Amber 91 Posted December 24, 2009 Woot. NOw write in this thread. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 Well....I dont know what to say because me + srs doesnt mixHere is a poem I HAD TO WRITE, i do enjoy writing poems howeverIt is what it is It it what it is An insightful phrase Life is hell Our impermanence Shown with every ailment we get It is what it is Divorce An appalling affair Destroying childrens innocence It is what it is Ultimately we will conquer death but only after we suffer So ill leave you with a few words to get by It is what it isWROTE IT MYSELF BTW -----> AMBER.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amber 91 Posted December 24, 2009 I see that hoWArd. I wish I could write poems. But I don't have anythign to write about. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Moby-Dick 0 Posted December 24, 2009 i actually write all the time, so here is one =)Taste the NightTaste the liquid crystal skyThe sweetness of the nightFeel the depths of darkness cryThe stars are tears of lightThe mirror moon is hung with careFrom silver cobweb strandsThe darkest backdrop lingers thereHeld up with giant handsNo powers can support that ballNo powers can impoundOne day from out the sky will fallAnd bounce across the groundDeep blue and endless lake of spaceEnchantment of the eyesA swinging sheet of splendour graceEncompassing the skiesAn icy pool of moon-spun lightSurrounds that hoary sphereIntoxication of midnightThe wine of shadows hereWhen day retreats to hide its beamsThen is the night unfurledAnd peace seeps out in glorious dreamsInebriates the world Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fontaine 1744 Posted December 24, 2009 Jenn, I just cried a little. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 I see your poem and raise you one madam!Music Music is my drug An opiate of contentness is what music is to me Always soothing and calming It shant leave myself disapointed Because I live to discover New artists and genres To feed my insatiable hunger Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amber 91 Posted December 24, 2009 THat's really good Jenn. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 Yea, those were fuckin excellent Jenn. So much imagery! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Moby-Dick 0 Posted December 24, 2009 one more i just foundI AmA shattered cough,Lost breath,Broken skin,I am Death.A single look,A glance above,A glimmering eye,I am Love.A touch that lied,Broken Trust,Lost Love,I am Lust.Wondering alone,Lost Fate,Never Love,I am Hate.A gracious smile,A golden key,A gate of Trust,I am Destiny.Unbroken lies,Not left in dust,An open arch,I am Trust.A broken smile,I do defy,What is truth?I am a Lie.A happy time,Everyone's strife,You'll never forget,That I am Life. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Moby-Dick 0 Posted December 24, 2009 ok, one more =) on the way to ky i wrote this one cuz it was snowing =PWinters DayWinter's soul impeccableImpermeable laden eyesWoeful blast of crystal tearsFalling gray icicle skiesSun an impotent memoryMelts not the glacial soulBuried past, frozen heartedCleaves fast to lacquered floeWindswept the barren havenHolds frosty tenacious rimeLandscape summons relicsWhere entombed Spring abidesPersistent chill adheres the wallFervent bleak sanctuary holdsHope's in contempt eternalOf Winter's insolent role Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
UnknownLegend 5480 Posted December 24, 2009 Youjustlostthegame Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Waffle Posted December 24, 2009 Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.That's my story. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 So you guys know, trolling this will give you a day ban, then a week ban and so forth...Dont troll this section. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
UnknownLegend 5480 Posted December 24, 2009 Where does it say that?Also, who are you to call my form of creative expression a troll? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 Junzou dont be like that plox >_> Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Waffle Posted December 24, 2009 I'm not trolling, I made that story up, on the spot. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Pebbz. 953 Posted December 24, 2009 Literature is not my thing. Talking about semantics bores the fuck out of me. =\ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
UnknownLegend 5480 Posted December 24, 2009 I'm offended that my artistic organization of the simple sentence "You just lost the game" in the WRITER'S CAFE was called a troll.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_poetryThe simple line down the side of the page represents the line our lives follow, blindly until the end where we realize what life means, and then mutter a few select curse words and try to forget the meaning again.It may be bad poetry, but bad poetry is still poetry! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
