Anybody like to write Poetry? [random i know]

[LucienTycho22]

If so post some of your work in this thread if you so wish.  

 

 

 

[Thulas]

I used to, especially during my time in school. Annoyed my classmates with it and even wrote something for an official ceremony. Unfortunately it is not only in German but also I doubt that I can find much of what I have written down again.

[LucienTycho22]

I used to, especially during my time in school. Annoyed my classmates with it and even wrote something for an official ceremony. Unfortunately it is not only in German but also I doubt that I can find much of what I have written down again.

 

 

That's a shame.  I'd be interested to read it.   Although I don't know any German except a few phrases here and there.    I'll post some of my poetry if someone else does.    I don't wanna show anything until I know that this thread might get some attention, because if not, I'd look like a idiot.  lol

[Darkwisdom]

I love Haiku. If you're good at it (I'm fairly sure i'm not) then you can make it flow beautifully; it just makes it a pleasure to read it. 

[LucienTycho22]

I love Haiku. If you're good at it (I'm fairly sure i'm not) then you can make it flow beautifully; it just makes it a pleasure to read it. 

 

 

   I personally prefer old fashioned poetry such as William Shakespeare and the Iambic pentameter he uses.   Or Trochees like Edgar Allen Poe uses.    

[Dyschromie]

I wrote lots of poems before, but I don't feel any satisfaction doing it so... And I lost most of them with my old computer or because of my ex. But they are/were all in french, so it doesn't matter.

[LucienTycho22]

here is a few of my works.    Guys and Gals, feel free to show some of yours too.    

 

Second-hand love story

~ We meet in breaths of silence, eyes to eyes, leaving me searching for that one elusive answer. Who is he? Day to Night. Night to Day. I yearn to uncover the truth. To find that one thing that continues to escape my grasp. From the wake of mind to the gentle-tunes of slumber, its daunting presence looms ahead, forever out of reach. My hope falters then, lost beneath the passing days of nothing. Suddenly that dying spark ignites into flame, sired by chance, and between us that silence is forever broken. ~

~ By Derek Robbins. 

 

 

 

The Lady

In the hollow night,
Far under the moon,
She whispers light,
The earth Mother's tune,
Through willow and oak,
Her voice does carry,
where yonder days's yoke,
Our fair Lady does tarry.

 

 

 

 

This next one is adult themed, more so, so I put in a spoiler and made a warning just in-case you don't wish to see it.    It's about some pretty heavy stuff.  So also warning for that too.

As seen  

Yearning spirits dance manipulated politicians bleeding wealth for greed, imprisoned with broken chains, where half-beliefs shadow doubt, where stagnant putrid-populations repent  unseen sins from lost gods.   I hear mad guitarists screaming rage over dying pines and escaping illuminating oppression.     Hear, see Old souls crying illusions and forgotten ages.    Where needles induce hallucinogenic euphoria ravaging highs that sing lies of suffering in smoggy streets and metal screeching doors.     To say again and hearken the concrete burying sadly-green nature.  Building.  rebuilding.  Replicating ugly scenes with archways of architecture loosing touch and Gothic angels facade over twisted ambitions and nude bodies.   Swinging.  Tweaking.  Fucking.  Scared, Swearing past civilized antics where lonesome kids quiver in dark hungry alleys. Drugged.  Abandoned.  Uncared by cruel mothers and fathers.  
Times of wars pollinating public spectacles, swaying meek minds to follow edicts of malice and crazy thrums made venomous wings through polluted nights.    Speak once more of the strong harpooning shuddering innocent, shedding unneeded sorrows.   To trample atop sophistication and actions of people transfixed of ambiguous morals.    Conservation claiming running cockroaches in places of angelic-butterflies glittering in depressive moonlight and red painted hatred. 

 

 

[FetishSergal]

Leah Sublime,

Goddess above me!

Snake of the slime

Alostrael, love me!

Our master, the devil

Prospers the revel.

 

Tread with your foot

My heart til it hurt!

Tread on it, put

The smear of your dirt

On my love, on my shame

Scribble your name!

