Poetry Thread.

[Andy Murray]

On this thread,
We may discuss.
Anything, we feel a must.
The only rule, is it's essential,
Post's must Rhyme,
That's preferential.

[YODA]

Can I do it
Skill or luck?
Will it rhyme?
Will it heck.

[Brad Ellin]

To say all posts must rhyme is a shame,
You'd miss out on some good poetry,
Haiku is one type just to name,
And I'm one poet you'll never see

[TkdWarrior]

how to know wat's rhyming?i mean rules etc?
-TkdWarrior-

[Andy Murray]

Oh Kurohana please feel free,
To use some free style stanza.
After all, it can be hard,
To find a rhyme with banzai!

TKD, my Indian friend,
What is a rhyme you ask?
It's like a song, where each line ends,
With cask, or mask or task!

[Greyghost]

oh dear what know, the fun begins,
sounds like yodas had a few gins
And mr murry your rhyme and rhythm
is beyond doubt and mysticism

and poor old Kurohana, its not his fault
that his poetry is as dated as the fort knox vault
so i'll try and be kind, and leave you be
as long as your not CKD!!!

[Andy Murray]

Greyghost, your spelling and grammar,
Are worse than a myopic Llama.
To the back of the class,
And sit on your ass.
Or I'll smash in your head with a hammer!

[Freeform]

Bang, bosh, smash
this rythme is trash
I should be studying
but my brain is muddying.

For subjects I learn
the knowledge I yearn
Or esle I shall fail,
Sod it, off for an Ale!

[Brad Ellin]

While "stanza" and "banzai" may not rhyme,
'tis a common mistake seen all the time,
Artistic license taken a bit too far,
But if that's your best, we'll have to raise the bar!

[Brad Ellin]

An example of my style of Haiku:

She won't prance under the pale moon ever
again
Her faded denims sit in the corner,
Yearning

[Andy Murray]

The bar, the bar, the members cry,
Their thirst a tireless foe.
That rages deep within the gut,
Foul bottomless pit therein.

By early light, the bleary eye,
And head held tightly oh.
Better were, all bars are shut,
And toxins put in bin.

[Brad Ellin]

Very nice Andy! I like that one.

[Greyghost]

the quality of rhyme is falling
the talent is showing its cracks
i've beat you all to this poor line
and all of your erroneous syntax

[karatekid]

here is a ryme that i shall say
that is only if i may
i'm as sharp as a thistle
and as loud as a whistle
i will leave you yes i will
but i'll not be paying the electric bill

[karatekid]

heres a limeric i made up
and from this i won a book

there was a librarian called josie
whos cheeks are always rosie
she layed in the sun
and then burnt her bum
now she cant sit nice and cosie

[Knight_Errant]

This is a
free verse
poem

as would be
written by
an idiot.

[karatekid]

i am trying to make you see
just how easy it can be
to rhyme these words isnt hard
theyil all fit inside a card
and so for now i say good bye
tho i might just be telling a lie

[Jack]

Impressive, impressive to see
such a rhythmical calamity,
but I must digress,
whilst I sit and digest,
my sausage, chips, and beans!

[karatekid]

i usually walk upon the path
but i occasionally walk on the grass
i see the sun in the sky
i think to myself oh me oh my

if you ask what bootstappers are
make sure yoda is at the bar
if he isnt dont ask
he will get u cos he is a ass

just kiddin YODA:):D

[YODA]

LOL!

Boot-strappers are so coooooooooool :D

But who's the fool?

The fool? Or the fool that follows the fool?

:D

[karatekid]

that dont rhyme very well my freind
so ill give you some advise to lend
use different words like i do
and then u dont have people sueing you

[YODA]

I'm not a poet

My poem did show it

[karatekid]

Yoda is a poet
and he didnt know it
but his poem did show it
now whos got some whit

[YODA]

I've been told before that I'm full of whit

... or something like that.

[karatekid]

u lost it again
unlike a horses mane
try to rhyme
i know it takes time
but try it anyway

[karatekid]

how can u tell if it is morning
u can tell cos the sun is dawning
today yoda climbed a mountain
unfortunatly there wernt a fountian
so he bernt in the sun
oh wot fun
and now hes a beetroot colour
hehehehe

[Anne]

A rhyming thread! Why, what fun!
And started by Andy Murray, that ol' son of a gun.

