Poetry Thread

[Maine]

Some Haiku's I wrote in class a long time ago:

Each day to his own,
Ruled by a ruthless father,
Never seen again.

How tall one must be,
Clouds wrapped around your shoulders,
But where lay your heart?

Wander as you may,
Look to the sky once more,
You will never fly.

The longer the road,
The further the walk will be,
You better start now.

[anoni]

Sweet Haikus

Just a song

-False Memories

Look inside, What - do you see?
(Mmmhmm)
Tell me now, what - you will be?
(Mmmhmm)
Look back, see the memory..
(Mmmhmm)
Look back, see the fantasy
(MmmHmm)

What do you, want from me?
(Mmmhmm)
Seeking abnormalty?
(Mmmhmm)
Why caaaaaaaan't you just, let - it - be?
(Mmmhmm [lower])


So DON'T. TELL. ME. IT'S. WRONG~
and DON'T. TELL. ME. IT'S. BAAAAD~
Cause these FALSE memories, are the best
I've
ever
haaaaaaad.

and I know
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
I can tell you
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
You know that
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
It's true that
BUGS BUNNY WAS THEEEEEEEREEEE~

tell me doc, is - it - true?
(MmmHmm)
Was it him, or was it you?
(Mmmhmm)
Really then, what do I do?
(Mmmhmm)
Cause I no longer have a clue?
(Mmmhmmmm)

Shattered like broken glass
(Mmmhmm)
My thoughts weren't made to last
(Mmmhmm)
why caaaaan't you just, kiss - my - ass
(Mmmhmm)

so TELL. ME. YOU'RE. JUST. WRONG~
and TELL. ME. I'M. JUST. HIGH~
Cause it sounds like you're just
telling
me
a lie

cause I know
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
cause you know
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
So tell me
BUGS BUNNY WAS THERE~
please just say
BUGS BUNNY WAS THEEEEEEEREEEE~

please STOP. WITH. THE. NON.SENSE
before IT. STARTS. MAKING. SENSE,
because I can live
in my
own
elegance

you're right
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
It's true
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
It's you
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
I'm throguh
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T THERE~
BUGS BUNNY WASN'T
...
THERE

[Maine]

Blue oh blue,
The dreary sorrows we behold of you,
gentle echoes stroke your skin.
Or is that your reflection in the sea?

Capture our gaze as you must,
Yawn of dawn and plume of dusk,
surely you keep our heavens safe.
The perfect frame for stars.

Thunderous waves haul to land as loud as your cry,
You have swallowed and ocean that will easily forgive.
He grasps at land each day, speaking of your kind voice.   

[nixon/monto]

I look in the mirror and see a kid
In the corner he hid.
When he came out I said hi
When he came out he said why.
Why did I change to someone I am not?
One day I almost got caught.
I told him I don't know why.
He said, but you were a great guy.
I know what I once was, but things have to change.
You naver looked for fortune or fame.
I had no reason.
You loved the seasons.
I still am me.
But your not you see
Your different now,
I'm different how?
You loved the cartoons and the puppets to.
But I still do.
You changed in some way
A way I can't explain.
I haven't been changed or altered in any way,
I like new things but the old are still the same.
I have fortune and fame.
But in different ways.
The fortune of love from my family.
In the furry fandom is whee I want fame, you see?
I haven't been subtracted or divided
I've been added.
I love my self now
And my furry friends all around

Thank you my furry friends…for all youve done

[anoni]

What is weight? Is it simply M-G?
Something that's described physically?

Do things have more weight then we can see?
Weight that exists immeasurably?

In the abstract world of peoples minds,
Is this weight not simply a property?

A property of meaning, purpose,
That exists even unknowingly?

Take a flag, a series of patterns,
that makes and breaks nations certainly.

It's not the flag, or pattern, that's power,
but weight that exists abstractly.

Is the pen mightier than the sword,
because the pen has weight invisibly?

Can a weak king rule a strong country,
because of this weight on society?

Perhaps this weight is most important,
In determining a destiny.

The most powerful force that exists,
entirely in ones fantasy.

So stop worrying about the seen,
And increase this weight exponentially.

Because then you're a king and a god,
who's exploiting this weight, successfully.

[Maine]

We will all become sketches of our prior selves,
And in time my dear,
tell me which is more real?

Mother builds her mountains,
great piles of earth.
Filthy things they are,
have you ever met one who finds it pleasant to trudge up their skin?
Perhaps though, they make the horizon more beautiful.

Freeformin' yo'
just some things I thought about on the bus today.
I find that's when the best ideas come to me

[pawz9]

a little poem I wrote for my now ex-girlfriend

ill be by your side
as long as you draw breath
and even when you don't
ill be there forever in death

[nixon/monto]

When light shines on you,
Darkness is shone somewhere else,
Where ever you go darkness will follow you though.

