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Title: Poetry
Post by: ztrumpet on January 05, 2011, 10:05:46 pm
I wrote this poem today.  It's entirely fiction (and not about anyone), but I think it reads well. Let me know what you think! ;D

Amanda

As white as snow
As black as night
She comes so near
It gives me fright

Her dress so white
Her skin so pale
Her hair so dark
I know I'll fail

Again she comes
Now is my chance
Should I ask now
Ask for a dance

Such heels she wears
Upon her feet
I glance back up
Our eyes, they meet

Our fingers touch
Her hand I squeeze
And then I ask
"Would you dance please"

As black as night
As white as snow
She is so fair
Yet she says "No"

Farewell my love
She was so right
And now I weep
Just at her sight
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: jnesselr on January 05, 2011, 10:09:22 pm
REJECTED! Sorry, had to. :devil:

Nice poem, though.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Happybobjr on January 05, 2011, 10:15:20 pm
reminds me of 1 i did...
i wrote it over a period of time so my outcome was independent of the begining, like yours.
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good job
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Eeems on January 05, 2011, 10:15:44 pm
Made my day :P
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Binder News on January 05, 2011, 10:16:04 pm
Very good. My poetry is far creepier.


And he who hath the Great King's orb, the tusk, and the dagger of ancient lore.
He shall drive the Fiend away. But will not fight, another day.
For as the portal to Hell doth close, the ground shall crumble beneath his toes.
And he shall follow the Fiend to Hell, to battle the Fiend, whom he must fell.
And God in glory shall open the doors, to let out the hero, end end his chores.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: ztrumpet on January 05, 2011, 10:18:14 pm
Quote from: Binder News on January 05, 2011, 10:16:04 pm
Very good. My poetry is far creepier.
Nice.  I like yours too. :)
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Binder News on January 05, 2011, 10:19:55 pm
Thanks. I wrote one about Shakespeare's grave, but don't remember it right now.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Happybobjr on January 05, 2011, 10:50:01 pm
not as good as yours but...

IF ONLY
-------------

if only I knew better,
would i be good enough for you?
will i ever be enough
oh, if only i knew...

her beauty, elegance, and grace
my heart has given chase.

She is beauty,
She is divine,
Oh, will she ever be mine?


when she is silent i feel peace
and with her voice there is pleasure.

with her voice i hear
i feel an urge to be near
but also shyness and fear.


She is funny, cunning, and smart
she is like a peace of art

She is the bestt you can find
with her strong will and mind
She is truly one of a kind.  (as a good thing)

We grew to be good friends
I thought there would be happy ends

I love her.
She liked me.
but things were not meant to be.


But oh, where did i go wrong?
her feelings did not last long.

i feel grief
i feel dispair
oh, life is not fair.


She drifted away
her love did not stay.

I pity me.
now that i've been shown
that i will die alone.


My feelings for her remain
untainted by feelings of hate or distain.

My love stays
it will always be acute. (sharp not <90 degrees)
standing resolute.

Her emotions are blind to me.
She shows no emotion that i can see.

Oh, how does she feel...
Happy? Sad?
Lonely? Mad?


So long has this stayed,
its seems no progress has been made.
If only i were better
would i be enough for you?
---------------------
This is about the girl whose drawing i posted way back.

True story.
Written on my ds. Took 30 min...
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 06, 2011, 03:32:51 am
Some nice stuff here. I suck at poetry, but I like reading some stuff.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Netham45 on January 06, 2011, 12:34:36 pm
Here's my poetry:

/me explodes
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: holmes221b on January 06, 2011, 12:39:44 pm
Nice.
I have a lot of poems that I've written over the years (you can find all of the ones I've ever posted anywhere online listed here (http://holmes221b.livejournal.com/101518.html) at my livejournal).
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Ashbad on January 06, 2011, 01:40:48 pm
Quote from: Binder News on January 05, 2011, 10:16:04 pm
Very good. My poetry is far creepier.


And he who hath the Great King's orb, the tusk, and the dagger of ancient lore.
He shall drive the Fiend away. But will not fight, another day.
For as the portal to Hell doth close, the ground shall crumble beneath his toes.
And he shall follow the Fiend to Hell, to battle the Fiend, whom he must fell.
And God in glory shall open the doors, to let out the hero, end end his chores.



