Poetry Thread

modjoe86

No, this isn't me asking for poetry review. After all this deep forum reading tonight my brain's gears are kicking. I feel like readin some good poetry. I don't care what kind of poem. It can be deep, funny, insightful. Surprise me you intellectual beacons.



If this looks like a poem

I might as well warn you at the beginning

that it's not meant to be one.

I don't want to turn anything into poetry.

I know all about her part in it

but I'm not concerned with that right now.

This is between you and me.

Personally I don't give a damn who led who on:

in fact I wonder if I give a damn at all.

But a man's got to say something.

Anyhow you fed her 5 MacKewan Ales,

took her to your room, put the right record on,

and in an hour or two it was done.

I know all about passion and honour

but unfortunately this has really nothing to do with either:

oh there was passion I'm only too sure

and even a little honour

but the important thing was to cuckold Leonard Cohen.

Hell, I might just as well address this to the both of you:

I haven't time to write anything else.

I've got to say my prayers.

I've got to wait by the window.

I repeat: the important thing was to cuckold Leonard Cohen.

I like that line because it's got my name in it.

What really makes me sick

is that everything goes on as it went before:

I'm still a sort of friend,

I'm still a sort of lover.

But not for long:

that's why I'm telling this to the two of you.

The fact is that I'm turning to gold, turning to gold.

It's a long process, they say,

it happens in stages.

This is to inform you that I've already turned to clay.



Leonard Cohen - The Cuckold's Song

Astropuyo

 

I shall do this before I sleep, a HCI induced poem. Free style. in "LOL" format.

The wind sheer was calm ever lapping at my ear.

Rolling plains smile deeply from their rugged face, I am home.

A foot hill seen from the distant emerald see(a),  I am home.

Into my burrow I run with glee.

It's time for bisquits and a bit of tea!

A hobbit is home.

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Funny I just realized a jackass post of mine falls under modern commentary poetry. While not traditional, I've seen this used to express grief in the war, mothers/fathers reading the letters they recieve when a child is killed on the battlefront. The real version I heard at a rally truely made me well up, didn't cry but I could of.

I bring to you sad news...

No man should ever have to write this to a mother, let alone his forum goons.

At aprx . 09:00 mmorpg was caught in a cross fire between mmfps and mmo's.

I'm am writing you to express my deepest sympathies.

Mmorpg  died on the evac to the med center with massive wounds to his M and RP, the surgeons did everything they could but the damage was far too extenive,

The life of a game genre is often hard but mmorpg served his country well, and as he was paid the ultimate price. MMORPG will forever be known as a soldier who fought for what he believed in, may god have pity on you his family and he himself.

Sincerly,

               Col.Garriot

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modjoe86

I guess I'll do an epitaph in the form form of an English sonnet.



So they say: every good game must come

to a sudden end. So it is with this.

We feel abandoned, shadow lined with glum.

MMORPG.com, you're missed.



You were Sara Goldfarb's threadbare red dress.

You gave us all a reason to wake up.

But now comes the compulsion to digress.

The wine of our lives we poured in your cup.



To live bandwidth is to live life, right bud?

Too many of us fail to realize that.

Do you think there is life outside that mud

On top of which your undertaker spat?



So is our life my beloved website.

Hit refresh, but never stop to think, "Why?"

kel11

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,

Then of thy beauty do I question make,

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence

Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Nierro

A new pokemon

Free of their masters and balls

Oops, that came out wrong

Neanderthal

If pigs could fly

Soaring high

Swooping, diving through the sky

 

Would they be glad

Would we be mad

Bitter, jealous for what they had

 

Would we go to war

Man and boar

No quarter 'till one is no more

 

Bacon frying lying there

Aroma drifting in the air

Hogs incensed, wings spread prepared

 

With mighty squeels

The pigflight wheels

Each man and swine his fear conceals

 

The armies clash

Bright swords flash

Tusks rending flesh, rip and gash

 

The battle done

Who has won

Will peacefull co-exsistance come

 

On both sides

Heroes died

But some will always run and hide

 

Sad but true

Hide 'till it's through

Then creep out to claim the glory too

dsorrent

Prince of Darkness
Original composition

Darkness, darkness, never yielding,
Pain, pain, ever feeling,
Through the night, through the day,
Which is which, I can not say.

Time is of no existence,
All I feel is His persistence,
Damned to this eternal hell,
By His hand, I have fell.

The blood of mortals is my wine,
On souls of innocents I shall dine,
Until the day that I get free,
Then the God of Angels kneels before me.

