The old one got locked, so Gow and I thought we should start a new one.
Tips:
~Make sure you credit the author. If it's you, say so.
~Use proper spelling, unless needed for effect.
~NO SPAM. Try to keep it serious, please.
I'll start off this new poetry thread with:
LIMERICKS
By J2800
There was a man surfing the net,
Whose keyboard became very wet.
He started to whine,
About spilling his wine,
This mistake he would never forget.
The Internet is a great tool
For researching items for school.
Make sure you don’t cheat,
Your education won’t be complete.
And in class, you will look like a fool.
When a candidate goes to debate,
They must prepare to be great.
If they do poorly,
It will definitely, surely
Doom their political fate.
We don't need no education!
We don't need no thought control,
No dark sarcasm in the classroom!
Teachers leave them kids alone,
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Last edited by J2800; 07-01-2009 at 07:49 PM.
Reason: Removed sticky request
Closing my eyes,
Cold wind flowing over corpses,
The shattered lain,
Of the forces of man,
Are we nothing,
But the perverse worshippers of death,
A desire that ruins the natural change,
Must we kill over and over again?
Must we never cease in our hurry to end,
What just began?
No,
We can be so much more,
If only we take a stand,
Against the destructive hand,
We must stand,
Against the wailing song,
We must stand,
Against the intolerance,
We must stand,
For if we do not stand,
What is left?
Destruction, order, disorder, and more destruction,
That will leave nothing,
A stain where we once remained.
Opening my eyes.
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My note from dA: The exact poem was lost as I said it to the wind in the rain. The remnants of what was there is all that is here.
Death is what we all await
No matter young or old.
And yet we dwell on how to live
as long as we can hold.
When it truth what we need to do
is think about the youth.
For it is they who hold the key
to living stronger lives.
But it is you who must find out
What the words above truly mean.
Im fed up, i dont
want to be in this "happy ever after" story
chuck the book at the floor
leave it with a puzzling end
but do you listen
.
being the person you looked at
but didnt bother talking to
sometimes the sun shines and we feel alive
the wind blows and we feel the force
but not me, but do you listen
.
I fall at the smallest hurdles
Dont Tell me. Im falling
apart at the seams. Never
knowing knowing what to dream
.
i then realise, its to late
i then feel lies, its my fate
the congregated enemies
watch me swamp my memories
.
but they never saw
the person inside the lies
the truth and eyes
come between our lives
.
People watch me weep
swallow the pain
seering pain through the heart
but you could never see
.
The willows creek as my
limbs fall apart into
your dreams and
fly away, never to be seen
.
As i grow old the
dreams grow longer, wiser
I seem but fade away
I bled for you
.
The fire burns brightly
in my eyes, you recognise
your true lies in heart
and depth you see
.
People scower at your
expense. you fly away
into the clouds, and
through our dreams
.
You call for me and
i just fade away
watching you fall
not knowing at all
.
Im just a show
sold out only to shadows
hidden in the depths
of your true secrets
.
Everything you say to me
is just another migrane
everytime you look at me
is just another day
.
Am i not trusted?
falling down into
your arms in heart
the bones shatter
.
The window pand falls
the heart drops cold
the silence is broken
with you being told
.
Lights shine through
your clever disguise
and into the darkness
the light shines through
.
All senses fail
and your heart beats faster
nothing but the moonlight shines
not ever your love
.
The world crashes around
me and you fall down
the sky turns blue, I
thought i knew you
Charge, that's a great poem, even if it is a bit long
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jorvette
Just thought of it now. Prob sucks but o well.
Death is what we all await
No matter young or old.
And yet we dwell on how to live
as long as we can hold.
When it truth what we need to do
is think about the youth.
For it is they who hold the key
to living stronger lives.
But it is you who must find out
What the words above truly mean.
That's pretty good, I think you should either rhyme it or make the lines longer.
We don't need no education!
We don't need no thought control,
No dark sarcasm in the classroom!
Teachers leave them kids alone,
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
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One more. This was written at 243am on my phone as a "goodnight/goodmorning" text.
Love. To Her.
I will whisk you into the midnight sky
up to the pillows way up high
to sit and wait and watch the stars
then fly off to jupiter and mars
take you to the north, to see the star
but with me it never seems as far
we drift back and kiss and blow
to keep pace and fall below
into the pillows up high again
I lie you down and say my friend
no longer are you such
but so so much
more
I love you
We don't need no education!
We don't need no thought control,
No dark sarcasm in the classroom!
