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(No Emo)

Religion
By Quaon

It was a dark day in December
The snow fell like hail
And so was the day that
They say the baby who was God was born
Yet, other's say
That later
Over 600 years after that baby was born
That the real prophet of the Lord was born
Yet others say that there's no God; you get resurrected!
Than you get the Jews, who came before 'em all
Who think that there God is the only one
But then we come to the athiests
"There is no God!" they say
So who is right? I ask you
Who can know?
But I've got one thing to say:
You gotta have faith in something!
Who knows what comes next?
But, why squander the time we have now?
Why not find where your heart is?
And follow it through and through
No matter where it leads
Whether it makes you
A Christian, Muslims, Buddhist, Hindu, Athiest, or a Jew! (And don't forget the other's too!)

*ahem* I shall relate the three "poems" (if you could call it that) of the magnetic poetry strips that are currently on my refridgerator door.

A moment of silence
For the Universe



Beyond embrace
To taste the harvest
Are ancient Winters foretelling Spring?



Adrian is Jenny's

fin

Religion
by Qwystyria

The truth never changes
It's not hard to find
But what's really plain is
You'll get left behind
If you don't change your mind.

http://www.postpoems.com/members/rauvilin/

My four poems I've written since about two weeks ago.

I don't like haiku
I think it's really dumb, yeah
I really hate it.

I've got a few more poems, but I might want to publish them eventually, so I can't post 'em.

Create poetry on the spot, eh?

There was a young man from Bethlehem
His fleece was white as snow
He was a rather avid fan of Eminem
His legacy just goes to show

His friend was a young prince from Lichtenstein
He drank tuna juice from the tin (Well, down here we call it brine)
Dumb prince then forgot to throw it in the bin.

The young prince then went and ate his hat
A mangy dog came and sat on his lap
With thirty obese children watching
He caught tuberculosis from someone coughing.

Fin.

one, two, three, four,
i feel very sore,
five, six, seven, eight,
here comes the alcohol...

(No Emo)
And what's that supposed to mean?

And what's that supposed to mean?
Don't suck when writing poetry.

And what's that supposed to mean?
No one ever understands
This bitter life of mine
No one is my biggest fan
For a loved one I do pine

I hate myself and I want to die
I love you and I won't ever lie
I cry at night and gaze at the sky
Life is hell, and I wonder why?

No one seems to know
And it just goes to show
that this brand of poetry blows
And that's why they call me EMO.

No one ever understands
This bitter life of mine
No one is my biggest fan
For a loved one I do pine

I hate myself and I want to die
I love you and I won't ever lie
I cry at night and gaze at the sky
Life is hell, and I wonder why?

No one seems to know
And it just goes to show
that this brand of poetry blows
And that's why they call me EMO.
No. Believe me, depressing poetry isn't always emo. It just depends on how good the poetry is. Emo poetry sucks.

This is what I said to this girl who I kept asking out, She kept saying no :eek:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your face is blushing
And I love you

Ok, I'm off to puke now.

On the spot poetry...

Hard as iron
Big as a stone
Is there someting inside you
That you still haven't shown?

Haha..that one just came out...;)

No. Believe me, depressing poetry isn't always emo. It just depends on how good the poetry is. Emo poetry sucks.

No, depressing poetry and song lyrics aren't always emo, but that one I posted happened to be, considering how terrible it was. :p

No. Believe me, depressing poetry isn't always emo. It just depends on how good the poetry is. Emo poetry sucks.Pretty much all my depressing poetry stems from my overtuned response to certain things that have been happening. I'd call that "emo".

No, depressing poetry and song lyrics aren't always emo, but that one I posted happened to be, considering how terrible it was. :p
It did suck. But it sucked intentionnaly. So techincally, you didn't suck at sucking. Paradox. Crap.

It did suck. But it sucked intentionnaly. So techincally, you didn't suck at sucking. Paradox. Crap.