Both are good, but for some reason Binde's seemed to have more imagery :P

Nice work both of you!  I'm a decent poet myself, but I suck at rhyming and it takes me the most time and usually subsitutes in for creativeness, since I can never find a rhyme to anything :P

Cool :D
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: yunhua98 on January 06, 2011, 05:33:15 pm
All of them are great!  But I must say Netham's is by far the best.  ;)  :P
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Eeems on January 06, 2011, 07:57:42 pm
My poetry is usually really dark and I don't rhyme, I prefer freeverse
Quote
Being lost is not a foreign concept for us
Behind grey walls
deep in the maze

did we build it?
or did it just appear?

Obscured by mists
Trampling vines to the ground
Here we are,
Searching for a way out
Out from this prison
It's daunting grey walls
blocking our view

Could this be anything but our lies?
Or our deepest thoughts?
Written like 1 minute ago in about 3 minutes.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Ashbad on January 06, 2011, 08:00:17 pm
Quote from: Eeems on January 06, 2011, 07:57:42 pm
My poetry is usually really dark and I don't rhyme, I prefer freeverse
Quote
Being lost is not a foreign concept for us
Behind grey walls
deep in the maze

did we build it?
or did it just appear?

Obscured by mists
Trampling vines to the ground
Here we are,
Searching for a way out
Out from this prison
It's daunting grey walls
blocking our view

Could this be anything but our lies?
Or our deepest thoughts?
Written like 1 minute ago in about 3 minutes.

your poem is excellent.  I love freeverse, it is not confined to any form, and can give a message much easier.

Yeah I can tell your poem was quickly written by small amount of imagery, but much better than what I could do in 3 minutes for sure, I'm much slower :)
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Eeems on January 06, 2011, 08:04:46 pm
Thanks :) Yeah that's the reason I like it too, not to mention, when I start rhyming I sound like a tard.

Usually I don't use that much imagery in any of my poems, I prefer using concepts and a tiny bit and let the rest develop in the readers mind.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 07, 2011, 12:09:43 am
The only thing I made that could maybe be some sort of poem is the ROL3 intro and what I wrote for ROL4, but I don't even know if that could be considered as a poem :P

Also a way to make sure your poem rhyme properly is to add the word "desu" at the end of every line.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Eeems on January 07, 2011, 12:18:51 am
Quote from: DJ Omnimaga on January 07, 2011, 12:09:43 am
Also a way to make sure your poem rhyme properly is to add the word "desu" at the end of every line.
++
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Happybobjr on January 07, 2011, 04:50:53 pm
Quote from: DJ Omnimaga on January 07, 2011, 12:09:43 am
The only thing I made that could maybe be some sort of poem is the ROL3 intro and what I wrote for ROL4, but I don't even know if that could be considered as a poem :P

Also a way to make sure your poem rhyme properly is to add the word "desu" at the end of every line.

That would be a boring poem as desu is the Japanese "being" verb. ie. am, is, was.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: ztrumpet on January 07, 2011, 05:18:31 pm
It's what I am.
What I always will be.
I will never another be.

It's what I desu.
What I always will desu.
I will never another desu.

:P
Title: Poetry
Post by: Eeems on January 08, 2011, 06:08:50 pm
Showcase your poetry here :) (I was inspired by the Amanda thread)
Quote
Past lies forgotten
Past lies unwanted
Forget your pain
Move forward, don't look back
Get our of the snares,
This pain has put on your heart
Love again
Live again
Move on

Don't let it swallow you alive
Don't sink into the pit
Move forward into the light
Get out from the darkness
Don't let your past define your future
You are better then the mistakes
You are better then other's bad choices
You are better

Become the real you
Don't slip down that slope
You have the strength to climb out
I wrote this a couple of weeks after Amy broke up with me. It kind of shows the state of my inner struggle with myself.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: yunhua98 on January 08, 2011, 06:12:03 pm
sorry about that...  Great poem though.  ;)
also, is that why she hasn't been coming online lately?
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Eeems on January 08, 2011, 06:14:47 pm
Thanks
Yeah probably, although she didn't come online much anyways. Now that we aren't together she has no reason to get on here.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: ztrumpet on January 08, 2011, 07:02:43 pm
I didn't realize that you two broke up.  Sorry man. :-\
Nice poem. :D
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Eeems on January 08, 2011, 07:09:00 pm
Yeah, kind of old news :/ I'm over it though mostly.

Thanks :) I should post more. I also should make a poem for the intro of TBP...
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 08, 2011, 07:09:58 pm
Yeah I remember when I saw it on Facebook, I was sad for you. :(

Nice poem, btw
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Eeems on January 08, 2011, 07:11:22 pm
Yeah, it was a pretty rough time for me.

Thanks :)
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 08, 2011, 07:11:23 pm
lol

Actually I think I heard someone kept saying it at the end of every sentence no matter what

Hey guys! desu
I feel very happy today desu!
I lost the game, though desu.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Eeems on January 08, 2011, 07:12:41 pm
Quote from: DJ Omnimaga on January 08, 2011, 07:11:23 pm
Hey guys! desu
I feel very happy today desu!
I lost the game, though desu.
That is pure win :p

I lost the game though :(
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 08, 2011, 07:21:14 pm
Lol :P

Anyway the closest thing to a poem I even did was

You cannot change the future
But if there is no future
You have to create one

Everything that has a beginning
Has an end…

:P

That's all

I also believe one of the ROL4 projects from 2004 had some form of poem at the beginning that appeared like in Final Fantasy 1, 2 and 3 for the NES and FFIV The After Years.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:00:37 pm
Ooh, I like poems! Who'da thunk it on a calculator website... most of my poems go elsewhere, but I kinda wanna post one. Here is one I kind of like:

             I am I
             By Zeda E.
I do not want to change, but I want to heal,
I want to heal the wounds,
The wounds of discovery,
The discovery of myself.

I walk the dark at night,
The stars my only light,
Facing my daytime pains,
With nighttime questions.

When the world is my problem,
How do I answer the question,
When everybody is the question,
And only the stars are there to guide me?

How do I break away from who I am,
To change the world I live in,
After years of searching for myself,
How can I throw it all away.

I want to change, but I do not want to die,
I do not want to lose who I am,
To lose what I have become,
To lose myself.

I want to cry,
I truly do,
But I cannot,
And so I try,

I look to the sky,
The guidance of my stars,
I look to the ground,
The path of my life.

My eyes won't,
So I let my body,
I let it seperate from me,
I let it lose itself.

I search my soul,
To cut out the cancerous growth,
And I find it,
The patch of life that has been stealing me.

I draw it out,
Separate it from the rest,
And I go to cut,
To hesitate.

It is still a part of me,
How can I cut it out,
Something that has defined me,
For all these years?

Why take the easy way,
And kill myself,
When I can just heal,
The hard way?

So I leave it,
Away from my body,
But still connected,
Healing what I can.

I will be back,
I will take over,
I will be myself,
But for now I am I.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Happybobjr on January 25, 2011, 04:09:13 pm
Quote from: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:00:37 pm
I do not want to change, but I want to heal,
I want to heal the wounds
The wounds of discovery,
The discovery of myself.
Great technique.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:10:29 pm
Yeah, I liked the sound of it when I wrote it, so I kept it. I decided that it would be pretty irritating if the whole poem was that way, though. Thanks! ^-^
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Happybobjr on January 25, 2011, 04:13:56 pm
Quote from: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:10:29 pm
Yeah, I liked the sound of it when I wrote it, so I kept it. I decided that it would be pretty irritating if the whole poem was that way, though. Thanks! ^-^

I always have trouble with rhythm in my poems.
You may notice from "If Only"  I had to make up my own rhyme scheme :banghead:

Quote from: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:00:37 pm
Ooh, I like poems! Who'da thunk it on a calculator website... most of my poems go elsewhere,

The type of people here, I think this is a very appropriate spot. (Comparing to sports forums and the like)
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:18:55 pm
Yeah, good point. It's just that I hear people complaining about writing and stuff, so I just assume that this isn't a normal recreational activity. But yeah, it definitely makes more sense here than other places... it's just too bad that more artistically oriented sites don't let us upload programs there... Plus, poetry and math DO go together well...
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Binder News on January 25, 2011, 04:32:42 pm

When darkness surrounds,
and Death abounds,
and fire and flames come forth from the ground,
the Devil shall rise,
and Heaven shall fall,
and the Angels will sound
their las trumpeting call!
The Devil will scream,
and his demons will fly,
and God will flee,
and wonder why,
he ever let the Devil stay,
the one who said he'd rue the day.
The day the Lucifer fell in flames,
and ended perfection's utopian reign.
And yet, as the final hour draws nigh,
hope will spring form the Devil's eye.
A cursed soul, brought back to reign,
will turn his heart to God again.
And in doing so, will break the spell,
that locked damnation deep in Hell.


