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Alright, it's open mic night here at TLF, so go ahead, give us your best! Anything goes here, from the classical forms to freestyle and everything in between. Now, I'm not much of a poet, but I'm sure we've got some good ones here. Just remember, original work only. Nothing from other people. So, who wants the mic?
First, a freeform piece that hit me as I remembered an old friend. I usually stick with meter and rhythm, but not this time... It just flowed.
Still
Still
Around the room
They whisper
They drift
All about Rebecca
Still
In her white gown
They look at her
With wonder
Through tears
They look at her
At Rebecca
Still
Her family gathers
In hope
In prayer
All about Rebecca
In her white gown
Still
Forever still
Still
Still
Around the room
They whisper
They drift
All about Rebecca
Still
In her white gown
They look at her
With wonder
Through tears
They look at her
At Rebecca
Still
Her family gathers
In hope
In prayer
All about Rebecca
In her white gown
Still
Forever still
Mudkipz
mudkipz oh how I love you
this is something oh so true.
I love you here and there
hell I will love you on my underwear.
I will love you in a box,
cause your a sexy fox.
mudkipz, you are so cute
I'm so glad I'm not mute
Oh dear mudkipz its time to go
later I shall go here to fro.
good bye mudkipz I won't see you later,
becuase you will be inside my feraligatr.
mudkipz oh how I love you
this is something oh so true.
I love you here and there
hell I will love you on my underwear.
I will love you in a box,
cause your a sexy fox.
mudkipz, you are so cute
I'm so glad I'm not mute
Oh dear mudkipz its time to go
later I shall go here to fro.
good bye mudkipz I won't see you later,
becuase you will be inside my feraligatr.
Well, I'll see how rusty my skills have become.
Red Grass
The final days of the earth's life...
The final days of mankind...
The final epoch...
The final clash.
Where it started,
Why it started,
When it started,
Was meaningless.
It started the end.
Corpse after corpse, the battle faded away
Into the sea of warcries. The final survivor perished,
Leaving an everlasting tranquility.
What was left, no one knows.
All that remained...
Was red grass.
Red Grass
The final days of the earth's life...
The final days of mankind...
The final epoch...
The final clash.
Where it started,
Why it started,
When it started,
Was meaningless.
It started the end.
Corpse after corpse, the battle faded away
Into the sea of warcries. The final survivor perished,
Leaving an everlasting tranquility.
What was left, no one knows.
All that remained...
Was red grass.
| QUOTE (bobblyhead @ Oct 6 2007, 05:21 PM) |
| blech, this is just a sub, i'll actually try brandishing a pen and paper and write one if i have the time Roses are red Violets are blue In Soviet Russia Poem writes you |
Can I please put that in my quote on GameFAQs?
Also, just to the tune of Roses Are Red...
Scizor is red,
Hera is blue,
Hera used Close Combat,
Close Combat > J00
...Yeah, I never was one for poetry. In fact I hate it. With a passion. *Punches a wall*
EDIT:
Scizor is red,
Garchomp is blue,
Unless Garchomp's shiny,
In which case it's.... blue.
A while ago, someone made a topic on GameFAQs about a Sandshrew poetry contest, where the winner would get a Snadshrew (sic). I thought I would share my entry, which won first prize.
As I was walking down Route 4
I heard a sound I could not ignore
Looking through the grass, what did I spy?
A tiny Sandshrew, looking me in the eye.
Quickly I readied my Pokeballs
As the prospect of catching a new Pokemon calls
But then I realised I didn't know what to do
Since my only Pokemon was Pikachu
A few Quick Attacks though, and then sure enough
That little Sandshrew wasn't looking so tough
I threw a Pokeball and he had no choice but to enter
And happily I went to the Pokemon Center
I got quite attached to my little Sandshrew
I mean, look how cute it is, wouldn't you?
I take it with me everywhere that I go
Unless I am fighting Victreebel or Slowbro
My little Sandshrew has grown up so strong
I just have a feeling that it won't be long
Before I'm the champion, because in a flash
The Elite Four will go down to my mighty Sandslash!
As I was walking down Route 4
I heard a sound I could not ignore
Looking through the grass, what did I spy?
A tiny Sandshrew, looking me in the eye.
Quickly I readied my Pokeballs
As the prospect of catching a new Pokemon calls
But then I realised I didn't know what to do
Since my only Pokemon was Pikachu
A few Quick Attacks though, and then sure enough
That little Sandshrew wasn't looking so tough
I threw a Pokeball and he had no choice but to enter
And happily I went to the Pokemon Center
I got quite attached to my little Sandshrew
I mean, look how cute it is, wouldn't you?
I take it with me everywhere that I go
Unless I am fighting Victreebel or Slowbro
My little Sandshrew has grown up so strong
I just have a feeling that it won't be long
Before I'm the champion, because in a flash
The Elite Four will go down to my mighty Sandslash!
| QUOTE (Weremidget @ Oct 6 2007, 09:30 AM) | ||
Can I please put that in my quote on GameFAQs? Also, just to the tune of Roses Are Red... Scizor is red, Hera is blue, Hera used Close Combat, Close Combat > J00 ...Yeah, I never was one for poetry. In fact I hate it. With a passion. *Punches a wall* EDIT: Scizor is red, Garchomp is blue, Unless Garchomp's shiny, In which case it's.... blue. |
yes, you can
R U RDY 4 EPIC
Ever-blank
Come on, come along down
To the ever-blank side of town, to the bright blinding ever-blank
Where everyone's happy and no one's on the streets in rags
Where the trees are green and flowering, where the birds peck at the ground looking for worms.