missing-zelda 0 Posted December 24, 2009 Don't even try to claim that Waffle lol that's so old, probly older then you..I found this from 5th grade, it doesn't even make much sense and some parts don't even rhyme, im just putting it out here more for comical relief. As Dave went out to play one day, he didn’t want any food that day.He went to the beach to swim and play but still didn’t want his food that day. That night he got ready for bed and said I’m still not going to eat alrightHe wouldn’t give in for money nor bread but at last he went nighty-night. The next day he woke with a start and a fright but still would not eat at allHis mother came in and stared at the site of Dave involved with a bowl She said it’s alright you can cook after tonight and calmly she took him awayHe got out his plate and stared at the sight his mother had prepared a buffet Never again Dave said with a tone will I ever not eat good food at homeFrom this day forward I will ever be hungry for food that comes my way. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Howard Dean 2502 Posted December 24, 2009 Win zelda hahaha Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Moby-Dick 0 Posted December 24, 2009 lol lol lol Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Dead=Vortex Posted December 24, 2009 They'll love Me When I'm DeadWhen My Mind Has Left My HeadThey'll Eat The Words They SaidAnd Cry Themselves to Bed And That's The..End.FTW Poetry 4 Dummies Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Carl Sagan 2577 Posted December 24, 2009 Looking up from my decorating book, I found my husband with his arms around me.“What are you planning on decorating now?” Howard chuckled. “I was thinking about doing the lounge room differently. I want to move the lounge on the north wall.” Howard laughed again, “I can help you with that my love.” He unwrapped his arms from me and took my hand, helping me get up. With one push, he pushed the lounge so it was now on the north wall. And then something changed, his eyes stared at the floor, for where the lounge had just been. I moved so I was standing next to him, and that’s when I saw it. A pair of bear fur hand cuffs and a row of condoms, Blood flavoured condoms.“AMBER,WAFFEL GET DOWN HERE NOW!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, how many times had I told them too not do sexual things in places other then their bedroom. WAFFLE came running down the stairs with AMBER in tow. “What’s with all the yelling Chicago?” Amber said, she had obviously no idea what was goin on, maybe it was all WAFFELS idea. I shuddered at that thought, I didn’t what to know my what my son got up to in his private time. Carlisle picked up the items and held them up.AMBER suddenly slapped WAFFLE, “You promised that you would put them away!” “I thought I did!….. Oh wait that was the day when I played Xbox with Pebbz…” AMBER just stared at him. “Okay I don’t care who was supposed to put them away, you all know the rules, no sex in any part of this house except your bedrooms.” I said with a sigh. The last time something had happened like this I banned them from the house, they just ended up destroying half the forest instead. HOWARD spoke next, we had discussed about what we should do if this situation repeated it self, a sex education lesson. “Now you remember what the punishment is for ignoring our rules on a subject like this, you all have to watch a sexual education video. Good luck telling everyone.”“Oh man!” WAFFLE groaned, and ran outside with AMBER. I turned to my husband, “I think tonight will be interesting, I’ll go get everything set up.” I kissed him goodbye and ran to his study. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Beefwipe 11 Posted December 24, 2009 I wrote one a little while back.Sausage FestNow, this is a story all about howMy life got flipped-turned upside downAnd I liked to take a minuteJust sit right thereI'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel AirIn west Philadelphia born and raisedOn the playground was where I spent most of my daysChillin' out maxin' relaxin' all coolAnd all shootin some b-ball outside of the schoolWhen a couple of guysWho were up to no goodStartin making trouble in my neighborhoodI got in one little fight and my mom got scaredShe said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'I begged and pleaded with her day after dayBut she packed my suite case and send me on my wayShe gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.First class, yo this is badDrinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?Hmmmmm this might be alright.But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all thatIs Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?I don't think sowI'll see when I get thereI hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-AirWell, the plane landed and when I came outThere was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name outI ain't trying to get arrestedI just got hereI sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappearedI whistled for a cab and when it came nearThe license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirrorIf anything I can say this cab is rareBut I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'I looked at my kingdomI was finally thereTo sit on my throne as the Prince of Bellend Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zagrao 0 Posted December 24, 2009 I have fan-fics I'm working on, 1 in progress, 2 in pre-planning.I'll post one sometime later and hope that I don't face idiots telling me it sucks just cause of which genre I'm writing it on.EDIT - oh yeah nice poems. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites