I will post some of my poetry for you too read if you wish.

He stands alone on a hill
His cloak as blue as the sea
His wings as black as the night sky
Violet hair swaying in the wind
Sunlight glinting off his twin Katanas.......
He is the Demon Lord of The Round Table

Schizotypal Half-Demon
Ruthless
Reckless
Rude
Unstable
Brutal
Antagonistic
Cold
Distant
Blasphemous
Heretical

Different.........

Uncaring
Undying

A blonde girl walks up to him as if to ask forgiveness for a terrible act
He smiles............
He wraps his wings around her and holds her tight
With a gentle kiss and a kind voice, He speaks Eleven Simple Words

"Don't Worry, Everything Is Going To Be All Right, My Love"

Quotes from me:

"I am an emotional wreck, I give love to all who want it, I cannot hate anyone close to me, I am too Forgiving, I am too nice for my own good, I fall for those I cannot have. Please Save Me From My Own Heart"

"Death? I am Death. I have died countless times. Kind of dull when you think of it. 'cept the illimitible pain"

RandOm profound quotes:

"Everyone dies. It's the final and only lasting justice. Evil exists; it is intelligence in the service of entropy. When the side of a mountain slides down to kill a village, this is not evil, for evil requires intent. Should a sentient being cause that landslide, there is evil; and requires Justice as a consequence, so that civilization can exist. There is no greater good than Justice, and only if law serves Justice is it good law. It is said correctly that law exists not for the Just but for the unjust, for the Just carry the law in their hearts, and do not need to call it from afar. I bow to no one and I give service only for cause."

"Reality doesn't care if you believe it."

"He who trusts no one cannot be trusted"

Good quotes:
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jerome
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jerome_K._Jerome

Again I click out of morbid curiosity, and again it meets my expectations. This is just as bad as all the crap other wannabe poets have posted here over the years, with the only difference being that this one has a very juvenile idea of what counts as profound.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
this thread is a piece of shit
and so are you

Everyone here is kind of mean...

Thanks. You're kind of a cunt, so hang around a while and we'll be glad to be mean to you.

Everyone here is kind of mean...

Well done on registering just to say that.

I liked "Enoch Arden" better :D

Quick to be defensive as well it seems. Are you two sad? I am sorry about that.

Gj, you've beaten the internet.

my poems are only shit

I lol'd.

I like the bit where the spaceship crashes and all the mutated monkeys escape

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~To Those Who Go To Heaven~

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Did Tom Cruise put you up to this? ;)

I stopped at the word "style." Kinda made my skin crawl.

Did Tom Cruise put you up to this? ;)

What you mean??????????

wow this forum is full of haters jeez. i thought it was decent.

LOL

yeah great post. you contribute lots.

Merely laughing at your stupidity, if somethings shit, people are obviously going to say so. Sorry this forum failed to live up to your expectations.

And you've been here for a few days, yet you're trying to tell me how well I contribuate?


LOL

^^ That's probably the most entertaining one in here :D

yeah well all ive seen you do here is talk shit. ive been here only a few days who cares. at least i have something good to say.


and just cause you or them say its shit dosnt make it.

you know drop it. i dont wana get on anyones bad side here so im going to stop this.

These poems are... not very good to say the least. They lack structure, no centralized themes, and are just not very good. I'd say read some poetry books and get a sense of rhyme scheme and rhythm.

yeah well all ive seen you do here is talk shit. ive been here only a few days who cares. at least i have something good to say.


and just cause you or them say its shit dosnt make it.

you know drop it. i dont wana get on anyones bad side here so im going to stop this.

Good idea.

:rolleyes:

your poems are not all that good i gotta say.

i see :(
My poems are shits or what?
At least are that, nevertheless, poems. . .

i see :(
My poems are shits or what?
At least are that, nevertheless, poems. . .

Don't get down on yourself, poetry takes a lot of work. As does any form of writing, you won't write a masterpiece in a day/week. Study up and keep at it.

All I wanted to do was to share a little bit of RandOm poetry and all i see are people who feel the need to judge. I didn't ask for a judge and only I can judge myself. If you can't shut your mouth and open your mind, then I cannot help you. I'd've liked to see other peoples short poems on here but many decide to bad mouth somebody they don't know. I do not judge people, and wish that I never have to. Last point is that poetry does not have to have structure or rhyme. It is merely free flowing thought. All I am is a wordsmith, I do not ask you to buy what I make. If you don't like it, don't read it.

When you post your poems on a place such as this, you should expect judgement, good or bad. And how the fuck are people supposed to know whether they like something or not without reading it?

All I am is a wordsmith, I do not ask you to buy what I make. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Oh Jesus fuck, is modesty an alien concept to you? Look, I am sure that somewhere, in planet Vogon, your ramblings would praised as fine art, but this is planet fucking Earth! In here, we do have standards regarding literature, and in this planet, we are not afraid to criticize.

