Poetry

[Xen]

well, this is inspired by a good freind of mine, sitting right beside me as I type this, she just showed me and AMAZING poem, and aside from juts wanting to share it with the world here (she is sharing it on her site as well) and just feeling that this was worthy enough to receive such attention, what are yout favorite poems?

any way, here it is-

what happens when you lose all hope?
that faith that helped you carry on
that shineing light that showed your way
that bright star that brought you to me

what if all you wished for dissapered
and you truelly were too far gone?
what then would you do to get back
even if it was an impossible task

what is there left to pray for?
when all that fire suddenlly burns out
why do you wake up each morning
just to be greated with the same old ****

when suddenlly its not worth livining
and depression takes over your soul
just know that you live once
before you lose control

so say good-bye to the hopelessness
that fills your heart each day
and breath in somthing more
and know it'll be okay

-Amanda Moore 12/8/03 2:34 PM

 

[thestonesfan]

But it doesn't rhyme!

 

[Pangur Bán]

Breathes There the Man
from The Lay of the Last Minstrel

BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Sir Walter Scott

 

[WickedSmurf]

Roses are red
Violets are some other color

 

[Pangur Bán]

Originally posted by WickedSmurf
Roses are red
Violets are some other color

Trying to ruin the thread?

 

[WickedSmurf]

Trying to be a poet!
Didn't you like it...?

 

[jpowers]

There was an old man from Poughkeepsie
He married a traveling gypsy
When he got her home
She saw his bald dome
And said let's drink 'til we're tipsy!

-J Powers 9:40 AM 12/9/03

 

[Eastern Knight]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
It's almost midnight,
And tomorrow is school.
I've got to go to bed,
And a good night to you too.

 

[Pirate]

A poem needs no explanation
From common words come jubilation
When your spirits are dull
And your life's in a lull
Let poetry be your salvation!

-Pirate, 12/9/03

 

[willemvanoranje]

here we go again:

"when you see the grand canyon dancing in front of you,
and you look up and you see the Alps in the distance,
then let your tongue speak for you"

 

[MikeLynch]

There once was a man from Hoboken
Who didn't know what he was smokin'
Some spiders crawled to him
Then tunneled right through him
So he said "My brain must be broken."

 

[Xen]

come noe people, surelly there is more to your poetry tastes then mere lymericks...

I would think more of you would have tastes along the lines of Calgacus...

 

[jpowers]

Originally posted by Xen
come noe people, surelly there is more to your poetry tastes then mere lymericks...

I would think more of you would have tastes along the lines of Calgacus...

Oh, Calgacus is just too pithy for the rest of us slack-jawed yokels.

There was an old yokel from 'Nati
who wanted to buy a beef patty
when he got to the store,
he found they'd no more,
so returned to his hovel and sat he

 

[MikeLynch]

There once was a fellow from Delhi
Who found himself listening to Nelly
He grunted and moaned
And slammed down his phone
But then saw him again on the telly

 

[WildFire]

Haiku!

Dogs bark
Cows moo
Ledyard sleeps.


(I live near ledyard).

 

[Pariah]

A DEEP SKY

The mightiest of planets
Has no ground, no sea, no land,
No stony peaks, no vales between,
No waters, nor a sandy strand.
No solid flats or heights, no deserts,
On no plains, no river flows,
Abysses filled with heavy air
Have no seafloor down below.

A layer of thin gas, outmost
Tenuizes, fades to space;
This enveloping hydrogen
Overlies a garish place:
Carmine, cream and jasper hues
With profuse shades beside -
To the south, most brazen
Spins a worlds-wide crimson eye.

Hyperpotent tempest rule:
Lightnings that could light a nation;
Winds with force like none on Earth,
Calm might seem a vitiation.
In ten hours, this vast world spins,
Winds are not by landforms slowed,
Driven swift by deep-born fires,
Stormbelts hurtle round the globe.

Hurricane-spun layers of clouds
For untold miles are plunging cliffs;
Reds above so vivid-lit
Are dusky brown in Sunless depths.
Freezing heights, and torrid abyss -
A steam-layer seethes, in dark miasma;
Chemistires run wild, far down
Through scores of sequent vapourous strata.

There, at last, the sky may end
(In no plain boundary, nowhere sharp),
But under monstrous pressures, air
Is forced to fluid, churning dark.
Farther still this Vast descends,
So far down, ever hotter, dense:
The Jovian sky, though deep it be,
Is but a gauze, on depths immense.


OK, I've never been to Jupiter... but I doubt there are any indigenous poets (unless city-sized floating gasbags actually exist and have language & culture). Certainly, none that write English.

 

[MikeLynch]

There once was a guy from Milwaukee
Who worshipped the great sport of hockey
Despite all his hair
And the jerseys he'd wear
You'd never guess he was so cocky

 

[bobgote]

Originally posted by thestonesfan
But it doesn't rhyme!

roses are red
violets are blue
most rhymes rhyme
but this one doesn't

 

[Inter4]

The football is sferic
the field is rectangular
a goal beautiful
a Cup even more..

 

[Ohkrana]

Precipice

Steps stretch high in front of me
Granite worn and old by age
Step by step I climb, footfalls hard
Eyes set sure on the rise above

Storms above me brew and seethe
Thunder clashes as my turmoil builds
Black clouds follow my stygian path
The way lit before me by ephemeral lightning

Atop I reach, feet on edge, around I look
Standing on a precipice all lays before me
The depths once fogged and obscure
Now I see through it all with clarity

No way back, one way forward
All my fear is now shed and gone
I look down the vile fall before me
One last step forward, I take

All I feel here is hate
All I have to give is pain
All I want to bring is terror
All I have inside me is rage


Penned during in a hateful moment