My head hurts
I hate you
You fill my brain
With mouldy yoghurt
And verbal poo
Please end the pain. :(

:p

Simonist']*ahem* I shall relate the three "poems" (if you could call it that) of the magnetic poetry strips that are currently on my refridgerator door. Hey, good thinking. Now that's the kind of poetry I can do, too:



an absurd electric angel
dazzled by glorious blue



psychedelic masterpieces of surreal purple junk




Um, yes, that's it. There were never enough of the right letters to complete the beauty that is those sparse lines.
Plus I can't remember where I put the box. :p


Create poetry on the spot, eh?

There was a young man from Bethlehem
His fleece was white as snow
He was a rather avid fan of Eminem
His legacy just goes to show

His friend was a young prince from Lichtenstein
He drank tuna juice from the tin (Well, down here we call it brine)
Dumb prince then forgot to throw it in the bin.

The young prince then went and ate his hat
A mangy dog came and sat on his lap
With thirty obese children watching
He caught tuberculosis from someone coughing.

Fin.

LOL :p. I'm not quite sold on the hat/lap and watching/coughing rhyming going on there, though. And it's Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein, goddammit!

Hey, good thinking. Now that's the kind of poetry I can do, too:Reminds me of the phrases me and my ex used to put on her refrigerator...

I'm writing a poem
It's really, really good
Do you like my poem?
I really think you should

(with a nod to Langston Hughes)

It's such a bore
Being a boar.

Spontaneous poetry?

Sounds like fun.


The Earth is always spinning on her axis,
and only at night is there ataraxis,
when the soul, mind and body all relaxes,
and wait for the light of the coming day.

Detour
I guess...you haven't lived,
Until you've died.

I'm writing a poem
It's really, really good
Do you like my poem?
I really think you should
Ha, perfect! :p

Was A Day
In The Darkest Winter
When The Prince
Son Of King Luchin
Killed Himself
And So
Did The Kingdom Shutter
I Tell You This Story, For The Prince Is My Friend
You See, Myself, I Am Also Dead

im not ok
by pompous world

nothing is good.
everything sucks
i will slit the pain
back in teh chambers of hell
where i am your tormentor
and you will fear
you will fear
fear
fear
fear
because i am becoming
of nothing.

okay

Bouncing Ball

Trees are cool and all
But they can't hold a candle to a bouncing ball.
Be it on a court or on a pitch,
Playing with pals or an antagonizing bitch,
In glorious sunshine or wretched hail...
Life's a game made for all,
But it's most fun when played
With a bouncing ball.

Here's a one-liner I came up with on the train ride to Berlin today:

The pain is greater than the sword.

im not ok
by pompous world

nothing is good.
everything sucks
i will slit the pain
back in teh chambers of hell
where i am your tormentor
and you will fear
you will fear
fear
fear
fear
because i am becoming
of nothing.
I said no emo! :mad:

Here's a one-liner I came up with on the train ride to Berlin today:

The pain is greater than the sword.
o.O

You know, the only thing I would come up with on the train to Berlin would probably be

Once more I'm going to Bahnhof Zoo
Probably stepping in dog poo, too
I can already see it clinging to my shoe.


Or something to that effect. :p

I said no emo! :mad:
And you failed to properly explain what you meant, unless you're one of Ritlina's puppets, in which case you still failed to explain.

o.O

You know, the only thing I would come up with on the train to Berlin would probably be

Once more I'm going to Bahnhof Zoo
Probably stepping in dog poo, too
I can already see it clinging to my shoe.


Or something to that effect. :pYou forgot the friendly people asking for a Euro or two.

And you failed to properly explain what you meant, unless you're one of Ritlina's puppets, in which case you still failed to explain.
No, I am not a puppet. And, serously, who doesn't know what emo is? Anyway, Ritlina did explain, so your arguement doesn't matter.

No, I am not a puppet. And, serously, who doesn't know what emo is? Anyway, Ritlina did explain, so your arguement doesn't matter.
Naltiir's explanation merely stated no "bad" poetry. Who's to judge that?

Naltiir's explanation merely stated no "bad" poetry. Who's to judge that?
Emo means Goth poetry, does it not?

