New poem thread

it comes and goes
it hides and lurks
just when it vanishes
it pounces upon you
stretching its claws around you
and breathing into your ear.
you just lost the game

 

I lost the game >.<
Also;

I call this one

Structure of a poem

A
B
A
B
C
C
A

 

I just lost the game.

A rhyme and a riddle,
A song played on a fiddle,
A hearty, grandoise tune.
Men filled with laughter,
Whom always are after,
The women serving the booze.

Interrupted the scene,
When flew open the screen,
That let the wind flow in the Summer.
A shadow silhouetted,
Sudden evil expected,
Silence draped over the room.

A dark figure stood there,
All shrouded in black wear,
His eyes glowing, revealing his grin.
One step in the room,
And the men suffered gloom,
He seemed to emanate sin.

A glass fell to the floor,
Whole, no more,
The shatter broke the silence.
Men shouted, women screamed,
Complete chaos, it seemed,
Would be the downfall of this small inn.

A clatter and shink,
But, a second clink?
It appeared the shadow was fought.
A young boy with a knife,
Flourishing with life,
The evil man's blade, he stopped.

The two met gazes,
All else faded,
They only sensed each other.
With deadly precision,
The shadow fought with derision,
The boy was only a small bother.

A deft move by the man,
The boy with empty hands,
All seemed lost for the small inn.
When a portal did appear,
To a future battle of fear,
And a laser shot the man's chin.
Deus Ex Machina had saved the small inn.

 

Noses are red,
Our skin is blue,
Thus is the life,
Of an icebreaker crew.

 

arteries are red
and veins are not really blue
so wise up to the ways of the world
or i will shoot you

 

what, the llama thing? Probably one of my better ones. The funny thing is I tend to write better material when I don't take it seriously.

 

Why so serious?
Let people write what they want.
It's just poetry.

Best haiku ever.

 

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Sitting in my little room,
Cozy here with my eight friends,
To the Terrans i'll bring doom,
Come my foes, to meet thy end!

The command is here, i am to fly!
Swarming with my brothers in the sky!
Remember my job, prepare to strafe,
Lining up a terran wraith,
One of my comrades is destroyed,
Quickly a replacement is built and deployed,
I fire my cannons of pulse,
Last shot in,
A victory, however false.

i take a hit, my shield's now waste,
Quick! Towards safety with haste,
One more hit i'm history,
How i survived this long's a mystery,
Hope my brothers will finish soon,
Destroying the enemies of Adun!

Sitting in my little room...

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Sorry it's 2am

 

Anime sucks
So does Haiku
I wont stay long
Deja Vous?

 

The winter wind wisps and blows
While the grey sky snows
Where am I? who knows?
Alone, cold, afraid
When will my patience be paid?


I know it doesn't make too much sense, but it was something that came off the top of my head in a minute or two, just thought I share the first draft.

 

pressure: critical
the anger: overwhelming
I killed my laptop

 

Why hello there Faith.
A little parkour we shall?
Oh no, that's a cop.

 

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My life for Aiur,
My love for you!

Completely original of course

 

Uh huh.

 

Poetry doesn't have to be serious. You could consider the vast majority of Shakespeare's work poetry, and he wrote mostly comedies.

"A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"

"The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."

"It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks."

"Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming."

"Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad."

--William Shakespeare

 

ima be honest, I could never get into Shakespeare and didnt see the lore behind his poetry.

and I think dark ment for the thread to be more serious when he made his. yea, you can think of stuff off your head and make it fun, but its always nice to see a more serious side to people that poetry can really bring out in a beautiful way

 

Humorous poems are fine, but everyone was treating the other thread as a complete joke.

 

Poetry doesn't have to be serious.

 

Fine, how about non-serious poems in Ovvies thread, and serious ones in mine?

 

A woman in liquor production
Owns a still of exquisite construction.
The alcohol boils
Through magnetic coils.
She says that it's "proof by induction."