The Poetry Thread

[Metal Sink]

This is a thread where you can post poetry, I wrote this small piece an hour ago:

"For those who claim to be poetic
But really you're just synthetic
Then you're just fucking pathetic"

What poems have any of you guys written? Care to share? The post button's there!

 

[applecat]

HUM BOM! DIE CHRIS!
by Allen Ginsberg applecat

DIE CHRIS!
We killed Chris!
DIE CHRIS!
We killed Chris!
DIE CHRIS!
We killed Chris!
DIE CHRIS!
We killed Chris!

 

[bradsternum]

ChrisChan, ChrisChan
More boy than man
Tarded up daddy's
Best laid plans

 

[Foulmouth]

A Chris Haiku,

Man-boy full of fail
Godbear jesus is with you
Dance for us man-boy

 

[MerriedxReldnahc]

this is an assortment of haiku I wrote a while back, one of which I posted in our Chris-Chan haiku thread

Pretty Pretty Boy
His hair is totally like
gold and bananas

There was a man named
Harry who oh wait that's wrong
that's a limerick

The spring rainfall brings
unmitigated horrors
springing into bloom

fjajf'fka'';-9
vm'jlsjlldinosaursjk..'>';>
fnF>:gf"DG>go-r0
(That one was postmodern)

Weeping manchildren
sit in their DIRTY CRAPPED BREIFS
seeking their heartsweet

stop stop stop stop stop
stop stop your fucking tapping
you motherfucker

hi i liek bunnies
cause they are very funnies
buy them with moneys

If there was a song
of the internet it would
just sound like pooping

My haiku is bad
I don't care shut your cakehole
HATERS GONNA HAT

 

[Foulmouth]

A limerick by Foulmouth,

There once was an autist named jace,
Badly needed a punch in the face,
He drew in a large crowd,
Who sperged long,hard and loud,
Now they've taken over this place.

 

[EI 903]

A knight shining gold
Dumb scrawny motherfucker
That haircut, really?

A free-form poem:

Nick Bate
fucking kill yourself
this isn't a poem
do it
faggot

 

[EI 903]

Pep

How can I make friends and be liked?
I guess I'll join a forum
and shitpost merrily.
Unbridled autism.
I love this place!
post post post
What's this?
Bann!?!
But why?
Make a sock,
no one will know.
Everything's better.
Bann again- email Null
I shall become a Badger.
CWCki is love, CWCki is life.​

 

[Foulmouth]

'Long comes a sperg Nomoresleeping,
"bout evil wimminz be weeping.
In love with his hand,
He then fears a bann,
Off the bann cliff I think he'll be leaping.

 

[LM 697]

http://cwckiforums.com/threads/if-you-like-me-please-tell-me.2516/page-22#post-252647

Applecat - pretty
You are the prettiest ween
None compare to you

 

[Tavern Explorer]

Damn NoMoreSleeping
Stahp using "parody" wrong
The Knife is angry

 

[Foulmouth]

There was a fine lass called The Knife,
saved young Tavern from homeworking strife,
She was entertaining in chat,
Full off great knowledge that,
Bought teachings to many a life.

 

[EI 903]

 

[Sanic]

A great master once said to his student,

"Light is Dark,
Dark is Light

Truth is Truth

Light is Light
Dark is Dark"

"But how can this be?", the student asked, "how can two so different be the same and how are they truth?"

Master replied,

"The truth is simple, one must see past distinctions of light and dark, then the two are one. oimply one."

------------------------------

guys im so fucking high right now.

 

[Connor Bible]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get your eyes checked,
YOU SON OF A BITCH.

 

[Cid Highwind]

There once was a man in Missouri,
Whose death sparked a national fury.
Shot dead by police,
for disturbing the peace,
"It's legal!" proclaimed the grand jury!

There once lived a woman in Texas
Who specialized in spells and hexes.
The white people got mad
At the power she had,
So she turned them all into mex'es.

There once lived a man in Virginia
Who had a twenty four inch memba'.
When he got erect,
Anyone would reject,
The five feet he'd want to put in ya.

There once lived a man in Montana,
Who'd pleasure himself with bananas.
He lived in his truck,
was down on his luck,
And only ever listened to Santana.

 

[Steamboat_Bill]

A haiku:

Laughing at morons
On the Internet is fun
But quite depressing

A poem about everyone's favorite website full of spergs, done in the style of Don Marquis:

well boss
i am getting used
to the computer
though it was easier
to press the keys
on the typewriter
i have just found
a website called
tv tropes
about cliches
in the media
and i don t know
if i should be
concerned
that so many adults
are enjoying japanese
cartoons and shows
about ponies
it doesn t seem
normal to me
but they have a page
for the poems
that i wrote
and it s even done
like i type
it goes to show
there s always a
worthwhile thing
in a sea of muck

archy

(Yes, yes, I know, I know, it sucks and it probably ought to be improved...

And is there a thread where we can talk about poetry? I can't find one...)

 

[bearycool]

OH FOR FUCK SAKE! Fine, I'll actually post meaningful shit.

