Share your poems

Uh, wow. It's not that good...
And now that you've said it, I have to prove that I really shouldn't. So here's two more pieces, there'll probably be third one related to them, but it's way too late to do it today >.<


I.

With Mind a realist and Heart idealist
Thinker is thrown into land beyond mist

He asks his companion what sights to be seen
Will there be fairies or things to be feared

The other won't answer directly the question
He'd show him a vision his dreams revelation

Through forest walks Stranger supported by cane
One eye of his ice is one eye of his flame

Gloves on his hands back covered by cape
Fair breeze around him his feet firm on earth

The Thinker wonders what's going on here
Is it the Heaven or shall he feel fear

It's as if the Stranger befriended Elements
But how can it be? It does not make sense

Ponder he would but time would not wait
The vision is yet to show him things great

He'd see a huge claw a scale and a tail
The horns and the wings all covered by flame

A creature most fearsome of power and might
And yet it shows wisdom and clear and bright mind

He thinks of experience of magic and stories
Is this beginning or maybe the end of his

Then vision shatters a cruel awakening
Was it a dream? Is there such a thing?

There is no record in books there's no proof
From such an image he shall stay aloof

Why would one eager for this kind of place?
He could not fathom no reason nor sense.


II.

With Mind a realist and Heart idealist
Steps Dreamer into the land of malice

Where sin runs rampant and light is scarce
Are truth and hope there or are they farce?

He wonders why has he been summoned
What wicked creature would want him damned?

Who would observe his will being broken
His hope being crushed from dreams him awaken?

He tries to get out but way is not clear
Will he ever leave or will he stay here?

He stumbles blindly trying to find them
Where have they gone? Are they even there?

The dragons the magic all of his friends
Where are the knights where the Elements?

He feels as if this place were true Hell
His visions and dreams beginning to fade

He feels as if Heart of his was long bleeding
While there's someone there watching and grinning

A friend tries to help but no he's not right
The dreamer will find him him will he fight

The friend tries again he says that he knows
But Dreamer is lost he clings to his hopes

He's hearing the reasons he's being told rules
What's it he sees though is world full of fools

He's trying to tell them that this is no life
By all regulations they have been made blind

It's not through act of walking or breathing
One only lives if one can keep dreaming

 

*hasn't read it yet but will*
posting more won't make the first less awesome xD

 

Now THAT is awesome.

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I know its not funny
But its the best I could do


*runs away with his michaevellic (michaevellic? yay I'm a poet) spam*

 

Light, I think the term you are looking for is Machiavellian.

 

I was about to correct myself but I was too busy running away.

 

*watches* is it just me or is the quality of threads plummeting faster than the US economy?

 

It's been for quite a while now. Weren't you supposed to comment on something btw?

 

Well then, let me share an ode to punctuation and a little something I wrote about an year gao...

dot
dot, we need you
even though we sometimes forget you
even though we sometimes abuse you
even though we sometimes overly use you
we still need you, dot​

I in your eyes see
a summers day
a picnic blanket
icecream and cookies
when you smile

I in your eyes see
happiness
friendship
love
when you smile

I in your eyes see
togetherness
a future
our future
when you smile
​

 

Hey what the ****? I made this thread so people could share what they have made. If you don't like my thread, you don't have to post in it.

 

She wasn't talking about thread itself but the crap people (Meee included) post in it - and other threads too

To be clear, I mean spam, not the poems

 

'Tis a cold dark winter night,
And their beady eyes are filled with fright.
Bounding through the fluffy white snow
They are, this troupe of little hares.
On, and on, and on they go
Searching for a warm nest they all can share.
Finally through the worst of the storm,
They spy a truly gargantuan form;
Its conical neck rose up into the night,
And the little hares trembled at the might
Of each breath the creature drew.
Yet so tempting was this mountain of fur
to these bunnies, amongst cold they could not endure
that they sought shelter under the beast
until the next morning, when the storm had ceased.

Prompted by a story my art teacher told at assembly, about how he found wild rabbits sleeping under his pet llama to get out of the weather.

 

Credit goes to FurFag 7221.

 

Poems, not pictures.

 

I am running from something, I don’t know
I am searching for something, which way to go?
I am trying to separate what’s real
I’m running in a wheel

From green to red our days pass by
Waiting for a sign to tell us why
Are we dancing all alone?
Collect some stars to shine for you
And start today there are only a few
The sign of times my friend

..... yes.... a poem....



Credit to: In Flames

 

Roses are red
violets are blue
in Soviet Russia
poem writes you!

 

rofl, that made me grin

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Anime sucks
and i need the loo

 

You asked for poems, you're the one that's not posting them.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
At these types of poems,
****ty, gets you.

 

You're spamming, I am asking for real poems, not just toying around.

I haven't posted any, cause I haven't been up to writing any at the moment.

 

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm writin' poetry,
S'all pretty coo'.