I am dramatic.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:47:01 pm
Wow. Very nice. That is really good!
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: holmes221b on January 25, 2011, 04:49:09 pm
In the silence I stand
Alone, abandoned by friend and ally.
In the face of darkness, of madness,
I stand tall.

Pretty short and simple, but I like it.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: ztrumpet on January 25, 2011, 04:49:25 pm
Xeda, that's pretty cool.  I only wonder if it's about an experience or if it's fictional... :D

Binder News, that's awesome. It flows and rhymes its way through to my soul.  Very well written, wow. ;D Excellent poem. ;D

Edit:  I got double ninja'd.  Holmes, that's awesome.  It's cool too. ^-^
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 04:58:25 pm
I like it Holmes! In my style, I would have used Abandoned by friend and foe or something like that, usually because my style uses loneliness and solitude, but the way you wrote it sounds like you have been abandoned (but willing) to face everything alone. That's pretty neat in just four lines.

(and by willing, that could be by choice or force, but you have chosen your path and you chose the hard road)
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Binder News on January 25, 2011, 07:09:16 pm

Shame is what binds us.
Fear is what moves us.
And greed shall force us on.

Joy is what enlightens us.
Freedom is what gives us pleasure.
And hope allows us to dream.

And for all that is evil in this world, hope shall shine, a candle in the dark.
For while hope lives on, so do we.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 07:27:24 pm
      Theirs
When the whole world cares,
When the whole world dares,
Will it be enough to save,
What was never theirs?

Does the world need to die,
Do the children need to cry,
Before our own eyes,
Are no longer dry?

Do we need to lose our humanity,
Or do we need to lose ourselves,
Before we meet insanity,
And become empty shells?

Why can't we share?
Why do we lie?
Where is the world,
That is no longer there?
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Binder News on January 25, 2011, 09:31:36 pm

Wants and needs,
confused through time,
as equals they are not.

Needs are of sustenance, shelter, and water.
Wants are of toys and games to play.
Needs are of loving, caring, and kindness.
Wants are of showers and baths everyday.

People compare by the things they hold dearest.
And as those are lessened, all people shall find,
Gameboys and jewlery and iPods and purses,
can hold not a candle to a loved one's time.

And so my message is clear as can be.
Important are the needs.

Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: ztrumpet on January 25, 2011, 09:38:57 pm
For whilst this poet rambles on
A lobster sings his lament song
As Astly still trolls by night
Pleading with his banished might

For whilst DJ Omni sits amongst the fray
Waiting, wanting time to say
"Astly's drinking water from a cup
Cause he's Never Gonna Give You Up"
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on January 25, 2011, 09:48:01 pm
 :o
I am awed by your talent. That is really awesome ztrumpet! That... that is just... Wow. Too much. Wow.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: DJ Omnimaga on January 26, 2011, 01:56:10 am
Wow great stuff people! I especially like the first two and I think the 2nd one would fit easily for an RPG intro.

Also lol Ztrumpet, nice ;D
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: holmes221b on February 21, 2011, 10:25:54 am
My precalculus class got canceled today, so I decided to take advantage of my unexpected free time to do exactly what I would have been doing had class not been canceled--take notes (I like to stay ahead of the teacher by a couple sections when it comes to my notes)--, when I came across an example entitled 'Solving a Trigonometric Equation Quadratic in Form'. My inner poet couldn't leave that alone and I ended up writing a short little poem about solving trig equations that are in quadratic form.

Solving a Trigonometric Equation Quadratic in Form
Solving a trigonometric equation quadratic in form
Is easier to solve than it is to say.
Just use the Quadratic Formula--
But only if
The equation is
A second-degree polynomial--,
Or factoring.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: turiqwalrus on February 21, 2011, 10:42:33 am
poetry is fun
but the only poem I wrote
is not worth our time
haiku. :P
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 21, 2011, 11:22:21 am
This is one I wrote because I like patterns >_>

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.
Some advice:
Laugh.
Love.
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: yunhua98 on February 21, 2011, 11:25:43 am
wow, these are great!

btw, should this be merged with the poetry topic?
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 21, 2011, 11:29:57 am
Cool, there is a poetry topic?
Title: Re: Amanda
Post by: yunhua98 on February 21, 2011, 11:36:34 am
http://ourl.ca/8672

yup.  ;)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 21, 2011, 11:41:13 am
I wrote this a few months ago when I wasn't feeling so great :(
Quote
There is no I in happy,
There is no me in content,
We just don't mix.

