Official Poetry Thread

[Kitty]

Dark your a hobo who wants a house but you got to settle with breaking into other peoples houses to user their internet?

 

Not even close.

 

You should really make an Official Quote Thread' date=' because people like myself want to post short quotes or blurbs of text with meaning that is not suitable for a poetry thread.

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That's what i got out of the Haiku... SOORREH touche aren't we Darky?

Loosen up.... =D

 

obviously you want to have your own house? AMIRITE?

[Dark]

Moron. :/

 

The haiku means that people are dealt things. Like a kid is given cancer. It can be traced back through genetics, but ignore that from now.

 

People have to play with what they are dealt, and feeling sad about it and wanting more amounts to nothing without work behind it.

[Kitty]

D=

nu don't call me a moron please....

 

Ah now I see the hidden infor

 

Did i get it right?

 

 

Living in a box. (This is tied to family blood line living; in the bloodlines box)

So unfortunate. (Relates to getting a unwanted P'Problem' from genetics)

I want a big house. (Wishing that [i need help.])

[Huntar!]

Nice poem Darkalicious.

[Kitty]

Nice poem Darkalicious.

 

O.o

 

ok then Princeilicious....

 

The second part of my poem will be up tomorrow

 

@ Dark what about the last line?

[Dark]

Nice poem Darkalicious.

 

Thanks. o_O

 

The last line means people want something to happen but take no action for it.

 

Another one, try to decipher this meaning:

 

I walk down the road.

The trees burning at the end.

Should I turn back now?

[Altαir]

Wow, I just noticed that it's OMG-A-KITTY. I always though it was OMEGA-KITTY. I think I need an eye check. Or a brain check.

 

Dark, your poems aren't those confusing double meaning poems that I can easily solve. Yours are much more complicated than that.

[Dark]

Was that a compliment or an insult?

 

Another one, this might be a bit easier:

 

Rain falls from the sky.

But what if that is not true?

How can I prove it?

[Icy]

[spoiler=Apparently I messed up a poem]

A sliver of three,

We sought for thee,

With news of joy,

Set forth anew,

 

Pass the wind,

Passed the isle,

And into land,

Shaken in sight,

 

Aghast for words,

Marching with the waves,

Climbing with the face,

Unaware how long we'd been gone,

 

Having found our passage,

A portal awaited our arrival,

It had seen many days,

Like those whom entered its doors,

 

Toughening ourselves,

Wary a step,

Not a soul to be found,

Cept' those of our own,

 

A bird jerked our scare,

Through the way,

We searched for more,

But found naught a goal,

 

Till we searched another trek,

And found another door,

To our goal we found,

The stench of decay,

 

We pondered a long,

On the souls we sought,

To those have gone,

Not a word but a prayer.

 

[Kitty]

@Icy:Good poem better than mine....

 

Btw My poem Update!

 

~^.^~

 

Love has fallen

Depression has prevailed

Prolonging my suffering

Making my mind frail

I feel as though I’ve lost my calling

And that my body is nothing more

 

Oh how I wish I was on a shore

Where my mind was free to soar

But no I’m stuck here

Thinking of you in the silence

You thoughts bring violence

Upon my fragile heart

 

Why do you do this baby?

You feel me with doubt

Yet I still want to be with you without a doubt

But how can I when you do the treason

Upon my hearts condition

And my state of mind

 

You should walk that fine line

When my anger shines

But you don’t even hesitate

To walk into its mitts

And thrive in its dangers

Just to soothe my crazy fit

 

(I'm kinda stuck on the other stanza following this one an update tomorrow i hope)

[Icy]

[spoiler=Apparently I messed up a poem]

A sliver of three' date='

We sought for thee,

With news of joy,

Set forth anew,

 

Pass the wind,

Passed the isle,

And into land,

Shaken in sight,

 

Aghast for words,

Marching with the waves,

Climbing with the face,

Unaware how long we'd been gone,

 

Having found our passage,

A portal awaited our arrival,

It had seen many days,

Like those whom entered its doors,

 

Toughening ourselves,

Wary a step,

Not a soul to be found,

Cept' those of our own,

 

A bird jerked our scare,

Through the way,

We searched for more,

But found naught a goal,

 

Till we searched another trek,

And found another door,

To our goal we found,

The stench of decay,

 

We pondered a long,

On the souls we sought,

To those have gone,

Not a word but a prayer.

 

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Here's what happened to those that died; (My interpretation)

 

The bird of death,

A wing of life,

We listened to the call,

Of what was to be found,

 

Not the find of treasure,

But the gift of stillborn life,

We were to perish this day,

Unaware of who or how,

 

Pirched on our post,

We heard a knock of 3,

One for each of us,

A breath for us all,

 

A sudden crash,

The door came down,

We scattered as the first was caught,

Death had beat him,

 

Our path blocked by the beast,

He came for the last of us,

Not a place to run,

He killed the next,

 

It was my turn at last,

He let out a groan,

As I came to my knees,

Knocking on heavens door.

