Author Topic: Poetry (Read 35531 times)

ztrumpet · « **Reply #60 on:** March 21, 2011, 07:38:27 pm »

I wish I could give that more than a +1. It makes me lol every time.

Spyro543 · « **Reply #61 on:** February 22, 2012, 04:23:27 pm »

This is one I randomly thought of.
Of thorn, berry, and bush;
Of twig, branch, and tree;
Of pebble, stone, and boulder;
Of dirt, ground, and grass;

Of forest.

Ok, I found out I kind of like this style, whatever style it is.

Of writing, thinking, and observing;
Of books, pens, and paper;
Of notes, work, and lessons;

Of school.

Another one.

Of small, sad, and alone;
Of bullied, harassed, and burdened;
Of blamed, punished, and ignored;
Of technology, computers, and devices;

Of myself.

Scipi · « **Reply #62 on:** February 27, 2012, 09:52:39 am »

Alright, found my old poetry thread on another forum.

A Puppet’s Dream

The Puppet, forever bound to its strings, moves to the will of the Puppeteer,
The Puppet wishes to pull its own strings and move only to its own will,
But when it looks far into the future, it sees only misery and despair,
And it sees that it will be let to rot, unwanted and uncared,
It tries to weep and woe but the Puppeteer will have none of it
and it is forced by its bonds to obey,
The Puppet dreams that it will, one day, decide to take its life in own hands like a sword and sever the bonds of its destiny,
The Puppet dreams that it will, one day, rise up and finally slay the despised Puppeteer,
Who had always decided its every move, and every gesture,
But when the Puppet wakes, it finds the strings still firmly attached to its arms and legs,
Again the Puppet tries to weep and woe but again the Puppeteer enacts his dominance over the pitiful creature without mercy,
We, like the Puppet, dream of wielding our own lives and severing our own strings,
Our own iron bonds,
We, the puppets, dream of becoming puppeteers,
But when we wake, we realize, we can’t, and never will.

Edit. This one's actually published, btw

turiqwalrus · « **Reply #63 on:** February 27, 2012, 11:32:46 am »

Quote from: Builderboy on March 21, 2011, 07:36:45 pm

Limerick of the week:

This calc geek did not like much drama
and so he came to Omnimaga
but then he got trolled
and he got rick rolled
and also you lost the game

heh... lines 1, 2, and 5 don't rhyme; therefore it's not a limerick

Half of the poetry here is somewhat depressing, though...

Spyro543 · « **Reply #64 on:** March 06, 2012, 05:03:04 pm »

I has poems for you guys!

Light
Light - golden sun light
Flows as if a liquid
Pours in through every little crack
In-between the blinds and the windows
Golden liquid light flows

The sun beams streak down the walls
Leaving splotches of light
On everything - from the blue walls
To the computer monitor
To the prism in my hand
And the disco ball hanging from the ceiling
That ball - covered with mirrors
Deflects the light flow
Onto the ceiling
Leaving points of light-
Sun light-
Golden sun light-
Everywhere.

Bird Feeder in Winter
Birds seem to be more plentiful in winter
They're out more
Searching for food; to find the bird feeder
Positioned in the garden
Which happens to be near the sliding glass door
Of our house.

I happen to be standing there, with binoculars
Watching the bird feeders.
The blue jays that stand on the ledge of the bird feeder
The cardinals that sit and watch
The woodpeckers that pick at the leftover Christmas ham
The slate-colored juncos that that peck at fallen food

And once in a while
A chickadee, tufted titmouse, or blue jay
Will fly down, land on the deck
And take a piece of cat food in its beak,
Until the cat comes along
And scares the birds away;
But they come back:
The blue jays, woodpeckers, juncos, cardinals, chickadees, and tufted titmice
To the bird feeder.

Squirrel Jump
The trees beside the driveway
Always get covered with snow first
These trees are squirrel magnets.

The little brown and grey squirrels
That scurry up and down the tree
Quite quickly.

They bravely scamper out onto the thinnest branches
That always bend under their weight
But never seem to break.

When they venture out onto these branches
They usually want to jump
From one snowy branch to another
And when they land
On the next branch
All the snow falls off
Like a falling white cloud.

Then they want to jump again.

Questions? Comments? Anything you think could be improved?

Nick · « **Reply #65 on:** March 06, 2012, 05:06:21 pm »

i especially like the 3rd one, from the squirrels

it feels natural, and still beautiful to me, and that's the way it should, so congratz !

TheNlightenedOne · « **Reply #66 on:** April 15, 2012, 06:32:08 pm »

These poems are great. But a lot are miserable!

Scipi · « **Reply #67 on:** April 16, 2012, 12:50:44 am »

Shambling aimlessly
Along the Treasured Path
Dreams of riches
Lay beyond my grasp

A road to happiness
This beautiful Treasured Path
The happiness is fleeting
With ones last gasp

Twisting and turning
This endless Treasured Path
The end is hopeless
I succumb to my wrath

A road to ruin
This vile Treasured Path
I fall to my knees
I feel its rasp

Alone and forgotten
This lonely Treasured Path
A light in the distance
My eyes grasp

I shamble aimlessly
Along the Treasured Path

Alternate:

Shambling aimlessly
Along the Treasured Path

A road to happiness
This beautiful Treasured Path

A road to eternity
This endless Treasured Path

A road to uncertainty
This simple Treasured Path

A road to lies
This deceitful Treasured Path

A road to hate
This vile Treasured Path

A road to ruin
This evil Treasured Path

A road for fools
This awful Treasured Path

A road to nowhere
This desolate Treasured Path

A road to nothing
This lonely Treasured Path

A road to death
This treasured, Treasured Path

Xeda112358 · « **Reply #68 on:** April 17, 2012, 04:37:30 pm »

Say,
"Hi."
Hello.
I know you.
You are familiar.
You are that person I once was.
Why is it like you are a reflection of my pains?
Is there some way I can help you?
I cannot say bye.
I need help.
Advice:
Laugh.
Love.

Freyaday · « **Reply #69 on:** April 17, 2012, 06:30:45 pm »

Here I Sit
At my Screen
And I Wonder
"What could this mean?

"I know I shut the door real tight,

"Held it shut with all my might,

"But, I guess, they were right,

"Screen doors on ships,

"Just aren't right.

Xeda112358 · « **Reply #70 on:** April 17, 2012, 08:57:29 pm »

Nice, Freyaday

Freyaday · « **Reply #71 on:** April 18, 2012, 12:01:52 am »

* Freyaday bows

Scipi · « **Reply #72 on:** May 10, 2012, 07:39:34 pm »

They Never Do

Don't you hate it when
You want someone to talk to you

And they never do
And they never do

You love them with all your heart
But you wonder

Do they feel the same for you
Do they feel the same for you

You are crying inside
You are falling into depression

Because you're feeling blue
Because you're feeling blue

Again and again
You cry out for them to talk to you

But they never hear you
But they never hear you

hellninjas · « **Reply #73 on:** May 10, 2012, 08:46:13 pm »

+1 to you Homer

Scipi · « **Reply #74 on:** May 11, 2012, 09:17:00 am »

Thanks. I tried talking to her about it. But I just made her REALLY angry.

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