There is an I in solitude,
A me in time,
It's all the same.
 
I have nobody,
I have nothing,
Nothing to hold onto.
 
I know pain,
I know misery,
I can feel the sadness.
 
I know it is there,
There is no reason,
It is just a part of me.
 
I can try to fix it,
But what is the point,
Do you see mine?
 
Yes, this is a vent,
I know what I am doing,
I need to get it out.
 
But it isn't going to help,
It is still going to be there,
It hasn't left in 13 years.
 
Why should it go?
It is all I know,
It is a comfort.
 
I have been happy,
I have felt joy,
I think I know love.
 
I don't want a body,
I don't want a voice,
I want a person.
 
Or maybe just an end,
Of the thoughts,
But that is pointless.
 
I can live,
And I will,
But that doesn't stop the want.
 
I have wants,
It is true,
So what do I want?
 
I am not sure,
Right now I think,
I think I want to be happi.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: yunhua98 on February 21, 2011, 11:45:00 am
Nice!
I like the happi at the end.  ;)

and just to find loopholes, there's an "I" in Happiness.  ;)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 21, 2011, 11:50:40 am
:P
I realised that at the very end, but this was an instance where I came up with the title before I actually wrote the poem, so I stuck with happi. Plus, I think it says more than "happiness" because I wanted to get across that I wanted to change and if that meant I had to find a way to put an "I in happy," I would.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: yunhua98 on February 21, 2011, 11:52:08 am
nonetheless, sounds good

also, I think I'm going to merge this topic with Amanda, but keep it titled poetry.

EDIT: since these topics we active at part of the same time, some of the posts are kinda interlaced, sorry for the confusion.  ;)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: turiqwalrus on February 21, 2011, 12:00:14 pm
here's one that I wrote in the RPG thread. It's not so great, but oh well.
some context included...

Quote from: turiqwalrus on February 16, 2011, 05:56:47 pm
as you are trying to run away, a sinister figure detaches itself from the shadows of a building. He looks like a stereotypical villain, complete with waxed black mustache, black cape, and a white cat trailing behind./me snatches the TI-81 from yeong and runs.

So, now we have a villain: me!
I shall be in my icy fortress, building a global mind-control device with the TI-81 as the core.

And now for a short cutscene poem:

Despite this unfortunate turn of events,
yeong and co. set up their camp.
As they were putting up their tents
they knew turiq's power would be amped              (yes, I know. bad rhyme)

Amongst the blue lobsters in the night,
yeongjincool prepares to fight
as turiq watches on with glee,
he wonders that yeong didn't flee...

and so the hero embarks on his quest
by the blue lobsters he has been blest.
but what will happen to our hero?
will he vanquish the evil, or be left dead in the snow?

hmm..., maybe an edited version of this for an RPG project?

/me bows dramatically before fleeing into the shadows and warping to his fortress with a small *pop*
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: ztrumpet on February 21, 2011, 12:02:46 pm
Wow, Xeda, those are both great!  Excellent poems. :)

Holmes, yours made me lol. :P

Edit: After being ninja'd, I must say turiqwalrus, your poem is pretty tight. :D
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 21, 2011, 12:09:12 pm
My poetry always happens when I am smitten, saddened, or distressed, it seems :D
Quote
It is true,
I am who I am,
Though I still don't know who that is,

I'll get there,
We all make it,
But that doesn't stop the hurt,

I just want it,
The answer,
Without the end,

I don't want it gone,
The struggle,
The purpose,

But purpose is painful,
Agonizing,
Slow,

And the answer is,
Seductive,
Desired,

But the end,
It isn't,
It is,

The end.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: 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
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: ztrumpet on March 21, 2011, 07:38:27 pm
I wish I could give that more than a +1.  It makes me lol every time. :P
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Spyro543 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.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on February 27, 2012, 09:52:39 am
Alright, found my old poetry thread on another forum. XD

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 ;)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: turiqwalrus 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 :P
Half of the poetry here is somewhat depressing, though...
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Spyro543 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?
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Nick 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 !
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: TheNlightenedOne on April 15, 2012, 06:32:08 pm
These poems are great. But a lot are miserable!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi 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
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 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.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Freyaday 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.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on April 17, 2012, 08:57:29 pm
Nice, Freyaday XD
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Freyaday on April 18, 2012, 12:01:52 am
/me bows
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi 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
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: hellninjas on May 10, 2012, 08:46:13 pm
+1 to you Homer :3
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on May 11, 2012, 09:17:00 am
Thanks. I tried talking to her about it. But I just made her REALLY angry. :/
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on June 07, 2012, 03:42:35 am
Sometimes I have too much time on my hands to sit and think