Let's begin.

The Man in the Forlorn Hills

My broken, naked tree
How you look like my broken heart.

Darkness in the vast spaces of perception,
Tears eroding the impalpable blackness.
There, clothed in forgotten memory
Lies a man in the forlorn hills.

He who sits before a deadened ash
And hopes in vain for its leaves to grow.
How much he wishes for its greenery,
But all there is are naked branches.

Thump thump thump
Sounds his heart to nothing
Thump thump thump
Pines his heart to no one.

The tenebrous blue looms far above,
unconscious of the man's afflictions.
The tree and the heart continue on
With no reason but to perpetually "be".

No more leaves, no more fruit.
The man and tree are in eternal winter.
None are coming to bring them life;
None are coming to give them love.
None are coming, none are coming...

The rain falls like liquid crystal,
Shimmering with no meaning.
All things in this unknown land
Swim and dance with little meaning.

The man hears only rustling wind
And echoes of a lone piano in his mind.

Such is destiny of the broken heart,
Such is the world that we live.
We gaze out the vast eternities,
And see nothing but our soul alone.

We pine and ask for affection:
We try to seek another in the swaying grass,
Yet always we are the forlorn man.
Our abode lies in the hills and ash,
In the places where no one else exists.





​

The Incarnate

Eyes that shine like blue twilight,
Eyes that stare like cold midnight.
A tumultuous sea of brilliant energy,
Casting the world by deadly storm.

The Voices whisper,

"What you forgot shall be recalled,
And the mirror turned towards you.
Memory of memory, thought of thought,
Each effect remembering its cause."

Voice roaring into deepest space,
Resounding a forgotten place,
Remembering a forgotten past.
The incarnate's flame rises from the dark.

The Voices sing,

"You shall see that shadow return again,
A rising understanding of darkness forgot.
What is invisible to the eye shall be seen;
You will sense what was locked in your heart."

A Knight gazes out solemnly to eternity,
His sword drawn to the tenebrous gray.
He senses the brilliant fire come now:
He takes up oaths to protect the cerulean Flame.

The Flame calls,

"The ebbs and tides of the world have changed.
And in it, mankind will face their dark reflections."

The piercing silence before the tempst,
A sweet taste of honey that tempts us
To enter the maelstrom of dark remembrance.
In the center, the incarnate rises forever.

He says before all is torn asunder,

"The lies you hide
The false beliefs you hold,
Now fall away,
Fall away,
Fall away..."​

The One I Love

To a friend

Shine you in this world,
Shine you in sweet light.
The blazing eyes aglow;
Let the world now know
You will rise above the sky.

The little shall guide the big.
The match shines brighter than the sun.
A stoat, the king of animals;
He guides all with the song of his call.

The lion bows before the weasel.
The swan blushes at his beauty.
The parrots cry out his name.
The otter collects pearls for his crown.
The rabbit prophesies further greatness.

Shine on, shine on
You brilliant spark of majesty!
All the forest turns to glass
At the touch of your little paws.
Your pelt, more orange than all the sunsets.

My love, none can posses you,
Yet all wish you for their own.
The polecat is the mighty cat,
Who roars at the soul of men.

So come and take what is yours!
The love you deserve comes now at last.
And when we must return again to night,
You shall at the end be our guiding light.​

 

[bearycool]

Four Years to the Day

Still fresh in my mind, the many tears;
The inner sadness, the unfulfilled wish.
The desire, the regret that'll never end:
That never I became better friends with you.
You two, gone away forever.

All have gone have married on,
Have made families and carried on.
Yet still I lie here in this night.
Still I lie here in the moment,
Perpetual in the death forever.

A mixture of abandonment here I feel;
As if I have died four years ago.
We both the same friends lost in tragedy;
We both never have left the spot we fell.

I feel awful thinking in this way,
In this mode of thought here I lay...
I can't stop thinking all the time:
Here, the friend I never fully knew.

I wish I never was the one to be different:
To be gay.
To be unmarried.
To be alone.
To be different.
I'm here forlorn in the greatest shadows.
And here still I think of each of you...​

Epitaph:

My words are of the bird's beat,
Of the wind's ephemeral taste:
Full of the sound and the fury,
Yet their ends bring nothing but air.​

The Rite of Passage

Now comes the winter;
Now comes the snow.
Now comes the clouds;
Now comes the rain,
And all our tears.

A generation rises;
A generation falls.
What once did beget us
Now drops like summer leaves.

We grow up and leave our roots.
We become the adults like our parents.
We take another harsh step forward.
The mountains grow ever higher.

It hurts, and still our legs force us to move.
Still our eyes stare on the path we're ever on.
The clouds are crying and obscuring,
And the mud below wears us down.

And just the same, we must go.
Make not vain the promises we gave;
Make not lie the love we abide.
For their sake, we must further ride.

The world darkens, still we try to find the light.​

 

[MrCKMongler had cybersex with ADF lol]

haikus can be fun
but sometimes they don't make sense
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