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- Hlaoroo
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The Beach
You can smell the seaweed growing,
Taste the salt tang in the air
You can feel the cold wind blowing
Running tendrils through your hair
You’re on the beach
You can feel the insects nipping,
See the seagull as he flies,
Feel the sand ‘neath your foot slipping,
Hear the ocean as it sighs
You’re on the beach
There’s a sense of open spaces
‘Neath the azure crystal skies
Wipes all mem’ry of other places
From the world behind your eyes
You’re on the beach
There’s a feeling of elation
As you walk with carefree tread
And you join the jubilation
Of the eagle overhead
You’re on the beach
You climb a bit of driftwood
To get a better view
And you wish that you could fly above
The dunes surrounding you
You’re on the beach
You can smell the seaweed growing,
Taste the salt tang in the air
You can feel the cold wind blowing
Running tendrils through your hair
You’re on the beach
You can feel the insects nipping,
See the seagull as he flies,
Feel the sand ‘neath your foot slipping,
Hear the ocean as it sighs
You’re on the beach
There’s a sense of open spaces
‘Neath the azure crystal skies
Wipes all mem’ry of other places
From the world behind your eyes
You’re on the beach
There’s a feeling of elation
As you walk with carefree tread
And you join the jubilation
Of the eagle overhead
You’re on the beach
You climb a bit of driftwood
To get a better view
And you wish that you could fly above
The dunes surrounding you
You’re on the beach
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NIGHT-TIME LISTENING
I listen out, on a starless new night
to hear the sounds under the pitch black veil,
to hear the starling sounds of the hidden
world that lies outside, beyond my home wall
The path that runs the back, from pub to road
Often bears witness to men being cats,
singing out of tune as they stagger home
oblivious to the Simon Callow in us all.
The motorway never sleeps, it's arteries
clogged with night drivers desperate to get
home or to the depot – no relief yet
as their engines reach my tired brain.
The rain follows soon, dripping pitter-pat
on the concrete outside, every noise a
crack that splits the road and my ears
put sinister outsiders in the frame.
There is, it seems, no sleep for me tonight.
The dark is gaining the new morning hues.
The cat scratches the door for her breakfast
I might as well get up. I might then write -
it seems I'm certainly in the right mood!
I listen out, on a starless new night
to hear the sounds under the pitch black veil,
to hear the starling sounds of the hidden
world that lies outside, beyond my home wall
The path that runs the back, from pub to road
Often bears witness to men being cats,
singing out of tune as they stagger home
oblivious to the Simon Callow in us all.
The motorway never sleeps, it's arteries
clogged with night drivers desperate to get
home or to the depot – no relief yet
as their engines reach my tired brain.
The rain follows soon, dripping pitter-pat
on the concrete outside, every noise a
crack that splits the road and my ears
put sinister outsiders in the frame.
There is, it seems, no sleep for me tonight.
The dark is gaining the new morning hues.
The cat scratches the door for her breakfast
I might as well get up. I might then write -
it seems I'm certainly in the right mood!
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I was in an odd mood this evening...
Senses seize as, outside, the hunter hears,
his ears pricked for the slightest of all sounds.
So you quiet your breath against your death
and bury yourself in the straw and crops
of the barn. His gun clicks at a stray sound
and he looks into the barn. His eyes probe
the dark heart, searching for light and depth
judging, forever searching for drops
that give away your presence to him now.
He steps inside, raises his gun and calls
for you to surrender but you know you
cannot. You know you may die here,
in this barn, in this fear with hope so near
the border clear across to neutral land
just miles from your prison unplanned.
A step closer, he's looking over you
Nerve break? Nerve hold? Run? Stay? What will you do?
Senses seize as, outside, the hunter hears,
his ears pricked for the slightest of all sounds.
So you quiet your breath against your death
and bury yourself in the straw and crops
of the barn. His gun clicks at a stray sound
and he looks into the barn. His eyes probe
the dark heart, searching for light and depth
judging, forever searching for drops
that give away your presence to him now.
