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Lone_Snipa!
11-25-2008, 04:18 PM
Poems count as art and I'm fairly good at writing poetry. Only I suck at ideas, so if you want a poem on anything put your idea here and I'll put out poems. So start getting me them ideas! I'll even start throwing poetry together during marathons.

As an example...

How about them weather systems
I hear that they mess with plant stems
Cortana could go on for hours
Wish we'd run through these towers

Flood jumping in left and right
Shoot them quick they like to fight
The Arbiter is one tough dude
Man that prophet is rude

Halo rings lighting space
The secret to fire left with the human race
Not sure why we got that
Maybe its because of master chiefs hat



Drop some of your own poetry here too!

fettouhi
11-25-2008, 04:22 PM
wow awesome stuff.

could you do one for the pokemon marathon ?

Lone_Snipa!
11-25-2008, 04:49 PM
Hell I'll try and do one for each pokemon set.

I'll have to do the pokemon marathon one DURING the marathon though. It'll depend on stuff that happens lol.

Pikachu electric rat
Somehow never fat
Raichu seems tubby beyond compare
Why is it neither seem to shed hair

One powerful, and one fast
Both can make a big blast
Lightning is shocking you know
Frying every single foe

Not sure why Raichu is so fat
Maybe they don't ever get chased by a cat
Pikachu so skinny you think it a rail
Use it for a field goal attempt? Total fail.

Sonic62
11-26-2008, 05:17 PM
Raichu is not fat! :cry:

zach2m1
11-26-2008, 06:38 PM
Raichu is not fat! :cry:
He is just big boned

dryuriev7777
11-26-2008, 10:41 PM
He is just big boned
That's what she said :o _awesome_

Your poetry is really cool. I wish I was as good at making things rhyme. Keep up the awesome work! _ninja_

localretard
11-27-2008, 02:11 AM
Here's my stab and it's 3:00 am right now.

"When I was a little kid
My brother, he once said
'When you age, you shall sail to sea,
and never be heard of again.'

I remember the one cold morn
When it was the blizzard of '91
We raced downhill
My boot came off,
and almost lost my toe.

My father was a sailor,
My grandpa was a soldier
My brother is the 9 to 5
while I, I am the walrus."

That's the end of that...I admit I had a few drinks tonight I wonder if that was any good...I'll see in the morning.

Just remember a good poet always cries himself to sleep ;)

Local over an out.

Lone_Snipa!
11-27-2008, 02:42 AM
Charmander is a small little bugger
Cute and silly but high on sugar
Flamey tail and dragonlike appearance
Wonder what they'd look like if they'd dance

Charmeleon is bigger and looks ticked
So differant from the Charmander I picked
Stronger, faster, and a more fiery tail
Yet bigger it gets and it tips the scale

Charizard is huge, and even has wings
Only way he could be better is if he sings
Fire blasting faces off and flying away
Drinking in the hot suns ray

Pokemon evolve predictably
Cute to angry looking bully
Stronger, faster, and bigger too
But what form is better for you?




More to come as it forms in my demented skull

zach2m1
11-27-2008, 10:44 PM
Wow you guys are really good with poetry unfortunately that is my weakness in English oh and writing story to I just can't make good poems or storeys :(

Lone_Snipa!
11-28-2008, 01:29 AM
Rattata is useless
Needs lots of dental work now
Why does it exist



Raticate is no fun
Ugly as sin overbite
Looks really fat too


Haiku for the win.

localretard
11-28-2008, 03:14 AM
Remember Icarus, and his wax wings?
Well remember this story in which you are about to read.

Underneath the sea, Poseidon and his court
decided to award a small boy with a fort.

This boy, newly enraged with power
had his fort filled with soldiers within an hour.

His army was so large, the boy grew cocky,
so much in fact, the boy started to drink saki.

He had defeated everyone in his path
and everyone else feared his wrath.

One day the boy decided to challenge Poseidon, the god.
Poseidon, hearing this, sent a minion with a petard.

This crumbled the fort, and angered the boy.
Not one thing was left, not even a toy.

He had lost everything, and was red with rage.
So then the boy consulted a sage.

