Sounds a bit fun? No? Yes? Maybe you think poetry is all about rhyme and depression. That is a major generalization, and practically false, but poetry is fun It doesn't have to have rhyme scheme, only 14 lines, all those things you've learned to be the exact, tip-to-point regulations. No, poetry isn't like that. It's all forms, even without a form if you want. So how about we try to make a Poetry thread for the fun of it? No regulations. Only exception (I know, it's a regulation, but still) is to not make any offensive gestures towards other people's work, or to submit work that is blatantly offensive. It doesn't have to rhyme. It doesn't have to be amazing. It doesn't have to be written by you. But as long as you enjoy it, you'll be happy (We like happy people here ;D) So, to start it all off, I've made a poem. I'm sure you've all heard of the Mythbusters, hmm? Jamie Hyneman's got a gun! He's testing physics, you'd better run! Coming towards you, he hit the ground running! He may be a walrus, but dang! He's cunning! You dive left! Slide right! He's right behind ya, middle a' night! He curls his twisty stache, smirking... What equations are in his mind, lurking... He'll grab you up, to his lab! He'll take a knife, and with a jab, He'll stab that ballistics gelatin base! He'll then laugh, at your face. And you'll disappear. Without a trace. Just have fun, guys
GO JAMIE!!!!!!! (I love mythbusters xD) Here's Mine: Is religous Jesus My savior my lover my healer Jesus My redeemer My salvation My light Jesus
Awesome And by the way, I thank you to use a spoiler and a reminder on how it's religious. Don't want any flame wars started, lol. I liked it It was good :3
This is a poem, it is pretty fun. It's a hobby that's good for everyone It's almost as fun as making a pun! Have a good time and you've already won! If you do it right, you'll never want to be done! Now give me the money, I have a gun.
'Just get over it, ' they say I wish I could find a way Living with it day by day Memories won't go away Medication helps to sway Many feelings of dismay But they do fail to decay The loss that one does survey I read this somewhere... a few weeks ago...
Well, I didn't write it, but I DID read it aloud once upon a time. Here's "The Bagpipe Who Didn't Say No" by Shel Silverstein: https://soundcloud.com/angella-legrand-mclean/the-bagpipe-who-didnt-say-no
Here is a song (those are poems right?) that has ment a lot to me throughout the years and I thought I would share it. I'll light the fuse and I'll set the dam to blow, flooding the entire town below and all that I've known. What wasn't nailed down will be washed away. My hands are shaking but I will not hesitate. I found the strength to face. Because the place I fear the most, is the place I have to go to see the truth. "It's okay to feel lost, it just means you're alive", I've told myself a thousand times. From the ashes we will rise. It's okay to feel lost, walk through the flames and see, you're only left with what you need. We're only here for the journey. Am I bold enough to be underlined? Like sand sifting through time, it all falls in line. Life is a minefield and on one side I'm stuck. I broke the key on the door I tried to unlock. I'm never giving up. Because the things that haunt you are the things you didn't do. Not what you did. We find the truth through tragedy! I'm finding new ways to make the same mistakes. Putting my dreams onto paper and then folding them into planes. Then I let them go because when in Rome. I set fire to what I love the most! I just want to feel alive! I just want to feel alive! "It's okay to feel lost, it just means you're alive", I've told myself a thousand times. From the ashes we will rise. It's okay to feel lost, walk through the flames and see, you're only left with what you need. We're only here for the journey. We'll find the truth through tragedy!
Wow, those were both incredibly excellent I like stories behind poetry, and especially meaningful ones. Thank you so much for sharing those, guys : )
Oh, and here's another song I enjoy a lot. Besides its... fairly gloom meaning, I love it. It hurts but it touches you if you read the lyrics, and interpret them. (And yes, songs apply ) Hope you enjoy it, guys. P.s., I had trouble with the URL saving, so here's the video link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6K0kJgAst5I
Hello, this is a poem, That I made with glee, You better like it, Or I'll kick you in the knee. I actually made that just now.
Here's a short, original, Minecraft-related poem I wrote. WALL OF TEXT. On a dark, lonely night when no passive mobs stirred, lived a player named Notch with a dream most absurd: "I'm so tired of this game; It's no challenge at all, And the only way to die Is to starve or to fall." So he drew up some drawings And brewed up some potions And cast off the limits Of pre-conceived notions. He pondered and he thought And he struggled and he fought. But it all was for naught... Until a chicken pushed him into the brewing pot. When he woke, he exclaimed, "I see now, it's so clear! I just need to get some Hostile mobs up in here!" He found pigs and some pigments (Green, white, grey, and black), And some gunpowder dust From his programmer's sack. He mixed them together And gave them a great squeeze. And he painted the surface Like the leaves on the trees But he soon was aware Of a blank, vacant stare. A voice passed through the air... "Ssssssss. That'sssss a nice house you've got there." If you don't get it, read this: The creeper was originally designed from the pig's design - it's just stretched out and colored different. Notch is the creator of Minecraft, and this poem is supposed to be a whimsical portrayal of him designing the creeper.
These are the lyrics to a song, and as cami said, those are poems Hold me now I need to feel relief Like I never wanted anything I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to I'm so ashamed of defeat And I'm out of reason to believe in me I'm out of trying to get by I'm so afraid of the gift you give me I don't belong here and I'm not well I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living Right on the wrong side of it all I can't face myself when I wake up And look inside a mirror I'm so ashamed of that thing I suppose I'll let it go Untill I have something more to say for me I'm so afraid of defeat And I'm out of reason to believe in me I'm out of trying to defy I'm so afraid of the gift you give me I don't belong here and I'm not well I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living Right on the wrong side of it all Hold me now I need to feel complete Like I matter to the one I need I'm so afraid of the gift you give me I don't belong here and I'm not well I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living Right on the wrong side of it all Now I'm ashamed of this I am so ashamed of this Now I'm so ashamed of me I am so ashamed of me...
The Mob Revue Of Mobs there are none like the creeper which turns each miner into a leaper His grave is all dug As he dies with a shrug Who knows if he was a believer. The zombie is simple in aim The head of his victim to claim Their numbers have grown Now that villagers groan Their plan to conquer is plain The skeletons bones creak and clank As denizens of the dark and the dank Their bones make a tone when they strike one on one Sinking arrows in miners to the shank The zombie pigman is a queer sort of mob He wanders about with no job And when they are struck their swords are then stuck In your gut to the point that you sob The enderman is a mystery too For he spawns only two by two He is found in the end But also does spend His vacations on the overworld "zoo" The Ghast is a giant white cube whose blasts makes him always the rube In the nether his wail causes miners to pale Lest they're caught unawares like a newb. The latest discovered is the bat Who no, does not wear a hat He flits up and flits down Even hangs upside down So you'd not confuse him for a rat. Now some withered skeletons have appeared and have miners real cautions and "skeered" Their black menace glowers As over miners it towers But for it's skull it is truly revered A wither itself is a mystery It has a very short history It spawns in the nether Three heads really are better! But it leaves you all blown up and blistery
Nihilism To create things from nothing is absurd that is why we have the overworld The nether it is neither nor better than either is the end.
I should post some depressing and morbid stuff. Haikus are easy But sometimes they don't make sense refrigerator.
This is a song that reminds me of myself: The secret side of me I never let you see I keep it caged, but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls It comes awake, and I can't control it Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end? I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster My secret side I keep hid under lock and key I keep it caged, but I can't control it 'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end? I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I've gotta lose control, he something radical I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster
