YCM Poetry Corner...

[Dark]

The quality of these poems is great

Their authors won't meet an untimely fate

You shan't notice my sarcasm

I am now having an orgasm

Upon thinking that these poems incur hate.

 

The meanings written are so deep

They can't put an avid reader to sleep

I quite enjoy reading this thread

And believe me, I mean what I said

But go to a cliff and take a leap.

 

Terrible poems,

The internet really sucks,

When it comes to this.

 

You guys are trying,

But can't write poems at all,

Stop, we beg you to.

 

Not poetry, no,

Try some other writing forms,

...not essays, either.

 

This thread no good stuff,

Bad poems, bad everything,

It hurts eyes and brain.

[Clair]

A DECLARATION OF POETIC WARFARE ON THE MIGHTY HIGH MEMBER KNOWN AS "DARK"

 

My dear sir "Dark",

 

Writing haikus lampooning poems isn't cool.

In fact, I'd say it makes you sound like a tool.

"Lack of intelligence!" you shout, you big crier.

Little do you know, you're just feeding the fire.

The poems in this thread aren't great, but I'm not dying.

And gotta give posters credit, at least I know that they're trying.

And hey, I'll have you know I like rhyming poetry too!

And when it comes to rhyming, you know I'm better than you.

However, you come up with the greatest haikus.

And mine can't compare with a certain "you-know-whose".

But stop smacking down these writers, don't crush their hopes.

Or I'll have to post again and put you on the ropes.

 

Oh, and here's a haiku

just for you too.

 

Writing the haiku

Honestly takes no talent

Jaelin can write them.

 

hurr hurr.

[Dark]

A DECLARATION OF POETIC WARFARE ON THE MIGHTY HIGH MEMBER KNOWN AS "DARK"

 

My dear sir "Dark",

 

Writing haikus lampooning poems isn't cool.

In fact, I'd say it makes you sound like a tool.

"Lack of intelligence!" you shout, you big crier.

Little do you know, you're just feeding the fire.

The poems in this thread aren't great, but I'm not dying.

And gotta give posters credit, at least I know that they're trying.

And hey, I'll have you know I like rhyming poetry too!

And when it comes to rhyming, you know I'm better than you.

However, you come up with the greatest haikus.

And mine can't compare with a certain "you-know-whose".

But stop smacking down these writers, don't crush their hopes.

Or I'll have to post again and put you on the ropes.

 

Oh, and here's a haiku

just for you too.

 

Writing the haiku

Honestly takes no talent

Jaelin can write them.

 

hurr hurr.

 

I don't believe my eyes, could it really be?

Can someone actually write poems, to set me free?

You write poems so well, good sir named Clair.

But challenge my poems, why would you dare?

 

I apologize for calling you male,

But everyone knows your trolling is fail.

You try to trick us into thinking you're a girl,

But I'll expose the truth, your real name is Mearl!

 

And poetry format, surely you don't know,

Otherwise you'd use stanzas, like Poe.

Your rhymes are decent, I cannot disagree,

But your poem lacks coherence, that you must see!

 

You challenged me greatly, and for that I applaud,

But I'm not used to writing these poems, you are such a fraud!

Haikus and limericks, those are much more deep,

If I wrote those, my poetry title I would keep.

 

These writers are terrible, are you entirely blind?

I would go as far as to say they should be fined.

You aren't much better, only by a tad,

But writing emo poetry is such a large fad!

 

You attack me always, for no reason I can see,

You coward, you fool, come and fight me!

These poems are bad, mine, yours, and theirs,

But at least I wrote the poem that gave the final scare.

 

Haikus are so deep,

Meanings embedded within,

Read between the lines.

 

You don't understand,

Haikus contain emotion,

Not emo bullshit.

 

Just give up, you're done,

I have beaten you again,

Rhyming is quite fun.

 

Octopi on shelves,

Eventually make the,

Jelly for my toast.

---

 

It has been quite a pleasure poam-ing with you, O semi-competent one.

[Cody Frost]

I don't believe my eyes, could it really be?

Can someone actually write poems, to set me free?

You write poems so well, good sir named Clair.

But challenge my poems, why would you dare?

 

I apologize for calling you male,

But everyone knows your trolling is fail.

You try to trick is into thinking you're a girl,

But I'll expose the truth, you're real name is Mearl!

 

And poetry format, surely you don't know,

Otherwise you'd use stanzas, like Poe.

