Poems! (no it's not as boring as it sounds)

Self explanatory. Post poems, created by others or yourself, for laughs or whatever.

To kick it off, the most annoying and catchy poem known to man:

I was walkin in a circle
when I spied a piece of paper
covered in a pretty picture
colored yellow, green and red.
When I picked it up I noticed
that it also had some writing
and I knew that I should read it.
This is what the writing said:

I was walkin in a circle...

ad infinitum

I have a haiku:

Double cheese burger.
Double, double cheese burger.
Cheese burger. Doubled.

Also, someone in my class had a shirt once that said:

Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they make no sense.
Refrigerator.

Truly reminiscent of the great Matsuo Basho.

lol, I love the second haiku XD the first one Mrs. Z presented one day when we were talking about haikus really funny

Here's the two best poems I've ever written:


White-out

A blur
A flake
A falling sheet of white
The beauty
The terror
The cold freezing night
To fun
To freedom
To warmth by firelight
White-out


Escape

The land of hearts, a lonely place,
It holds our souls in its jagged embrace.
Ravaged by greed, we fall prey to its light,
In this place, terror breeds eternal night.

Only you can help you, by His holy grace,
To morph, change, a demon shorn
To fly again, through seas of lace,
And grow in the one true form


Open to interperitation and critique!!

They are pretty good Whenever Dan writes a poem believe it or not, it is some one related to blood or cutting or something to that extent, very interesting to read

two more:

Nobody

Hustle and bustle
Shoving around
Push and a fall
Meet the hard ground

Men and women
Passing me by
Creak and a groan
My body’s all dry

A lift, a heft,
Collapse once again
A stare and a glance
Nobody’s my friend

A hug, a word,
Nobody’s with me
A sigh, a wink
I let go and am free


Where I’m From

Where am I from?

I am from chocolate ice cream, dripping down your chin,
On a warm summer’s day;
From a gentle touch, a softly spoken voice,
To take the pain away;
From the rush of wind, the winter thaw,
Spring is on the way.

I am from courage, and strength,
Valor and honor too.
From speak your mind, lay it down,
I’m here to listen to you.
I’m from sadness, a calmness,
The facts becoming true.

I am from punctured lungs, a wheezing cough,
A smoker’s price to pay;
From standing fast, holding true to holy faith,
The savior is on his way.
But For now, let it be, go with the flow,
Let life’s current carry you away.

I am from flight, from freedom,
The courage of the few,
From our founding fathers, those brave men,
As our glorious country grew.
From stars and stripes, the beautiful flag,
Colors of red, white, and blue.

This is where I’m from.


The second one was for a school assignment.

wow!
Those are amazing. You are a very good writer.
My favorite one was Escape.

I don't write poetry, but here is one of my favorites by E. E. Cummings.
Read it once and see if it makes sense:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain


Now read it again, thinking of Anyone and Noone as two people!
Cool isn't it?

WOW Jay, you're an awesome poet. My favorite is Escape, too. I'll post poems once I find mine.

Usually I'd be able to spontaneously make a poem but all that's rambling are creepy[romantic] and leaves me going all like 'what the heck' so yeah. I'll think of one soon enough. Maybe a song.

more poems (by me of course)

The Planet

A world escaped,
The hot red sun
Beats down on the
Tall spires. They
Stand, uncontested,
Master of all they see.

A world abandoned,
Left alone to fend
For itself, to
Survive among the
Stars, to endure ‘til
The end of time.

A world descended,
Plunged into dark
An eternal night,
Not quite that long,
Though it feels so
Cold and dank.

Be Careful



Scars

The scars.
They cover my hands,
Staining them beyond repair.
Oh, but the hands!
Hands that can shape, nay,
Hands that can breathe
Life into the dreariest of objects.
Hand that can swipe
Across the canvas,
Creating an illegible pattern,
Such beauty.
Scarred for life?
Perhaps not as bad
As some would make it.



The Spire (note: the following poem in no way projects how I feel inside. It was just some inspiration from a photograph, okay?)

The black shadow
It juts from the waves
Like a murderer’s knife
Poised to strike down
The cowardly world
All fear it, even
The fog is cut by its honed edge
Quite, and quiet
A small figure detached from
Both earth and rock
Falling, falling
A small speck in the void of life
Gone
Impact, a splash
The white water sprays up
Its lament to the earth
The Spire takes another victim

I was asked to post this, so here it is (it being my poem about the trenches in WWI for Hum IV)


yes it is a little morbid... but so were the trenches

wow... sad face...

here's one (wow, this thread was inactive for a while...)

Welcome.

Welcome to the great divide
Welcome to the fire inside
Welcome to gaiety and fun
Welcome to the hit and run
Welcome to the world we know
Welcome to the greatest show
Welcome to what's left of it
Welcome to "You don't know s**t"
Welcome to the paint of lead
Welcome to the fear of red
Welcome to hidden reveals
Welcome to the lame appeals
Welcome to a time rewritten
Welcome to the face unbitten
Welcome to the speed of life
Welcome to the beaten wife

Welcome to a place called Earth,
where humanity has left its mark.
Welcome to the help that's needed
to create that strange and distant spark
called LOVE.