About what should I rhyme? Let me pensive.
Anything I suppose, as long as not offensive.

Perhaps the future of robotics?
Nah, people will think I'm using narcotics.

Well, maybe I'll just bid adieu.
I'll come back later, just right now I'm through.

[peaceful_child]

how bout a little freestyle?

fragile beauty
pulsating with life

complete peace and serenity
encompasses all

a quiet jubilance
dances around every being

gracefull songs
are full of harmony

perfection
bliss

pure souls
united in comon ground

this is Heaven

[Jack]

That sure sounds like a lofty ideal,
it sounds so good, whats the deal?
I could do with some bliss,
but I'm afraid I might miss,
the best of heaven's zeal.


I just ate a bowl of oats,
the oats were crunchy,
the autumn breeze rushes past.

[karatekid]

i will write this rhyme for you
even tho people with probably boo

i would like to say hi
and not followed with bye
i cant belive this
my pet snake's hiss
is more terrerfiing than my dogs bark
i havent seen a shark
and i havent seen a lark
but this may be confusing
and really quite amusing
so heres wot i say
have a nice day
i will see u later
aligator
good day

[Wearing Grey]

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasnt there
He wasnt there again today
I think he's with the CIA.

I forget who wrote that to begin with...

WG

[Jack]

Thank you for your wellwishing,
but I think something from your rhyme was missing,
perhaps the structure was unorthodox
like having two left socks,
Sod this, I'm off fishing.

[Wearing Grey]

I got one more.....saw this on a movie

There once was a man from McGrass
Who had balls made out of fine brass
In stormy weather his blass clanged together
And sparks flew out of his......pants :)

WG

[karatekid]

wen u met the man upon the stair
the man who wasnt really there
the one wasnt there again today
was he's with the CIA.

oh no wearing gray
i think ur mad
and it is really quite sad
but hey
i belive u anyway
if u reply
u can relay on me to see wot u saw yesterday

[karatekid]

oh my god that did not rhyme
i feel so sad but not like a lime
i lost my touch at rhyming words
i want to fly like the birds
to somewhere where they rhyme words often
but i will make sure i do not soften
so for now i say goodbye
u can tell i am not shy but i will definatly tell a lie:Angel:

[karatekid]

a metaphor poem

What is the sun??

The sun is an orange
It is a blob of yellow paint
in a sink of water
The sun is a yellow ball
in some white cottonwool
The sun is a piece of card
in some fluff
The sun is some orange chalk
on some white paper
The sun is a ball of fire
burning in the sea of blue

[Knight_Errant]

Oh joy! what fun! a poem thread!
To write and sit and scratch my... head
Trying to think of words what rhyme
My god I have way too much time.

These bootstrappers, these things you say?
How are they foolish, in what way?
It brings to mind the doubty dominatrix,
THe kind that has to pay tricks...

[karatekid]

knight errant you can see
just how easy it can be
to ryhme the word is so much fun
some people dont get how to rhyme the words we tell them now
just how easy it can be
to rhyme the words one two three
it dont take much time as you can see
just use your head and and u will see how much easier it can be

[Knight_Errant]

Come on, O mappers, do you your thing!
Make words up with accounted ease:
These lines may not pleasingly sing,
but if I can do it, it's a breeze!

[karatekid]

i agree with that rhyme
come on mappers it's ur time
just rhyme some words
dont be nerds
so do it now
cos u know how to ryme some words

her are some rhymeing words to help if your suck
so good luck

how now cow
low so mow
gloom loom boom
boo loo sue
look cook muck
sack tack lack

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

This thread’s the place
Where rhyme is king
So to this space
Some verse I’ll bring

The subject? None!
It matters not
It’s just for fun
No need for plot

Though sing-song stuff
Is not my style
I’ll spout some fluff
Quite short on guile

This meter, too
Is strange to me
It’s something new
From which I’ll flee

Now I must roam
Vers libre is best
So from this poem
I’ll take a rest

I’ll write more poems
That do not rhyme
And fill some tomes
With thoughts sublime

Constraints of rhyme
And meter, too
Choke off my brain
And make me blue!