Your rhymes are decent, I cannot disagree,

But your poem lacks coherence, that you must see!

 

You challenged me greatly, and for that I applaud,

But I'm not used to writing these poems, you are such a fraud!

Haikus and limericks, those are much more deep,

If I wrote those, my poetry title I would keep.

 

These writers are terrible, are you entirely blind?

I would go as far as to say they should be fined.

You aren't much better, only by a tad,

But writing emo poetry is such a large fad!

 

You attack me always, for no reason I can see,

You coward, you fool, come and fight me!

These poems are bad, mine, yours, and theirs,

But at least I wrote the poem that gave the final scare.

 

Haikus are so deep,

Meanings embedded within,

Read between the lines.

 

You don't understand,

Haikus contain emotion,

Not emo bullshit.

 

Just give up, you're done,

I have beaten you again,

Rhyming is quite fun.

 

Octopi on shelves,

Eventually make the,

Jelly for my toast.

---

 

It has been quite a pleasure poam-ing with you, O semi-competent one.

 

I applaud thee “Dark”! Worthy of praise!

But such childish rhymes are easy to make.

A pompous member and a great writer…

Or an exquisite soul that acts like a fire?

A fire that burns with distasteful desire…

I’ll quench your thirst you impeccable pyre!

With these words I write to “Dark” from me

As you are the one whom I want to see

That the following lines are simple and strict,

Such graceful three words: “End this conflict!”

Whether words are entitled to you (and they’re not)

One must not ravish hungrily for distraught

And impeccable critiques with negative lines

That can burn one’s eyes like a splash of limes.

Instead of targeting poetry with raids

Enrich us with superiority and teach us your ways.

Elaborate deeply to each standing line

That stab at your eyes, one at a time.

Be it rhythm, topic, personification, or word,

Only then shall I acknowledge you as a poetic lord.

But for now, Dark, do refrain from the fight,

Take a deep breath and look towards the light.

Many poets were not great in the beginning.

Several struggled but they improved through training.

This place is good to polish one’s skills,

Much like some runners train on treadmills.

I applaud these poets, same as I did to you,

And I commend them, and now a haiku!

 

This stuff is quite new,

But it does not seem so hard.

Dark, these haikus suck

-.-

 

They are of no skill,

Like a bird that is flying.

Such “talented” lines…

 

A third one for you;

Words are tools for you and I,

This is not so hard.

 

Dark, this was quite fun!

Now you read between the lines…

Good day my good sir.

 

;)

[Twin Seed]

Death Bed

 

And when I'm lying on my death bed...

Lies spinning in my head...

Where will you be?

Will you be the key

That sheds light where I bled?

...Maybe it's all in my head...

 

-----------------------------------

 

All the while,

 

Sarrows fill in

 

White shards of hope,

 

Enshrouding love,

 

 

 

Encasing life,

 

Leaving behind

 

A blackness for

 

Lingering death.

 

 

 

I make my mark

 

In this horrid

 

Void of our minds,

 

And pull helpless

 

 

 

Souls from the edge.

 

Humanity

 

Will always know

 

The likes of me.

 

 

-----------------------------------

 

 

Lover's Woods

 

Stars scatter in

 

The open air,

 

Brightening it

 

Everywhere.

 

 

 

Draped on the ground,

 

Like dew we lie,

 

Stripped of worry,

 

Held by the sky.

 

 

 

Your eyes sparkle,

 

Gems splayed on a

 

Canvas of soft

 

Beauty and wonder.

 

 

 

The moment craved,

 

Rightfully ours,

 

You against me,

 

Measuring hours.

 

 

 

Now is the time,

 

Feelings above

 

The standard day,

 

"You are my love,

 

This I can say."

[Dark]

PLACEHOLDER PLUS REMINDER.

 

Reply to Cody's response, look for Clair's response.

 

I just don't have the time to reply today, and although I know you are craving another one of my poems, you'll have to wait until Thursday or Friday.

[Tentacruel]

You guys are good at Poetry...

 

*Applauds*

[Cody Frost]

PLACEHOLDER PLUS REMINDER.

 

Reply to Cody's response, look for Clair's response.

 

I just don't have the time to reply today, and although I know you are craving another one of my poems, you'll have to wait until Thursday or Friday.