Teachers leave them kids alone,
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Here's a random one I wrote while listening to Megadeth:
I am the bane of mankind
I am relentless, ever seeking the destruction of good men
I am nothing but a plague on the world
I laugh at those who praise me
I punish those who defy me
I destroy those who serve me
I work ceaselessly
I work ruthlessly
I work efficiently
I serve nothing but the cause of destruction
I clear the earth of its pestilence, of mankind
I have nothing but evil in my mind
My work is aided by the monsters of the world, mocked by those who know nothing
My résumé stretches from here to infinity
My disposition is moody at best
Your days are numbered in this here book
Your futile efforts only serve to give me pleasure
Your worthless lives are mine now
For I am Death
And on the tangent of music:
I wear glasses
The world is fuzzy for me
I am very near-sighted
I need to wear my glasses all the time
It’s difficult to walk around without them, and recognizing faces is impossible
My brain is much the same way
My perception of the world is fuzzy
I’m rarely in a truly lucid state of mind
With only occasional moments of true awareness
Most of the time, I stumble through the world
Just as I stumble without glasses
Some people claim to hear “voices”
I hear no voices but my own
But I hear it often
I’m often lost deep within my own mind
I am, for the most part, self-contained
I do not need or desire much contact with other people
And I abhor most regular social interactions
It’s not that I’m afraid or anxious
It’s just that I don’t see the need
I’m much better company to myself
Me and my thoughts
Some might call it “absent-minded daydreaming”
But it’s anything but absent, and anything but a dream
Rather, my mind is my world
Everyone has limited perception as far as their own senses
But me more than most
I would disregard my senses if it wasn’t for the need to live “a life”
In the way others wish me to
After all, one needs money to maintain an existence
And it would be better to gain the education to make the money in the first place
So I go on
Music, however, is something radically mind altering
Music “unlocks” my mind
It allows me to take control over my mind
Ordinarily my mind wanders however it wishes
Hence the “stumbling” through life
But music is different
My music may frighten some
And disgust others
And is what mothers all over the world once rallied against
“It kills ears and brain cells!” they cried
Maybe it does
Maybe it doesn’t
Who knows?
Who cares?
Music is something designed to speak
To send a message
To change one’s perception
And is more effective-and more legal-than other substances
When I listen to my music, I can go where I want
Do what I want
Be what I want
I am me
I can fall deeper into the music
I can use that music to push everything else away
And learn like a good little boy
Or I can fall further into myself
And learn things I never knew
Music lets me live
Music is my life
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o/ lolBeatrice \o
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Originally Posted by #sos-dan
21:42 <Azu-nyan>: And no, no happying. <.<
21:42 <Azu-nyan>: fapping*
21:42 <vonPreussen>: Freudian typos xD
Man charge, you write some deep stuff. I really like all of it though. I wish I could write poetry, but sadly, anything I write that's longer than 4 lines quickly loses it's ability to sway people, which I think is the most important part of poetry.
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Haha Thanks Sky. I think if you were to take something really personal, and go around the subject while still referring to it, that will compel people to read it.
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Everything that i know reminds me of you
From the faces you pulled, to the pictures you drew
Everyone i know is thinking of you
What did she say, what did she do
Everyone i know is worried about me
the things i do, the things they see
I just cant help the fact
you no longer love me
Im drifting down this river
With a lock of you hair
I see your reflection in the water
But your no longer there
The fish look up at me
With a smiling face, as I disappear
With a tear in my eye
As I know your no longer here
The wind knocks the trees against the sky
And i sway with every lasting heartbeat
hold me close, never let me go
Is all I can say
To you, heartless ghost.
Down in the bunker
Surrounded, abandoned
Almost out of supplies
Low on men
We heard their victory cries.
All our soldiers had died
Except for us ten.
Our leaders had lied,
Signed the war order with a cursed pen.
We collected our pride
And gathered our rage.
No longer would we hide
Trapped in this cage.
I grabbed my gun
And the door was broken down.
We started to run
Towards the old town.
I led the charge
Jack threw the grenade.
His target was large:
Their entire brigade.
The explosion was great
Their bodies were charred
Some met their fate.
While they were still stunned,
We starred to fire,
Even though we were outgunned.
The battle raged on
But the tide was turning
We had almost won
Their command post was burning.
They had an advantage
And we were vulnerable.
The snipers fired
Down onto us.
Six men were retired.
I started to cuss.
Two of us remain.
A shot hits my thigh
I fall over in pain.
I don’t want to die,
Still so much to gain.
My leg is still bleeding
I call for some aid.
The last man is fleeing
Then I started to pray.
It’s almost over
I don’t want to go back.
I see a green clover
Which now fades to black.
We don't need no education!
We don't need no thought control,
No dark sarcasm in the classroom!
Teachers leave them kids alone,
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
I have not written this poem, however, I consider it the postulate that every man should hold to. Furthermore, it is a beautiful piece of philosophy.
If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Bit of junk here, written back in late January while I was plagued by a feeling that I was forgetting something. After that period, it occasionally comes and goes.
Quote:
Overcome by a feeling of emptiness
The essence of what should be there
But has yet to make itself known
Shadowed by an empty void
A dark cloud of nothing
Hanging over my head
Pestering, nagging
But only a shadow
Of what should really be there
Cloaked and disguised
It is not with me
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