Another:

Knight Errant made
His thousandth post
In three short months
Now he may boast!

[Greg-VT]

I can't believe
What you've done.
You all may think
It's kinda of fun.

Well, listen here
I've got news from me.
You've got it all wrong
Can't you see?

You go on and on
Rhyme after rhyme.
Have'nt you got anything
Better to do with your time?

You've all made so many
It is time for a last.
I think we should bury
This thread in the past.

All in agreement
Raise your hand.
Lets send this topic far
Into lost, online land.

Lets hope it will never
Come back and return.
For those who post more
I will make sure you to burn.

Oh wait, I see
Look what I've done.
I've mucked up my post
And now I'm with you, I am one.

I failed to notice
What I've wrote myself
I joined you, now I know
This thread can't go to the shelve.

It looks like Mr Murray
Has created a cult
Now that I've joined it,
I can't throw it, to the vault.

Forgive what I've said
For now I understand
Why your write
These rhyming strands.

But for now I must go
For me I brought shame
Talking bad about this
Rather fun game.

Yes, I know.
You don't need to tell me
My writing is poor.
I have the skills of a weed.

[Jack]

Don't be so harsh
we've all been lost in a marsh
our thoughts polluted
our rhymes convuluted
now I'll go and sit on my arsh

:D

[Greg-VT]

Hey guys I was'nt seriouse!! ;) :D, hehehe

No-ones got anymore? :(

[Jack]

If I read anymore,
my eyes just may go sore,
I need an optician,
or an electrician,
to destroy my computer for sure.

[Knight_Errant]

The feeling comes like a dark sheet,
suffocating like a body bag,
The time comes and the time goes
Like drowning in clay

Now my pitiful muse has been freed,
you can tell I've been smoking *tobacco*

[Jack]

Oh dear, KE and his weed!
At least he is taking heed,
if he didn't grow it,
he'd never be a poet,
Just contain that food greed. ;)

Jack

[heat1012000]

TRAPPED BEING YOUNG

I'm sat in solitude and sanctity
No-one around to disturb me mentally
Looking about with no task to complete
Nothing to do, I'm just sat in my seat
No where to go, I'm just wasting my time
I shouldn't really, I'm still in my prime
I feel mature but act like I'm not
Can't appreciate all that I've got
Mess about and get in trouble
Won't someone, please burst this bubble

[karatekid]

if i rhyme words in a sensible way,
one of these days i might get paid,
so until then i will be happy,
doing my thing which is karATe

[karatekid]

i was ere
ere i was
was i ere
corse i was
so theres a ryme thats classified
or maybe i lied

[Kinjiro Tsukasa]

A Very Short Ode to my Beloved Cats

Beautiful kitties
That I love
Sweet and gentle
Sent from Above

[killbill]

It's easy to write crap
I do it all the time
To fall into the trap
making crappy poets a dozen a dime
but to talk in prose
now there is a feat
your intelligence shows
as you declare "I'm l33t!"
(anyone who gets the above joke is a geek like me,
and no, the best things in life aren't free.
I realise this doesnt make much sense
After 6 drinks im feeling a little dense)

[booksie_girl]

Poetry, is that it now?
I can do it, I'll take a bow,
Or maybe not,
My poetry isn't hot.

[Knight_Errant]

To make poetry say what I wanted it to mean,
I racked my brains for something clean.
Not to be put off, I put pen to paper
so I'll go get writing and see you later :)

[booksie_girl]

To make poetry say what I wanted it to mean,
I racked my brains for something clean.
Not to be put off, I put pen to paper
so I'll go get writing and see you later :)
Knight Errant, say something clean?
I really don't know what you mean?
Oh really, it cannot be true,
Being clean Knight would surely rue.
Cleanliness is not his way,
no matter how hard he denies what we say. :D

[Sgt_Major]

All enjoy Christmas time
Eating turkey, drinking wine
On TV there's stupid mime
Of Santa Claus, not a sign
Trees and baubles and shiny stuff
What’s the purpose of belly button fluff?
Girls get toys
Footballs for boys
Mittens for kids
Saucepans got no lids
People eating loads of snacks
Crisps come in family packs


********************

Leaving town, a pack on my back
Hitting the road, may never come back
Longing to be a part of something
All I feel is a sense of nothing
No idea as to where I’m going
Or to the number of seeds I’m sowing
Till my path reaches the end
To you, all my love I will send
My trip will end one dark day
Then I can finally say,
Whether I was good or bad,
Will I die happy or sad?