I wrote this way back when I was still doing this sort of thing. I guess I was 18. I have more, but this is a nice short one. I know you like that.

Inspiration Lost

I think I’ve lost my inspiration,
for my knack with connotation
has become much too elusive to restore...
every song on every station
speaks of sadness or elation,
but all of anything I had in store.
Every fad and new sensation
gives instant gratification,
so nothing’s left to work for anymore.
I have tried but no creation
sounds more classy than lallation,
so I gave in to writer’s block of lore.

Emo means Goth poetry, does it not?Thank you for an explanation. I don't think I'd ever have associated the two, because emo sounds like "over emotional" and that's not the first thing I think of when I hear the word "goth".

I said no emo! :mad:

eheheheh

okay

Bouncing Ball

Trees are cool and all
But they can't hold a candle to a bouncing ball.
Be it on a court or on a pitch,
Playing with pals or an antagonizing bitch,
In glorious sunshine or wretched hail...
Life's a game made for all,
But it's most fun when played
With a bouncing ball.

I like :).

Thank you for an explanation. I don't think I'd ever have associated the two, because emo sounds like "over emotional" and that's not the first thing I think of when I hear the word "goth".
Post-modernist irony. :P

o.O

You know, the only thing I would come up with on the train to Berlin would probably be

Once more I'm going to Bahnhof Zoo
Probably stepping in dog poo, too
I can already see it clinging to my shoe.


Or something to that effect. :p

You forgot the friendly people asking for a Euro or two.

That's true
But I knew
They could count on you.

That's true
But I knew
They could count on you.
How do
You know that to be true
When in fact I did hand money to
the poor chaps? Maybe you're just cru
-el
:p

Edit: Damn, I could have sworn there was a "couldn't" in there. Aw well, I don't want to change the thing now that I know I read wrong...

Dear God, you read my mind. I specifically clicked on the General subforum link with the intent to make a poetry thread like this, except more focused on critiques... ah well. Either way, here we go.
----------------------------------------------------
dreamgirl.

I met a woman on the sidewalk
who asked me for American Express.
The strange request led to nothing by my contempt,
but upon closer scrutiny of facial features
in the headlights,
bruises bounced from the back of my retinas.

Pity,
a warm, suburban blanket,
wrapped itself cozily around my mind

until she commanded me to smile,
regally.
As I did so and sat down,
I wasn't truly comprehending that this sidewalk
was not her story.

This once-upon-a-time beauty
told me that her life was locked in a pocketbook,
and added, rather haughtily,
a command to open it.

And Venice came spilling out
in a river of red glass beads
and multiple lovers
and spending nights
(starlight encrusted)
alone in a gondola
because she
"was too strong a woman to ask for directions".
She got drunk off Italian wines
and making eyes
at the Italian men
determined to pursue her.

Next came photos from the catwalk,
faded glossies screaming her face
from magazine bedsheets.
Her sultry, red lips pouted,
uncomfortable stare
stabbing through to the hearts
of continents.
Voluptuous
yet still gracefully thin,
her frame stopped motion
only for bright flashes
and maybe a new gig.

Next leapt out stories of her art,
vibrant colors and geometric patterns
and realism containing sex, love,
affluence and memories from China.

China danced from her bag as a tangent,
glowing oriental silk-stories spun from
those little caterpillars
that she mentioned a few times.
And she told me that
yes, Italian men were the best lovers,
but no man was more a gentleman
than the Chinese one,
and a gentle love
is the best therapy for a hectic existence.

She spoke of her own version
of stars and ships
and sealing wax,
and ex-husbands who lied
and children of whom she couldn't
(for the life of her!)
remember their names,
and castles and travels
and terrible things.

As I sat
and drank it in (thirsty as hell)
the sun came up gradually,
rosy pinks blending with the
melodies of her voice.
I saw that she was beautiful
before sleep arrested my ears.

By the time I revived,
she was already drifting again,
red, three-inch pumps
clicking off down the sidewalk
to find another story to

lose

herself in.
---------

It's a little long. My apologies.

