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PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 9:27 pm
by Valentine Z
Knees weakening,
Arms limping out,
Eyes shutting like shutters,
Heart beating slower,
That must mean one thing.

I am tired!
No, I am not tired of life, don't be crazy!
I just need a nap, a little nap! I made bad desicions sleeping at night!
Watch me take a 10-min nap, that will escalate to a 3-hour sleep!




Also, I think this is advertising,
And I think it is wack that you do it here.
Oh shoot, it's the NS fuzz!
I better make a run-away,
Before I end up trapped in a locked forum.

*I am not sure about the above, all right?
I am making up rhymes that are NS-related.
I never told them about it, just let them see this and sort it out.
Because I simply have no idea on whether this is legal!

This has been going on for too long,
And I have too much free time!
But at the end of the day,
Some of us are poem geeks,
Some of us are poem dislikers.
But whatever it is, let's keep it respectful!

PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 9:41 pm
by Rabukurafoto
The folks on the NationStates forum
Don't always adhere to decorum
Their wicked agendum:
"We'd rather offend 'em -
At least they can't say that we bore 'em."

PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 9:42 pm
by UniversalCommons
Advertise oh advertise
My eyes hurt
Commercial oh commercial
My ears hurt

This commercial is unpoetic poetry that does not funk
It is not poetry, it is unpoetry, I hate poetry because it is poetic
I do not write unpoetic funky poetry without rules

I am no poet and I know it
This definitely does show it
I know its not poetry

So throw it out. Let go of it.

PostPosted: Sat Sep 01, 2018 2:09 pm
by Nidon
Admiration is in the finest,
and my exclusive perspiration
of feelings in the fondest
with a slew of admiration,
is like a remnant aspect
of adaptation.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 6:51 pm
by Cosmopolitan borovan
When times are tough you stay true
That way you keep being you
Whenever you stray too far
You will fall below the bar

Causing much pain and stress
That will put you to the test
Until you come back to life
Causing abrupt strife

But a nasty voice says not so fast
Let's not be rash
I like it here, everything's fine
You can see my goals are mine

But what he did not hear
What was actually clear
Was the invisible voice near
That was yelling the opposite

PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 9:28 pm
by Big Jim P
I used to write poetry. I posted quite a bit on the original poets thread on the first forum. I haven't written in years though.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 10:54 pm
by Silver Commonwealth
Meh. I have tried to write poetry myself, but I almost always fail to make a meaningful poem, not even talking about rhymes.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 11:00 pm
by Sougra
I've written enough to make factbooks out of them, but I won't kid myself and say they're good, they're fine.

PostPosted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 11:45 am
by Nanatsu no Tsuki
I like reading them at times, as well as writing them. Although I haven't been writing much of late, aside from journaling.

PostPosted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 4:06 pm
by Nidon
thanks bing
雨が降ると
土砂降りだ
私は液滴を感知
私の体に落ちて、
各ドロップ
注ぐ。
ダウン。

PostPosted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 4:21 pm
by Roman Union
Sadness always keeps me on ground
But with that I do not bother
Because happiness is so close around
How close a sister is to a brother.

Sorry for the english, i´m brazilian xd

PostPosted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 11:36 pm
by Big Jim P
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:I like reading them at times, as well as writing them. Although I haven't been writing much of late, aside from journaling.


My problem is I can only write good poetry when I am sad or hurt. I haven't been either in a long time.

PostPosted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 11:46 pm
by Ihury
Hello, I write haiku.

They shall rest
On their twisted green laurels
And drown in temporal praise

...

Softly he spoke
But firmly did he wield
The rod that shattered our bones

...

He ravished himself,
Decorated in medals,
And broke the coffin.

...

See how these smells
Linger on afterwards;
The ghosts of a battlefield

...

Speak now, you fool
Lest the opportunity
Forsake us forever

...

Now it is a beast.
It can no longer hear us
Telling it to stop.

...

Long have we travelled,
But only now do I
Begin to find my way.


I also wrote a sestina once, but I don’t think it’s all that great.

How often do we, the adults, try to back
Our fantasies of when we could fly
Farther than our little eyes could see,
As if trying to remember the dream
That abandoned us, while we were still
Asleep, the bedsheet seams about to burst.

It’s like running up a slope, in a burst
Of sparks, sweat rolling down my back,
Collecting in a puddle that remains still
Even amidst the ripples of the fly
That so rudely interrupted the dream
Of the blind man trying so hard to see.

Even after so long, I cannot see
Why we reach for that elusive burst,
Despite the futility of that childish dream,
Always nagging at us to go back,
To remember the time when we could fly
Away from the bars of the unmoving still.

