I hear a bunch of people are making poetry threads so I decided to try it.
BTW - You can thank jacksonghuntington for me being back on here.
Here is my first poem... ENJOY!
FYI - I'm not going to put actual people's names on here so they have been starred out (*)
Background: This poem was written as so I could remember all the inside jokes between me and my best friends. It didn't really work... just made it more difficult... GOOD LUCK!!
Background: This is a poem I wrotelast night. This is, swear to God, what it was like for me. It's supposed to be a free style pom but it probably won't work as I had origanally set it up so... bear with me. Around the edges of the poem, there are supposed to be a whole bunch of random things thrown in there. I put these at the bottom in italics... Sorry this isn't really that easy to put up guys...
Joseph 2
Twinkle Twinkle
THE Lights are fading ever so slowly
sloooooow daaaaancinnnng muuusic
I can't hear The world Around me
It's total madness But I can't tell
"Are you happy?" Yes... yes I am
"You're amazing." You are too.
You totally should Who? Hey you! Click Picture Who? You guys are so cute! Ahhh! Hey! Ahhh! PARTY MUSIC! OMG! Hey! You do? Hey you! Who is it?! Have you? Picture XD OMG! Click Camera Dance with him! Hey you! ~Click~
Background: My best friend is in denial of who she likes so I wrote this poem for her... Enjoy Jacob! It's written as if I'm her parent (father obviously).
Black Bride
Dear Miaann Young and sweet Whom will be the man That sweeps you off your feet
Could it be him? Or maybe him too? Whom is this man Whom comes to you?
Free as a wild bird It just won't do Whom be the man Whom be wed to you?
Is it but a soldier Or an accountant too? Is it but a rich man Whom is right for you?
Could it be him? Or maybe him too? Whom is this man Whom comes to you?
Whomever he may be Where your heart may go We'll soon give away The Black Bride we know
Could it be him? Or maybe him too? Whom is this man Who comes to you?
Background: My brother came home and for some reason asked me what's up. I replied with you know⦠the usual. The yoosh? He asks. The yoosh I agree. Then I wrote this poem. I don't care how stupid of a background that was⦠at least you get one. Btw: the ? is becuz I don't know what Jaske poem this is. Probably 2 or 3 but regardless.
Jaske ?
A funny looking kid With a funny looking mind He has funny looking thoughts All the funny looking time.
Has a funny looking house An a funny looking nose Works with funny looking numbers Wherever he funny looking goes.
Has a funny looking swagger And a funny looking talk Plays with his funny looking brothers At the funny looking park.
This funny looking kid Is like no funny looking other For this funny looking kid Is my funny looking brother.
The two last poems were actually interesting; more legit than the previous ones, though the latter of them two was a little abusive with the ''funny'' adjective. I'd strongly advise you to keep writing, and read as many poetry as you can, be it here on the forums or elsewhere.
Somehow, you remind me of Moon when she started here. Hyper, random, a little crazy; spilling here and there you know
Background: This story is about someone who is so expected and not feared that they are pretty much begging people to fear them but are really bad at it. ENJOY!
Be A Fraid
Be afraid Be very afraid Ever since we started out We've had no fraids
Some to torchor Or make us look tough Someone below us Who really must suck
Be afraid Fraids are quite cool They get rejected And beat up at school
Oh come on It really is fun I was born afraid And look what I have become.
Background: All I'm going to say is that this poem comes from really strange convo starters. This is a sneaky poem and you may think u know what I'm talking about but you don't.
A Jacob-Dactal
Up in the sky Flying above the clouds I once saw a Jacob-Dactal It really was quite louds.
It didn't shut up Yet had very little to say It usually hunted at nights And tried to sleep during the day.
Sometimes it got lonely Sometimes it got sad It went by many names Including, sometimes, Mad.
(as in Mad Cow Disease).
It had been looking for a while As all its friends had moved on For another FWIN - a - dactal For it to lean on.
And though it doesn't see it And maybe it needs a life I hope it knows I love it And that that is a sharp knife.
Background: (Ihatethisthing) This poem is in relation to my new YGO fanfic; The Millennium Earrings. For those of you who haven't read it, Seto and Anna-Beth meet under extremely lucky sercomestances (Ra, myspellingsucks) or is it? Come to find out, Anna-Beth's earrings contain a magical spirit that threatens the fate of the whole world... And the ever so sudden liking Seto has taken to this girl. Written in his POV.Â
Eye Of The Kaiba
Bright days are dissinagrating Life, as I know it, fading The future is waiting While fireflies are mating
The thought of forever Was just as quickly severed We had thought, never But fate is more clever
A love for something fake Is less likely to shake The needs to make An attempt at staying awake
I can't stop here Among all the endless fear I'll always hold near The things that I hold dear
When challenges arise It comes as no surprise A Kaiba has no allies But then why does it hurt when she cries?
I must face reality Love is just a formality When in actuality She has no sense of morality
To see another with her My strong barrier begins to wither I can't let myself simmer In the fate that will recur.Â
Not again with fate Why cant the speech wait I have to much on my plate Ha! A filthy girl like her, my soul mate?
But what if it is true? What would someone else do in my shoes? She says my eyes are so blue. Is there anything I can do?
Stop this nonsense NOW! This I won't allow She isn't worth your furrowed brow So why do you insist on having a cow?!
If only I were him What's his name? Joe, Jack or Jim? Man, he must be dim To love a girl so close to the rim
I just want to be in control And for her to stop taking her toll If her heart isn't even still whole Then how can she still have a pure soul?
I made the mistake of taking her to Domino And now she's going to need to show The dark side that I hate so Is that the price I pay for what I know?
She cares of everyone to much A true duelist shouldn't be such I can't remove the memory of her touch Is there finally a girl within my clutch?
Yugi and his pals will see How little time it takes for me To turn my back on this flea She'll understand, won't she?
Background: This poem is another one based off of my YGO fanfic. It has to do with how Anna-Beth goes through what Zalia did so many years ago, in ancient Egypt. For those of you who don't get the comparison, Zalia (Who is the darker spirit) has green/hazel eyes while Anna-Beth (Who is the innocent, pure, light one) has Brown eyes. Â Somewhat of a shorter poem.Â
These Brown Eyes Are Turning GreenÂ
In comparison to long ago The future holds tales untold But what if history can change But the future must remain.Â
A part from the thrill of fight And anger deep inside My ancient queen was once a child So sweet, innocent and mild.Â
An anger deep inside her And one that lies in me Drives the death of us all To only lead to eternal fall.Â
With each life time that we waste With each soul that we take We have no limits to our power But we grow dark with each passing hour
We can't be sure it was all for him For love is fake Only a power hold we make
Annie, Zalia Seto, Pharaoh The lights are forever lost We got our revenge, but at what cost?
I might fight And I might try But, I can't stop these brown eyes from turning green Only her past knows what I mean.Â