The sage had said "You must talk with Poseidon, himself.
He is the only one who can save you, my little elf."

The boy decided to go out to sea, in order to meet him.
This was a good decision, only problem was he couldn't swim.

The boy was to far out to turn around
when the boy started to drown.

Poseidon, being bitter about the situation,
decided it better off without the frustration.

The boy died, trying to make amends.
now his story hangs in time, and suspends.

This is where our epic poem ends,
just remember this tale about my friend.

and so to you, I bid adieu.
because this story is through.

[Fin]

Ninboycl
11-28-2008, 12:56 PM
Rattata is useless

My Rattata can kill a level 100. (He's level 4.)
WHAT. NOW. O.O *Thanks to Sonic62 for showing me the endure trick back in the day, I lost many a battles to him from his multitudes of Rattata.*

As for the poetry.. It should be read out during the marathon!

MSico
12-02-2008, 10:40 PM
By the river Eridanus stands a hunter and his dogs
With his sword drawn up and ready, fury glinting in his eyes
Locked in celestial battle with an invincible bull
The combatants stand stubbornly waiting for the other one to die

Loved by the goddess of the hunt, but rejected by her brother
Uru-anna, light of heaven, was killed while swimming in the sea
And the moon looked sad upon him, having shot him by mistake
Or perhaps it was a scorpion sent upon by jealousy

And the constellation Orion stands a testament to the age
The death of the noble hunter rendered tears from all the stars
Like a waterfall from the heavens, rain poured down upon the land
From their spirit grew a tree that they would call the Juniper

People came from all around to marvel at this godly plant
Many were poisoned by the needles, but the strongest still remained
After distilling the sacred berries, Apollo realized his mistake
For with the gods' lament and sacrifice, Orion's death was not in vain

I assure you on my honor this is all absolutely true
Should you hear another version of this epic melody
Wormwood was added by Italians, but the drink remained the same
And forever we remember why we drink gin martinis.

Orion was killed by jealous Apollo to bring you your gin martini.

zach2m1
12-03-2008, 12:01 AM
By the river Eridanus stands a hunter and his dogs
With his sword drawn up and ready, fury glinting in his eyes
Locked in celestial battle with an invincible bull
The combatants stand stubbornly waiting for the other one to die

Loved by the goddess of the hunt, but rejected by her brother
Uru-anna, light of heaven, was killed while swimming in the sea
And the moon looked sad upon him, having shot him by mistake
Or perhaps it was a scorpion sent upon by jealousy

And the constellation Orion stands a testament to the age
The death of the noble hunter rendered tears from all the stars
Like a waterfall from the heavens, rain poured down upon the land
From their spirit grew a tree that they would call the Juniper

People came from all around to marvel at this godly plant
Many were poisoned by the needles, but the strongest still remained
After distilling the sacred berries, Apollo realized his mistake
For with the gods' lament and sacrifice, Orion's death was not in vain

I assure you on my honor this is all absolutely true
Should you hear another version of this epic melody
Wormwood was added by Italians, but the drink remained the same
And forever we remember why we drink gin martinis.

Orion was killed by jealous Apollo to bring you your gin martini.

How do you all make poetry so good though I get stuck for hours writing about poetry and I would like to know some good tips on how to make a good poem because I would really like to get into this

localretard
12-03-2008, 01:00 AM
I really just make an epic first line and bullcrap it from there...using very descriptive and elegant words. I dunno just post anything really it doesn't have to rhyme. Dont be afraid just make up some crap man.

SilverSon
12-03-2008, 03:25 AM
Not mine.

question,
how does one go from chosen to posin?
trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
trapped in a wack idea designed by De Beers
to keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin
fear, it ca kill a man
turn a real man to a realer man
or package you
as a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
this message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
i had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haAa
its cool to imitate, the drone to your own
dont let the green grass across the picket fence
turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
smilin for his peers but,
at nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
and he cool wit that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
without change we over
from individuals to posers........

From the song Posers.