 

Straddle your Beast

My Masterful Bitch

With the thighs of you greased

With the Sweat of your Itch!

Spit on me, scarlet

Mouth of my harlot!

 

Now from your wide

Raw cunt, the abyss,

Spend spouting the tide

Of your sizzling piss

In my mouth; oh my Whore

Let it pour, let it pour!

 

You stale like a mare

And fart as you stale;

Through straggled wet hair

You spout like a whale.

Splash the manure

And piss from the sewer.

 

Down to me quick

With your tooth on my lip

And your hand on my prick

With feverish grip

My life as it drinks—

How your breath stinks!

 

Your hand, oh unclean

Your hand that has wasted

Your love, in obscene

Black masses, that tasted

Your soul, it’s your hand!

Feel my prick stand!

 

Your life times from lewd

Little girl, to mature

Worn whore that has chewed

Your own pile of manure.

Your hand was the key to—

And now your frig me, too!

 

Rub all the much

Of your cunt on me, Leah

Cunt, let me suck

All your glued gonorrhea!

Cunt without end!

Amen! til you spend!

 

Cunt! you have harboured

All dirt and disease

In your slimy unbarbered

Loose hole, with its cheese

And its monthlies, and pox

You chewer of cocks!

 

Cunt, you have sucked

Up pricks, you squirted

Out foetuses, fucked

Til bastards you blurted

Out into space—

Spend on my face!

 

Rub all your gleet away!

Envenom the arrow.

May your pox eat away

Me to the marrow.

Cunt you have got me;

I love you to rot me!

 

Spend again, lash me!

Leah, one spasm

Scream to splash me.

Slime of the chasm

Choke me with spilth

Of your sow-belly’s filth.

 

Stab your demonic

Smile to my brain!

Soak me in cognac

Cunt and cocaine;

Sprawl on me! Sit

On my mouth, Leah, shit!

 

Shit on me, slut!

Creamy the curds

That drip from your gut!

Greasy the turds!

Dribble your dung

On the tip of my tongue!

 

Churn on me, Leah!

Twist on your thighs!

Smear diarrhoea

Into my eyes!

Splutter out shit

From the bottomless pit.

 

Turn to me, chew it

With me, Leah, whore!

Vomit it, spew it

And lick it once more.

We can make lust

Drunk on Disgust.

 

Splay out your gut,

Your ass hole, my lover!

You buggering slut,

I know where to shove her!

There she goes, plumb

Up the foul Bitch’s bum!

 

Sackful of skin

And bone, as I speak

I’ll bugger your grin

Into a shriek.

Bugger you, slut

Bugger your gut!

 

Wriggle, you hog!

Wrench at the pin!

Wrench at it, drag

It half out, suck it in!

Scream, you hog dirt, you!

I want it to hurt you!

 

Beast-Lioness, squirt

From your Cocksucker’s hole!

Belch out the dirt

From your Syphillis soul.

Splutter foul words

Through your supper of turds!

 

May the Devil our lord, your

Soul scribble over

With sayings of ordure!

Call me your lover!

Slave of the gut

Of the arse of a slut!

 

Call me your sewer

Of spilth and snot

Your fart-sniffer, chewer

Of the shit in your slot.

Call me that as you rave

In the rape of your slave.

 

Fuck! Shit! Let me come

Alostrael—Fuck!

I’ve spent in your bum.

Shit! Give me the muck

From my whore’s arse, slick

Dirt of my prick!

 

Eat it, you sow!

I’m your dog, fuck, shit!

Swallow it now!

Rest for a bit!

Satan, you gave

A crown to a slave.

 

I am your fate, on

Your belly, above you.

I swear it by Satan

Leah, I love you.

I’m going insane

Do it again!

_________________

By Aleister Crowley.

 

[LucienTycho22]

 

Leah Sublime,

Goddess above me!

Snake of the slime

Alostrael, love me!

Our master, the devil

Prospers the revel.

 

Tread with your foot

My heart til it hurt!

Tread on it, put

The smear of your dirt

On my love, on my shame

Scribble your name!

 

Straddle your Beast

My Masterful Bitch

With the thighs of you greased

With the Sweat of your Itch!