He steps inside, raises his gun and calls
for you to surrender but you know you
cannot. You know you may die here,
in this barn, in this fear with hope so near
the border clear across to neutral land
just miles from your prison unplanned.
A step closer, he's looking over you
Nerve break? Nerve hold? Run? Stay? What will you do?
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THE LOQUACIOUS LUNATIC
Decadently dressed
in burning Mayonnaise,
the loquacious lunatic
turns to the town to say:-
“I saw the stars come out tonight,
above the light lit street.
Far away from the towns I went
to see the beauty they cheat.”
Wandering wild
in the cement desert
the loquacious lunatic
declares down the dark
“Peace you deny me, sleep you defy me,
to wander in search of your plight.
The blue shirt defender, the red light and tender
gives me a room for the night.”
Laid out Low
in a cage declared
loquacious lunatic
considered his solution shared.
“I defy all you call normal,
as you verily defy mine.
Your solution denies absolution
and, soon, for my liberty I'll pine.”
Prisoned in Purgatory,
dressed in clothes not his
the loquacious lunatic
sets out the question and quiz
“Tell me this, oh friend of the smart,
who reads and comprehends the rhyme.
What will you do, when they come for you
when they decide now it's your time?”
Decadently dressed
in burning Mayonnaise,
the loquacious lunatic
turns to the town to say:-
“I saw the stars come out tonight,
above the light lit street.
Far away from the towns I went
to see the beauty they cheat.”
Wandering wild
in the cement desert
the loquacious lunatic
declares down the dark
“Peace you deny me, sleep you defy me,
to wander in search of your plight.
The blue shirt defender, the red light and tender
gives me a room for the night.”
Laid out Low
in a cage declared
loquacious lunatic
considered his solution shared.
“I defy all you call normal,
as you verily defy mine.
Your solution denies absolution
and, soon, for my liberty I'll pine.”
Prisoned in Purgatory,
dressed in clothes not his
the loquacious lunatic
sets out the question and quiz
“Tell me this, oh friend of the smart,
who reads and comprehends the rhyme.
What will you do, when they come for you
when they decide now it's your time?”
- Hlaoroo
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Just a little rhyme I whipped up. I'm starting to enjoy little ones like this.
Dogs bark, dogs chase, dogs can be thin or fat,
But despite all their quirks, because of their perks, I'd rather a dog than a cat!
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Heh. It's quirky and funny. I likey. For some reason I have trouble with 'funny' poems.Hlaoroo wrote:Just a little rhyme I whipped up. I'm starting to enjoy little ones like this.Dogs bark, dogs chase, dogs can be thin or fat,
But despite all their quirks, because of their perks, I'd rather a dog than a cat!
- Hlaoroo
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I tend to have more trouble with longer, more serious ones like you write so well, Welshie.
Here's one I wrote about a British game show called "QI" or "Quite Interesting". Look it up if you haven't seen it. It's hilarious! Fair warning though, there is a bit of mature-rated content but it's rarely explicit.
Here's one I wrote about a British game show called "QI" or "Quite Interesting". Look it up if you haven't seen it. It's hilarious! Fair warning though, there is a bit of mature-rated content but it's rarely explicit.
XDI once played a game called QI
With a quizmaster named Stephen Fry
I used all my brain
But 'twas all in vain
For Fry made my points go "bye bye"!
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Division
For those that hate
and take the bait
and share it with the town
Shall escalate
Then suffocate
Instead you'll only drown!
and take the bait
and share it with the town
Shall escalate
Then suffocate
Instead you'll only drown!
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I'm gonna have to dig out some old poems that I wrote years ago and post them here. But everybody else's poems are nice to. Lovely job!