Wow, Ben, that is morbid. But good! This was mine:


Of course I would like to improve it now, but that was the original from two years ago. And for Brit Lit we had to write a tale from a Canterbury Tale person's point of view (long story. You'll get there) in their style, so here is my ridiculously sappy love story poem in iambic pentameter as the knight (it's not perfect iambic pentameter):

Alas, she stood alone and lachrymose
For Faye had not a man to hold her close.
Although a worthy woman she would make,
No man would have her for her class's sake.
Aside from this, she held such elegance,
Despite her class she spoke with eloquence.
With lips of red, so fair and full, and eyes
Of deepest amber too. To recognize
Her beauty should have been an easy task,
And noble Wymer did forgive the mask.
Then came upon her lovely face and knew
This love he felt, though sudden, now was true.
He took Faye's hand; with this he shocked her so,
An unexpected chance to feel love grow!
Their love had blossomed to the full extent.
They took advantage of the time they spent,
But even love could not soothe danger's grip;
To evil some men sadly chose to slip.
One man named Tristan chose this evil path,
And Faye became the object of his wrath.
He met her at the same time as her love,
But cruel was he; one Faye should be rid of.
His anger at rejection made him worse;
She could not shake his evil heart's curse.
Her one true love heard of this plight she faced,
Then, faithful, to his true love's side he raced.
So Wymer, noble knight was he, did not
Waste time. A duel with Tristan was what he sought.
But Tristan was so strong, and proved that there.
Of this, Faye's knight was quickly made aware.
Their fight for love was coming to a close,
And finished with two brutal, fatal blows.
The two had lost the duel they fought for Faye,
Who in her weeping had a lot to say.
All through her violent wailing one could hear
Her cries of love for the knight she held so dear.
It seemed that Venus heard the things she said;
And Aphrodite also stirred with dread.
I tell you now a case of truest love;
For life and Faye knight Wymer still strove.
He heard her pleas of love; she begged in woe.
To please his maiden, from the ground he rose.
The knight had never really died at all;
'Twas only Tristan who had made him fall.
Devotion's power rose, for them, above
Their pain was conquered by, of course, true love.
(kudos to anyone who already knows what "lachrymose" means.

This is a poem I wrote called, "Let Your Imagination Go Free Verse!"

Life is like a poem
It’s all in standard form
You get a little crazy
And hey! A rhyme is born!
Word after line after verse
The letters poured
One rhyme isn't enough
You’re releasing the horde!
Your poem’s full of rhymes
You’re really quite perplexed
You think to yourself
“What should I add next?”
Let’s add some alliteration!
“Blackening billows” “Precious pun”
Hey! What do you know!
This is kind of fun!
The words are jumping
Off the page
They’re no longer trapped
In their paper cage
The lead in your pencil
Is draining fast
Sparks are flying
You’re having a blast!
Finally it’s over
Your poem’s done
And wow!
Did you have some fun!
Life is like a poem
Give yourself a goal
Put your mind to it
And you’re in complete control!

I like that! Here's another random one I wrote...

So this is a poem.
I know what it's about,
But you don't.
Or maybe the secret's out.
So read my poem
Between the lines,
There's more than
What this page confines.
I know what I want to say,
And who to say it to.
But there's more than that to doing
What you know you have to do.
I'm wasting up this page,
I'm wasting up our time,
Writer and reader alike,
With another pointless rhyme.
Cursory words scribbled down,
And my eraser wearing away.
I'm wishing that I could write
What I'm wishing that I could say.
I know the right words are in me,
But they might just be too bold.
I fear that you may never see
What this page was supposed to hold.
My pencil and my thoughts
Tend to always disagree.
My pencil wants them out
But the thoughts are still inside me.
This was supposed to be the moment
Where I felt a pang of pride.
But because my poem kind of failed,
This was the moment it just died.

Here's another one I wrote called, "A What?"

I saw something strange today
It was really quite absurd
It was hard to make out what it was
The image was quite blurred
I knew what it was
I could recognize it anywhere
It rolled around
With it’s big brown eyes and shiny hair
It was a What
A what? A what you say
I’ll tell you what a What is
It shouldn’t take all day
They have yellow skin
And they tend to roar
Wait! Hold on!
There’s much, much more!
Their feet are a shiny red
Like a great big fox
And their bodies are square
Kind of like a box!
Their fingers are green
Their toes are a light shade of blue
You don’t see them often
There are very, very few
They have red pointed noses
And pink freckles too
What their mouths looks like
I don’t have a clue!
Where are you going!
It’s not time for bed!
Why is he leaving?
Was it something I said?

trickynik wrote:Here's another one I wrote called, "A What?"

I saw something strange today
It was really quite absurd
It was hard to make out what it was
The image was quite blurred
I knew what it was
I could recognize it anywhere
It rolled around
With it’s big brown eyes and shiny hair
It was a What
A what? A what you say
I’ll tell you what a What is
It shouldn’t take all day
They have yellow skin
And they tend to roar
Wait! Hold on!
There’s much, much more!
Their feet are a shiny red
Like a great big fox
And their bodies are square
Kind of like a box!
Their fingers are green
Their toes are a light shade of blue
You don’t see them often
There are very, very few
They have red pointed noses
And pink freckles too
What their mouths looks like
I don’t have a clue!
Where are you going!
It’s not time for bed!
Why is he leaving?
Was it something I said?

sounds a lot like Dr. Seuss! I like it

Thanks