Spit on me, scarlet

Mouth of my harlot!

 

Now from your wide

Raw cunt, the abyss,

Spend spouting the tide

Of your sizzling piss

In my mouth; oh my Whore

Let it pour, let it pour!

 

You stale like a mare

And fart as you stale;

Through straggled wet hair

You spout like a whale.

Splash the manure

And piss from the sewer.

 

Down to me quick

With your tooth on my lip

And your hand on my prick

With feverish grip

My life as it drinks—

How your breath stinks!

 

Your hand, oh unclean

Your hand that has wasted

Your love, in obscene

Black masses, that tasted

Your soul, it’s your hand!

Feel my prick stand!

 

Your life times from lewd

Little girl, to mature

Worn whore that has chewed

Your own pile of manure.

Your hand was the key to—

And now your frig me, too!

 

Rub all the much

Of your cunt on me, Leah

Cunt, let me suck

All your glued gonorrhea!

Cunt without end!

Amen! til you spend!

 

Cunt! you have harboured

All dirt and disease

In your slimy unbarbered

Loose hole, with its cheese

And its monthlies, and pox

You chewer of cocks!

 

Cunt, you have sucked

Up pricks, you squirted

Out foetuses, fucked

Til bastards you blurted

Out into space—

Spend on my face!

 

Rub all your gleet away!

Envenom the arrow.

May your pox eat away

Me to the marrow.

Cunt you have got me;

I love you to rot me!

 

Spend again, lash me!

Leah, one spasm

Scream to splash me.

Slime of the chasm

Choke me with spilth

Of your sow-belly’s filth.

 

Stab your demonic

Smile to my brain!

Soak me in cognac

Cunt and cocaine;

Sprawl on me! Sit

On my mouth, Leah, shit!

 

Shit on me, slut!

Creamy the curds

That drip from your gut!

Greasy the turds!

Dribble your dung

On the tip of my tongue!

 

Churn on me, Leah!

Twist on your thighs!

Smear diarrhoea

Into my eyes!

Splutter out shit

From the bottomless pit.

 

Turn to me, chew it

With me, Leah, whore!

Vomit it, spew it

And lick it once more.

We can make lust

Drunk on Disgust.

 

Splay out your gut,

Your ass hole, my lover!

You buggering slut,

I know where to shove her!

There she goes, plumb

Up the foul Bitch’s bum!

 

Sackful of skin

And bone, as I speak

I’ll bugger your grin

Into a shriek.

Bugger you, slut

Bugger your gut!

 

Wriggle, you hog!

Wrench at the pin!

Wrench at it, drag

It half out, suck it in!

Scream, you hog dirt, you!

I want it to hurt you!

 

Beast-Lioness, squirt

From your Cocksucker’s hole!

Belch out the dirt

From your Syphillis soul.

Splutter foul words

Through your supper of turds!

 

May the Devil our lord, your

Soul scribble over

With sayings of ordure!

Call me your lover!

Slave of the gut

Of the arse of a slut!

 

Call me your sewer

Of spilth and snot

Your fart-sniffer, chewer

Of the shit in your slot.

Call me that as you rave

In the rape of your slave.

 

Fuck! Shit! Let me come

Alostrael—Fuck!

I’ve spent in your bum.

Shit! Give me the muck

From my whore’s arse, slick

Dirt of my prick!

 

Eat it, you sow!

I’m your dog, fuck, shit!

Swallow it now!

Rest for a bit!

Satan, you gave

A crown to a slave.

 

I am your fate, on

Your belly, above you.

I swear it by Satan

Leah, I love you.

I’m going insane

Do it again!

_________________

By Aleister Crowley.

 

 

Bloody Aleister Crowley!  While well written this poem disturbs me on levels indescribable.   lol

 

[legendarytoyou]

I still do on occasion.  Here's a little snip from my book;

 

When shores are red with the blood of brothers

And the sun sets on the Two Great Nations

There will come One and One that will be as doom

The One will seem unimportant

The One will appear harmlessly

The One will come and woe shall make the name of the Two

The once great nations will be shattered

Yet no blood will be found on the One

There will come a great cry from the earth

Begging the One for mercy

And the Great Judge will bear his burden to the One

The One whom is doomed to eternity

Shall forever be the One that heroes of old will envy

For great the sacrifice was upon the One

Whose pain shall exist forever in the ages

Of man and beast great pity for the One is found

And never forgiven.