[Kitty]

um... Iceh you use alot of words and put it in a way Kitty has no idea what it says but I can interpret it's meaning somewhat =D

[Dark]

A secret is kept.

From the rest of the large world.

Only few know it.

 

Pretty easy to get the meaning on that.

[Huntar!]

[spoiler=Apparently I messed up a poem]

A sliver of three' date='

We sought for thee,

With news of joy,

Set forth anew,

 

Pass the wind,

Passed the isle,

And into land,

Shaken in sight,

 

Aghast for words,

Marching with the waves,

Climbing with the face,

Unaware how long we'd been gone,

 

Having found our passage,

A portal awaited our arrival,

It had seen many days,

Like those whom entered its doors,

 

Toughening ourselves,

Wary a step,

Not a soul to be found,

Cept' those of our own,

 

A bird jerked our scare,

Through the way,

We searched for more,

But found naught a goal,

 

Till we searched another trek,

And found another door,

To our goal we found,

The stench of decay,

 

We pondered a long,

On the souls we sought,

To those have gone,

Not a word but a prayer.

 

[/quote']

 

Here's what happened to those that died; (My interpretation)

 

The bird of death,

A wing of life,

We listened to the call,

Of what was to be found,

 

Not the find of treasure,

But the gift of stillborn life,

We were to perish this day,

Unaware of who or how,

 

Pirched on our post,

We heard a knock of 3,

One for each of us,

A breath for us all,

 

A sudden crash,

The door came down,

We scattered as the first was caught,

Death had beat him,

 

Our path blocked by the beast,

He came for the last of us,

Not a place to run,

He killed the next,

 

It was my turn at last,

He let out a groan,

As I came to my knees,

Knocking on heavens door.

 

You have abused your comma privilages.

[OMGAKITTY]

I am a comma, I'm so nice and curved,

I make pauses, between all these words!

I am so great, I can make you seem smart,

Too bad noobs don't know me, or want any part.

[Huntar!]

Wow, Omgak, that, itself, was probably one of the, if not the best, of all of your poems, and probably the very, very, very best poem about commas that I, no, anyone, has ever read.

 

;D

[Icy]

[spoiler=Apparently I messed up a poem]

A sliver of three' date='

We sought for thee,

With news of joy,

Set forth anew,

 

Pass the wind,

Passed the isle,

And into land,

Shaken in sight,

 

Aghast for words,

Marching with the waves,

Climbing with the face,

Unaware how long we'd been gone,

 

Having found our passage,

A portal awaited our arrival,

It had seen many days,

Like those whom entered its doors,

 

Toughening ourselves,

Wary a step,

Not a soul to be found,

Cept' those of our own,

 

A bird jerked our scare,

Through the way,

We searched for more,

But found naught a goal,

 

Till we searched another trek,

And found another door,

To our goal we found,

The stench of decay,

 

We pondered a long,

On the souls we sought,

To those have gone,

Not a word but a prayer.

 

[/quote']

 

Here's what happened to those that died; (My interpretation)

 

The bird of death,

A wing of life,

We listened to the call,

Of what was to be found,

 

Not the find of treasure,

But the gift of stillborn life,

We were to perish this day,

Unaware of who or how,

 

Pirched on our post,

We heard a knock of 3,

One for each of us,

A breath for us all,

 

A sudden crash,

The door came down,

We scattered as the first was caught,

Death had beat him,

 

Our path blocked by the beast,

He came for the last of us,

Not a place to run,

He killed the next,

 

It was my turn at last,

He let out a groan,

As I came to my knees,

Knocking on heavens door.

 

You have abused your comma privilages.

 

How...?

[Huntar!]

There's a comma after every line. >

[Icy]

There's a comma after every line. ><

 

Easier to read etc

[Huntar!]

whatever floats your boat.

[Dark]

I click on Space Bar.

I proceed to click Enter.

I clicked Post Reply.

[Huntar!]

I said Dark, Shut up

And cut out stupid poems

Haikus get old fast

[OMGAKITTY]

The Hunter and the Bear

 

A hunter walked the woods so deep,

To find a bear, fast asleep.

The hunter decided to show the beast

just who was the master of these woods.

 

He loaded his gun, and fired 4 quick shots,

But a deer bounded out, and blocked one dart.

Still, that meant one hit the head, and two hit the heart.

 

He expect the beast to recoil in shock,

to cower from his might,

He expected this beast to spring into flight.

 

How shocked was he, when the bear was roused,

When it let out a roar, that shook the ground

 

The bear turned 'round, and charged the hunter,

Raised its claw, to tear asunder,

the arrogant man who thought he had no fear,

and learned what it meant, to wake a bear.

[Huntar!]

rhymes, but your lines are off and sound funny when read aloud.

[Kitty]

lolz OMGAK it's funny