Poems

Does anyone have any poems that they have written being ok?
I am just curious.

I picked up a shell.
It started to smell.
Oh well.

That won me a Nobel Prize for literature.

How about something like this.....

MY BIG BLUE VAN

VANS CAN BE VERY SPECIAL
THERE ARE ONES YOU GROW TO LOVE
A VAN CAN BE A MANS BEST FRIEND
OR A MACHIENE WITH A COOL RUG.

WELL MY VAN WAS VERY UNIQUE
IT WAS A SHADE OF ROYAL BLUE
IT NEVER MADE ME CARSICK
ITS SEATS WERE BROKEN IN TOO.

I KNEW THE THING WAS GETTING OLD
BUT WE WOULD NEVER GIVE IT UP
IT HAD BEEN AROUND FOREVER
IT WAS LIKE A FAVORITE COFFEE CUP.

IT WAS USED EVERY MORNING
FOR SCHOOL WORK OR SOMETHIN ELSE
IT BROUGHT US MOSTLY EVERYWHERE
AND WAS A LANDMARK FOR OUR HOUSE.

WE WENT TO GET IT INSPECTED
THEY SAID IT HAD ONE YEAR TO LAST
THAT WAS WAY TOO SHORT OF A TIME
FOR US TO RECAP THE PAST.

MY DAD BOUGHT A NEW VAN
IT WAS GREEN WITH A NEW SEAT
BUT IT JUST DIDN’T QUITE COMPARE
IT WAS SOMEHOW INCOMPLETE.

WELL MY DAD TRADED IN MY BLUE VAN
HE ONLY GOT A HUNDRED BUCKS
COMPARED TO THE BLUE VANS MEMORIES
THE GREEN VAN REALLY SUCKS.

MY BLUE VAN DROVE ME TO FIELD TRIPS
AND WAS A SEAT FOR TONS OF DUDES
IT SAT MORE BUTTS THEN ANY VAN
AND HAD MORE SMELLS FROM ALL THE FOOD.

THE NEW GREEN VAN IS KINDA COOL
BUT NEVER COULD, WILL, OR CAN
TAKE THE PLACE OR MEMORY
OF MY TRENDY BIG BLUE VAN.

i wrote one...

ive fallen in the cracks
and reached for a helping hand
then i saw a ray of hope
that beam of light was you
your gorgous face shone brightly
eyes gleaming with all your love
you brought me from the darkness
into the brilliant sun
the wind brushed by my side
as my lingering foot hung over the edge
my hand tightly gripping yours
i felt a sudden shock
when you threw me back inside
the darkness rushed over me
my body felt hollow and dead
then into the blackest depth
i disappeared forever

it didnt ryhme but poems dont have to

do you like it?

not meaning to burst anyone's bubble, but this really belongs in the FanFic section.
*whistles away.*

I saw a thread here
I wanted to reply
but I am just a newb,
I don't know if I could survive.

The older members scare me.
Even though they seem nice;
even thinking about posting
makes me feel like a block of ice.

But I have decided
to begin to post...
lets just hope,
I don't end up a ghost.

I wrote that right after I joined... too much boredom creeping in, I guess.

hehe, i'm actually making a poem right now. first time i ever tried it and i like it ^ ^. it's good to see what i can think of that reflect's my mood .
it's not done yet so i can't post it. even if it was done i woulnd't post it here. it's for a person who've done alot for me.
^ ^

nice poem's everyone ^ ^

Originally posted by necroton
I picked up a shell.
It started to smell.
Oh well.

That won me a Nobel Prize for literature.

Really? It's hard to tell if you're being serious... or maybe I'm just gullable.

I've got a few poems about, but I can't post them just now. Maybe later...

Me is writing a gothic poem for my English class. May post it... around 12 verses of 4 lines each.

I have some published poems, which some people insist are good, but they are, realistically, quite horrible. I have come to the conclusion that the Poetry Institute of Canada is completely and entirely a sham.

i wrote one called running in squares... but i lost it and dont remember how it went.

