Official Poetry Thread

[.Frostpaw]

I found this poem in one of my Lit books and I read it and liked it so I'ma post it

 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May' date='

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

 

[right']-William Shakespeare[/right]

 

 

How many people actually know what Shakesphere is saying in the first line?

 

He's obviously hitting on some chick and telling her she's hot. amirite?

 

Yeah i think so.

 

I don't really know. xD I just like the poem

 

Lolz, me too. Oh, and my mom has some book full of all of Shakespeare's writings. I just haven't read most of them. Actually, this is one of the few Shakespeare poems I've ever heard.

[ShinyBlade]

Please comment I need it for my school work

 

[align=center][spoiler=My Poem]

I am a smart and a worried person

I wonder if there are more than four seasons

I can aimed for an adventure

I worry when I can’t find my future

I cry when I couldn’t reach any further

I understand that life is a journey

I try to raced toward my goals

I believe that I can be success if I play my role

I want to be as smart as the computer

I am a smart and a worried person[/align]

 

[Light]

Please comment I need it for my school work

 

[align=center][spoiler=My Poem]

I am a smart and a worried person

I wonder if there are more than four seasons

I can aimed for an adventure

I worry when I can’t find my future

I cry when I couldn’t reach any further

I understand that life is a journey

I try to raced toward my goals

I believe that I can be success if I play my role

I want to be as smart as the computer

I am a smart and a worried person[/align]

 

 

i can aimed for an adventure? what are you trying to say?

[ShinyBlade]

I ment I can can go for an Adventure

[Light]

I ment I can can go for an Adventure

 

ok then: im thirsty to go to an adventure?

[Christian Exodia]

My Poem:

I wander in the shadows, dark & alone.

I am soulless, no life within me.

I am weak, come save me.

I need light, bring me there.

[Ăɍȼẗîȼ]

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

 

(Lt. Col John McCrae)

[Marisa Kirisame-ze]

Neverending Hypothesis

 

I'm amazed by the people around me; ignoring the facts.

I can't even listen to my own heart that wants to be free.

I'm frozen in the solitude of time, unable to awaken myself from this dream.

Am I really dreaming? Or seeing nothing? Will there be a moral to this story?

 

Talking begins to become more useless, no matter who uses it.

Actions begin to take form, throwing away the potential of a story.

Even if you give me those words I search for, my heart won't notice.

Things like this need to be said from your own being, not a clone.

 

The mist is set, covering the base of what needs to be shown.

They won't get through it, seeing as though it's useless.

Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?

I won't be taken down by simple things people give me.

Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself.

 

I wish to stand tall along the edges of life that I'm placed on.

Being tugged by the whirlwinds of time that give me spotlight.

Warmth seems to dim, and the light seems to fade.

Nothing is set like it used to.

 

I'll stand there, looking through the window, trying to see myself.

Is there a future to come out of this useless time?

I'm sucked into an illusion that stops me from continuing.

Will I exist in a place like this?

Doubt exceeds the mind more then someone could ever feel.

If I wanted to tell you what kind of person I am, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."

 

The colors of the sky gleam blue, making the day sad.

Showing through my dreams and fears, my heart pounds for an answer.

If I'm sad, will my heart be able to turn white?

The snow of the present day freezes along with time, ice begins to burn.

 

And even through all the changes through the mind, we cannot conclude.

The words that came out of your mouth that night, it amused me.

What for? I asked myself that night, smiling for that answer.

If I turn black, if my heart denses to darkness, maybe you won't be there.

 

The cold winter days struggles to give me an answer.

I'll be pleased with this crooked smile cursed upon me.

Answers begin to fade and all I have are question arcs.

All I longed for, is it over?

 

Do you understand?

[Spirit of DMG]

Black Rose

 

The thorns peirce my heart,

Changing my soul to its color,

Those petals, so black.

Soon my blood will be so as well.

 

A fate so cruel, I'm not sure I deserve.

But I have no say, in where the rose sticks its thorns.

Soon my soul will be as black,

As the petals of the black rose.

 

But why should it be me?

What have I done with my life to deserve the poison,

Of such a flower as this?

With petals so impure,

Whose thorns peirce the heart to the very soul,

And dyes the blood and soul of its victims,

A black equaled only by the petals it displays.

 

I have done nothing to deserve this.