- Hlaoroo
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Here's a fun one I wrote yesterday listing flavours of pop/fizzy drink/soda/whatever you call it. I don't think they're all real flavours but it was for a bit of RP I was doing via PM where I was being a barkeeper so *shrugs* who cares? Anyway, here it is.
Lemon, cola, lime or berry,
Orange, passion fruit or cherry,
Creaming soda, ginger, rum,
Caramel, natural, bubble gum,
Vanilla, mixed fruit, apple, pink.
There's your choices, now choose your drink!
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You'd be surprised what kind of sodas actually exist. I've had bacon, sweet corn and ranch. As well as a host of others.
- Hlaoroo
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I did see a picture of a garlic flavoured one the other day but I suspect it's gotta be photoshopped since it sounds so gross.
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The Horrible Restuarant
I ate at a restaurant this one time
The food was horrifying and full of grime
There were birds on the table
The televison had no cable
The food was undercooked and sometimes raw
The entertainment was a really total bore
The bathrooms were dysfunctional and had no pipe system
The porta potty we were forced to use were totally abysmal
The staff was slow and very rude
They didn't cover their mouth with the vomit they spewed
The hamburgers had a really horrible fungus
The spiders were huge and humongous
The rats soon died and started to rot
My drink tasted much more like snot
The music was low and incoherent
The mac and cheese properties were adherent
The building was by an active train station
The fish and chips were way past expiriation
The napkins there looked a lot more like rags
I was afraid that we would be carried out in body bags
The desserts weren't even spared
The ice cream tasted like a cow's derriere
They wanted a high amount of money for a kids meal
We didn't know because they didn't tell us the deal
The gumball machines were full of mold
It gives them a lot more flavor we were told
Eating here, you would probably end up 6 feet in the ground
Probably why the health inspector hasn't shut it down
So don't go near this restaurant when you are looking
Lest you want to end up puking
I posted this on an old DA account.
I ate at a restaurant this one time
The food was horrifying and full of grime
There were birds on the table
The televison had no cable
The food was undercooked and sometimes raw
The entertainment was a really total bore
The bathrooms were dysfunctional and had no pipe system
The porta potty we were forced to use were totally abysmal
The staff was slow and very rude
They didn't cover their mouth with the vomit they spewed
The hamburgers had a really horrible fungus
The spiders were huge and humongous
The rats soon died and started to rot
My drink tasted much more like snot
The music was low and incoherent
The mac and cheese properties were adherent
The building was by an active train station
The fish and chips were way past expiriation
The napkins there looked a lot more like rags
I was afraid that we would be carried out in body bags
The desserts weren't even spared
The ice cream tasted like a cow's derriere
They wanted a high amount of money for a kids meal
We didn't know because they didn't tell us the deal
The gumball machines were full of mold
It gives them a lot more flavor we were told
Eating here, you would probably end up 6 feet in the ground
Probably why the health inspector hasn't shut it down
So don't go near this restaurant when you are looking
Lest you want to end up puking
I posted this on an old DA account.
- Hlaoroo
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Yikes. *makes a note to avoid that restaurant*
The poem itself could use a little proof reading but overall it's very well done and quite revoltingly funny!
The poem itself could use a little proof reading but overall it's very well done and quite revoltingly funny!
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I did that poem in 2009. 5 years ago.
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My point stands. I have tried ranch flavored soda. Do not try ranch flavored soda. Luckily with my iron-stomach it's going to take a lot more than some carbonic acid and some awful flavors to rust it away.Hlaoroo wrote:I did see a picture of a garlic flavoured one the other day but I suspect it's gotta be photoshopped since it sounds so gross.
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Obviously you guys never tried smoke salmon pate soda.
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I made this poem just now:
Chopped
Throttled back and forth,
the tree had bent north.
The tree was a hand,
waving to the nearby land.
Like a tower,
it stood with great power.
But after all these years,
the tree was in tears,
because of it's inevitable destruction
for household construction.
I also wrote about a mire, but thinking about it leaves me ire.