 

I did take a look at that :D I was just following the "flow" because I had to say something to our currently #1 Poet :P. I COULDN'T RESIST THE TEMPTATION! :D

[Bassa]

I have added about 3/4 of the poems. I will do the rest tommorrow. Thanks for all the Poems.

 

Edit: Unfortunatly it won't allow anymore writing. I am afraid your poems won't be put on first page anymore...

[Cody Frost]

I have added about 3/4 of the poems. I will do the rest tommorrow. Thanks for all the Poems.

 

Edit: Unfortunatly it won't allow anymore writing. I am afraid your poems won't be put on first page anymore...

 

That's horrible! >:-[] Tyranny! Tyranny I say! lol. So where are you going to put the new set of poems?

[Bassa]

I suppose I could put them in another post. I shall put them in this one.

 

All the poems from now on shall be posted here until this gets too full. Everyone who has a library already will have a new one here.

 

 

[spoiler=Future Paradise][spoiler=Poem 1]Into The Sunlight

 

 

 

A free verse, no rhyme sceam.

 

 

 

 

Into the sunlight, no cares at all. Just reviewing the day.

Thinking about nothing bad, only the good. Seeing the sunlight brings warmth.

Walking in the crowd, not hearing a sound. Warm smiles come my way, and I just grin back.

I'm in an autopilot, going my same usual way. Not running into anyone or anything.

I see my destination, into the sunlight. The sunlight is all that matters.

The sunlight brings back the day, oh what a day! No sorrow, pain, or trouble of any sort.

Everything is bright and happy, just like the sunlight. Nothing to bother me.

I reach my destination, in the sunlight. Into the sunlight I remain.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]Today, Tomorrow, and Forever

 

 

 

Today. Today is another day. Not just a day, but a dream. This dream isn't a dream, it's life. I can control life.

 

I can control life for tomorrow. Tomorrow, something I constantly think about. "What will tomorrow bring?" Maybe joy, happiness, or depression. Will it last forever?

 

Forever. It's always happening. What I do today, can impact my life tomorrow, which will last forever.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 3]

 

En Mi Corazón, En Mis Sueños, En Mi Vida

 

 

 

I found you there. En mi corazón. Just seeing you there, on that cloudy day, instantly brightened my day. I found what I was never looking for. En mi corazón. What joy awaited!

After meeting you there, I yet again found you there. En mis sueños. Happy and delicate, carefree and hopefull, young and beautiful. Not to be bothered. The reality came to me, that I met you, but wouldn't meet you ever again. But with one exception- en mis sueños. At least so I thought.

Then you were there. I found you again. En mi vida. I was overflooded with joy, and continue to feel that joy as love, en mi corazón, en mis sueños, en mi vida.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=supersonic4ever][spoiler=Poem 1]Haiku 1:

Everyone, somewhere,

Sitting in the dark, trembling,

A scream is then heard.

 

Haiku 2:

Light through the windows,

Visible bars of amber,

Soft and delicate.

 

Haiku 3:

Refreshing breezes,

Rushing through all the plantlife,

Giving Sun's power.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

 

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate,

To say that for destruction, ice is also great,

And would suffice.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Dark][spoiler=Poem 1]The poetry in this thread is quite bad,

It would make any critic quite glad,

As the critics would speak,

The poets would look meek,

When hearing their word choice was sad.

 

Limericks are so easy to write,

With stanzas you put up a fight,

These poems have five lines.

And contain many symbolic signs,

And now hopefully you see the light.

 

Haikus are fun, too,

They take no effort to write,

And make little sense.

 

Poems here are bad,

I think you should stick to these,

Haikus are simple.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]So let's try again,

What did I say about you?

You can't write poems.

 

Stick to haikus, please,

As they take a lot less thought,

Which suits you quite well.

 

Reiteration,

How I hate it so, so much,

But you guys make me!

 

Make sure to listen,

My advice will help you much,

Cheerio, mateys!

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 3]The quality of these poems is great

Their authors won't meet an untimely fate

You shan't notice my sarcasm

I am now having an orgasm

Upon thinking that these poems incur hate.

 

The meanings written are so deep

They can't put an avid reader to sleep

I quite enjoy reading this thread

And believe me, I mean what I said

But go to a cliff and take a leap.

 

Terrible poems,

The internet really sucks,

When it comes to this.

 

You guys are trying,

But can't write poems at all,

Stop, we beg you to.

 

Not poetry, no,

Try some other writing forms,

...not essays, either.