 

The One is eternal.  Shed great tears my brothers for the One.

Terrible is the burden given to the One

And terrible is the existence of the One

Thus the One is to be mourned after much suffrage

For noble is the One’s heart and great is the One’s love

The One’s compassion surpasses even the Great Maker

That great sorrow will suffer the One to spare the Great Makers children.

Mourn my brethren for the One

Great is the One’s sorrow

Great is the One’s solitude

Great is the One’s love for you

Great is the One.

 

It's prophetic and a little disturbing but that's the main plot of my book.  If I could stack all the material I've ever written or saved on my PC I could probably reshuffle the entire Library of Congress xD

[Angrybird]

[KingGem619]

I use to, i was a poet for a few months lol

[Buddy Christ]

I once wrote a poem I considered including in a book in Skyrim:

 

Vindrik the Brown

There once was a hero named Vindrik the Brown,
who had a big beard that was hiding his frown.

He was not called brown because of his hair,
since in the sun's light it shone golden and fair.

He was very strong, handsome and bold,
his only fear was about getting old.

So with strong steps he walked to a cave,
right on his heels his dog he called Dave.

He strode through the caverns for several days,
until he caught sight of the sun's golden rays.

When he came out of the cave damp and musty,
his whole suit of armor had become rusty.

People were laughing all over the place,
that is why Vindrik had a frown on his face.

 

(I think it can be sung to "Ragnar the Red", but I am not sure, never tried it )

 

[legendarytoyou]

I once wrote a poem I considered including in a book in Skyrim:

 

Vindrik the Brown

 

There once was a hero named Vindrik the Brown,

who had a big beard that was hiding his frown.

 

He was not called brown because of his hair,

since in the sun's light it shone golden and fair.

 

He was very strong, handsome and bold,

his only fear was about getting old.

 

So with strong steps he walked to a cave,

right on his heels his dog he called Dave.

 

He strode through the caverns for several days,

until he caught sight of the sun's golden rays.

 

When he came out of the cave damp and musty,

his whole suit of armor had become rusty.

 

People were laughing all over the place,

that is why Vindrik had a frown on his face.

 

(I think it can be sung to "Ragnar the Red", but I am not sure, never tried it )

ROFL!!  I love that its great!  

[Buddy Christ]

Thank you

[Avinance]

Hi. I'm a poet, I don't think I am a good one, but I have some experience.... anyways here are some of my pieces (also I am an aspiring musician, so any tips would be helpful)

 

 

 

Descending to madness of the ephemeral moon,

Fuck the blood oxidizes the lacuna blade too soon,

 

Or is it ages coming to pass?

Is time to me just a ball of meaningless mass?

 

I am a clichéd perversion of everything half-decent,

I am a bird civilian, call me a pheasant... 

 

[Chinoguy]

Memories in the Deck

 

The days of my usefulness seem to have come to an end.

I no longer feel their touch, I no longer see the light.

I miss them, do they not miss me?

Trapped in this box are their memories.

All of their sorrows and disappointments, the agony of defeat and the ecstasy of victory.

Why did they leave me?

I no longer hear them, their voices are lost to me.

How long has it been? months... perhaps years, I posses numbers with which to count and yet I cant tell time.

I will hold their memories for as long as I remain...

 

I wrote this looking at something important to me, hope its not too bad. 

 

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[antharius]

A poet I was in the amidst of yesterday,

I hope I could write once again.

Perhaps it is now too late,

The people have seen me.

 

I killed an innocent chicken,

They did not notice the evilness of the chicken,

They imprisoned me,

Yet I lived on.

 

I, Guardsman of Whiterun,

Have now begun my last journey.

Maybe this is my final poem,

Now I shall relinquish the good old days.