Chopped
Throttled back and forth,
the tree had bent north.
The tree was a hand,
waving to the nearby land.
Like a tower,
it stood with great power.
But after all these years,
the tree was in tears,
because of it's inevitable destruction
for household construction.
I also wrote about a mire, but thinking about it leaves me ire.
A steady, but luminous glow of power in the dark
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I Think About You
You have been away for a while
And still all I can think about is your smile
How I wish that I could see you again
Even though you say that you only feel disdain
We had it good and we had it wonderful to that point
My love for you is so deep, it hurts my joints
I look back and I know that we didn't need to have that fight
Now I would do anything to make it alright
I wanna go back to that place where we had some comfort
My feelings for you I want to deport
I fought hard for you, you were my lady
But then got new friends and became shady
I don't want to move on, you are in my head
Because I have thoughts for you, when I sleep in bed
What would you do if you were in my shoes
If the positions were reversed, you wouldn't be a fool
Everywhere I go, I can still picture your face
You said that it was too much, and you wanted space
You went behind my back, and I became mad
Thinking back at it now, it truly makes me sad
Did you really only use me, you were never in love?
I try to keep these negative feelings from rising from above
You cheated on me then, and you cheat on me now
When karma comes around, you reap what you sow
My pain runs so deep, I don't think I can live
But I still love you so much, I keep on having my feelings in an archive
I can really only be in love with you, that is not pretend
I also see that you have a new boyfriend
I want to get back with you, you couldn't have moved on
But that is just a dream, you are real gone
Looking back at these poems 5 years later, they make me cringe a bit.
You have been away for a while
And still all I can think about is your smile
How I wish that I could see you again
Even though you say that you only feel disdain
We had it good and we had it wonderful to that point
My love for you is so deep, it hurts my joints
I look back and I know that we didn't need to have that fight
Now I would do anything to make it alright
I wanna go back to that place where we had some comfort
My feelings for you I want to deport
I fought hard for you, you were my lady
But then got new friends and became shady
I don't want to move on, you are in my head
Because I have thoughts for you, when I sleep in bed
What would you do if you were in my shoes
If the positions were reversed, you wouldn't be a fool
Everywhere I go, I can still picture your face
You said that it was too much, and you wanted space
You went behind my back, and I became mad
Thinking back at it now, it truly makes me sad
Did you really only use me, you were never in love?
I try to keep these negative feelings from rising from above
You cheated on me then, and you cheat on me now
When karma comes around, you reap what you sow
My pain runs so deep, I don't think I can live
But I still love you so much, I keep on having my feelings in an archive
I can really only be in love with you, that is not pretend
I also see that you have a new boyfriend
I want to get back with you, you couldn't have moved on
But that is just a dream, you are real gone
Looking back at these poems 5 years later, they make me cringe a bit.
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A forum
is an odd place to put
a poem.
Why would
I dare to post a poem?
I could
think about
anything, or type from my gut.
And shout
"Hey you!
Read my poem! You've not much
to do!"
is an odd place to put
a poem.
Why would
I dare to post a poem?
I could
think about
anything, or type from my gut.
And shout
"Hey you!
Read my poem! You've not much
to do!"
Just an Arc
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Love Thy Brother, No Matter What
Why does it matter if one has a different preference
We are all God's creation, and his loving brethren
But yet we still have time to nag
And say hurtful lies, like "God Hates Fags"
So he is a guy and he loves a guy to
Is hateful words and hateful actions the right things to do?