 

This thread no good stuff,

Bad poems, bad everything,

It hurts eyes and brain.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 4]I don't believe my eyes, could it really be?

Can someone actually write poems, to set me free?

You write poems so well, good sir named Clair.

But challenge my poems, why would you dare?

 

I apologize for calling you male,

But everyone knows your trolling is fail.

You try to trick us into thinking you're a girl,

But I'll expose the truth, your real name is Mearl!

 

And poetry format, surely you don't know,

Otherwise you'd use stanzas, like Poe.

Your rhymes are decent, I cannot disagree,

But your poem lacks coherence, that you must see!

 

You challenged me greatly, and for that I applaud,

But I'm not used to writing these poems, you are such a fraud!

Haikus and limericks, those are much more deep,

If I wrote those, my poetry title I would keep.

 

These writers are terrible, are you entirely blind?

I would go as far as to say they should be fined.

You aren't much better, only by a tad,

But writing emo poetry is such a large fad!

 

You attack me always, for no reason I can see,

You coward, you fool, come and fight me!

These poems are bad, mine, yours, and theirs,

But at least I wrote the poem that gave the final scare.

 

Haikus are so deep,

Meanings embedded within,

Read between the lines.

 

You don't understand,

Haikus contain emotion,

Not emo bullshit.

 

Just give up, you're done,

I have beaten you again,

Rhyming is quite fun.

 

Octopi on shelves,

Eventually make the,

Jelly for my toast.

---

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Byakuya Kuchiki][spoiler=Poem 1]The sky red orange

I sit aside my front porch

As I look beyond

 

------------------------

 

A poor injured dove

A dead man and a lone star

And a stray dog looks

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]Melody of the Wild Dance

 

 

Rush, rush,

A footstep after another

And another

Corrugated arms reach to

another,

gives out lukearm colors

to the scene

A chirp, a cry, and hustle

It's loud as the radio

when its up loud

The ground, barren

shares feet of all kinds

running and jumping

A bounce, and uniformity

comes, as a beat

comes all at once

then it stops, and

returns again.

But pain to

see, no foriegner ever

bothers take

glimpse at this

natural scene

For such irony that

their antecedents

dwelled in that hall

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 3]Sunrise over A Dream

 

A vague poluted world

Disfigured, everywhere

As the miscreants that roam

with bizarre thoughts

And where I live

An unpredictable fate

I close my eyes,

let the darkness seclude vision

of the world

and set off to the wonders

of a sunrise over a dream

As I arrive, the feeling of relief

As I dream over and overture

of peace

I don't sense anymore but,

The only thing that expresses

is that clutch on my hands

as when I raise them in the faked breeze,

I say, "Let it all out".

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 4]Soliloquy of The Solitary

 

 

Desolate,

Alone,

Blank as I am

damned from the outside

An outcast

I am

Accompanied by no one

And no one

ever listens to

a soul

Only they listen

to the vision

they see st first

I am but an eternal fire

That drafts with the wind

and wind will gale

unto a new surrounding

And that's where I'll be

forever changing,

and moving,

and going

Still,

I am but a flare

The color I am?

Black

as the night sky

while there are stars

who glitter

I am but matter

of darkness

and yet always expanding

Oh fate

precariously set on me

A weight of the imminent

scorches off my back

like a convict whom bears a brace

Too much to handle

Society is but an oblivion

And I am forced to take that matter

as I sit

precariously over a bedroom balcony

I think

whats going to happen

tommorow

the day after that

whats to come

And I don't know

what do to do for the next day

But as I sip some coffee

I think

forget it

As the world revolves around me

I think nothing

for I dream to be in a state

of death

I don't want to die,

but I want to feel what demise is

I want

to see, feel, hear, touch, and taste

true insignificancy

Away from the outer world

And as I close my eyes

and lay down on that bed, I

say, "let it all out"

"I'll one day be ridden of this curse'

"I'll one day find a true heart in the world"

"And in order to do that,"

"I'll go anywhere"

"And with that in mind, I'm not alone

anymore"

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Hiyama Kiyoteru][spoiler=Poem 1]What a Dark feeling, I have now,

that dwells in the palace of peace.

What a feeling, so Dark indeed,

that it should cause a need.

 

As for what to write,

I honestly have no clue,

such is a haiku.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Endless Nightmares][spoiler=Poem 1]Sleeping

I lie here in bed with a smile on my face

Determined to find divine grace.

