A poetry challenge...

[angellous_evangellous]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.

Any interest?

 

[doppelganger]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.

Any interest?

Sure. I'd be glad to help your poetry look good by comparison.

 

[No*s]

Maybe, but I'd have to tap into the right half of my brain, and I don't do well at that.

 

[Mr. Hair]

This definitely sounds like something I'd like to do. I've always wanted to get back into writing poetry, and a way that includes near-instant online gratification sounds like a fine way to me.

 

[whereismynotecard]

can they be short, silly poems??

 

[stacey bo bacey]

I'd like to do it...I suck at poetry, though. Maybe this will make me better!

 

[Father Heathen]

Here is some of my poetry, most of it is very ancient and very corny and all around very bad. Most of it was written when I was depressed, angry and/or drunk.

 

[Father Heathen]

Here is some of my poetry, most of it is very ancient and very corny and all around very bad. Most of it was written when I was depressed, angry and/or drunk.

Aw, come on. It's not that bad, is it?

 

[Heneni]

Aw, come on. It's not that bad, is it?

Talking to yourself? HE HE....

It really is pretty good. I liked most of it.

Heneni

 

[3.14]

o when i look at you, your totally wasted
when in look at you your totally drunk
when i tell how much you've been drinking you can't believe how low you've sunk

made it a while back to help a friend kick his alcohol habit

 

[Mister Emu]

I'm in... I haven't written any poetry in a while, so I'd like to get back into it...

 

[life.is.ravishing]

o when i look at you, your totally wasted
when in look at you your totally drunk
when i tell how much you've been drinking you can't believe how low you've sunk

Haha, amazing.

I looove poetry. Can't find any of mine right now... hmmm...

I was on Religious Forums,
Reading an awesome thread,
To which I gave a speedy reply,
Of a poem, straight out of my head!

Was it superb? Oh goodness no,
It was thrown together so fast.
And while this may be my first poem here,
It surely will not be my last.

Haha. It's late. I should sleep.

 

[Watchmen]

sure.

 

[whereismynotecard]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This is the tale of a man named Gail.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But he wasn't a man;[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He was a mere snail.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Should have we assumed he hadn't feelings?[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]When he slithered and slimed[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Across all our ceilings?[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Gail made a mess, sticky and wet.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We laughed and cried “gross!”[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The farther he'd get.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As we joked and jested at his expense,[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]His demeanor remained so calm and content.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Had we looked at him further, might have we seen,[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The shine of a tear on his countenance?[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Perhaps if we had known how Gail would feel,[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We wouldn't have joked [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]At all this ordeal.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The last time I saw 'O Gail the snail...[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He was sliming his way all over my mail![/FONT]
“[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Gail, would you please?” I pleaded alright,[/FONT]
“[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]leave my letters alone, just for tonight?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But Gail wouldn't have it, and said with a smirk,[/FONT]
“[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This is what you get for being a jerk.”[/FONT]


~By Hannah.

The moral: Don't make fun of people, or they'll slime up your mail.

 

[whereismynotecard]

On the top of my desk,
In a papery cup
Sits a blueberry muffin
Half right side up.

How I'd like to munch it
With juice as a drink
Eat it as I sit;
I'd sit and I'd think.

I could think about anything
Anything at all
I'd think of my parents
So short and so tall
Might I think of a muffin,
Not blueberry at all?

I've had a muffin
With a banana-ish taste
I ate the whole thing,
Not wanting to waste.

Now I'm left to choose
Something right now
Which flavour to use,
For muffins, Oh wow!

If I were to make it,
A muffin today,
It would be banana,
Oh Hooray!!

 

[Sunstone]

Maybe, Angellous. I might not be able to keep up -- it can take me weeks to carve a poem out of my cold, frozen soul and then polish to where I dare show it's form to the world.

 

[S-word]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.

Any interest?

It seemed the rain would never stop
The house was flooded and there on top
Of the highest peak that you could see
With waters raging round his knees
Stood a man of faith and as waters swirled
Around his legs there came a girl --rowing by
In a wooden boat and she gave a cry
Hop in you poor wet soaking man
And I'll get you up onto higher ground
But he looked at her and shook his head
Then his eyes turned heavenward and he said
"To God and God alone I've prayed
And by God alone will I be saved."
An hour went by, it was cold and wet
And by then the waters had reached his neck
When somewhere---From out the blue
Came a motor boat with its rescue crew
But the man refused their offer to save
And the same reply to them he gave
"To God and God alone I've prayed
And by God alone will I be saved"
Well pretty soon as the waters rose
The man was struggling to keep his nose
Above the waters rising brim
When up above--a voice called to him
He looked, a chopper hovered there
With a life line dangling in the air
"Slip the harness over your head
And we'll get you out" the piolet said
But again he refused, his faith held firm
When would these people ever learn
Spitting water and gasping for breath
He yelled to the piolet, "In God is my faith
Go help some sinner if you feel that you must
But God is my saviour, in God is my trust."
Well the story's not ended, but his life surely was
And as he passed through the gates of heaven above
His anger was blazing and there at God's throne
He screamed at his Lord, "You let me drown
I've wasted my life putting faith in you
And others on earth might believe it's true
That you save the faiful, but I know it's a lie
Cos you sat here and watched this faithful man die.
Then a voice thundered out with a mighty boom
From the innermost sanctuary of the golden room
"I sent you two boats, and a chopper too
Just how much more did you expect me to do. S-word

 

[whereismynotecard]

Maybe, Angellous. I might not be able to keep up -- it can take me weeks to carve a poem out of my cold, frozen soul and then polish to where I dare show it's form to the world.

Why don't you just write some half-assed ones that take 5 minutes to write...?? That's the most fun kind to write.

 

[Sunstone]

That's the most fun kind to write.

Not the most fun for me.

 

[whereismynotecard]

Frodo Baggins is a weinery dog
He barks and complains
About a toad or a frog

He likes to much on all sorts of stuff
He munches on apples...
And chicken that's tough

Baggins likes to sleep at the end of my bed
Sometimes I wake up and he's under my head!

Does Baggins think he might be a pillow?
Or maybe a hat, sticking out like a billow?

He's the silliest weiner I ever did see
I love him and he loves me.