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Post by
Queggy
I've noticed that there has been many recent threads about poetry, so I thought I would make one thread for everyone to post their poetry in for other people to see it and and discuss it.
I also had the idea that we could make a game of this where the person above you gives you a poem to write, what style if they wish, the length, etc. And then, people can rate the poem you wrote for the game and you can give the peron below you one to write as well!
:D
To give you an idea of what I mean -->
The person below me must write a poem in the style of a limerick that must be at least two stanzas long and written on the topic of the Alliance. Please remember that a limerick is five lines long, so a two stanza limerick should be ten lines long.
Go!
Post by
Hyperspacerebel
There once was a Gnome named Rob,
He like pie and corn on the cob.
He built a chopper,
Out of tin, gold, and copper,
And named it Melchizedek-Bob.
He flew all the way to Darnassus,
And on the ground he settled his chassis
And what did he see,
Having crumpets and tea,
King Varian and Arch Druid Lathorius!
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Sonnet about wombats.
Post by
cheezedood21
(Sorry for the unoriginality, as I just go with what's in my head)
There once was a mage from Goldshire.
He realized his situation was dire.
He had zero gold.
No weapons to hold.
So, he threw all his whites in the fire.
Finally, level 80, he grew bored.
As he made his last flight through the Fjord,
He said, "This is lame.
I'm tired of this game."
And thus, his Tauren was born.
edit: awww :(
I'm sorry, nothing is coming to me for your idea, HSR.
Post by
Queggy
Hmmm . . . I think I like cheezedood221's better. Sorry HSR!
Sonnet about wombats.
Shakespearean style.
Deep within the heart of the wild Outback
Lived a marsupial by the name, Will.
Every noon and even he searched for a snack
Once he had it, he went to the mill.
"Ahoy there, sir miller," he would exclaim.
"I have here a good meal for you to grind!"
"I'm sorry, sir," the miller would proclaim.
"But here we only make hinds and the wind!"
Upon hearing this news, Will was saddened.
"Then what shall I do with all of my food?"
"Consume it un-ground and become fattened!"
Will, who was shocked and angry said, "How rude!"
"I didn't want your custom anyway,
Now leave me in peace and get thee away!"
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Write me a haiku about cheese.
Post by
449584
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Post by
Hyperspacerebel
Roaring fire in hearth
I put cheese on my cracker
Winter chill is gone
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Clerihew
about Thrall
Post by
Queggy
Lol, HSR.
Messoria, it doesn't have to be part of the game, this thread is also for just posting your work.
:)
Clerihew about Thrall
The orc known as Thrall,
Brawny, green, muscular and tall!
He was a gladiator, a shaman, and warchief too!
Uncle Thrall wants YOU!
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Your choice of style and length, but it must be about magic.
Post by
Orranis
Gramrye -
Songs of the Elves,
Chimes of the bells,
Curse of the hells,
Magic.
Runes of the lands,
demons of the sands,
undeniable commands,
Maigc.
Post by
Queggy
Very nice Faceshield!
:)
Random poem/thingy incoming. I don't think it's very good. Just wrote it as it came to me. -->
I walk through the whispering wood
As the angel's feathers fall.
Falling gently from the steel sky.
If only, I wish that I would
never more, never more, be a thrall.
A thrall to life
A thrall to love
A thrall to work and play.
None however are as powerful a tie
As that of the wish to fly.
To rise above the weary world
And all the troubles within.
So as I hang in the sky, I'll see it all unfurled
Then I'll gaze upon where I've been.
I'll look up to where I'll go
And see the angels fly.
Never more the draught of sorrow!
My eyes will not ever cry!
Then it hits me and I realize
That it was all a dream
It was only a reprise
And now I must return to the mainstream
Of life, of love, of work and play.
Never more, never more, to fly.
Post by
cheezedood21
The sounds of wisdom,
Through your hands.
The feel of power.
The feel of Judgement.
You'll finally get your due.
You'll finally get your life.
The world is ending soon.
You'll one day rule the government.
Such are the delusions,
Of a man so high and mighty.
Though, he doesn't see the world,
crumbling all around him.
He finds himself a weapon.
Blackmail's one of choice.
He rides upon his zeppelin,
But he forgets his wisdom.
Post by
cheezedood21
The Burglar
He was strolling through my house one day.
Looking to recieve some pay.
He was taken by surprise
By a fist between the eyes,
And he won't be stealing soon, I'm sad to say.
Post by
Kristopher
In the end, we've only reached the beginning,
The race has begun, but Death is already winning.
Try as we might, we always lose.
Death is an option we cannot refuse.
So open your arms and welcome his embrace
Because eventually he will win this futile race.
I need to get back into writing poetry, :/
Post by
cheezedood21
In the end, we've only reached the beginning,
The race has begun, but Death is already winning.
Try as we might, we always lose.
Death is an option we cannot refuse.
So open your arms and welcome his embrace
Because eventually he will win this futile race.
I need to get back into writing poetry, :/
Yes, you do.
Then, you need to post more awesomeness here.
Post by
234080
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Post by
Kristopher
Heh, nice.
In the end, we've only reached the beginning,
The race has begun, but Death is already winning.
Try as we might, we always lose.
Death is an option we cannot refuse.
So open your arms and welcome his embrace
Because eventually he will win this futile race.
I need to get back into writing poetry, :/
Yes, you do.
Then, you need to post more awesomeness here.
Thankee :) I came up with that with like 10 minutes of thought. I have more poems posted somewhere.
Post by
cheezedood21
I think I'll do something I've never done before: Actually spend more than 5 minutes writing a poem.From the RB. Posting here.
Love's Decline:
How can I Iove you? Tell me how, please.
I've already been told of the birds and the bees.
I'm speaking, of course, of the emotional love.
Those hearts in the air, ascending above.
Can I trust you? Do you trust me?
How can I know with any certainty?
You words are like people in line, in my mind,
As they decline down the escalator/stairway of time.
Waiting and waiting to talk to me, face to face.
But not giving any reason why I should listen in the first place.
More and more doubt begins to swarm all about.
This drought that I'm in forces me to get the hell out.
As I'm struggling, struggling to find some food and some water,
I see her in the distance thinking to myself, "That's just not her."
But it is, and it is, as the thoughts settled in.
She hadn't changed, she simply just removed all the false skin.
Seeing the shell fall to the ground, I let out a final breath.
As my body lay in turmoil, my soul lay in death.
KRIS. POST MOAR PO-EHMS.
Edit: Also, this came out more "rappy" than I had intended.
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