I want to wake up, get away from it all

But I know I can’t.

They follow me, reaching out with blood covered hands and green-tinged fingers

Wanting to grasp but knowing they can’t.

I’m running away with a scar on my face, I’m one of them now

So I join the chase.

They run fast but I run faster

Yet I still can’t catch up no matter how hard I try.

I start to sweat, they still run

So I just slump to the cold muddy floor

Praying that I may hopefully die.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Flakman4000][spoiler=Poem 1]There once was a girl named Clair

Who said she was as strong as a bear

She punched a brick wall

Thus made a loud call

But no one had given a care.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]there once was a boy named kane

who always traveled by plane

when set start to rise

kane said his goodbyes

that was a random story of kane

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=♪♫Crystal Star♫♪][spoiler=Poem 1]Watch the shadows fall

Watch the moon rise high

The shadows grow and thrive

Under the light up high

 

 

The sun shall rise

The day shall begin

The shadows run and flee

And the sun begins to rise

 

 

I dunno what I did

It's stupid, it's silly

And it doesn't even matter

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]There once was a man who was driving

Who decided he wanted to start drinking

He went to a pub

Got thrown in a tub

And got arrested for drinking and driving

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Icyblue][spoiler=Poem 1]"I look up and gaze upon your light smile,

Drifting low I tumble down and down,

I see your eyes and your brilliance,

I smell your confidence and feel your bravery,

But still I look further,

Upon your thoughts,

Within your hopes,

Having seen frowns of past,

Moments of the present,

Smiles of the future,

We witness your troubles your struggle,

Stand with you through the pain,

Holding your tears in one hand,

Your dreams in another,

Our heads upon my shoulder,

I look up and see that forced smile,

Drifting between this world and the next

I see your eyes,

Pupils dialated,

And I smell your fearful presence,

Feeling your courage,

But I look further,

Past your skin,

Past the smile,

Within your past,

As though I were reading your palm.

Moments and smiles and frowns,

In your skin,

I witness your trouble and your travesties,

Standing against the pain,

Arms facing outward,

Hands pressed flat against eachother.

Your head rests against my shoulder and I spread myself into you."

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Cody Frost][spoiler=Poem 1]A Truth We Ignore

 

I am no prophet,

I am not god,

I am just a messenger,

I am just one.

 

Humans are selfish creatures,

Humans are ignorant,

And for that they’ll soon pay,

For the damage they’ve done.

 

The questions come to my head,

And they dare not go away,

They’re frightening,

Sometimes they ache my heart.

 

My body drops,

I see so much blood,

I see my family,

In a portrait stained red.

 

My eyes drop,

My surroundings are blank,

It all makes sense,

But it’s so hard to accept it.

 

I can no longer dream,

I can only see darkness,

I can only see the stars,

They are always on the sky never besides me.

 

I hate what I have dreamed,

I wish I was stupid!

Maybe then,

I could ignore the images!

 

But I can’t say no to the message,

I can’t just turn away,

If I do,

We’ll all suffer in inhuman ways.

 

I wish I was ignorant,

I wish I was…

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 2]Death comes…

 

Death comes & it goes,

In the sky,

In the earth.

It’s just how life flows.

 

I was alive, I was me

Now I’m in bed

In a tomb,

In my grave.

 

Death comes, death goes

In the calm sea so blue,

In a winter so cold,

It’s just how life rolls.

 

I’m dead, yes, me

My home, my family

I left without warning,

Leaving them misery.

 

It comes again, and then it goes.

A graveyard of crosses,

Full of tombstones,

Where there’s nowhere to go.

 

“A zombie I am!”

“A zombie I’ll be…”

I scream out loud,

& raise my hands above me.

 

I was dead, dead was me,

But I realized,

It was all a dream.

 

I woke up, it was all a dream,

A selfish nightmare,

Trying to prank me.

 

I see I’m alive,

I see that I live,

I see the sky,

I see my feet..

 

My family is here,

I love them so.

And when death comes,

I’ll let it go.

 

Now is not my time,

Death shall not take me.

But when it becomes my time,

The love towards my family,

The love towards my life,

The love towards this world,

and these times,

will never go.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 3]Rose of Endless Petals

 

You are the last one,

The rose that chose me.

You can never truly answer my questions.

 

I grasp your thorn-filled body,

It hurts.

The color red truly suits you.

 

I pluck you out of the ground.

My hand’s smothered in blood,

I can’t see the drops of my red tears in your petals.