MSico
12-03-2008, 11:53 AM
By the river Eridanus stands a hunter and his dogs
With his sword drawn up and ready, fury glinting in his eyes
Locked in celestial battle with an invincible bull
The combatants stand stubbornly waiting for the other one to die

Loved by the goddess of the hunt, but rejected by her brother
Uru-anna, light of heaven, was killed while swimming in the sea
And the moon looked sad upon him, having shot him by mistake
Or perhaps it was a scorpion sent upon by jealousy

And the constellation Orion stands a testament to the age
The death of the noble hunter rendered tears from all the stars
Like a waterfall from the heavens, rain poured down upon the land
From their spirit grew a tree that they would call the Juniper

People came from all around to marvel at this godly plant
Many were poisoned by the needles, but the strongest still remained
After distilling the sacred berries, Apollo realized his mistake
For with the gods' lament and sacrifice, Orion's death was not in vain

I assure you on my honor this is all absolutely true
Should you hear another version of this epic melody
Wormwood was added by Italians, but the drink remained the same
And forever we remember why we drink gin martinis.

Orion was killed by jealous Apollo to bring you your gin martini.

How do you all make poetry so good though I get stuck for hours writing about poetry and I would like to know some good tips on how to make a good poem because I would really like to get into this

I based this on the legend of Orion, who fell in love with Artemis and was killed by her brother Apollo before becoming the constellation and eternally fighting with Taurus the bull. And I turned it into an epic ballad of the gin martini.

bobo_dude16
12-03-2008, 10:04 PM
here's mine:
I leik MUDKIPZ MK MK MKS

beat that

theph3nom
12-21-2008, 09:13 AM
Lol, I like all of those.

I've been writing for some time. I write poetry when I'm down or in a mood to write and I am also working on 2 novels simultaneously.

Aeronautical
12-22-2008, 03:51 PM
I think it's cool that you made this topic. I love poetry. I'm good at it, but only if I get to write it the way I want to. I hate it when they tell you how they want it XP

Heatran109
12-23-2008, 06:54 PM
nice work on the poetry sadly I'm not that great at poetry myself but its always interesting to see poetry every now and then :P

Shojau
12-25-2008, 12:19 AM
REVOLUTIONARY
BULLET

The shot heard round the world
Is not the start of a revolution
It's the bullet from the cartridge
From the gun in his firm grip

The silence of his voice
Aged in youth
By this harsh world
Silenced by that piece of lead

Fired from the gun
The gun in his hand
His finger on the trigger
Hole in his head

For the world silenced his voice
He silenced his voice
The world pushed him
Silenced his voice.

He was the one who pulled the trigger
He is the one to blame for the world
For he lives in it
And he creates it

He was the one who made countless mistakes
He was the one who made tears from eyes
He was the one who himself cried
He was the one who pulled the trigger

He will love the girl
No matter the words
The distance
The pain

Because when he is alone
And she is there
He can't help but to smile
But she's not there anymore.

She is gone
He drove her away
Unclean
Gun in hand

He has a choice
A bullet, a gun
He has a choice
Life, hope

The shot heard round the world
Is not the one of revolution
It's the shot of a gun
In the hands of the young.


One of my personal favorites.
Wrote it about a year ago.


This was written this morning as a late Christmas Present
for a ... "friend" of mine. It's set to A Perfect Circle's version of
"The nurse who loved me" off of their Thirteenth Step album.

“The girl with angel wings”


Say Hello
Blue eyed beauty of my dreams
You've been there a long time shifting through my dark secrets
Say Hello
To the spirals of my love
An individual brought forth from heaven's golden gates

It's your sun kissed face of youth
That pounds my heart
You've got everything I need
My only one
Idiosyncratic
The rebel of the system
No one can see those wings
My mind just knows it

Say Hello
To the distance between us both
The chasm closes with every night we drift off as one
Say Hello
To all the objects of our day
They are nothing when the stellar night kiss our reveries

It's your sun kissed face of youth
That pounds my heart
You've got everything I need
Glowing smile on your face
Idiosyncratic
The rebel of the system
No one can see those wings
My mind just knows it

It's your sun kissed face of youth
That pounds my heart
No one can see those wings
My mind just knows it

Say Hello
Blue eyed beauty of my dreams