Patience and persistence
Words I hear so much
Warm and alluring to hear
But cold to the touch

To speak of days
When all is revealed
Why it is important
And it is concealed

Our collective vision
Blinded by a veil
Only to lift
When we prevail

Don't look with your eyes
Only your mind
Then you will see
That we are blind

And sometimes I don't get any sleep XD

Is it a crime
To rhyme like a mime
As much the day is long?

It comes quick
Like the lick of a stick
As it rolls off my tongue
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Freyaday on June 12, 2012, 05:58:54 pm
I've got a white pen
It writes white ink
It makes things lighter
Or so I think

I used it on some yellow
That was rather dark
It made it brighter
The contrast was quite stark

But then I looked up from my paper
At the school bus, just arrived,
It seems rather off,
A difference quite contrived

As if someone was pointing out to me
That something was quite wrong
But I went on heedless;
The bus was like that all along.

It was then a drop of red
Fell upon my page
My nose was bleeding on my paper!
I flew into a mental rage

How dare it mess up my paper?
My paper with white ink?
I'll teach that blood a lesson.
Next time, it'll think.

I took my white pen
And I blotted out that red
After that, I looked up,
And saw that everyone looked quite dead.

I shrugged it off;
Humans have always been pallid
I return to my paper,
And see something quite rancid.

There's blue lines all across the page!
Marring the beautiful white!
I know what must be done
To fix this horrible blight.

I whip out my white pen
And run it across the paper
Boustrophedonically,
Like a farming crusader.

I finish up my noble quest,
And look up at the sky
Such a majestic white swath
So pleasing to the eye.

I look and see a tree
Its leaves are green and its bark, too
What kind of tree is that?
So I whiten it up, too.

'Twas then I saw my shoes
They were orange; that couldn't do.
So I took out my white pen.
You know the rest, don't you?

I looked out upon the world,
And saw some purple black
So I went to fix it
My white pen went "snicker-snack"

I looked around once again
And all was white, as it should.
I fell to the ground that day
Get up again? I never could.

They say that after I died,
The world stopped being blank.
I hope they know it's not my fault;
They have my pen to thank.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: TheNlightenedOne on June 12, 2012, 09:45:43 pm
These are some great poems. Nice work, everyone.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: parserp on June 12, 2012, 09:48:21 pm
Quote from: Freyaday on June 12, 2012, 05:58:54 pm
Boustrophedonically
+1 for using a word I didn't know. ;)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on November 05, 2012, 08:02:59 am
For Netham :3

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hate to say it,
But so are you.

♥
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Yeong on November 05, 2012, 09:57:19 pm
Anyone up for sestina challenge? ;)
http://poetry.about.com/od/poeticforms/g/sestina.htm
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: _Nicco_ on November 05, 2012, 10:58:37 pm
Wow these poems are great!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on November 17, 2012, 12:53:15 am
I just wrote this. It's not really a poem, but this is the best fitting thread.

Split

I can help you

You can't help me

Why not? I can give you peace. Endless bliss

I can't... I would disappoint too many people

Don't think of them. When you're with me, they don't exist

They do

I can give you all you want. Everything you've dreamed of

It's too easy... I can't

It'd just be you, me, and an endless world in a padded cell

No, I must take resposibility

Just give up. Give yourself to me and never worry

I. Must. Take. Responsibility

Well then. When you fail, you know where to find me

I won't fail

Hehe, we'll talk again

[/end]

I feel like this quite a lot. It just, seems so easy. Just to let go of reality, live where ever and however you want. After all, all reality is is what we perceive, is it not? Luckily I only get like this when I'm very tired, like I am now.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on February 13, 2013, 02:24:37 am
I wrote this Valentine poem.. It's the first I've ever written, actually.