 

In this day I plucked your bloodshed petals,

One by one, trembling,

I only have so many days left.

 

For the years I’ll pluck your petals,

Waiting for the answer:

Is there love for me?

 

During the last few years I’ve plucked you,

Day, and night.

I’ve been awake, bleeding out for the answer.

 

It seems I’ve come to an end,

And still no answer…

There are white roses in my feet…

 

I could never find the answer,

Because you could never answer my question.

I could never finish plucking your petals of darkness,

No matter how I tried.

How can anyone finish plucking you?

No one can…

I tried to…but…

I could never finish plucking a rose of endless petals.

 

 

[spoiler=Poem 4]I applaud thee “Dark”! Worthy of praise!

But such childish rhymes are easy to make.

A pompous member and a great writer…

Or an exquisite soul that acts like a fire?

A fire that burns with distasteful desire…

I’ll quench your thirst you impeccable pyre!

With these words I write to “Dark” from me

As you are the one whom I want to see

That the following lines are simple and strict,

Such graceful three words: “End this conflict!”

Whether words are entitled to you (and they’re not)

One must not ravish hungrily for distraught

And impeccable critiques with negative lines

That can burn one’s eyes like a splash of limes.

Instead of targeting poetry with raids

Enrich us with superiority and teach us your ways.

Elaborate deeply to each standing line

That stab at your eyes, one at a time.

Be it rhythm, topic, personification, or word,

Only then shall I acknowledge you as a poetic lord.

But for now, Dark, do refrain from the fight,

Take a deep breath and look towards the light.

Many poets were not great in the beginning.

Several struggled but they improved through training.

This place is good to polish one’s skills,

Much like some runners train on treadmills.

I applaud these poets, same as I did to you,

And I commend them, and now a haiku!

 

This stuff is quite new,

But it does not seem so hard.

Dark, these haikus suck

-.-

 

They are of no skill,

Like a bird that is flying.

Such “talented” lines…

 

A third one for you;

Words are tools for you and I,

This is not so hard.

 

Dark, this was quite fun!

Now you read between the lines…

Good day my good sir.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Clair][spoiler=Poem 1]My dear sir "Dark",

 

Writing haikus lampooning poems isn't cool.

In fact, I'd say it makes you sound like a tool.

"Lack of intelligence!" you shout, you big crier.

Little do you know, you're just feeding the fire.

The poems in this thread aren't great, but I'm not dying.

And gotta give posters credit, at least I know that they're trying.

And hey, I'll have you know I like rhyming poetry too!

And when it comes to rhyming, you know I'm better than you.

However, you come up with the greatest haikus.

And mine can't compare with a certain "you-know-whose".

But stop smacking down these writers, don't crush their hopes.

Or I'll have to post again and put you on the ropes.

 

Oh, and here's a haiku

just for you too.

 

Writing the haiku

Honestly takes no talent

Jaelin can write them.

 

hurr hurr.

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Twin Seed][spoiler=Poem 1]Death Bed

 

And when I'm lying on my death bed...

Lies spinning in my head...

Where will you be?

Will you be the key

That sheds light where I bled?

...Maybe it's all in my head...

 

-----------------------------------

 

All the while,

 

Sarrows fill in

 

White shards of hope,

 

Enshrouding love,

 

 

 

Encasing life,

 

Leaving behind

 

A blackness for

 

Lingering death.

 

 

 

I make my mark

 

In this horrid

 

Void of our minds,

 

And pull helpless

 

 

 

Souls from the edge.

 

Humanity

 

Will always know

 

The likes of me.

 

 

-----------------------------------

 

 

Lover's Woods

 

Stars scatter in

 

The open air,

 

Brightening it

 

Everywhere.

 

 

 

Draped on the ground,

 

Like dew we lie,

 

Stripped of worry,

 

Held by the sky.

 

 

 

Your eyes sparkle,

 

Gems splayed on a

 

Canvas of soft

 

Beauty and wonder.

 

 

 

The moment craved,

 

Rightfully ours,

 

You against me,

 

Measuring hours.

 

 

 

Now is the time,

 

Feelings above

 

The standard day,

 

"You are my love,

 

This I can say."

 

 

 

 

I will Keep updating this post.

[Dark]

Random words that mean nothing.

 

I'll show you how a real poem sounds, foolish fool,

Your ugly poems of stupid just make idiots drool,

With stanzas in line and syllables accounted,

You'll learn how to write, on this horse I am mounted.