Bright blinding ever-blank shining side of town. Come on,
Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right but everything's right
Ever-blank residents strut around in their Sunday clothes.
Ever-blank houses on ever-blank streets lean up, shining blinding bright. So come on,
Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right and everything's wrong
To the ever-blank side of town, bright and blinding and (falling) rising up in the world.
Ever-blank residents walk around in funeral clothes. The trees are green and the birds peck at the ground, looking for worms.
Ever-blank houses with yawning windows stare at each other.
You wonder what they think, what's inside.
What goes on.
The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn, the birds peck at each other.
Angry beaks in an ever-blank place. Rushing red on an ever-blank road.
Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Always that color, ever-blank.
You wonder what they think, what's inside, what goes on.
You wonder if they can see in all the bright, blinding ever-blank.
Do they read? Watch TV? Do they play? Work? Make love?
Or are they just blinded and entranced by ever-blank?
No one's in the streets in rags. It's perfect, isn't it? Everyone's happy.
So come along! Come on down! We promise we won't bite.
This is the ever-blank side of town, bright blinding ever-blank
Sheltered and safe and happy and perfect.
Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual.
Unreal.
You wonder if they can see what's around them.
You wonder if they can see past the ever-blank.
The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn.
The birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an ever-blank place.
Terrified minds behind ever-blank smiles.
Purpose blacker than sin in this ever-blank side of town.
-----
EDIT: & MOAR EPIC
Last night...
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it...
When I was hanging' round, just outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it...
Late last night, or the night before?
And when's the last time I felt you? Without...
Without a single tear running down your cheek?
When's the last time you were happy? Don't...
Don't be so sad. I'm here, and I'll set you free.
You could've just called me, no one else would've known.
You should've sent a letter to my little home.
And you know, I can't blame you, now can I?
You could've been stronger, you didn't have to let go.
If I knew you were aching, you wouldn't have been alone.
And you know, I can't blame you, now. Can I?
So... when's the last time we kissed? How many...
So very many weeks that it's been, now?
And when's the last time I whispered in your ear, that I loved you.
Was I too far away for too long, now?
You could've just told me that you wanted to walk away.
You could've just said, "I don't need you, so go away."
And you know I can't blame you; if I were you I might have done the same.
And you could've just told me the news then and there.
But you wanted to hide it, never wanted me to share.
And you know I can't blame you. If I were you, I might have done the same.
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it...
... I was hanging' round, outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it...
Late last night, or the night before?
Ever-blank
Come on, come along down
To the ever-blank side of town, to the bright blinding ever-blank
Where everyone's happy and no one's on the streets in rags
Where the trees are green and flowering, where the birds peck at the ground looking for worms.
Bright blinding ever-blank shining side of town. Come on,
Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right but everything's right
Ever-blank residents strut around in their Sunday clothes.
Ever-blank houses on ever-blank streets lean up, shining blinding bright. So come on,
Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right and everything's wrong
To the ever-blank side of town, bright and blinding and (falling) rising up in the world.
Ever-blank residents walk around in funeral clothes. The trees are green and the birds peck at the ground, looking for worms.
Ever-blank houses with yawning windows stare at each other.
You wonder what they think, what's inside.
What goes on.
The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn, the birds peck at each other.
Angry beaks in an ever-blank place. Rushing red on an ever-blank road.
Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Always that color, ever-blank.
You wonder what they think, what's inside, what goes on.
You wonder if they can see in all the bright, blinding ever-blank.
Do they read? Watch TV? Do they play? Work? Make love?
Or are they just blinded and entranced by ever-blank?
No one's in the streets in rags. It's perfect, isn't it? Everyone's happy.
So come along! Come on down! We promise we won't bite.
This is the ever-blank side of town, bright blinding ever-blank
Sheltered and safe and happy and perfect.
Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual.
Unreal.
You wonder if they can see what's around them.
You wonder if they can see past the ever-blank.
The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn.
The birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an ever-blank place.
Terrified minds behind ever-blank smiles.
Purpose blacker than sin in this ever-blank side of town.
-----
EDIT: & MOAR EPIC
Last night...
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it...
When I was hanging' round, just outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it...
Late last night, or the night before?
And when's the last time I felt you? Without...
Without a single tear running down your cheek?
When's the last time you were happy? Don't...
Don't be so sad. I'm here, and I'll set you free.
You could've just called me, no one else would've known.
You should've sent a letter to my little home.
And you know, I can't blame you, now can I?
You could've been stronger, you didn't have to let go.
If I knew you were aching, you wouldn't have been alone.
And you know, I can't blame you, now. Can I?
So... when's the last time we kissed? How many...
So very many weeks that it's been, now?
And when's the last time I whispered in your ear, that I loved you.
Was I too far away for too long, now?
You could've just told me that you wanted to walk away.
You could've just said, "I don't need you, so go away."
And you know I can't blame you; if I were you I might have done the same.
And you could've just told me the news then and there.
But you wanted to hide it, never wanted me to share.
And you know I can't blame you. If I were you, I might have done the same.
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it...
... I was hanging' round, outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it...
Late last night, or the night before?
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