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Post by Poly on Aug 30, 2010 11:39:16 GMT
Well I suppose written works are to be posted in the Art board.
This isn't a game. Sometimes I really just want to write Haiku's & poems.
There is no direction other than the simple Haiku formula, otherwise that would defeat the purpose.
Be creative & try to hold some semblance of coherency. Be original, don't post other peoples poetry.
Poly's Lucid Dream Limerick
With lucid dreaming the world is all mine,
I can do as I please & that suits me just fine.
A MILF was breastfeeding me in a public place,
I'm lactose intolerant and shat in her face.
I had that dream a lot so I added humor here,
I woke up laughing hysterically as I wiped a joyous tear.
But the tears came more quickly & the laughter went dead,
When I painfully realized I just shat in my bed!
Lonesome
Leela is asleep.
Our sleep cycles alternate.
I am still awake.
Thief
Knows no boundaries.
Greed always demands more loot.
Repent wicked one!
Anticipation
I made the poem thread.
But will it be successful?
We shall soon find out.
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Post by psychichobo on Aug 30, 2010 22:30:44 GMT
Sleep pattern
Eleven pm.
This is quite early for me.
Lie-in tomorrow.
Livin' the dream
What should I do now?
University's ended.
Cba with jobs...
Stagnation
The world is so big.
Hide in one place forever
And you will miss out. |
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Post by Poly on Aug 31, 2010 11:03:42 GMT
A Death Poem
Becky Van Horn was a such a worry wort
Ever since her grandmother warned her-
"Do not run while holding a fork
Death is around every corner"
The following day Becky went out to play
Just as she always did
Her flesh went from skin tone to a light shade of grey
When she heard "Death had put in his bid"
Later that week she fell from her swing
It bruised up her neck & left shoulder
The school nurse had said one ominous thing
"Death was nearby" She had told her
As Becky aged her condition got worse
She locked herself in night & day
Each day she would pray to be rid of her curse
"Oh please make my fear go away"
Soon all her torment had turned into rage
She had felt strong enough to fight it
Her fear was a hell & her mind was a cage
"So let's here & now decide it"
She was on who-have-you's, what-not's & she drank
while taking uppers & downers galore
When Becky's body took all it could take
She simply collapsed to the floor
This story holds not one bit of truth
I only wanted to write a death poem
If you know someone who might give a hoot
I'd like if you could to please show them
newgeneral.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=art&thread=124&page=1#3677
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Post by Dangeresque on Sept 1, 2010 9:10:39 GMT
I'm bogged down with work
I'll be back in a few weeks
I'm not The Hive Mind |
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Post by FungusA on Sept 1, 2010 11:57:50 GMT
NEWGEN POEM:
It all stared one day when a man named yori.
Got just a bit too stroppy.
And a community of people got reset.
And that community got quite distressed.
But then along came a brave young trio.
"Trygon, Poly and Dangeresque are here!"
And they decided "ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT"
And They made a place called newgen, this is it.
Now yori has nobody to bully and abuse.
And TTH members are incredibly amused.
And now we have a communist forum.
All made for the better of all of us.
FUCK YOU TTH.
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Post by Trygon on Sept 2, 2010 0:34:36 GMT
NEWGEN POEM:  FUCK YOU TTH.Translated. |
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Post by salamut2202 on Sept 2, 2010 6:05:16 GMT
euphoria! euphoria! i call out to thee
but as soon as a new day is over
for those eyes immortal, immortal can see
that such euphoria is never forever
but what of the hearts that bond into one?
but what of the gold that which no longer men?
yes i tell you now even these, even the sun
material is false, happiness ends.
the truth is that life is always suffering
although a miracle up upon spires
grasping, yearning, want are all the same thing
life is suffering, suffering is desire.
but how must beasts, and plants and gods
escape the eternal wanting?
for fill with gluttony all you want at all odds
or turn your back, iron will for those who're self denying
alas salvation to those who
want to escape reincarnation cycle
a middle path to walk illumed
not to excess now too little.
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Post by FungusA on Sept 2, 2010 10:04:22 GMT
NEWGEN POEM: FUCK YOU TTH.Translated. I <3 you. |
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Post by Poly on Sept 2, 2010 14:08:15 GMT
Ring Of Fire
There once was a boy named Fungus He
contracted diseases venereally.
The doctor had asked him "How can this be?"
"I hear-by declare consensually."
Translated
I seem to recall
Don't post other peoples work
All of us can read |
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Post by Alta on Sept 3, 2010 17:08:13 GMT
Here's a poem I wrote in English. We had to link a feeling to an object. I chose fire and fear. I think it still needs something, but my English teacher says it is excellent.., I'll let you decide...
Fear
Fear.
From a spark it grows,
Nurtured in the hands of unseeable foes.
Flickers.
Catches hold, ignites.
Causes shocks, causes frights.
Burns.
Catches fire, takes control.
Imprints itself upon your soul.
Smokes.
Clouds judgement, blocks sight.
Burying yourself in fright.
Spreads.
Jumps to others, pulls them in.
Corrupts them into deadly sin.
Blazes.
Corrupts all, maims, destroys.
Treats its subjects as simple toys.
Ashes.
Starved of fuel, it flickers out.
Leaving nothing but dust and drought.
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This is one I made when I was bored in a tent on the beach. It's basically how mediaeval people would see a robot. The robot that I was visualising is a humanoid ancient robot by the name of stalker, who is hired to kill. Anyway, poem:...
Stalker
A creature of power
A creature of might
A creature of human length
A creature of speed
A creature of skill
A creature of infinite strength
A creature of myth
A creature of pain
A creature quite unreal
A creature of sorrow
A creature of death
A limitless creature, of steel
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Yeah, I know - I'm no good at writing poems...
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Post by Poly on Sept 5, 2010 15:19:02 GMT
Yeah, I know - I'm no good at writing poems... Second Opinion
Alta's mistaken
I have read his other work
It's not good it's great
A Little Red In The Face Yuk Yuk
My mouth is bleeding
I kneed myself in the face
Fuck you quantum set |
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Post by Dangeresque on Sept 8, 2010 5:23:47 GMT
Half of tests over
But the worse is yet to come
I'm really quite pissed... |
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Post by Poly on May 17, 2011 2:56:52 GMT
I always make a spectacle slapping foreheads with my testicles it's now a local festival bi-weekly. If I haven't scared you off completely here is my hotel key I swear I'll pleasure you discreetly. May I suggest that you undress so that I may see your breasts and neck more clearly?
'cause in this light you look a lot like Betty White and oh how I long to hold her near me.
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Post by alice on May 17, 2011 12:07:50 GMT
Haikus are easy
But they don't always make sense
Refridgerator.
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