I've got one here;

“Only when the times grow dark,
And the world flies under imperial mark,

Will a hero arise to free the land,
For old and new he shall make a stand,

For all the wrongs he makes a right,
A bright new day for each dark night,

A mote of light for each grain of sand
Until the world holds no brand,

To bear witness to this dark hour,
In which we live, times of sour,

Forever he wanders, lamenting sin,
Fighting his own darkness within
He finds our world great darkness in,
Mirroring his mind and soul within,

He lashes out in rage and spite,
Clearing the darkness, purging the night,
His anger cleanses the awful blight,
And opens the path for a whole new light,

His tale holds true now for all to see,
How anger is not always negativity,

For his anger shall free us all,
Harnessed, anger lead to evil’s fall.”

I know it stinks, I didn't even bother to keep it in a particular solid meter, I just let it drift. And to those who want to move this thread to the Fanfic board, why that would be redundant! Why, because this is already a part of one of my fanfics there. :rolleyes:

posted this in farore clan a lil while.. my favorite poem that ive written

Breakup

I’m not a mind reader
I don’t know what you want
So hurry up and tell me
And please be blunt
But before you start yapping
There something I must say
This little game you’ve got going
I refuse to play
I’m tired of arguing
Over stupid stuff
This relationship is been dwindling
And now it’s getting rough
You know what
I’ve changed my mind
I’m through listening
I’m through wasting my time
I could say we’d make it through
But that would be a lie
So rather than say that
I’ll end this and say good-bye


kinda simplistic i know.. but it is exactly what i was feelin at the time i wrote it

Me post poem... no title.


Upon a long deserted road,
A horse and cart, along it’s told,
Out comes a boy, young and strong,
Walking along singing a song,
A girl appears, warm but cold,
Body of young, mind of old

Staying in an old wooden house,
The house that creeks, like a mouse,
As quiet as the eye can see,
The girl moves swiftly, like a bee,
Towards the boy, by the road,
Where the horse and cart, there as it’s told

Back to the boy, by the road,
Noticing something in the carts load,
Seeing something, it seems to twitch,
He thinks it could be a darkened witch,
He looks into the horse and cart,
And then he sees the blackened heart

The little girl filled with terror,
Facing the boy wearing leather,
He forces the girl out of the cart,
Breaking the new shattered heart,
She started to sob, weep and cry,
Practically about to die

He turned around, hearing the sound,
Where lots of tears were to be found,
Together, heading to the house on the cliff,
As if the story is now a myth,
Inside the house, blood covers the walls,
And gore fills the multiple floors

The young boy, now filled with fears,
Following the girl, now no tears,
The girl mutters “stay right here”,
Leaving the boy with even more fear,
The girl walks into a room,
Leaving the boy with impending doom

She appears again, knife in hand,
The boy did nothing, only to stand,
She walks to him, raising her arm,
The boy, frozen, stood in alarm
The knife goes down,
The heart was found

Dead on the floor,
Slumped on the wall,
Left alone, alone to die,
The body then, started to cry,
Left inside the house of wood,
With the girl, alone, she stood.

Originally posted by Saderox
Really? It's hard to tell if you're being serious... or maybe I'm just gullable.

I've got a few poems about, but I can't post them just now. Maybe later...

If he had won the NobelPrize for anything he proably would have told us by now.

thats a very good poem yami. its awesome! have you ever tried publishing? AJ and Vash: you both wrote very good poems too. i like the blue van one too, reminds me of my grandmothers van... tho it smelt like ****. wish i could htink of a worthwhile poem, but i cant and life goes on. *sigh*

Originally posted by KoYasha
If he had won the NobelPrize for anything he proably would have told us by now.

So... gullable?

Ah well. Cool poem anyway. Short, pointless, and yet has a sort of feeling behind it.
I liked it!

Very nice poems people. I'm not that good at making something that could be true that has a great meaning so great job to those who can and the ones like me.

this one is kinda cool. I made it up ten minutes ago...

Walking around
in the cool morning air
with fog on the ground
a light breeze in my hair
I turn and I think
and I think and I ponder
would I be shivering
if it were summer?

that one is unlike most of my other stuff, but most of my stuff does have comical phrases.

oh i just thought of a new poem right now.

A walk on the beach
is like a walk in the park
except there's an ocean
and sea shells
unless the park is at the beach
then it's the same thing.