A most deluded aspiration, but still
There is merit in trying, you see,
Though the gossip will soon fly
That you, my friend, tried to burst
Into the room to which we can’t turn back,
A hallucinatory, Stalinesque pipe dream.

Yet even Stalin knew how to dream!
Feverish, paranoid fantasies that they still
Wanted to go after him, to get back
At the past, its arm not letting us see
Our own foibles, so packed as to burst
Open the ceiling of the sky to which we fly.

How we forget, then, that time too can fly
(Away from us, that is), like the dark dream
That evades us, searching in a burst
Of impermanent motivation, that still,
For all its shortcomings, allows us to see
Ourselves differently, if but from the back.

Now we cannot fly, and the skies are still.
We have lost the dream, but now we can see
How silly we were, to burst the seams down the back.

PostPosted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 11:49 pm
by Smoya
Where's the "no poetry whatsoever" option? :p

In reality, I appreciate both reading and creating poetry. I don't consider myself a skilled writer though, nor interpreter of poetry, but I enjoy it when I am able to understand it.

PostPosted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 11:51 pm
by Ihury
New Excalibus wrote:Roses are red,
Violets are Violet
Why do people keep saying
Freaking Cyka Blyat


Roses are red,
My house has a yard,
Иди на хуй, щас по ебалу получиш, сука блядь

An Irish Poet in Winter

PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 11:39 am
by US-SSR
Yeats
Skeats
With his meats.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 4:28 pm
by Nanatsu no Tsuki
Big Jim P wrote:
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:I like reading them at times, as well as writing them. Although I haven't been writing much of late, aside from journaling.


My problem is I can only write good poetry when I am sad or hurt. I haven't been either in a long time.


Believe it or not, I know a few people who can write poetry only when they feel torn, like you described. It's not uncommon. Maybe that's why I haven't written anything in such a long time. I have been quite content in some aspects of my life that were before the reason for me feeling so sad.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 4:30 pm
by Tandriheer
Big Jim P wrote:
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:I like reading them at times, as well as writing them. Although I haven't been writing much of late, aside from journaling.


My problem is I can only write good poetry when I am sad or hurt. I haven't been either in a long time.

*stabs you with a knife of pure sadness* There, you should be able to write some wonderful poetry now!

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:27 am
by Ruskland-Preuben
Ran Ran Ru!

When Ronald gets happy I always have to do this.
Come on everyone, join in! Here we go!
RAN RAN RUU!


Perfect!

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:28 am
by Ihury
Ruskland-Preuben wrote:Ran Ran Ru!

When Ronald gets happy I always have to do this.
Come on everyone, join in! Here we go!
RAN RAN RUU!


Perfect!


Still sounds better than Lang Leav.

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:30 am
by Correnia
There was a mouse
Named Ms. Krouse
Who wore a blouse
And had a house.

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:31 am
by Correnia
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:
Big Jim P wrote:
My problem is I can only write good poetry when I am sad or hurt. I haven't been either in a long time.


Believe it or not, I know a few people who can write poetry only when they feel torn, like you described. It's not uncommon. Maybe that's why I haven't written anything in such a long time. I have been quite content in some aspects of my life that were before the reason for me feeling so sad.

It's the same with me. I can only write good literature if I was distraught or discontent.

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 11:20 am
by Nanatsu no Tsuki
Ihury wrote:
Ruskland-Preuben wrote:Ran Ran Ru!

When Ronald gets happy I always have to do this.
Come on everyone, join in! Here we go!
RAN RAN RUU!


Perfect!


Still sounds better than Lang Leav.


My, Lang Leav. I used to dig her poetry. And then it was too depressing. The presentation she uses is nice, but she's too... I don't know, sadness inducing.

PostPosted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 6:01 pm
by Ihury
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:
Ihury wrote:
Still sounds better than Lang Leav.


My, Lang Leav. I used to dig her poetry. And then it was too depressing. The presentation she uses is nice, but she's too... I don't know, sadness inducing.


Personally, I feel like her poems are way too simplistic. Her poems have no nuance at all, and a lot of them read more like a contrived form of prose than actual poems. They just make you feel emo, but they don't make you think about why you feel emo.

PostPosted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 4:37 am
by Nanatsu no Tsuki
Ihury wrote:
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:
My, Lang Leav. I used to dig her poetry. And then it was too depressing. The presentation she uses is nice, but she's too... I don't know, sadness inducing.


Personally, I feel like her poems are way too simplistic. Her poems have no nuance at all, and a lot of them read more like a contrived form of prose than actual poems. They just make you feel emo, but they don't make you think about why you feel emo.


Agreed. Her poems do not promote introspection. But I must admit that I do find her presentation (the fonts she uses and the art used for her poems) nice. The poetry however? Eh.

Then again, unlike me, she's published so she must be appealing to some or must be doing something right to have the following she does.