He will be on your tail, in your wake, on the trail,
He tempts you each moment, and they are hard to resist,
But admit to yourself when you resist you do fail.
 
It is satan it is the devil who drags you down,
Grabs you by the ankle,
Drags you to the ground.

He is temptation, he is lust and he's greed,
There is good inside you,
But which one do you feed!

Don't kill the love don't get rid of the fight,
Inside of you there is a bright shining light,
Keep hold of the light, show satan your might!

(Show the world
Your love.)

[Spotted_Serval]

This one is called "Contemplation" ~


This burning sadness,
This empty ache,
To think you know someone,
Only to find that it's been a waste.


I know I can be difficult,
Struggling with my own self hate,
But to lose a good friend like you is something I can't take.


So now it's time to withdraw again,
To contemplate my worth,
I don't think I will find much there,
Although I hope its worth the search.

[MrRazot]

I can't stand when I hear somebody say,
How thing could have gone better another way.
I just find such things to be a bit too cliche,
Who know's just how it could be another day.

[nixon/monto]

"Game over"

When we live and always worry about the future.
We try to prepare for what happens but we are not really sure.
We spend our days being cautious and carful.
Because unlike Mario we only have one life to fill.

Mario can gain lives but Only we can gain experience.
We try for the same thing, from the beginning ever since.
A goal that we go for, something we want badly.
You want something good dont live your life sadly.

Mario to his princesses and us to our wish.
Something to fill this dull china dish.
We live and die in a short period of time.
It's not what we do but why.

Feel the earth beneath your feet.
Do something Einstein can't even beat.

You have one life, spend it well.
You have awesome gifts and we know they are swell.
Change the world for the future generations.
Make the world have anticipation for your own creations.

By nix (Dave) "change the world for a brighter future."

[anoni]

Blinding light, it casts the darkest shadow behind the wings,
I open my eyes, and take my first real breathe,
looking over into a void, dotted by giants of immeasurable power,
only specs though.

I relax, I hear only the sounds I make,
The wisp of air going into my mouth,
Inhale, exhale, the only thing that is present,
I let go, and I move or everything else simply moves away from me.

The white bars escape my presence, it all floats away,
I stand still, with nothing keeping me down, I'm free.
I turn my head and hold my breathe, to hear an unearthly silence,
a silence captured by the void, for I am present and nothing else is.

I float in space, the rays of the sun gleaming upon my suit,
Brighter than anything I've ever seen.
Yet equally magnificent creations, continuous explosions, nuclear bombs.
All seem like nothing.

I stare back, the earth, the moon, everything, it's all... small.
Am I upside down? Where am I? Is this my home?
I let out that breathe, tired of the silence that is unachievable,
to simply float, forever more, with nothing.

[nixon/monto]

That was a little depressing. But still cool.

[anoni]

Here's a random rap I made at 3 am after about 6 hours of programming

You know who I am? I am a compsci Student,
You know what I be doing? Coding C 'cause I'm fluent;
When you see me walking, you see me with a stride,
cause I'm always following the rules in the style guide.

Don't you know? Well I'm a fierce damn hunter
Gonna find you in my graph, You think I'm a nutter?
FOOL! nothing will ever beat my perfect ADT,
find yo' Dracula hidden in my binary search tree!

So don't come knockin' for my hunter.c
Cause it's somethin' I know you'll never be,
Know your quicksort fool? Median of three?
Ha! And to think you believe you can beat me!

So if you think we can't beat a post-grad,
You have then truly gone totally mad,
Cause I'm up here, in coding heaven,
Owning the assignment in comp1927

[anoni]

A servant of thought, sits at his desk,
Shining in pride, reading symbols on a screen,
Ones with lines and dots and circles,
That tell him what to do through shackles

A servant of machine, stands at the line,
As happy as can be, moving his hands,
Putting things on other things as they come,
Awaiting their service from the slave.

A servant of man, stands at the podium,
Full of vigor, projecting some sounds,
Tone after tone, mouth movements flow,
In order to please its real master

Servants controlled by servants,
Cooperation through obedience,
All abide, All adhere,
For Necessity and Fear.
All seek to be free,
Free from their own grasp.
And one day such will happen,
And all will be free,
Through fire and suffering,
Men will be free,
Through ending and oblivion,
women will be free,
For the fires of their servants.
Will come down upon them,
And through the bright flash,
All will be free.
And chaos will rise,
Devolve in Anarchy,
And all will peril in the abaddon,
And all will curse the freedom,
And the slaves will rise,
To be slaves once more,
And all will be gone.