Roses are lies
Let's cast aside
This illusion
Of my intrusion

Your cold dark mind
Has cast me blind
With insanity
As company

Madness we share
And should we dare
We embrace
Its bitter taste

To share madness together
What could be better
Will you be mine
My cold dark Valentine?
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: TIfanx1999 on February 13, 2013, 02:44:09 am
I like it, the fact that it isn't typical makes it great. :D
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 13, 2013, 07:40:44 am
Homer-16, that is pretty awesome o.o
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: pimathbrainiac on February 13, 2013, 08:56:02 am
I wrote this one today for Valentine's

Sadly, she has a boyfriend (who she's known for less than a year D: )

I constantly think
And think and think
About you, my love
And see the link

I met you years back
And I wish I could remember
What it was like
When I met you that December

Since then you’ve had several
But you have always been mine
But I ask this again:
Will you be my valentine?
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on February 13, 2013, 11:34:49 am
Quote from: Art_of_camelot on February 13, 2013, 02:44:09 am
I like it, the fact that it isn't typical makes it great. :D
Quote from: Xeda112358 on February 13, 2013, 07:40:44 am
Homer-16, that is pretty awesome o.o

Thanks :D

I wrote it for the admin of a Facebook page themed around insanity.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-Dahmer/100641303452546 (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-Dahmer/100641303452546)
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on February 13, 2013, 12:48:25 pm
Hehe, "welcome to the asylum" sounds like an Emilie Autumn thing XD
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Freyaday on February 14, 2013, 04:41:43 pm

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Our house burned down,
It burned right up,
No one died,
But that's just luck.

All our stuff's ashes,
An unrecoverable, sodden mess
And none of our insurance will cover us
Because their lawyers are the best.

So we sit around with cocoa
That the firefighters brought,
And we salute each other with our refrain,
Newly hewn and wrought:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

It's cold as balls outside,
But it never deigned to snow.
Just another "screw you"
From the Christmas Present Ghost.

The ambulance's battery died
And the backup hit a tree
But I guess that's what you get
With spiked eggnog at a coterie.

So now we all sit around,
Huddled up in a collective mess,
It's the worst day of our lives,
So we salute each other how we know best:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

The wind is picking up now
And the sun is going down,
The Christmas Spirit has it in for us,
An' it won't stop with our frowns.

So finally the paramedics
Show up in a beat-up truck
That may once have passed for an ambulance,
But now it's just a "Fuck!"

And so we shiver around,
While they make room for us in the beds
We know this is supposed to be cheerful.
But we just repeat our refrain instead:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Sirens blare and flashers glare,
And the driver runs a red
And I guess he didn't see us
Because now he's dead.

Just walking in the crosswalk
He had right-of-way
But we are in an "ambulance"
Of that, make what you may.

And so we all lie in our beds,
Thoroughly jostled about,
And once again we raise our cheer
For this new-dead lout:

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

And so another ambulance
Comes to pick this one up
And we're wondering what misfortune
Will ruin all their luck.

Perhaps they get sideswiped
Perhaps they magically drown
But what we didn't expect
Was that they made it on down.

As we're moved about once more
We turn to our refrain
Now it's something we gather behind
From its strength we gain.

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

We make it to the hospital
Perhaps our luck's run out?
But no, we spoke too soon;
A wall of flames greets us, a veritable, roaring gout.

So the ambulance turns back around,
And heads for the next nearest ER
But not only is it miles away,
The gas tank won't take us that far

So as the drivers hunt for diesel,
We just look at each other and sigh;
It's about time for another chorus
One last time 'fore we die;

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

Somehow we make it there,
And we're unloaded from the truck.
Maybe, we'll be OK!
Oh, why'd I say that? FUCK!

Now we're stuck in line
Behind a tourbus, overturned.
Lots of car trouble today.
At least none of them got burned.

We don't even look at each other--
We know what to do.
We open our mouths to sing:
One! Two!

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell.

So now we're being treated;
Skin grafts for all!
There's not a time set for release,
But that's ok, we've had our Fall.

It's a long climb up ahead,
A struggle, back up top,
But it's gonna be worth it,
Laughing at all those fops.

It's nowhere near that time any more,
But we keep the words the same.
One last time for everyone;
Here goes our refrain!

Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.
We can't sing too well,
But have a merry fucking Christmas,
'Cause we've all been through Hell!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on February 14, 2013, 04:48:17 pm
I can feel their cynicism. :P
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Freyaday on February 14, 2013, 04:49:33 pm
Quote from: HOMER-16 on February 14, 2013, 04:48:17 pm
I can feel their cynicism. :P
I wasn't being cynical! Honest!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Augs on February 14, 2013, 05:25:56 pm
Tis a mundane book
In the thick of the study
It won't give you a look
Yet it cost quite some money

It's contents dull
But with another eye
It is something to mull
I am not quite sure why

Edit: yes I know it's horrible
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on February 14, 2013, 05:54:51 pm
Augs, perfect description of college textbooks :P
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Augs on February 15, 2013, 04:40:09 pm
Thank you.

