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The Poetry Thread.

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Drat

Don't Bother None
Occam's Razor

Sitting on your bed, leg's crossed
Smooth skin
Seductive smile
Shooting its soul out
This poem waits
Occam's Razor in hand

It waits for the educated mind
The Harvard Graduate
The precocious toddler
The angst-ridden grade-schooler
The English Teacher
You

It waits with a devilish smile on its face
because it knows you'll look into it
And find the meaning
The purpose, its pathos and logos.
Who was it meant for?
Why is it here?
Where is it going?

It challenges your mind
And enrages it.

It sits on your mind
With sightless eyes
As you get closer
You see the rippled skin
The patchwork smile
The Divine Wind
It leaps at you
Its weapon in steely grip

And even Occam's razor
In the most masterful hands
Of the greatest poets of time's end
Could never came so close to cutting a vein
As this poem does.

With a meaning so brilliant.

It doesn't even exist.

I've been doing a lot of poem analyzing recently in class and it seriously has made me hate poetry.

So I wrote a poem about.
 
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Priceless

**** this, i'm out
^ Story of my life man...analyzing poetry is, quite literally, hell.

I would post more but a) I doubt you'd want me to write anymore and b) I have writer's block so I can't right now.
 
Kutie Pie

Kutie Pie

"It is my destiny."
I found more poetry from earlier this year. I can't remember what they're all called, or what the reasons for them were, but they're at least poetry. I'll just post one for now. It's Pokémon-related :D.

I’m finally here at last!
Now to prove I am the very best!
During this past year, I have trained my hardest for
Inside lie the strongest of Trainers.
Greatest challenge yet, I’m ready!
Onward to victory!
Prepare to be amazed, Lorelei!
Let’s see what you got, Bruno!
Agatha, you’re no match for me!
Trembling beneath that cape, Lance?
Egad, I must fight the champion, my rival?
Again, you’re always one step ahead of me.
Under no circumstances shall I lose to you!
 
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Scubasteve23

Dath Scuba
This is a blues song I wrote. Do you guys think it's good enough to play at my show next saturday?

Some say that I'm weak, others say I'm not bright
But you know what? I say it's alright
Cuz I've got my guitar and this bottle of booze
So I'll just kick back, and play me some blues

Some rip on my appearance, they say that I'm ugly
But once again, that ain't gonna bug me
Cuz I've got my guitar and this bottle of booze
So I'll just kick back, and play me some blues
 
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codeyokoo

The not so special
6/10 it's cool.

Youre gone.
Youre gone.

Your bodys cold,
Hope is lost,
I cant let go.
Can I die with you so we can never grow old?
Cut the ties,
With this note you left behind,
As I read the word I hear you telling me why.

Too late, too late,
I never said goodbye
Too late, too late,
Cant even ask you why.
Now Im wasting,
Away in my own misery.
I hope youre finally gone,
To a place where you belong.

My sadness shows,
As your name is carved in stone,
Cant erase the words so the reality grows.
I wish I died,
On that right by your side,
So just kill me now and let the good times roll.

Too late, too late,
I never said goodbye
Too late, too late,
Cant even ask you why.
Now Im wasting,
Away in my own misery.
I hope youre finally gone,
To a place where you belong.

Will you wait for me?
Will I see you on the other side?
You wont have to wait too long.
(Yeah, yeah)
Will you come for me?
Will you take me to the other side?
Cause here I dont belong.


Too late, too late,
I never said goodbye
Too late, too late,
Cant even ask you why.
Now Im wasting,
Away in my own misery.
I hope youre finally gone,
To a place where you belong.

I never said goodbye
Cant even ask you why.
Now Im wasting,
Away in my own misery.
I hope youre finally gone,
To a place where you belong.
 
R

Raleigh

ARGH!
I bleeped out the swearing. :3
I did not know my feelings then
My emotions controlled me
I wish we could trek through it again
I ponder about what we could be

Maybe if you accepted my apology
You wouldn't be gone
I would've payed my fee
It would be a new dawn

I wish you'd come back
But that's impossible now
Your dead for what I lack
But I didn't know how...

It's a **** cold night
And I can't say I'm sad to see you
Our friendship is kind of tight
I can only hope you like me too
I don't know whether to make a move or not
I worry about how'd you react
I really like you a lot
I can see us together
Maybe I'm just bluffing
But I think we could make our relationship last forever

So much for my happy ending
Your heart was always pending
Watching, waiting
What was I supposed to do?
I loved you so much
But we barely even touch...
I don't get it
You put me through all that ****
My heart was never lit
And you never cared
Are you impaired?
So much for my happy ending...
 
M

Marrowacker

YESZ!!!
Ah I'll just post something that's been occurring to me.