Xexima

There once was a man from nantucket...



never mind.. you already know it.. fuck typing the rest.

Draenor

Modjoe made a poetry thread

Sonets and hykous run through my head

I've nothing to write at this time

Nothing worth busting a phat rhyme

So I'll leave you with these words

MMORPG.com: A place for nerds

 

Kurush

Originally posted by Draenor


Modjoe made a poetry thread
Sonets and hykous run through my head
I've nothing to write at this time
Nothing worth busting a phat rhyme
So I'll leave you with these words
MMORPG.com: A place for nerds
 

Win.

Draenor

Originally posted by Kurush

Originally posted by Draenor


Modjoe made a poetry thread
Sonets and hykous run through my head
I've nothing to write at this time
Nothing worth busting a phat rhyme
So I'll leave you with these words
MMORPG.com: A place for nerds
 

Win.

My poem was liked by Kurush

His kind words make me blush

I wish I could write more

But for fear of becoming a bore

So I'll leave you with this

Stop arguing about Belgium as if it exists.

modjoe86

Originally posted by Draenor

Originally posted by Kurush

Originally posted by Draenor


Modjoe made a poetry thread
Sonets and hykous run through my head
I've nothing to write at this time
Nothing worth busting a phat rhyme
So I'll leave you with these words
MMORPG.com: A place for nerds
 

Win.

My poem was liked by Kurush

His kind words make me blush

I wish I could write more

But for fear of becoming a bore

So I'll leave you with this

Stop arguing about Belgium as if it exists.

Paired couplets, good sir?

I hope you can do better.

I'm lazy: Haikus.

Draenor

Originally posted by modjoe86

Originally posted by Draenor

Originally posted by Kurush

Originally posted by Draenor


Modjoe made a poetry thread
Sonets and hykous run through my head
I've nothing to write at this time
Nothing worth busting a phat rhyme
So I'll leave you with these words
MMORPG.com: A place for nerds
 

Win.

My poem was liked by Kurush

His kind words make me blush

I wish I could write more

But for fear of becoming a bore

So I'll leave you with this

Stop arguing about Belgium as if it exists.

Paired couplets, good sir?

I hope you can do better.

I'm lazy: Haikus.

I can do a variety of styles, from Iambic pentameter to sonnets to poor attempts at trochaic octameter...but couplets are best suited for short cutsey little rhymes

dsorrent

War Leaders
Original composition

Crawls yet ever near
In our people, sense their fear
No one ever wants to die
Yet we kill, Tell me why?

War is never thought right through
The decisions made affect you
They will choose if you fight
Thought is short, as their sight.

Orders given, millions die
On the ground our wounded lie
We feel the war in full effect
All their people they neglect

They decide the where and when
They decide who they send
They will live to fight again
Will it end? Tell me when?

dsorrent

The bird flies over the land
A beautiful sight in which he beholds
The trees, the water, the grass and the sand
The deep valleys in the earth's folds

The grassy plains where a fawn plays
The dark place where a snake hides
The perch in which an owl stays
The vast ocean where land divides

The mountains where the rams fight
The rivers where the fish do swim
The cave which during the night
Provides a shelter for even him

But higher and farther the bird soars
Until the scenery below does change
Until peaceful feelings exist no more
The face of earth looks deranged

This is where man does live
Changing beauty into towns
Ruining all that earth does give
Killing earth's beauty all around

Blue to black, the skies are not clear
The creatures of nature slowly do die
The bird does soar too close, too near
Tears start falling from his weary eye

He feels the strength exit his wings
His breathing slows as he closes his eyes
Back at home, his mother sings
Of her son, who slowly dies

Astropuyo

So I pondered what hell was like, and decided that reading this would be much like it.

<worst poem ever>

Oh internet, why have you forsaken?

Broken links, horrid threads, why is my soul so taken?

Emo's taking the net by storm, with their ever crappy poetry form.

Constant rhyming on their poetry pages, thinking they speak like dark little sages?

Do they think anyone would care?

Oh noes, life is so unfair.

Mommy didn't get my new car, the broad was cheap and named me a star.

For 50 bucks on the nasa site, boy doesn't my suburban life bite.

I think I shall go RP and elf, an afterwards cut myself.

/worst poem ever

Hope you enjoyed that trip through lit hell.

modjoe86

The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.

You win a while, and then it’s done –

Your little winning streak.