Don't like it? Take a hike. Pseudo-creative hugbox divas like you have no place in a community like ours.

Look, I am sure that somewhere, in planet Vogon, your ramblings would praised as fine art, but this is planet fucking Earth!

For the record, Vogon poetry is only the *third* worst poetry in the galaxy...

...well, maybe fourth now.

I think if u were a really good poet u wouldn't be posting ur material here in the first place.

Next time run ur stuff past ur preschool teacher or ur mom or something first, especially if you are afraid of failure/disrespect from others.

All I wanted to do was to share a little bit of RandOm poetry and all i see are people who feel the need to judge. I didn't ask for a judge and only I can judge myself. If you can't shut your mouth and open your mind, then I cannot help you. I'd've liked to see other peoples short poems on here but many decide to bad mouth somebody they don't know. I do not judge people, and wish that I never have to. Last point is that poetry does not have to have structure or rhyme. It is merely free flowing thought. All I am is a wordsmith, I do not ask you to buy what I make. If you don't like it, don't read it.

www.poetry.com <<<<< :D

We are like frost flowers, We blossom at night. We are like frost flowers, too nicely for the day. We are like frost flowers, our power is Cold and black. Frost flowers blossom at night!

www.poetry.com <<<<< :D

That made me lol...

here are some poems they took me hours to write (i didn't just write random junk honest)

i shot an arrow in the air
where it landed i did not care
then i heard my neighbor swear
i think it landed over there

-)

oh baby when i see your face i cry because you are so ugly
oh baby when i hear you talk i cry because you are sounding like russian man in his forties who smokes a lot and has rasping cough
oh baby when i hear you sing i die because i would rather be dead woman you ugly i hate you

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this is a poem
about nothing
please don't read it
you are pretty dumb
(this doesn't even rhyme)

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teenage mutant ninja turtles heroes in a half shell turtle power
they're the world's most fearsome fighting team
gotta give them that jack
when the evil shredder attacks
he slices up the pizza pretty well they have a party leo likes the extra-cheese while don just kills splinter and assumes power with shredder and then kill the other three
turtle power

-e5tg==-\

this poem is better than yours
since i said so it must be true
so there is no point in going on
the end of this awesome poem

that is some supreme creativity you got there :D

thank you i spent 45 hours on each poem

Wow! That must mean you are a professional poet!

no it just means i have to learn to type faster

http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/022005/bad-poetry.gif

hahaha :D

Garamond those were seriously incredible

i shot an arrow in the air
where it landed i did not care
then i heard my neighbor swear
i think it landed over there

<3

I liked "this is a poem" it made me think....

All I wanted to do was to share a little bit of RandOm poetry and all i see are people who feel the need to judge. I didn't ask for a judge and only I can judge myself. If you can't shut your mouth and open your mind, then I cannot help you. I'd've liked to see other peoples short poems on here but many decide to bad mouth somebody they don't know. I do not judge people, and wish that I never have to. Last point is that poetry does not have to have structure or rhyme. It is merely free flowing thought. All I am is a wordsmith, I do not ask you to buy what I make. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Seriously? Don't post your shit if you don't want negative feedback.

FYI: I know I should have said it earlier

Be careful, Pacman!
Those bastard ghosts are nearby.
Woh woh woh woh woh.

Again I click out of morbid curiosity, and again it meets my expectations. This is just as bad as all the crap other wannabe poets have posted here over the years, with the only difference being that this one has a very juvenile idea of what counts as profound.

You hate almost all the poetry posted on ffshrine, so could you do me a favor and post some poetry that you like or have written. You seem to be quite the critic on poetry so I value your opinion.

I wrote this poem. It's called



Scary Bird

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Let be silent my heart,
Let every tear be dried in eyes
Let every memory be in some fameless corner
Let every word remain under lips
Let every thought be ceased in mind
Let every imagination be frozen in soul
Let every dream be faded in senses
Let be slept my heart
Let be buried beneath the ashes of
Unrequited, incomplete, depth & impactless
But unfathomable love of someone,
Someone very closed, faraway though!

*sigh*

Fella, I really don't have anything against you trying, but you're not good enough at speaking english to write anything worth reading. Please, for everyone's sake, give it up until you master the language.

It's like reading an Old English writer on OxyContin.

*sigh*

give it up until you master the language.

sure....

Finally!

He probably thought that meant:


"Well done, keep trying!"

gr8 stuff dude

I wanna be the very best
Like noone ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause
I will travel across the land
Searching far and wide
Each Pokemon to understand
The power that's inside

Pokemon!
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon!
Ooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon!
Our hearts so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon
Gotta catch 'em all!

Every challenge along the way
With courage I will face
I will battle every day
To claim my rightful place
Come with me, the time is right
There's no better team
Arm in arm we'll win the fight
It's always been our dream

Pokemon!
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon!
Ooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon!
Our hearts so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon
Gotta catch 'em all!

Man that could be a theme song or something. I loved it.