Let's get poetic!

[Segadroid]

I'm in a poetic mood today, I suddenly came up with this small piece just some hours ago:

"Meeting people should be like getting a present: you shouldn't keep staring at the outside, you are supposed to unwrap it and see for yourself what it truly contains."

"Therefore, it saddens me that the modern world clearly demands a beautiful shell, but an empty, easily moulded chamber."

"People have forgotten what people are."

"But, in time, they will remember it once more."

"Let us all hope we realise this fast enough, before we simply tear ourselves apart."


My question to you guys is: Can you make a small poet with a clear theme? I'm eager to know if there are other poetic-ish people here. You can discuss them if you really want to.

 

[Marmalade]

I didn't make this its part of a russian poem:
Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочащая слякоть
Весною черною горит.

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

I think it's nice.

 

[Chechosaurus]

This is a poem I wrote on my travels in Iceland.

Winfrey the Happy Puffin was a sad puffin.
He didn't much care for liquorice but all the other sweets were gone.
"I wish I were a happy puffin," said Winfrey the Happy Puffin, who
although his name might suggest,
was not a happy puffin.
And the liquorice certainly didn't help.
"I wish Winfrey were a happy puffin," said the liquorice,
who was very empathetic.
And Winfrey the Happy Puffin and the empathetic liquorice
lived happily ever after.

EDIT: I found a Haiku I wrote too.

I was a puffin.
But I didn't care for it.
I'd rather be a goose.

There were a lot of puffins about at the time.

 

[WINDOWCLEAN2]

"As he sits here by this broken wall, He hears the sound of heavans call.
He thinks back to how it all began, And how it ended with a fateful Bang.

As he walks along the empty town, he see's the burning sun go down.
He feels the chill of the haunting night, and hopes against a firefight.
His hopes are smashed when he see's a flash, And as he turns round he see's his best friend hit the ground.
Then once again that awful sound, of bullets tumbling round and round.
And as the final bullet enters him, He see's the fiery devils grin.

And as he sits here by this broken wall, He hears the sound of heavens call."

Just made this now. Opinions?

 

[Segadroid]

"As he sits here by this broken wall, He hears the sound of heavans call.
He thinks back to how it all began, And how it ended with a fateful Bang.

As he walks along the empty town, he see's the burning sun go down.
He feels the chill of the haunting night, and hopes against a firefight.
His hopes are smashed when he see's a flash, And as he turns round he see's his best friend hit the ground.
Then once again that awful sound, of bullets tumbling round and round.
And as the final bullet enters him, He see's the fiery devils grin.

And as he sits here by this broken wall, He hears the sound of heavens call."

Just made this now. Opinions?

Wow, I'm simply baffled.

 

[LiquidGrape]

"I see.

I let my knuckles caress me until I feel a salty reward fill my eyes.

I recite a tired mantra of broken promises and wallow in the guilt which rushes over my body until I am reminded by the inevitability of daybreak.

I curse everyone and everything but nobody or nothing quite as much as myself.

I seek comfort in sex; the moral vacuum of my fantasies repulse and excite me in waves.

I browse my appetites for hours before I realize that there will be no release. No happy ending.

I lie coiled up in damp sheets and the hope that tomorrow will be different.

I know that tomorrow is never different, but I have yet to convince myself of it.

I choose not to see."

---

The above is symptomatic of how the human psyche responds to great quantities of Nicole Blackman and a tough week.

 

[Stranger of Sorts]

A nice haiku here by a woman called Wendy -I forget the surname.

What's that beautiful lemon yellow headed flower in the garden?
Oh yes, a football.

Really makes you think.

 

[Segadroid]

Here's another one I just made up.

"I feel threatened by the monster that is humanity."

"It wants nothing more than consume me into it's uses."

"The Consumed Ones tell me it's fine to live in a 'perfect' world."

"That is, their perfect world."

"Refusal is my answer."

"For I know, I can be happy with my current one."

"The tools lay ready, I just need to find them."

Any thoughts?

 

[Sonicron]

Note: I did not come up with this, sadly. However, it's one of my all-time favorites, and from what I can gather it's actually from a "The Darkness" comic...

I am the devil, the devil I am
And I wait for the soul of an innocent man

Be he young or be he old
Be his pockets full of gold

Be he happy, rich or wise
Be the ocean as blue as his eyes

I'll wait for the coming at the midnight hour
I'll pickle his soul and turn it sour

For once an innocent heart I see
That innocent heart belongs to me

 

[More Fun To Compute]

I call this "A treatise on the management of the BBC."

6 music shut by 2012
can't help but feel a little cross
for what reason do they shelve?
overpaying cocks like Jonathan Ross

 

[Quaxar]

referring to that article: http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/industry-alarm-at-r-rated-cover-up/story-e6frg6nf-1225819431495

Australians sell both films and games
but they never see more than the names
for looking at covers
makes them kill all the others
at least that's what Atkinson claims.

I like Limmericks... and Turtles

 

[Fniff]

OK, here's one I did eariler.

It's a dog,
not a hog,
not a bog,
not a fog,
certainly not a moggie,
for it is a doggie.

I am strange.

 

[GuideBot]

Hello says guidebot,

peeking into this fine thread,

Creating Haiku.

 

[Dr.Susse]

I am a sovereign gent
I've sailed the seven sea's
But sadly on my last trip I caught a certain disease
It doesn?t hurt me much and healthy I do seem
But every time I use the loo
My pee dose turn a green

 

[AvsJoe]

Once again I am kicking myself for losing my award-winning poem "My Brave Canuck Friend". I would've loved to have shared it with you guys.

Winfrey the Happy Puffin was a sad puffin.
He didn't much care for liquorice but all the other sweets were gone.
"I wish I were a happy puffin," said Winfrey the Happy Puffin, who
although his name might suggest,
was not a happy puffin.
And the liquorice certainly didn't help.
"I wish Winfrey were a happy puffin," said the liquorice,
who was very empathetic.
And Winfrey the Happy Puffin and the empathetic liquorice
lived happily ever after.

I was a puffin.
But I didn't care for it.
I'd rather be a goose.

That's a lot of puffin right there! I have never seen more puffins/sentence than this right here and I watch nature documentaries.

 

[Chechosaurus]

snip

That's a lot of puffin right there! I have never seen more puffins/sentence than this right here and I watch nature documentaries.

Go to the Westman Isles in Iceland my friend and there are enough puffins to be the inspiration of many a poem.

 

[Claymorez]

Down in the Vally, the Vally of Stone,
The Koden lies among shattered bone,
Amid all its Victims.
Within its Grey Home.
The Koden lies waiting to make you it's own.

 

[dark-amon]

Hmm, okay I think I got one:

'A human becomes a person in the meeting with another.
A human becomes a better person in the meeting with many.'