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bacon is too.
poems are hard,
bacon.

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This thread needs a revival. Someone post me a poem please. I hate to see this thread die.

Quote from: DJAlphaWolf on November 03, 2012, 06:54:57 PM
This thread needs a revival. Someone post me a poem please. I hate to see this thread die.

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

-John Masefield

DJ made me do it

Some peeps on mumble were posting poems and I remembered this old thread.

I am necroing it to allow you opticrafters to enjoy some quality poetry....

And so, I turn it over to my poet friends...share with us your visions and image of whatever you wrote about!

My take on human existence. enjoy!

Forgotten.

Fuck this life,
And fuck the free world,
Our life has turned in to an abomination,
We are nothing,
We are worthless,
What's left in this world but shit,
Is it only I who can see what happens to you all,
As you are subdued in to thinking you're all correct,
The human race is melting as we speak,
Leave us now before we reach the peak,
The peak of mankind,
It stands in the path of the tornado,
If I were you I'd run and hide,
because a beautiful darkness has arrived.
We currupted ourselves,
We blame it on eachother,
Leave us be you rath of fuck.
If you could see yourselves standing,
looking in the mirror,
Only to be seen as satan,
Perhaps it is time we were all taken,
Taken to a place where evil is spread,
This is our fucking wasteland,
These drones of hell will rid the smell of putrid human failure.
But we are already dead,
We are forgotten,
What doesn't kill you,
Makes you a victim of eternal torture.

So. I be one of those peeps ^_^ I wanted to share some poetry with DJ, and he liked it, so...well here goes

A Touch of Gold:

A hint of red,
A touch of gold,
The warmer days relinquish hold.
What learns to live
Must learn to die,
For winter comes,
And that's no lie.
The leaves will fall,
The grass will burn,
For winter's grasp can be quite stern.
The woodland creatures go to ground,
Now not a whisker will be found.
Gorgeous crystals,
Stunning nights,
Secret lovelies don't like lights.
So when the sun does rest its head,
And fur-red creatures go to bed,
The fae can finally have their fun,
Once all the summer work is done.
The Little Folk will sing and dance,
And princesses will twirl and prance.
But once the sunlight casts its glow,
The fun is over!
Time to go.
They'll dance, and prance,
And laugh, and sing,
As seasons loop eternal rings.
They teach the young,
And soothe the old;
A hint of life,
A touch of gold.

And here's just one more for this post. I'll wait for some other peeps to post before I post more so I don't make monster-long posts >.>

Rejoice:

Rejoice, my friends, the King is dead!
The crown is taken from his head.
No longer shall you toil and dread,
While the King lays in his bed.
The love he claimed he felt for you
Was all a lie; I believed him too.
But now, ye rest, sons young and old.
You let me worry about the gold
That buys your wheat, your corn, your feed,
And which you spend on dark, warm mead.
I'll fight, I'll toil, I'll work, I'll bleed
So you have strength to sow your seed.
Much time has passed, your Lords and Dames,
I have but just learned all your names.
You claim to love me, then ask for more;
Why do you knock upon my door?
My body aches, now old and sore;
You all just ask me: more, more, more!
My hair is white, my bones are old;
I've let you spent all of the gold.
Now as I cower behind my throne,
I hear the great, wood draw bridge groan.
I quake in fear;
Do I dare peer
Behind the throne to watch you leer
At me, my son, you loved me not!
Your wild ambition boils hot.
I fought, I toiled, I worked, I bled;
And in return, remove my head.
My laws must have displeased you, son,
Your freedom, you have finally won.
Rejoice, my friends, the King is dead;
The crown is taken from his head.