********************

Joy and fear are on both sides
Both these emotions its opposite hides
One gives joy, the other pain,
There is from each, a different gain
Both pulsating through my brain

[doors]

dance to the rhythm of my dreams
float with the souls
and kill yourself for the dream
that's better than reality
but doesn't exist
they fed you on white lies
they crushed your spirit
and defied the divine
now your running for the dream
dance to the rhythm
dance to the rhythm
of my dream’s

dance to the rhythm of my dreams
float with agony
run with the wind
its scary

Dance to the rhythm of my dreams
fell the pain they injected in you
defy the divine
and run with it
the idea’s
that fuel us all
into slavery
into invisible chains and walls
but its too late.
I wish I could sail to the moon
but its too late
but its too late
but its too late

dance to the rhythm of my dreams
float on the salt in my tears.
drown in the blood in my heart
be overwhelmed with what’s in me
want to explode
and it will all be over
cry with me
dance and laugh and die with me
the soul is not to be found
in our hollow corpse
the ride is over
you may now drift into the inexistent









Selfish spirit find yourself
in the remnants of past lives
open hands and laughter
I kind of doubt it
where the crazed summer sun scorches blood stained eyes with mirages
where in the dark crazed thoughts wonder around sulken body’s
opium toothaches
and rising water
this isn't the promise land or paradise
this is the dark
the black
the mind trembles
but the heart dances in delight






the city life
jazz always plays in the background
its like the movies
the experience
taste it
its like fine wine
sitting on the curb
while the rain washes over my face
and cleanses me
i cant wait till this freedom is true
when i can sit next to you
when the shadows are gone
and the sunshine comes along
i wander the streets
lonely
searching
for a trace
of your beautiful face
i almost cant remember it
yet its so clear
burned like a hot knife in my brain
and the scars still there
it will never leave
even as i perish from this earth
to whatever awaits me
in the beginning or end
who knows
the pain is so real
wondering and searching inside my soul
i must find you
the dream
that's a pure apparition
a shadow of a projection
burnt into my soul.
i cant wait
i cant wait
i cant wait

[karatekid]

i seem to have lost the nack of ryming
holy **** i am only lying
sorry mods for the language
i couldnt find the rythem for my ryming

[Sever]

Here's a little ditty I call "Ode to the Burger"

How now, dead cow
Between two slices of bread
Once you were grazing in a field
But now you're utterly dead
Your feet were hung by machines
Your throat was slit by a man
And now you're in a toasty bun
And in my sweaty hands

[karatekid]

oh my word
that poem is absurd
i mean it is evil
u are a deevil
haha :):D

[Sever]

Yeah, looking at it now, it is a bit off. Apologies to anyone it offended

[tekkengod]

bah, if your offended, get tougher skin, its a poem!
and a good one at that.

I'll post some later when i get all my old stuff out da closet.

[karatekid]

ong
my life is ova
ppl ppl all around
are kicking me to ground..
with their words i feel so low
because they are gonna be grey and old
with they are i will do em in
and then i laugh in my young skin


grr man i am so tierd of it that is actually true apart from that i wont do em in and they arnt old and grey

[Johnno]

Yeah, looking at it now, it is a bit off. Apologies to anyone it offended
First line
Was fine
After that
Went flat.

Don't be defensive
It wasn't offensive.