How do
You know that to be true
When in fact I did hand money to
the poor chaps? Maybe you're just cru
-el
:p

I'm cruel for two
But maybe you
Are too.

dreamgirl.
< snip >

I like it. :)

Foundations of Shit-another emo poem by pompous world

mass graves underlie the existence of your all night raves
the end is about, fountains of blood spew from your fear and doubt
gardens grow from corpses beneath
cities built on foundations of shit
tethered by objects to walls
endless time spent in shopping malls
fake smiles and hidden agendas
the sun shines perpetually in a planned town named Caribu
somethings rotten when you vomit on the frying steaks of the annual barbeque

I'm cruel for two
But maybe you
Are too.
I'm not cruel: I'm blue.
But I'm glad that it's true
That I think that you
Are a nice enough person to
Warrant me breaking the rhyme.

;)

I'm not cruel: I'm blue.
But I'm glad that it's true
That I think that you
Are a nice enough person to
Warrant me breaking the rhyme.

;)

That, Laerod, was truly sublime,
Try just as hard next time,
And... the mood will climb :confused:

I sit alone in the dark,
I look at the view of the park,
there you sit with my best friend,
dont lie to me,
dont pretend,
you think i dont know you cheat and lie,
well I do and i sit here and cry.

Your enough to drive me round the twist,
so i'll find a sharp object and slit my wrists,
I dig in the knife,
I'll drag it,
I'm fed up,
I hate my life,
the blood is pouring from my veins,
you drove me to this,
you sent me insane.
You walk in my room and kiss my lips,
I send you on a guilt trip,
you bent down and held me tight,
this is when I saw the light,
I see you cry,
I no longer want to die.
:p :) ;) :D:fluffle:

On the spot poetry, you say?

I really hate the human species.
I think we're all just piles of feces.
Most human deeds seem to be showing
De-evolution's where we're going,
And what we call civilization
Is just a term for the negation
Of things to which we could aspire,
But I'm done fighting, I'm just tired.

Okay, this took about 5 minutes to come up with, it wasn't quite on the spot.

That, Laerod, was truly sublime,
Try just as hard next time,
And... the mood will climb :confused:

But he's not a mime!
He should have kept the rhyme.
It only took
One short look
Up the line:
There's Caribu!
And barbeque!
What, not good enough for you?

But he's not a mime!
He should have kept the rhyme.
It only took
One short look
Up the line:
There's Caribu!
And barbeque!
What, not good enough for you?I think you are wrong,
for I thought very long,
To come up with a word,
That sounded unheard
of, and didn't sound pretty,
but rather was ... um... (think, Laerod, think) ... clever?

(yes. "Witty" is the obvious choice =P)

Emo means Goth poetry, does it not?
Don't you EVER say emo is like goth. They're ENTIRELY different. Besides, goths write MUCH better poetry than emos.

I think you are wrong,
for I thought very long,
To come up with a word,
That sounded unheard
of, and didn't sound pretty,
but rather was ... um... (think, Laerod, think) ... clever?

(yes. "Witty" is the obvious choice =P)

Well, I never!
:p
Who'da thunk it?
So much wit!
You're not a twit
You're da shit!
Don't like it?
Alright, I'll quit.

Its out there

Jesus was born
From mary and the infernal satan
spreading lies.
and death and destruction
making people vote for bush.

:cool:

Well, I never!
:p
Who'da thunk it?
So much wit!
You're not a twit
You're da shit!
Don't like it?
Alright, I'll quit.Aw, that's too bad...
It makes me sad. :(

Its out there

Jesus was born
From mary and the infernal satan
spreading lies.
and death and destruction
making people vote for bush.

:cool:
:fluffle:

Aw, that's too bad...
It makes me sad. :(
gahh the rhymes

Aw, that's too bad...
It makes me sad. :(
Of this I'm not glad,
Be happy, my lad.

making people vote for bush.

:cool:
:p


Aw, that's too bad...
It makes me sad. :(

Forgive the sinner
I just had to make dinner
Now I eat pizza -
Ever been to Nizza? (well, it works in German, so there)

I think we should try
To make people cry
By making this poem
So bad it'll throw 'em!