And summoned now to deal

With your invincible defeat,

You live your life as if it’s real,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

You lose your grip, and then you slip

Into the Masterpiece.

And maybe I had miles to drive,

And promises to keep:

You ditch it all to stay alive,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



Confined to sex, we pressed against

The limits of the sea:

I saw there were no oceans left

For scavengers like me.

I made it to the forward deck.

I blessed our remnant fleet –

And then consented to be wrecked,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts

That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,

The file on you complete,

Except what we forgot to do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat . . .

dsorrent

American Psychopath
Original Composition

Madness, Insanity, Lunatics all around,
First quiet, then a scream, last no sound,
A shadow scary, a breathing near,
Anything at all, alerts me to my fear.

A knife, a gun, murder is abound,
In the other room, a body is now found:
A friend of mine, who's reached his time,
He's now gone, that's just fine.

Blood, death, a killer's lust,
To kill again, is a must,
What do they have? Nothing. I'll tell you:
They should be thankful for what I do.

They're all crazy, I am sane,
To kill the unworthy, in my book's humane,
To pull the plug on the dying man,
To feel the power of death in my hand.

It must be stated now,
My parents were my first,
They're the ones who started me on my lustful bloody thirst.

I remember it,
It was on my birthday,
I was 16 and got no gifts, so here's what I did say:

"Mom and Dad, Thanks alot
for all the gifts you gave,
Now in return to show my thanks, I send you to the grave."

I shot my dad and knifed my mom,
What a sight to see!
This was just the start, of my bloody destiny:

John was a lonely boy,
A crippled life he led,
Broken legs and broken arms, he even had to be fed.

His misery is gone,
Out of this life I sent,
All that's left of Johnny's life: In my car, a dent.

Joe was middle aged,
A proud father of three,
He was the officer, who first arrested me.

Through the air my axe did glide, as smooth as can be,
Then on the floor his head there lied, Looking up at me.

Then there was Mike,
Oh what a joy!
I strangled him there, in front of his little boy.

His kid started to cry,
So then with a sigh,
A piece of rope, around his neck, I happily did tie.

Mary was my neighbor,
How annoying she was!
She had to be the first to know what everybody does.

I knocked on her door,
The latch inside unhitched,
My gun fired through the door, wasting the nosy bitch.

George was my best,
What a work of art!
Bloody portraits on the wall of ripping him apart.

Then I took his limbs,
And tore flesh from bone,
I left a piece of George in every room inside his home.

Julie was a doll,
A perfect woman made!
Her I killed in the climax of getting laid.

Up and down, Up and down,
Oh how well she rode!
I slit her neck and stabbed her twice before I shot my load.

Harry was my friend,
Until he found out,
What I did and how I felt and what I was about.

Then he tried to run,
He wanted to go and tell
Someone else about me and put me in the cell.

As he neared the door,
I dove and caught his leg,
With a hammer, I crushed his skull, like it was an egg.

I watched the writhing body,
His nerves were still alive
So a 12 inch spike, into his chest, I happily did drive.

Before I did mention,
A body in a room,
Let me bring it all together and clear away the gloom:

In case you were wondering,
And it's on your mind,
Harry was the friend I said who finally reached his time.

Nothing here is left,
Bored now I am.
I must go elsewhere now so I can kill again.

Don't know where I'm going,
But I know what I'll do!
So just home that somewhere else isn't nearby you.

baff

odeo.com/show/1822429/4/download/_DisPoemByMutabaruka.mp3

 

DIS POEM

dis poem shall speak of the wretched sea that washed ships to these shores of mothers cryin for their young swallowed up by the sea dis poem shall say nothin new dis poem shall speak of time time unlimited time undefined dis poem shall call names names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey haile selassie dis poem is vexed about apartheid rascism fascism the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta jim jones dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world 3rd world division man made decision dis poem is like all the rest dis poem will not be amongst great literary works will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire blazin for freedom yes dis poem is a drum ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors uhuru uhuru uhuru namibia uhuru soweto uhuru afrika dis poem will not change things dis poem need to be changed dis poem is a rebirth of a peopl arizin awaking understandin dis poem speak is speakin have spoken dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history in your mind in time forever dis poem is time only time will tell dis poem is still not written dis poem has no poet dis poem is just a part of the story his-story her-story our-story the story still untold dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin makin u want to stop it but dis poem will not stop dis poem is long cannot be short dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed the story is still not told about dis poem dis poem is old new dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest the c.i.a. files the k.g.b. files dis poem is no secret dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem dis poem is messin up your brains makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem u need to know what will be said next in dis poem dis poem shall disappoint u because dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind in your mind your mind

dsorrent

Happened upon an old notebook which had some of my other writings... I think I wrote this one back in 1991... I feel so old.