 

You are just like Clair, although her writing is better,

Don't you wish to escape from these societal fetters?

No, you can't, and your stanzas are wrong,

Seperate them now, even if your poem turns long.

 

You try to stand out, but you obviously fail,

Your learning curve for poems is as slow as a snail!

Your ryhme sceme is stupid, and you rarely write well,

These poems are bad enough to send you to hell.

 

You attack me like Clair, and you're terrible at it,

At least she is civilized, and won't throw a fit.

Make like a dog, and when I say so, you must sit,

I swear to the FSM, on fire you'll be lit!

 

You people suck at poems, and write terribly,

Why do you question me; why can't you see?

You insult my acrid comments, your head is so thick,

Your pungent lines make everything just more ironic.

 

By no means am I a master, like Poe and the sort,

But at least my shitty poems won't take me to court.

You will all get sued for burning so many eyes,

You try to write deeply but all you write are lies.

 

Please take my advice, and start writing those haikus,

At least it won't sound like you were writing while drinking booze.

Master poets may have not been amazing in their first stages,

But you guys suck so badly I'm sure you tear out poetic pages.

 

This place makes me cringe, with fear and fright,

Just stop posting this crap, refrain with all your might!

My writing is decent, and the rest of you are worse,

It seems like your incoherency is read like a curse.

 

I am dumbfounded,

Could it really be true that...

You suck at haikus?

 

Suspicions were right,

You suck at all poetry,

Just stop writing, please.

 

Doctors and lawyers,

They get paid a lot, you know,

You're bad at poems.

 

Want to attack me?

Get better first, and we'll see,

For now, hump that tree.

[Cody Frost]

Foolish, idiot, doglike…yet pleased

Thou are great at poems indeed.

You may be right that I’m a fool

But this fool improves whilst using you as his tool.

 

Stanzas split and rhymes in place,

I now rejoin the poetic race.

Civilized, true, I may not be,

But even dogs can rebel against thee.

 

I shall not sit, I shall not break,

I will not tremble, waddle or shake.

Thou words cut like sharpened knifes,

Impaling objects that can take many lives.

 

In this poem however, you cannot slice,

Wound or cut me with thou verbose pike.

I have been watching and learning each day,

And have come to measure how much your word’s weigh.

 

They are heavy, I say with no doubt,

But I also notice your words splashed with gout.

Like acid they burn, like a hammer they smite,

But like a virus I always rise.

 

Your drugs and treatments to cure my disease,

I can fare them all with ease.

I evolve from these constant fights,

Becoming more powerful and reaching new heights.

 

I thank you for your petulance,

It’s been useful,

For without it,

I’ll never become successful.

 

I can be a doctor or an attorney,

But the rigorous path is too much to worry.

I cannot follow a path full of mourn,

And lying fills me with hatred and scorn.

 

So it is with this that I say a due,

To this engraved poem which I’ve say to you.

I find it hard to end, with words so few,

Or maybe not so when the words are “Thank you”.

 

(as for the haikus)

 

I was new at this,

Do not judge a beginner,..

It is demeaning.

 

Five, seven, and five

The format of these haikus,

Such lazy thinking.

 

Poems are complex,

They hold deep meaning and thought.

Haikus are simple.

 

This is no hard art,

And no difficult challenge.

But no waste of time.

 

They can be quite strange

And some ARE interesting.

This is somewhat true.

 

Attention grasping,

Out of the ordinary,

Words are elegant.

 

Soft and smooth to ears,

Masters make these great words sound,

Or cutting and sharp.

 

But they rhyme much less,

A tone I enjoy hearing.

 

(Sigh)

 

Time for me to rest…

 

It’s been a pleasure DARK. Buonanotte.

[Bassa]

I like these new Poem wars...

[Cody Frost]

"Stay tuned for the hottest, most intellectual battles of all time! Poem Wars! Who will take the crown? And who will perish trying?

Air time Monday through Sunday at any random time of the day. Only on the New Yugiohcardmaker Channel."

[Dark]

A sad attempt at trying to counter my poems.

 

The following poems are not a reply to Cody Frost's poems, as he simply reiterated his points once over, and I do not need to reply to something which I've already countered. He brought no new points whatsoever, and it seems as if he is at a lack for words, or maybe just can't produce material as good as he'd like to. My poem will be furthering my argument against the terrible writers in this thread, and when Cody Frost decides to actually write a legitimate response that doesn't regurgitate old arguments, maybe we can continue this poam war.