 

Now is not the time,

Yet again it is too late.

For I have gained an arrow,

To my knee once again.

 

[Vykroft]

I used to, when I was young and stupid and believe that a girl will choose over other guys just because I was romantic.... big mistake.
I learned my lesson, and threw away my poems into the fire while I was listening to Metallica on the background..
And I started the gym, gained 30 kg (60 pound) of pure muscle, ended my career and witness how all those girl became old, fat and ugly..

...

...... and I laughed...

[stalfos81]

When you see sadness

Do you see what is within

Or just the surface?

[stalfos81]

 

When you see sadness

Do you see what is within

Or just the surface?

Viewing one's sadness

Is difficult to perceive

Just by looks alone.

 

Simple solution

Perception of fragile hearts

When one is broken

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Old, but gold

 

 

Once upon a web-surf weary, while I pondered red-eyed, bleary,
Over many a quaint and curious website of X-rated lore,
Smiled and nodded, dodging cookies, looking for the films of nookie,
And as always, dodging spyware, aware in my search for more
And more explicit pictures, of the housewives that were bored,
Nothing kinky, only porn.

 

As I wandered I remembered, a URL found last December,
That caused a twitching in my member, that I rubbed till it was sore
Eagerly I typed the address, half-remembered, half a mad guess
In my mind it stirred a madness - madness for a dark-eyed whore,
For a sad-eyed shameless maiden who displayed her charms - and more!
Nameless on some site of porn..

 

Feeling guilty, sad, uncertain, my urges had my conscience hurting
But thrilling - filling me with fantastic feelings never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I sat repeating
"I'm just a visitor entreating entrance to a site of porn
I am a visitor entreating images that give me horn
This is all and nothing more."

 

Presently my urge grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I hit return and waited, watching while DNS lookup explored;
But while I sat anticipating, beneath the desk my member aching,
The site I recalled navigating, the navigator found no more,
And I scarce believed what I was seeing, for in the place of free hardcore
Quoth the Server "404"

 

Deep into the popups peering, long I sat there wondering, fearing,
Had I not typed correct the URL once more?
For free hardcore (for I was frugal), in my lusting turned to Google,
Typed keywords that I might ogle pages of hot chicks galore,
And I whispered to the phosphor "give me back my free hardcore -
Only that and nothing more.

 

But web controls then saw the searches, clamped down on illicit urges,
"Access Denied" was all I found and nothing more,
On porn-sites it saw me shirking when I really should be working
Like a spectre always lurking, blocking free sex sites and more
The horny housewives sang their siren-call no more
Quoth the Server "404"

 

Determined then to circumvent it, another address I then entered
Taking me, I hoped, to our server's less secure back door
But someone had secured the proxies, denying access to web doxies,
No more ladies hot and foxy, but still I could not be sure,
And so, with shaking hands I typed the arcane codes once more -
Quoth the Server "404"

 

[Loveryus]

I wrote poems when I was younger. Most of them were silly or funny. I never wrote in English. Nowadays I feel like I've got nothing to say really. The downside of being too rational and logic.

[Dyschromie]

After hesitating a few months, here is one I wrote something like 3 months ago, I don't care at all if you don't understand french and if french people don't like it, I just wanted to post one.

 

Répugnante clarté

 

Vous est-il arrivé de remarquer,
Dans la lueur d'une simple journée,
Que les ombres semblent se dévoiler,
Noircissant toute forme de clarté?

De même, dans la plus dense des nuits,
Chaque lumière nous semble infinie,
C'est alors que la peur nous envahit,
Que dans toute ombre un monstre est défini...

Inversez enfin la situation,
Laissez parler votre imagination...
Jour et ténèbres que nous connaissions...
Qu'il ne soient qu'une seule création...

Alors, Peur et Lueur ne sont plus rien,
Que deux doigts venant de la même main,
Les sourires hypocrites des humains,
Jouant son dos, trompant tous nos instincts...

Qui craignez-vous le plus pauvres mortels,
Une nuit sombre mais des plus sincères,
Ou bien cette répugnante lumière,
Qui n'attend que de nous brûler les ailes?