Untitled

Love in the air, Peace in the breeze,
Nature is there, in order to please,
Engulfed within the order of things,
It's hard to hear, what Nature sings:

Relax, live life, in such a way,
That each and every one of your days,
Ends, in that, your mind is relieved,
Of harsh thoughts, and you conceived,
The meaning of love, the feeling of peace,
Let all your troubles and problems released,
Into the air, trust within me,
Close your eyes, sit back and you'll see,
They way you live, the way you think,
Into society, you let yourself sink.

Lift yourself up, rise up above,
Their meaning and interpretation of love,
Learn now from me, I'll make you see,
Love is existing in unity,
With peaceful thoughts, and trust from within,
Patience is there, don't let it thin,
Added to that, is bearable pain,
A little hurt, can spurn a great gain,
All tied together, in such a way,
That it affects life, each of our days.

Love all around, Peace within reach,
Nature is there, in order to teach,
Step back from the order of things,
And just listen to what Nature sings.

modjoe86

I didn't realize those were yours. Nice work.

Theodoryk

I might post some of my own work later....when I'm feeling a little less bashful, heh. Here's a nice little piece of work, not sure I'd call it poetry though. Sorry in advance to those of you who don't like rap, but this is the most hard hitting dis I've heard in a long time, and I'll admit to cheering him on through this whole bullshit feud. So, for your reading pleasure, I give you Eminem's final dis track against Benzino:



"Nail In The Coffin"



[Eminem]

This motherfucker man, just won't shut up will you?

Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me

I'm promoting you right now

Man lets put the nail in his coffin



[Chorus]

I dont want to be like this

I dont really want to hurt no feelins

But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap

Old men have heart attacks

and I dont want to be responsible for that so

Put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignity



[verse 1]

I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino

an 83 year old fake Pachino

So how can he hold me over some balcony

without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me

Please dont, you'll probably fall with me

and our asses will both be history

But then again youl'll finally get your wish

cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent

Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump

gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up

Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up

And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck

dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin

You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin

and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences

and you can't even get the clearances cuz real lyricists

dont even respect you or take you serious

Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period

Talk about a mid-life crisis damn

last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand

Now he's a busta? What the fucks with that?

Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass

and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me

bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!

What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man

ready to take whatever sentence he hands

What you know about your wife slicin her wrists

right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?

And I put that on her, when this is all over

I would never try to make her a star and eat off her

I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks

But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?

When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin

pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin

them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos

Just makin copys of your covers of cassette singles

and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer

Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers

What you know about bein bullied over half your life?

Oh thats right, you know what thats like, you're half white

Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside

Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down

You should be out killin motherfuckers right now

Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch

Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch

Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!

She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you

Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke

If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck

you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack

you'd make alot more money than you do from rap

You never had no security, you'll never be famous

You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?

Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens

terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this

and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you

Here then let me slow it down for you

so you can understand if I say it slower:

Let it go dog it's over



[Chorus]



[Eminem talkin]

Haha

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your crib

bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib

You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin Bum

Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine

if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first

take it like a man and shut the fuck up

and fuck your little magazine too

I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anyways

And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall

oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?

When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston

The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy

Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks

Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner

dsorrent

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Originally posted by modjoe86
I didn't realize those were yours. Nice work.

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Thanks... all of the ones I posted, I wrote myself, however, I don't write as much these days as I used to... I found a notebook with alot of my writings in it... I thought I had lost it in one of the several moves in my life, but here it is lying here. Strange how these things happen.

No Man's Land

The further I walk, the longer I think,
Nothing to eat, nothing to drink,
All around me is nothing but sand,
Lost forever in No Man's Land.
The sun is hot, the air is thick,
I am too hungry, even to get sick.
Up ahead I see a large pond,
As I get closer, it is now gone.
Why does the sun, play with my mind?
I will die soon, if water I don't find.
I drop to the ground, my faith all expelled,
My prayers to God, all repelled.
Today, I die, in the hot sand,
All alone, in No Man's Land.

Razorback

Originally posted by Xexima

There once was a man from nantucket...



never mind.. you already know it.. fuck typing the rest.

Yeah thats about my limit for poetry too...

Now watch me get in the manure for not busting you for swearing