 

My haikus, however, will be addressing his entire post, so it doesn't look like I completely ignored his post.

---

 

Terrible wrtings, and stupid themes,

The poems you write are ripping at the seams.

You try to embed meanings, you try to write deep,

But your terrible emo writing makes you look like a creep.

 

I'm sorry if I'm mean, obnoxious, or rude,

But the quality of your poems is simply just crude.

You write about life, death, and about love,

But you are just so bad, who do you think you're above?

 

Incoherency is a problem, a big one at that,

Let me dumb it down: yo poams ain't phat.

Nonsensical words, with no concept of rhyme,

Writing so badly should be considered a crime.

 

Nobody cares about your insignificant life,

Nor do we care about your supposed future wife.

These poems just suck, they truly are lame,

And the YCM population, they are to blame.

 

I'm trying to help you, just give me your trust,

Make your poems better, you know that you must!

Don't write deeply, because you fail at it so,

Writing about that makes the quality so damn low.

 

Learn how to count, your syllables that is,

Practice and practice, and surely you'll be a wiz.

Use simple words, and please don't complicate,

The last thing you want in your poems is to prate.

 

Why am I trying, you'll just ignore my help,

You think you are decent, you pitiful whelp!

I haven't seen a single good poem in this thread,

All the good poets are currently dead.

 

Take those bullshit deep meanings out of your crap,

Just write about donuts simply sitting on your lap.

There is a reason I am better at poetry than you,

It's because I write frivolously and my words are quite true.

---

 

Cody Frost, just stop,

You suck so badly at this,

Embarrass yourself.

 

You can't write poems,

Of any kind, which is sad,

Not even haikus!

 

Your words don't flow well,

Your purpose is skewed and weird,

You have no talent.

 

Like a virus, huh?

Your idiocy infects,

All of YCM.

 

Copying rhyme schemes?

Why would you stoop so damn low?

Disgraceful moron.

 

My words sting, don't they?

Rhetorical questions, too,

You don't get them, fool.

 

Simple and lazy,

You call haikus that, sadly,

No wonder you suck.

 

Comprehend meanings,

They are embedded within,

But you can't see them.

 

You think them easy,

But you truly suck, failure,

You lack any skill.

 

Try writing like Dark,

You will be so much more smart,

Not at all like now.

 

Your arguments fail,

You lack all intelligence,

Don't try replying.

 

I hope you've learned now,

Come back when you are not as,

Terrible as now.

[Bassa]

Lol.

 

I'll add them tommorrow.

[Dark]

I am quite sad now,

No one responds anymore,

To my arguments.

 

Do they lack the skill?

Are they at a loss for words?

Maybe they're stupid...

 

My points are concrete,

They can't be shaken or hit,

They will not falter.

 

Try me, I dare you,

Counter my truthful statements,

Have fun, little fools!

[Bassa]

I shall rise to the challenge...But not now. I am eating Cookies!

[Flakman4000]

There once was a girl from Rome

And out in the forest she roamed

She fought a big bear

But she couldn't bear

The outrageously weak girl from Rome

[Yang Xiao-Long]

I'm not giving a shat about this stupid poem war.

 

Here's a rough draft of a poem I wrote.

 

Mirrors

 

It's times like this I wonder why;

why I stay, or stand;

perhaps I'm bored?

Or is it because of some other thing?

Like pollen in the seas, I suppose

I should say,

or maybe even

dreary night dances.

Whatever. No one understands

the mirror anyhow;

how it just hangs around

observing others in life.

Perhaps one should be the mirror instead?

"Is what I show myself the truth of me or you?"

[Bassa]

Nicey Poem.

[Flakman4000]

B-A-S-S-A

is not posting poems now

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!

[Bassa]

I have only posted one Poem.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

They said that ignorance was bliss once.

Is it really? Look at what you've done;

entire fields barren,

friends gone, wiped out.

Is ignorance truly bliss?

 

You said you wanted this.

Is this true? Will you look at me and tell

the truth? These true lies,

disappearing gossamer threads;

they won't last.

Was this what you really wanted?

 

Like lead, we fall.

Why would you do this? Look around;

the fields still barren,

those friends, forever gone.

We fall like lead feathers.

 

Is ignorance truly bliss?