[Sever]

bah, if your offended, get tougher skin, its a poem!That's pretty much what I was thinking, but I was half expecting a flambe from certain whinging hippies so I figured I'd throw out an apology to stop this thread from getting derailed :D

[shotokanwarrior]

Hey KE, you rock! 'The anus of creation' :D:D

My name's SW and I'm a consummate moron
I'm trying to find some mental resources to draw on
I'm falling in an atrocious trap
This poem really is a load of crap
I feel so embarrassed I want to run and hide
'cause I'm just talking out of my backside
I don't know what I'm doing here
This poem is a load of diarrhoea.
Why the hell am I doing this?
Everyone is going to take the piss.

[tekkengod]

the most recent of these is atleast 6 months old, wow, i didn't know i had bits of my old poet days.

For All

For all the nights I spent alone and cold; still I have no one to hold.
For all the days I spent broken, I am no more than a token of another person’s failure.
For all the time I spent crying, still on the inside I am dying.
For all the years past, I know this emotion will last.
For all the things I thought I’d learned, still I sit burned.
Of all the sins I have atone, I still sit here alone.
Of all the reasons why I hate you; for all I do will never sate you.
Confusing and controlling; even from a far, now I know truly who you are.
As loneliness takes its toll I die in my soul……
Just a little bit more to my very core.
Joy and love fall aside as pain and anger boil and rise.
My thoughts turn inwards as I step onto the stage, right through the cage.
The moments before, are when I’m truly alive; when I strive.
Perfection screams my name as I put it to shame.
So I’ll just wait, cause all I have is time.
The title will be mine.


and this one, well, this is more of a rythmatic rant.

Hate
These wounds they just won’t seal. This pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot heal. You always took away all my fear. But now it’s at the price of my tear. Its too hard to tell myself that you’re gone, for now you’re still with me. But it’s not real. Its not in the deal. I’ve been alone long enough. Why can’t I be that tough? When is it ever enough. Enough to make you take me again. To make it like things where then. You scream my name in all of my dreams, I can still hear your voice, so it seems. They vex me even in my sleep; keep me from emotions deep. The night is young for I hear you, the feeling close for I fear you. The time at hand for I hate you. For all I do will never sate you. Confusing, controlling, even from a far. Now I know, truly who you are. I leave you buried in the ashes of your own mistake. That’s all you are is fake. God, I don’t think you’ll ever learn you crave to burn; you’re just so stubborn. You know you’ve won, but still you try. Shield my eye, behold the lie. I’ll take you in the day I die. Is it really so surprising? To hear it finally ring as true? To realize now that I hate you? You don’t understand, all the reasons I command. I hate you for your lies. I hate you for your flaming eyes. I hate you for the dreams that never will come true. For living knowing that I still love you. I hate you for the things you said, for now I’m better off dead. I hate you for all the tears I’ve cried and for all the years I tried. With you. Turning the truth as your lies. Thrown me to nothing, burning the skies. Falling forever, living to die. When the sun rises, and you find there is no one at your side. You find yourself alone with no where to hide. Asking the question of what happened. Surrounded by thoughts all saddened. I’ll keep the answer with me. If for ever you should seek it. I’ll keep it with me to my grave, right along the path you pave. So if ever you should ask “Why I hate you so” Look only to the past. Then you will know


So is this one, i guess most of my stuff is rythmatic, depressive rants, but thats just the way i write!