If this doesn't do it -
Well, then screw it!

*bows*

Forgive the sinner
I just had to make dinner
Now I eat pizza -
Ever been to Nizza? (well, it works in German, so there)Pizza is nice,
but "Nizza" is "Nice",
One rhymes with "slice",
The other on "fleece".

I think we should try
To make people cry
By making this poem
So bad it'll throw 'em!

If this doesn't do it -
Well, then screw it!

*bows*You're wicked, you're cruel,
It makes me smile :)
I think their torture
Will go on for a while :D

Pizza is nice,
but "Nizza" is "Nice",
One rhymes with "slice",
The other on "fleece".

You're wicked, you're cruel,
It makes me smile :)
I think their torture
Will go on for a while :D

"Torture" with "Cruel"?
Darling, that's bad.
Not like E. Annie Proulx,
Much rather like MAD.
This has to get better
Or it will be deleted
Or pushed in the spam bin -
A worse fate could not meet it! :eek:


Seriously, how awesome am I for rhyming Proulx with cruel? Yes, that's what I thought. :cool:

Ah, sweet tequila,
how I love thee;
Enshrined in new
bottle so lovely.

Ah, sweet tequila,
how I drink thee;
Swimming in my
throat and tummy.

"Torture" with "Cruel"?
Darling, that's bad.
Not like E. Annie Proulx,
Much rather like MAD.
This has to get better
Or it will be deleted
Or pushed in the spam bin -
A worse fate could not meet it! :eek:


Seriously, how awesome am I for rhyming Proulx with cruel? Yes, that's what I thought. :cool:
It wasn't that bad,
although bad it did seem,
for I really just had
an ABCB rhyme-scheme.

But enough of all that,
Beware what you speak!
This talk of deletion
it makes me go :eek:

And yes "darling dear",
rhyming with Proulx
was indeed very witty
and awfully :cool:

Is this thread hijacked?
It's purpose abused?
Please answer my questions,
For I am :confused:

To end my attempt
at an innocent scuffle
I'll finish this up
with a warm hearted :upyours:

(Fuck- I pressed the wrong button!
I really meant :fluffle:!!!!)

It wasn't that bad,
although bad it did seem,
for I really just had
an ABCB rhyme-scheme.

But enough of all that,
Beware what you speak!
This talk of deletion
it makes me go :eek:

And yes "darling dear",
rhyming with Proulx
was indeed very witty
and awfully :cool:

Is this thread hijacked?
It's purpose abused?
Please answer my questions,
For I am :confused:

To end my attempt
at an innocent scuffle
I'll finish this up
with a warm hearted :upyours:

(Fuck- I pressed the wrong button!
I really meant :fluffle:!!!!)

My hat goes off to you, sir. *bows*

My hat goes off to you, sir. *bows*Thankyou. I think I'll call it a night, though. ;)

It wasn't that bad,
although bad it did seem,
for I really just had
an ABCB rhyme-scheme.

But enough of all that,
Beware what you speak!
This talk of deletion
it makes me go :eek:

And yes "darling dear",
rhyming with Proulx
was indeed very witty
and awfully :cool:

Is this thread hijacked?
It's purpose abused?
Please answer my questions,
For I am :confused:

To end my attempt
at an innocent scuffle
I'll finish this up
with a warm hearted :upyours:

(Fuck- I pressed the wrong button!
I really meant :fluffle:!!!!)


http://www.freesmileys.org/emo/happy081.gif


Oh my God, that is brilliant! I'm laughing so hard, I have trouble typing.

Sir, you totally, completely, absolutely win this thread.

I won't even attempt to say anything more, it would only spoil the perfection.