Such a poison that affects even the soul,

Such a venom as to alter the color of blood,

 

Only one thing can reverse this.

But who would stab my heart,

With a blood-red rose?

The Rose of Black will stain my soul forever.

[DL]

Nice poem... I can really visualize it, for the most part.

 

Memories Aren’t Left behind

 

When you die,

People remember you.

But do they remember the you they knew

Or the you that actually existed?

Do they remember you for what they saw?

Or remember you for what you experienced?

When you die

A part of you dies with you

No one will truly know about you

As much as you,

Because no one was there to see

The life you lived.

They only saw the life you wanted them to see

Now your life is gone

And no one knows who you really were

The memory you left behind

Is nothing but what you showed people

When you die

You are the only one who knew you.

[Grunt Issun]

eghem i hiaku by duelcreator123

 

Y C M is great

you can make duel monsters cards

It will never die

[Spirit of DMG]

That was really good, Link. Very interesting

[Yuni Katt]

My perfect friend holds me tight

My perfect friend kisses me goodnight

My perfect friend loves me for me

My perfect friend wont let me be

My perfect friend wears dark clothes

My perfect friend loves me loads

My perfect friend knows when in sad

My perfect friend isnt scared when im mad

My perfect friend makes me smile

My perfect friend would run a mile

My perfect friend is sweet at heart

My perfect friend is also smart

My perfect friend is really tall

My perfect friend will catch me when i fall

My perfect friend doesnt just look skin deep

My perfect friend is not cheap

My perfect friend is one of a kind

My perfect friend has one wild mind

My perfect friend is in my heart to stay

My perfect friend might be moving away

My perfect friend made me cry

My perfect friend can make me fly

My perfect friend left a tear in my eye

My perfect friend just said his last goodbye

My perfect friend saved my life

My perfect friend helped me battle the knife

My perfect friend is honest and true

My perfect friend just doenst get the clue

My perfect friend doesnt count my wrongs

My perfect friend writes me songs

My perfect friend will skip school

My perfect friend is deffinetly not cruel

My perfect friend is a guy

My perfect friend does not lie

My perfect friend i wished for in the past

My perfect friend is here at last

My perfect friend gives good advice

My perfect friend is so awesome and nice

My perfect friend doesnt get high

My perfect friend i have never seen cry

My perfect friend is so strong

My perfect friend is almost never wrong

My perfect friend is to perfect to say

My perfect friend told me he was moving away

My perfect friend asked if i cried

My perfect friend knows that i lied

My perfect friend is moving away

my perfect friend is in my heart to stay...

[Spirit of DMG]

An end to the Pain

 

The pain has become unbearable.

As I sit here in my room,

I notice something glimmering in the shadows.

The blade of a knife.

 

I had brought it here to cut a wire,

But never took it back.

The pain has become unbearable.

Noone want me anymore

All I do is get in the way.

Reaching out to the knife,

I feel I am helping Humanity.

 

Putting an end to my useless life,

Would help the world.

I will end my pain as well.

It wouldn't be my first attempt.

 

My eyes fail with pain,

As the silver blade is dyed red.

Rubys drip from its silver surface.

 

Soon I see an angel appear.

She is dressed in white, and extends a hand.

We fly towards a cooling, soothing white light.

Then she looks at me, confused.

"It seems I made a mistake," she says, and lets go.

I fall back to Earth, away from the pain-ending light.

 

Another being appears, one who is not an angel...exactly.

His wings resemble the angels, exept they are black,

Like the wings of a Raven.

He wears black robes, with brown eyes and dark hair.

I am led again by the extention of a hand.

 

This time I am led to a different light.

This one is an orange light,

It causes me even more suffering than I intended to end.

This heat, now I get it.

 

He was an angel... an angel of death.

I was led not to heaven by this angel

The angels of death lead those like me to Hell.

[Lonk]

Here is a haiku by me:

 

[align=center] Living Existance

Many Men march across the earth

Searching for Purpose[/align]

[Spirit of DMG]

Cast to Hell

 

In the dead of night

A child, a small girl

Cast into the depths of Hell.

 

Surrounded by demons,

She fears for her life.

Wonering, "What caused this stife?"

While the demons close in around her

She screams to any who may hear her.

 

She knows that there may be noone who can hear.

But that dosen't meen she can't try

To find someone to answer her cry.