God loves all of his children, thats how it is
Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Transgenders, we're all fruit of his
Love is what makes th world go round
So its not far to tell gay people that they are hell bound
Its a choice and a lifestyle, a decision to love
Don't harp on with hatred, only soar like a dove
Nothing wrong with being in love with the same gender
Gays are NOT faulty products to be sent back to the sender
We have a double standard, while gays are thought of very low
Lesbians are hot, and a sexy exploitation show
People need to unite, it is God's master plan
Jesus loves you in spite, he's still your greatest fan
Preachers that bash, spew hatrid and rage
God should not let them in on the same page
Most states are against marrying, they will fight
But I thin gays should really have this right
Why does it matter if one has a different preference
We are all God's creation, and his loving brethren
But yet we still have time to nag
And say hurtful lies, like "God Hates Fags"
So he is a guy and he loves a guy to
Is hateful words and hateful actions the right things to do?
God loves all of his children, thats how it is
Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Transgenders, we're all fruit of his
Love is what makes th world go round
So its not far to tell gay people that they are hell bound
Its a choice and a lifestyle, a decision to love
Don't harp on with hatred, only soar like a dove
Nothing wrong with being in love with the same gender
Gays are NOT faulty products to be sent back to the sender
We have a double standard, while gays are thought of very low
Lesbians are hot, and a sexy exploitation show
People need to unite, it is God's master plan
Jesus loves you in spite, he's still your greatest fan
Preachers that bash, spew hatrid and rage
God should not let them in on the same page
Most states are against marrying, they will fight
But I thin gays should really have this right
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I wrote some limericks. If anyone else wants one, just give me a buzz.
There once was a dingo called Render
Who defeated the dragon of Ender
He fights like a troll
And noms BabyDoll
But to his friends he's gentle and tender.
A Berger Blanc Suisse dog is ready
With pencil in hand held quite steady
All day with his paws
On his tablet he draws
His webcomic, “Simon & Freddy”
There once was a squirrel named Goforit
Who bought a truck and paid a price that was low for it
He wished to chase storms
In all of their forms
But in winter there was far too much snow for it
There once was a sulenx called Aarden
Who built hi-tech heat sinks for guardin’
LED lamps from heat
And the word on the street
Is that for his rivals, competition will harden
There once was a dingo called Render
Who defeated the dragon of Ender
He fights like a troll
And noms BabyDoll
But to his friends he's gentle and tender.
A Berger Blanc Suisse dog is ready
With pencil in hand held quite steady
All day with his paws
On his tablet he draws
His webcomic, “Simon & Freddy”
There once was a squirrel named Goforit
Who bought a truck and paid a price that was low for it
He wished to chase storms
In all of their forms
But in winter there was far too much snow for it
There once was a sulenx called Aarden
Who built hi-tech heat sinks for guardin’
LED lamps from heat
And the word on the street
Is that for his rivals, competition will harden
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SUCKY POEM ALERT! I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I wrote this.
Pandora's Box
Who really knows what one will see
When you abandon all possibilities
You run into a place where you don't belong
All of your rights turns into wrongs
You don't know what will become of you
The sky is a fierce red, not blue
Everything becomes all dark and hazy
You lie about, just getting lazy
You have no clue what you have done
Now, there is no place that you can run
All the darkness and in beyond the knoll
Now its coming at you, to swallow you whole
You get sucked up, you fall in, its swinging like a pendulum
You are stuck in time now here, until the next millennium
You get spit out, you free fall, hard to understand
You look to the left, and you wonder where you are gonna land
Into an old cave, then eaten by a wild fox
That's what you get when you open Pandora's Box
Pandora's Box
Who really knows what one will see
When you abandon all possibilities
You run into a place where you don't belong
All of your rights turns into wrongs
You don't know what will become of you
The sky is a fierce red, not blue
Everything becomes all dark and hazy
You lie about, just getting lazy
You have no clue what you have done
Now, there is no place that you can run
All the darkness and in beyond the knoll
Now its coming at you, to swallow you whole
You get sucked up, you fall in, its swinging like a pendulum
You are stuck in time now here, until the next millennium
You get spit out, you free fall, hard to understand
You look to the left, and you wonder where you are gonna land
Into an old cave, then eaten by a wild fox
That's what you get when you open Pandora's Box