Broken and Cold
Surrounded by weakness, driven by pain, to gain, to lose; in both I find nothing.
This is the story of the fighter that was. Alone in the darkness I now bathe, right along the path you pave, here I lay just one more day. The pool of sweat and blood is all dried up or gone down the drain nothing left but an old stain, a memory of the tomorrows that were not soon forgotten I lay alone dying and rotten. So here I stand hand in hand with my own works, in the shadows where my weakness lurks. My heart has not yet turned to cold and stone as most of you may think, Broken and scattered as the pieces may be, there is still much left to see, there is still something left, small as could be. The days gone past are lost forever, and are mine no more, to think I lost everything to that whore. So here I stand, alone and broken, a product of your own design, to think those dreams were mine. Epitomizing the very things I hated the most, all in an effort to return to my post. So many months have past, how long will my emotion last? Filled with flaw, twinge and pain, cursed with a love both gained and lost ever so quickly. Alone I began, alone I’ll remain, love isn’t worth all the time and pain. I awoke one day, to see I was buried in the ashes of, your mistakes, surrounded by false and fake. To not know your place in this world is scariest thing of all, not knowing when to rise or fall. An ending not fit for such a novel belittles my fate, alone and bitter, endowed with hate. Strange, how my journey would end this way right along the path you pave. To be wounded so deeply by the innocence of a love once so pure is irony in its simplest form. The secrets I hold are all of my own, stitched in ivory, carved in stone. I was once the perfect soldier, I feared not in god or malbolger. But now I am nothing more than your crutch, cast aside as you’ve healed once more stripped of my strength, my power and noir. So here I stand, alone and broken surrounded by weakness, driven by pain dying so slowly with nothing to gain, all I held dear was lost and looted not so long ago on that night you threw my life away, all for just a one night stand, with out regard for what you held in your hand, I am the ash of all your mistakes. So here I stand, as the night grows old; Alone broken and cold

[seiki juku kid]

Apologies, this isn't mine,
But Mervyn Peake writes rhymes just fine.

"I have my price, it's rather high
About the level of your eye,
But if you're nice to me I'll try
To lower it for you.
To lower it, to lower it,
Upon the kind of rope they knit,
From yellow grass and purple hay,
When knitting is taboo.

Some knit them pearl, some knit them plain,
Some knit their brows of pearl in vain,
Some are so vain they try again,
To tease the wool of love,
But ah, the palms of yesterday,
There's not a soul from yesterday,
That's worth the dreaming of, they say,
That's worth the dreaming of."

[karatekid]

this thread died
but now i guess u can say i lied
cos i have revived this thred
yes yes oh yes
haha
(this peom sucks - couldnt think of anything)

[Emil]

I'm quite annoyed that i've spent time,
Thinking up words just so they'll rhyme.
The end result is not stupendous,
So I'll settle with horrendous. :cry:

[Hiroji]

This poetry thread has filled me with dread.
For the words i have read, have left me half dead.

Here’s one i wrote;

We arrive in this world innocent and sweet, our minds as pure as white snow unmarked by people’s feet.

Life plays its hand, can confuse and strand - some can deal while others cant stand.

You must do what you can, don’t let the weight of the world trouble you,
or break you young man.

[Emil]

Hiroshi - Just my advice - try adding some more structured verses in the poem to make it read less like prose. For example,

We arrive in this world innocent
and sweet, our minds as pure as
white snow unmarked
by people’s feet.

or something along those lines. Obviously, how you structure it is your perogative.

Just my 2 cents.

Em

[Emil]

One I wrote a while back under a pseudonym. It might not be to everybody's taste.

July 31st, 1917:
Hedd Wyn at Pilckem Ridge

Did the Iron Fist feel a tremor
when he stained Pilckem Ridge?
Did they, for just a brief second
cease-fire, and look to the Western Sky?

It rained in Ypres that day.
It always rained. Men oozed
into the land, penetrating her,
as she lamented the parade, and
tenured a boy in her fen,
trading metal for water.

When Elis took the metal, did the
world stop strangling herself, while
the Hero spilled away?

No.

It always rained in Ypres.
But, what was mingled with the rain?
Mud. Metal. Men.
An uncomfortable trinity.

Burnt at the back of Elis's eye
was Arianrhod.
The circumstances foretold it -
truly alone, upon the field, with
the renewal of Antaeus.
Elis found his Awen,
outside of Trawsfynydd.

What did he see then?
Did he see the scarlet faced majors,
the 'green' boys, the yellow air, the white poppy?
Did he risk prophecy, and see
white peace sitting on a black chair?
Did he look to the sky and
see the boys twinkling?
and realise they had a right to the stars,
for all the boys made poppies.

[tom pain]

Decent poems guys. I've written some stuff in the form of raps (me and my mate had a contest). Some good stuff, but not sure it's suitable to be on here! :p

[karatekid]

on the 15th of june
under the moon
i partied so hard
i lost my card
now i cry
oh my oh my

[karatekid]

i can ryme
that can be sed
but this is like a lime
i must go to bed