I think I saw you in my dreams darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams
You were stitching up the seams
Of every broken broken promise
That our bodies couldn't keep
I think I saw you in my sleep
I think I saw you in my sleep
 
N

Nephos

Lelouch Lamperouge
I really like the work of Edgar Allen Poe even though most of the time I prefer go to websites and reading stuff people submit
 
G

Geekachu

_____________
Changing the topic
And slightly digressing
From the poetry thread
'Cause it's so depressing
 
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Phoopes

There it is.
Dear Insanity said:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a knife
Get in the van
Click to expand...

Well... okay. I'm a bit scared of you now...

Anyway, here's a short haiku of mine.

Dear Insanity,
Hope you don't kill anyone.
Sincerelly, phoopes.

(In case you're wondering, my name is pronounced FOOP-ez. Thus, I meet the 5 syllables required.)
 
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Dear Insanity

above average
phoopes said:
Well... okay. I'm a bit scared of you now...

Anyway, here's a short haiku of mine.

Dear Insanity,
Hope you don't kill anyone.
Sincerelly, phoopes.

(In case you're wondering, my name is pronounced FOOP-ez. Thus, I meet the 5 syllables required.)
Click to expand...

I can't make any promises.
 
Meowth City

Meowth City

♥
Staff member
Moderator
^ Wow, I read your poem. It's incredibly dark, but it's well-written. I don't really know poetry all that well, but I can tell that your feelings were in there and that they were very real and powerfully emotional at the time. I'm glad you're feeling better now than you were when you wrote that poem.
 
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Phoopes

There it is.
Here's a poem about competitive battling that I wrote while my little brother was watching Barney.

Hax loves you.
Hax loves me.
We're a haxy family,
With a great big flinch
And a crit from me to you.
Won't you say you'll hax me too?
 
Kutie Pie

Kutie Pie

"It is my destiny."
The following entries are considered poems. What they are called, I don't remember. Just letting you all know.

They are all untitled.

Hate
anger, cruel
destroying, controlling, repressing
repulsive, devilish, light, angelic
happy, innocent
Love

*~*~*

Angels
Innocent, pure
Singing, watching us all
Magnificent beings by God’s side
Heaven

*~*~*

I have always noted there was something missing
A part of me I lost, so I’ll just keep on wishing
Wishing for it to come back to memory
This field of innocence I loved dearly.

*~*~*

I play Pokémon as Pikachu, per se
But it’s Monday, so Mom makes me march inside.

So I silently sit staring at the screen,
Day-dreaming I’m dancing down Diglett’s Tunnel.

*~*~*

I’m going to do it, I’m going to take the risk.
I’m going to do the forbidden task of breaking the fourth wall.
Oh wait, I just did; subtle wasn’t it?
Well, you may have noticed a small pattern here, no?
Talks of childhood, of Pokémon, and maybe something else.
You see this is what’s been going through my head this very moment.
I’d talk about something else, but this music’s too catchy, so I won’t.
Catchy music brings out good memories, does it not?
We’ve been exposed to such catchy music as kids, haven’t we?
Always getting stuck in our heads, we can’t help but bounce along.
Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t, we all do!
Oh shoot, it’s the thought police, I gotta run!
Back through the fourth wall I go, zip-a-dee-do-dah!
Now, what was I going to do again?
Oh yeah! My, oh my what a wonderful day!
…Hehe, ain’t I a stinker?
​
 
pirate555

pirate555

Word.
phoopes said:
Here's a poem about competitive battling that I wrote while my little brother was watching Barney.
Click to expand...

Argh, you put this tune into my head on loop, darn you. Otherwise, I like =)



Kutie Pie said:
The following entries are considered poems. What they are called, I don't remember. Just letting you all know.
Click to expand...

The first one is nice, the transformation is simple yet it works. A lot of your poems are quite vague and unspecific, but I consider that an advantage, since every reader can take whatever meaning out of the poems they wish.


So, like, I wrote a poem about a dead bird I saw. On the road.

The driving rain,
Casts yet more shadows across the darkening street.
Pairs of lights stream past the curb
Of the way that winds out from the city’s depths.

Night falls upon the urban road.

And there, nestled beside the dust and the fumes,
And the turning wheels of a million vehicles,
Lies a silent blackbird.
Her wings fall gracefully across the tarmac surface,
Her beak points to a distant star-cast horizon,
Or an open freeway; it can’t be made sure.
Her clouded eye is blank, yet fixed
Upon the cobalt heavens.

Her motionless form lies
Unnoticed and frozen in the scene.
Only the moon gazes upon her face,
Her neat shining feathers
All in their place,
As if she were ready to fly and meet it.

Then from the downpour strikes
A gentle winter’s wind,
Gusting across the road.

The blackbird’s feathers
Ruffle and move in time,
And her wings gently sway ,
In the breeze.
She breathes again.
 
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