There may be no one,

But there may be someone.

 

She won't, can't give up

She knows that if she does, the demons

Will attack, and kill her

She is far to young, to suffer such a fate

 

That is why, she attracts the attention of more demons,

Hoping one of them will help.

She knows this is Hell,

But wonders how it can be.

Do you know who this girl is?

She is actually me.

[ShinyBlade]

nice poem it really awesome

[♥Łövëły-Ċħän♥]

With Love

 

From you to me, and in between, I care for you, you care for me.

From mine to yours, our hearts do meet.

In dark and silence I hear them beat, together forever, from now until always.

When darkness descends and I see the stars, I know that your there. Watching me.

For it is that, I come with love.

 

Through night and through day, I dream about us.

Together forever, from now until always.

What is it that brings us together so well?

Is it the sweet melody I've come to know as your voice?

If it is. It truly is,

For it is that, I come with love.

 

When we meet, on the soft green hills,

Just before sunset,

With the sun setting now,

I remember the good time and bad times and fun times.

And

For it is that, I come with love.

[Dark]

I actually had a thread with some poems I wrote. Most of them were bullshit making fun of the forum as a whole, but they are poems all the same.

 

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/thread-193791.html

 

Ehh, I guess you can comment about 'em here, seeing as the thread is dead and you'd be necro'ing it.

[Brushfire]

Sylvia Plath.

 

That is all.

[Twylight Shadow]

There was a time on YCM

when poetry cluttered the General section.

It grew out of proportion till

we had amassed an impressive collection!

 

Some members acted conceited and proud

and demanded total and utter perfection.

Others were jerks and hated the poems

and complained and decried and they made an objection.

 

"What shall we do with all of this trash?

Let's delete all the poems by careful selection!"

But no! On the scene arrived great Prince Hunter

and put the whole argument under inspection.

 

"Let's make a thread that's devoted to poems!

It's a fabulous thought upon further reflection."

And that's how Prince Hunter solved the whole problem!

I hope he doesn't get a urinary tract infection.

 

- Dedicated to Prince Hunter

 

Rate' date=' hate, debate, berate, desecrate, constipate, infant mortality rate

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HAHAHA, Nice that is awesome I love it XD!

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heres a poem i wrote

you can post your comments

I am the hawk bold and strong

With a wingspan a foot long

I am the hawk with powerful sight

I have a frighting bite

I am the hawk with powerful clawes

I am protected by many laws

My lifespan can be long

I am the hawk bold and strong

not everything is true because i wanted it to rhyme.

 

Never compromise the message you're trying to tell for better rhymes.

 

And a quick html tip: you don't have to align/center every line. Put [ align=center] at the beginning' date=' and the [ /align'] at the very end of the poem.

 

Is the hawk endangered... or do u mean eagle?... btw very nice poem pretty cool :D

[~Wright~]

A pebble.

Miniscule.

A grain of earth's infinite sands.

 

Unnoticed.

Unneeded.

Uncared for.

 

Fading and

Obsolete,

Rolling through gentle ocean waves.

 

Would it really matter

If it disappeared?

[Marisa Kirisame-ze]

The green eyed jealousy that stares us down,

Will be manipulated and crushed by the user

Why such a long stare did she give?

Such victory only appreciated by the loser.

 

How enchanted her eyes must feel,

Gazing by those full of bliss and wonder

Fearing not of the pleasure she sees,

But only at the lingering atmosphere.

 

One by one, we torture the misfortunate,

Allowing not of their dampening sadness

They can't see how they're own lives burn,

Cursed only by their green eyed jealousy.

[Brushfire]

Something

 

 

Something high above the skies

yet deep below the seas,

Golden and bright,

Cannot foresee the rush of death.

 

Something is not here

yet right next to you,

Blue and pleased,

Cannot foresee the fate of time.

 

Something rushes through your heart

piercing what is no longer there,

Red and broken,

Cannot foresee the fist of pain.

 

It sees nothing but,

Blindness and grey.

It cannot foresee.

[~Wright~]

Darkness

 

Emptiness,

Unknown.

 

It cannot be fathomed,

Nor fully explored.

 

And so we sit,

Cowards,

In our corner.

 

Safe.

 

The brave ones,

Are those who venture,

Into darkness.

 

And in darkness,

They'll find light.