Author Topic: Blockheads can into of poems. (Read 832 times)

Swat 3 · October 15, 2014, 08:51:40 PM

As a child,
I was very note
On the wild,
Song of the boat

The song of the boat,
Was my light of hope
It was what kept my afloat
On this river of dope

make poems

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Katadeus · October 15, 2014, 09:00:26 PM

I go tryhard on poetry

Disembark
Noah's Ark
Stay ashore
Awhile more
Leave behind
Troubled mind
Water's crossed
Ocean tossed
You to land

the side of it is a wave shape lol

Maxwell. · October 15, 2014, 09:01:57 PM

ur gay
im not
this day
was hot

kidplasma · October 15, 2014, 09:02:22 PM

Long ago, I joined the forums, in hope of happiness and fun
And for a long time the forums, in my bookmarks they were number one
I spent a long time on them, reading every page and board
I never got tired of them, never did I get bored!
Slowly and slowly my reputation fell
People told me to go to hell
My life falling, piece by piece
I was wondering whenever this'd cease
I put up with it for such a long time
Checking new posts on a dime
Never cared much for those who put me down
And had me falling to the ground
They say I don't change, oh how wrong they are
I tried my best to be different, but the solution was far
I made apology after apology, in hope of some forgiveness
And all of them just turned into a big mess
The issue continued, for a long time did it last
But people kept insulting me very fast
I tried to stop me ways, could I? I could not
People tried to program me like a robot
Nobody did understand me
They just could never see
But now, I leave my bad past behind
No longer am I all that blind
I'll stop it all, and see how it works out
Will the plan fail, I highly doubt
I'll stop using BLF, happy the forumers will be
That I am gone forever, and they'll all celebrate with glee
I'll continue posting in the help board, for problems I can't fix
But in the other boards, I'll stay away, they'll barely have my clicks
I'll continue playing the game, every now and then
And I'll ignore those who try to put me down, again and again.
If you see me, drop by and maybe say hello
I'll respond with a nice, "hi, friend"
And the forums can return to what they were like
All the way back then

i'm not gonna delete it nal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmbx-rZQ-Dk&feature=youtu.be

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Katadeus · October 15, 2014, 09:03:47 PM

oh god plasma

hodot · October 15, 2014, 09:04:32 PM

i wrote a poem once

one second she�s there, hair flowing like a stream
you�re so happy, you could just scream
your subconscious takes over, takes the reins
carelessly, thoughtlessly raising cane
then you look around, see that they�re lost
you start to realize, waiting has a cost
you feel your spirit going down the back of your neck,
feel irritated, like a bird has started to peck
at the back of your mind, releasing the sorrow
you won�t get to hear her voice tomorrow

thank you i tried

Car Selling Pyro · October 15, 2014, 09:07:05 PM

sure im white in ya sight
but im black in my sack
and if ya say otherwise
ya gonna get bitchslapped

hodot · October 15, 2014, 09:07:44 PM

actually no, you guys havent seen the full extent of my poetic skills

http://forum.blockland.us/index.php?topic=230496.0

Katadeus · October 15, 2014, 09:17:44 PM

Try to minimize the amount of overflow of ideas between lines
Pay close attention to meter
oh and
please
don't choose words because they rhyme
plan ideas ahead of time and then spend the time to work the words around them
if it doesn't work, don't force it
find a new direction to approach from without sacrificing the integrity of what you're trying to say or the fluidity of the phrase
Poetry must be written with the understanding that somebody might want to read it out loud

Don't use the word quite. It's useless and meaningless. The syllable it affords you is not worth the distraction from the content. This goes for a lot of filler phrasing.
Find another way to fill that syllable.

Bomberguy · October 15, 2014, 09:18:29 PM

assgrab
bassgrab

Swat 3 · October 15, 2014, 09:19:16 PM

should have made that into a poem, katadeus,,,,,,,,,,

blockguy� · October 15, 2014, 09:19:44 PM

the mondays cant count
watch those forgeters run real fast
shoot them in the back

haiku

Bomberguy · October 15, 2014, 09:20:20 PM

Quote from: Swat 3 on October 15, 2014, 09:19:16 PM

should have made that into a poem, katadeus,,,,,,,,,,

that is a poem

Katadeus · October 15, 2014, 09:30:02 PM

Quote from: Swat 3 on October 15, 2014, 09:19:16 PM

should have made that into a poem, katadeus,,,,,,,,,,

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE

Attempt to minimize the times
That simple concepts straddle lines
Meter is a sacrament
That is better off not bent
Please don't choose your words to rhyme
Plan ideas ahead of time
Once you have a plan in place
Find the words to fill the space
If you cannot find a fit
Don't attempt to wrestle it
Simply re-evaluate;
Never is the hour too late
While you're at it, please avoid
Words with meaning null and void
After that, just keep in mind
Poetry must be designed
To be spoken, to be heard
So to honor every word.

the hacker · October 15, 2014, 09:34:18 PM

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over the volume of the news about a superhero war
While I sat there, quietly laughing, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone smashing, smashing at the handle of my penthouse door
`'Tis an assassin,' I muttered, `smashing down my penthouse door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Breaking through the wood threshold, a gun on my table, I enfold
Trained in the past from my Vietnam superhero corps
Only realizing I just incisioned a hole in my television
I'm pushed into a wall and nearly collapse to the floor
I try to fight back, he slams me into the wall once more
This will be a heretofore

Then his ebony cloak beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy skill be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient hitman wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me who sent you to my penthouse and what he's doing this for!'
I'm punched with the force of Thor

The painful swing of this dark cloaked foe has caused my legs to throe
I fall back down, attempting to recover on all fours
While trying to avoid a permanent kip, I lift my hand and wipe my lip
Standing up despite my visible and disabling hoar
I throw a punch, knocking a slow globe off my sturdy drawer
Across the room I soar

This I laid engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the man whose painful hits now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I was pulled up bleeding, the corners of my mouth receeding
I smile, shaking my head, not caring about my life anymore
"It's all a joke" I say, my skin turning red and sore
My face drips with blood and gore

With a lift I recline and embrace my inevitable fate
Through the shattering glass I gracefully sore
Falling at a terminal speed, my mouth continues to bleed
All the way to the very first and foremost floor
I lie on the sidewalk, smiling and completely done for
A plot device, and nothing more

This poem is called "the Comedian" and is written by Edgar Allen Moore.