ETA: Oh, what would I give to be able to sig this. *sigh*

ETA: Oh, what would I give to be able to sig this. *sigh*
You could link to it :)

You could link to it :)
Heh, just thought of that, too.:) Still thinking about the most elegant way to do it, though, without cluttering up my sig. Maybe I'll just make a link out of that sentence in pink - wouldn't make any sense whatsoever, but that would just be the beauty of it. =)

The pulse, the beat, of love by moonlit seas,
Of flesh on flesh, as skin slaps skin, they wax.
As sweat drips, chests heave, fear melts, lovers tease,
The sense of release washes over acts.
With time and rest their souls restore anew
While bathing in the afterglow of heat.
Serenity has revealed something true,
Of passions blooming all along the street.
They flee to homes detached by miles
T’recant their tale of sensuality
And count the days till next they meet with smiles,
But sad to find only reality
So friends take heed of lovers turn`ed lost
And don’t have sex with friends and end up tossed



mmm...shitty sonnets.

1:30 AM is way to late (early?) to be thinking in iambic pentameter

http://www.freesmileys.org/emo/happy081.gif


Oh my God, that is brilliant! I'm laughing so hard, I have trouble typing.

Sir, you totally, completely, absolutely win this thread.

I won't even attempt to say anything more, it would only spoil the perfection.

ETA: Oh, what would I give to be able to sig this. *sigh*
*sigh** it had to be the only post I ever actually use the upyours thingy in that becomes sigworthy. :D

Emo means Goth poetry, does it not?

Goth poetry means goth poetry, you tit.

Emo =/= goth.

MTV finished raping goth 10 years ago, now it's emo's turn.

:(

Hmm, a shitty sonnet, then.

From his death bed he will yet rule midnight
Unearthly scourge of the mortal beneath
His chains tossed aside and a vengeance brews
Victims scream as he cackles in delight
Their final sight is his razor sharp teeth
Corpses littered covered in wet morning dew
Cries for help cannot break solemn silence
Duty done, the black prince ends his violence

Ashes rain down upon the new daylight
Withered trees stand proof of Hell's wicked blight
The survivors try to begin anew
Yet their lives remain forever askew


(screw convention)


LOL :p. I'm not quite sold on the hat/lap and watching/coughing rhyming going on there, though. And it's Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein, goddammit!

You're not meant to be. That's uh...poetic effect.

Nah. Lichtenstein is an imaginary country ruled by ten undead German wizards. Who eat tuna. *nods*

The pulse, the beat, of love by moonlit seas,
Of flesh on flesh, as skin slaps skin, they wax.
As sweat drips, chests heave, fear melts, lovers tease,
The sense of release washes over acts.
With time and rest their souls restore anew
While bathing in the afterglow of heat.
Serenity has revealed something true,
Of passions blooming all along the street.
They flee to homes detached by miles
T’recant their tale of sensuality
And count the days till next they meet with smiles,
But sad to find only reality
So friends take heed of lovers turn`ed lost
And don’t have sex with friends and end up tossed

Whoa.

Look, if you ever want to publish, I found the perfect cover (http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0060798599/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-1402451-9328614#reader-link). :D (yeah, not really perfect, but I couldn't for the life of me find one with a beach. And believe me, I looked. *shudder*)


*sigh** it had to be the only post I ever actually use the upyours thingy in that becomes sigworthy. :D Heh, sorry. :p


You're not meant to be. That's uh...poetic effect.

Nah. Lichtenstein is an imaginary country ruled by ten undead German wizards. Who eat tuna. *nods*
Sure, sure. *pats*

A Sunken heart
a wasted breath
I'll thrust my sword
until your death
Beware oh nieve
My sword be true
you may be brave
But i'll run you through!

Yaarghh!

what does with rhytm rhyme
rheumy rhetoric
chittery chipping chime
choppy 'n plethoric

Yo Mo Fo you be'n trippen, word!

Heh, sorry. :p
Isn't your fault ;)

This is just a bit by anonymous that I think's pretty funny... but I'll put up some of my own in a min. This was written in ancient Greece.

They wear their bangles on their arms
I wear my bracelets on my ankles
they say, "Mustn't do that"
I do as I damn well please.

One
single solitary
breath of life
a soft, gentle breeze
feel it flow through you
feel it grow within your soul
let it rush by and blow away
then reel it slowly back again
pull it slowly to you
let it come within
breath of life
giving life
once