Author Topic: Poetry  (Read 11631 times)

I come from the land of Blockland
It isn’t really a chore.
It is meant for playing
And not being a whore.

When you come to see me
And I say I am bored;
If you get in my way
You shall be knocked to the floor.

I usually build castles
Towers, huts, and things.
And sometimes
I even build fighting rings.

But sometimes I feel
Like the game could be greater.
So I leave
Only to come back five minutes later.

I probly shouldn’t be doing this
But seeing as I am
I might as well let you know,
I once fell off a beaver damn.

Well this is the end of my poem
I hope you like it a lot.
Oh, one more thing
My uncle got shot. :/

I come from the land of Blockland
It isn’t really a chore.
It is meant for playing
And not being a whore.

When you come to see me
And I say I am bored;
If you get in my way
You shall be knocked to the floor.

I usually build castles
Towers, huts, and things.
And sometimes
I even build fighting rings.

But sometimes I feel
Like the game could be greater.
So I leave
Only to come back five minutes later.

I probly shouldn’t be doing this
But seeing as I am
I might as well let you know,
I once fell off a beaver damn.

Well this is the end of my poem
I hope you like it a lot.
Oh, one more thing
My uncle got shot. :/

Its <tear wipe> the most Beautyful thing i ever <sniff> heard :*D





StarsBy Me, Menen

A
Lone
Star in
the night
Twinkles so
Bright in my eyes.
Like a show of lights.
Makes me Stare, unaware of time.
Many more appear, making Pictures
Called constalations. Dippers,
Lions and warriors. Then the Moon
Comes out too, making starts whine
Silver, Yellow, Gold. I see one Moving with tails of
Light
and falling from the sky.
Then the lights break over the mountains
As the Sun rises and the stars vanish, without being stolen.


Sorry it was suposed to look like a star D:



No one likes mine?

My heart is broken,
snapped in two.
My mind is clouded,
thinking of you.

I gave you my love,
then you left it astray.
Like a dog in the streets,
or a boat in the bay.

What did I do?
How can this be?
I guess I was blind,
but now I can see.

The love was not mutual.
The feelings weren't deep.
So now I am alone,
in a permanent sleep.

My heart is broken,
snapped in two.
My mind is clouded,
thinking of you.

I gave you my love,
then you left it astray.
Like a dog in the streets,
or a boat in the bay.

What did I do?
How can this be?
I guess I was blind,
but now I can see.

The love was not mutual.
The feelings weren't deep.
So now I am alone,
in a permanent sleep.
Can I have your autograph for the future

Can I have your autograph for the future
E-autograph: Mike

This is slightly therapeutic, I think I will write some more.


I will attempt

I AM AN EMO
I HATE LIFE
ITS ABOUT TO END
BECAUSE I HAVE NO WIFE

DOES IT MATTER THAT IM EMO
YES IT DOES
WHY DONT I CHANGE
JUST CUZ

I AM AN EMO
EMO
EMOOOOOOOO

I would try to make up a poem right now, I never made a poem before or never tried, but if I did I would probably suck at it :(

My heart is so light,
like a feather in space.
Always skips a beat,
when I see your face.

It might be bliss,
but I don't care.
Whenever I'm down,
you're always there.

You make me smile,
just from walking by.
And you make me sad,
whenever you cry.

The past may be dark,
but our future is bright.
So stay here,
and hold me through the night.

Free verse poetry (I think is the term)

Quote
It does not matter if you are looking in a puddle or a lake,
Your ability to see a reflection is dependent on the light.


But when that light is shining on it, you cannot see what lies beneath the surface.

What does the light do but mask the truth?

In the water, the light will only let you see reflections.

But in the darkness can you see what truely lies in the water? How deep it truely goes?

If you are in the water, you can see out, you can see the people looking at you,
whether or not the light is shining.


Is it better to be outside and blinded by the light and to see in the dark,
Or inside where you can see even in the light.


What about when you are outside, and you stumble your feet?
The dust rises, only to fall again.


In the water, when you stumble, the dust rises, but it does not fall.

It clouds your vision, whether you are in the dark or the light, you cannot see now.


But when the dust clears you can see into the water.

You can see how deep it goes, with or without light

Is it better to be outside of the waters, blinded by the light
aided by the dark,
free of the burdens of watching where you tread?

Or to be in the waters, able to see all
able to see how deep the water goes,
but unable to slip up or you will be completely blinded.


But why is it that the light blinds those outside of the waters?
What do you see in the lit waters, but yourself?

You can identify yourself from these waters in the light,
and recognize the waters themselves in the dark.


But in the waters you can see out or down all the time
You can always see regaurdless of light.


But when you slip, you cannot see anything,
and even when you don't slip, you can never see yourself.


Either can be bad, or it can be good,
but which would suit you better?
Which would suit me better?
Should I jump in the waters, or wait outside
and be subject to the winds who can blow a cloud away and blind me to all
to all but myself?
Should I wait outside, or dive into the waters
not knowing how long before I reach the bottom until the dust settles
then I can see all but myself...

Which is better?
I know it isnt that good but I just made it spur-of-the-moment a bit ago.