Ninja edit:Wasn't meant to be about them but I will say it was all along.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: pimathbrainiac on February 26, 2013, 02:58:53 pm
A quick poem I just came up with about the interwebs



One does not simply
Say “All your base are belonging to us”
But when you lose THE GAME
Sorunome made you
So don’t fuss

Nyan nyan nyan
The leek spin spun
Nyan nyan nyan
The interwebs have begun

Your life
What life?
OMNIMAGA, DUH!
What about the interwebs?
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…

Rickroll’d
Wut? Never heard?
Click this shortened URL
You’ll get what you deserve

Time to go
/ me must say
The interwebs are starting
Hip! Hip!
HOORAY!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: pimathbrainiac on April 12, 2013, 03:38:18 pm
I put this on deviantArt, but I thought I'd put it here as well.

It is called, "That December"



That day
What happened?
Why can't I remember?
What did I do?
What happened that December?

What happened to me?
I don't know what you hid
I know that I was evil
But I don't know what I did

I see the future
Not the past
Why do I no longer know
Any memories that last

That December!
I truely remember when
But I don't remember how or what
Made my punishment begin

I remember the cry!
The cry that I caused you!
What did I do?
I didn't want to hurt you!

You will lie to me no longer!
That December I heard bells
I will go and probe your mind
For your memory that tells!

I'm raging! Please tell me!
No more lies! No longer!
I've been reduced to tears!
Tell me, memory hogger!

That December!
Let me remember!
What made me lose my mind!
That December!
Please tell me!
Tell me what I would find!

It came to this!
I'll probe you!
I really will! It's true!
You tell me that I wouldn't!
Just because I love you!

That December!
Tell me what I did do!
That December in my past life!
Why do I only remember you?

I love you, but will not hesitate!
When I break your mind, your mind so great!
You will show me what I need to know!
What did I do out in the snow?

That December!
Let me remember!
What made me not recollect?
That December!
Please tell me!
Why I was punished from the last life we met!
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: pimathbrainiac on April 14, 2013, 02:14:26 pm
I wrote this poem before the one that I just posted. It is also on deviantArt.

Also: I would really like some comment feedback!

It is titled: "I need them back"



A sea
A sea of memories
That never seem to fade
I won't forget
The time we spent
Fighting against the raid

I never thought
That I would go
And die out in the snow
But when I did
You didn't get rid
Of the time before death row

I came back again
This time better
Smarter than before
But all I did
Was getting rid
Of all things from before


And when I died
That very life
I got rid of all my strife
But I still repent
The time not spent
With you in that very life

I came again
Older and wiser
No longer a big miser
That life still going
And I'm still growing
Atop a different riser

I know that I was bad before
Please give them back!
I swear!
For only knowing how I died
Is really quite rare!

What did I do to lose
Those other memories of mine?
I need them back!
Please give them back!
I'll be the best person possible this time!

STOP PUNISHING ME!
I NEED THOSE!
THOSE MEMORIES OF MINE!
PLEASE GIVE THEM BACK!
I'LL DO ANYTHING THIS TIME!

HELP ME!
PLEASE HELP!
I NEED THEM BACK!
I NEED THEM BACK!

Sorry for yelling
I'm just upset
At this punishment of mine
I'm so so sorry
I'll be a better man this time
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Scipi on May 04, 2013, 07:44:03 pm
Trying my hand at a freestyle kind of poem.

My heart torn apart to pieces by you. Seeking perfection, affection, spreading infection Till you love me too.
Your eyes full of surprise and innocuous lies lighthearted Hi's sorrowed goodbyes hidden in your eyes until love dies
and your eyes go dark and you're alone in your heart. They lose their spark that I wish to revive and in your heart, I wish to reside on this wild ride and I am yours, will you be mine?
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Xeda112358 on June 25, 2014, 12:37:02 pm
Necropost! :D

I made one, but my computer crashed before I could save the lyrics, so... spoken poetry! :D

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1o48hVklFls (http://vocaroo.com/i/s1o48hVklFls)


I like dark stuff.