk again

[/end]

I feel like this quite a lot. It just, seems so easy. Just to let go of reality, live where ever and however you want. After all, all reality is is what we perceive, is it not? Luckily I only get like this when I'm very tired, like I am now.

Scipi · « **Reply #83 on:** February 13, 2013, 02:24:37 am »

I wrote this Valentine poem.. It's the first I've ever written, actually.

Roses are lies
Let's cast aside
This illusion
Of my intrusion

Your cold dark mind
Has cast me blind
With insanity
As company

Madness we share
And should we dare
We embrace
Its bitter taste

To share madness together
What could be better
Will you be mine
My cold dark Valentine?

TIfanx1999 · « **Reply #84 on:** February 13, 2013, 02:44:09 am »

I like it, the fact that it isn't typical makes it great.

Xeda112358 · « **Reply #85 on:** February 13, 2013, 07:40:44 am »

Homer-16, that is pretty awesome o.o

pimathbrainiac · « **Reply #86 on:** February 13, 2013, 08:56:02 am »

I wrote this one today for Valentine's

Sadly, she has a boyfriend (who she's known for less than a year

)

I constantly think
And think and think
About you, my love
And see the link

I met you years back
And I wish I could remember
What it was like
When I met you that December

Since then you’ve had several
But you have always been mine
But I ask this again:
Will you be my valentine?

Scipi · « **Reply #87 on:** February 13, 2013, 11:34:49 am »

Quote from: Art_of_camelot on February 13, 2013, 02:44:09 am

I like it, the fact that it isn't typical makes it great.

Quote from: Xeda112358 on February 13, 2013, 07:40:44 am

Homer-16, that is pretty awesome o.o

Thanks

I wrote it for the admin of a Facebook page themed around insanity.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-Dahmer/100641303452546

Xeda112358 · « **Reply #88 on:** February 13, 2013, 12:48:25 pm »

Hehe, "welcome to the asylum" sounds like an Emilie Autumn thing

Freyaday · « **Reply #89 on:** February 14, 2013, 04:41:43 pm »

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Our house burned down,
It burned right up,
No one died,
But that's just luck.

All our stuff's ashes,
An unrecoverable, sodden mess
And none of our insurance will cover us
Because their lawyers are the best.

So we sit around with cocoa
That the firefighters brought,
And we salute each other with our refrain,
Newly hewn and wrought:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

It's cold as balls outside,
But it never deigned to snow.
Just another "screw you"
From the Christmas Present Ghost.

The ambulance's battery died
And the backup hit a tree
But I guess that's what you get
With spiked eggnog at a coterie.

So now we all sit around,
Huddled up in a collective mess,
It's the worst day of our lives,
So we salute each other how we know best:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

The wind is picking up now
And the sun is going down,
The Christmas Spirit has it in for us,
An' it won't stop with our frowns.

So finally the paramedics
Show up in a beat-up truck
That may once have passed for an ambulance,
But now it's just a "Fuck!"

And so we shiver around,
While they make room for us in the beds
We know this is supposed to be cheerful.
But we just repeat our refrain instead:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Sirens blare and flashers glare,
And the driver runs a red
And I guess he didn't see us
Because now he's dead.

Just walking in the crosswalk
He had right-of-way
But we are in an "ambulance"
Of that, make what you may.

And so we all lie in our beds,
Thoroughly jostled about,
And once again we raise our cheer
For this new-dead lout:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

And so another ambulance
Comes to pick this one up
And we're wondering what misfortune
Will ruin all their luck.

Perhaps they get sideswiped
Perhaps they magically drown
But what we didn't expect
Was that they made it on down.

As we're moved about once more
We turn to our refrain
Now it's something we gather behind
From its strength we gain.

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

We make it to the hospital
Perhaps our luck's run out?
But no, we spoke too soon;
A wall of flames greets us, a veritable, roaring gout.

So the ambulance turns back around,
And heads for the next nearest ER
But not only is it miles away,
The gas tank won't take us that far

So as the drivers hunt for diesel,
We just look at each other and sigh;
It's about time for another chorus
One last time 'fore we die;

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Somehow we make it there,
And we're unloaded from the truck.
Maybe, we'll be OK!
Oh, why'd I say that? FUCK!

Now we're stuck in line
Behind a tourbus, overturned.
Lots of car trouble today.
At least none of them got burned.

We don't even look at each other--
We know what to do.
We open our mouths to sing:
One! Two!

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

So now we're being treated;
Skin grafts for all!
There's not a time set for release,
But that's ok, we've had our Fall.

It's a long climb up ahead,
A struggle, back up top,
But it's gonna be worth it,
Laughing at all those fops.

It's nowhere near that time any more,
But we keep the words the same.
One last time for everyone;
Here goes our refrain!

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell!

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