Poetry Thread
 

Ok, If we're going to write poems for forum members, I'm posting the one that I wrote for Dustin 4 years ago (of all the poems I've written, it's still my favorite) :

Dark Angel

Out of the deepest darkness,
A magnificent creature appeared,
He approached through swirling gray mist,
Awakening my curiosity and fear

I stood still, watching and waiting,
Pondering his malevolent intentions,
Intrigued and nervously anticipating,
The revelation of this dark apparition

Slowly and silently, he came to me,
As black clouds swiftly crossed the sky,
Soft echoes whispered, "Eternity",
All around me, and inside my mind

Confusion overwhelmed me,
Was this a nightmare or a dream?
I was unable to think clearly,
Should I sigh or should I scream?

Soon he was in front of me,
I was able to look into his eyes,
They were black, but not empty,
My reflection was inside

Slowly, he spread his huge, black wings,
Raising them high into the night sky,
In his chest, something red, and glowing,
Was the only part of him that seemed alive

In the darkness, its brilliance nearly made me blind,
I thought that it may have been blood or fire,
With a black twisted claw, he reached inside,
As if he knew, what my mind had inquired

He removed the object, without a word being spoken,
It was so bright that I could see, what I couldn't see before,
That this amazingly powerful being was broken,
A beautiful face, filled with pain, Impressive wings tattered and torn

Without ever speaking, he made me understand,
Everything suddenly became clear in my mind,
As he placed his still-beating heart in my hands,
I knew that this dark angel, was forever mine

*ahem*

Not long ago, but far away
On a dark and dreary day
This is where my horrid tale begins

If my pen dictates it right
You'll turn pale and die of fright
Or ridicule my writing; it depends

In a shack gone dank with dust
Metal siding aged with rust
And evil symbols carved into the door

Underneath a pregnant sky
Through which howling wolves shrill cried
A robed and cackling figure crossed the floor

Erwin Twystye was his name
An inbred doctor of no fame
Unlike his dad, with whom he was no match

His father, 'neath incestuous swoon
Produced a son that was a loon
Who studied pouring whiskey down his hatch

Twystye now away did slink
Towards the porcelain kitchen sink
And started mixing regents in a flurry

Everything he had he threw
Into his primordial stew
While drinking gin until his voice grew slurry

Cracks of lighting smote the ground
As Twyste cackled, leapt and bound
And staggered in a drunken swaying motion

Amongst the dank and molded mess
The Dr. finally found success
In brewing up a secret Goblin Potion

WOW *applauds*

That was seriously, SERIOUSLY good :)

Flayed,you have talent!That is really good;)

Many good poets here
bloodrayne,festered and flayed
but despare has you all beat
his poetry is well played

There once was a fellow O'Doole
Who found little red spots on his tool
His Doctor a cynic
said Get out of me clinic,
And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

There once was an old man named newb
Who many folks thought was a rube
said he 'Tis not true!
I could talk at age 2
Were my lips not attached to a boob!'

My geeky senses are tingling with veritable glee.

Marley - You need to be around more often. This thread was awesome.
Festered - You're one of my favorite new people. The poems were fantastic (in terms of actual content and theme, while I appreciate this poetic ribbing, I'm definitely siding with you here), though I have to admit that I took sheer joy out of the punny "poet" names.
Despare - You always make me giggle.
Rayne - That poem for Dustin... Just proves that you guys are perfect for each other. :D I liked it a lot, actually (he's a very lucky guy).
Flayed - Who knew you were a poet? :p

It's actually really refreshing to be around people who not only know five dollar words, know how to use them, but can rhyme them as well (THAT'S talent).

And Newb...
That's... Just... Pure genius.

ODE TO SQUIRRELISHNESS

Squeaking, screeching thing from hell,
How do you do your thing so well?
Tail ashiver in the cold night air,
Buck teeth shining in the moon's cold glare.

Guess it's my turn.

This is my night.
A night of unknown creatures
Lurking in the shadows,
And darkness the monarch.
For one night at least.

This is my time.
The time between times.
And those who journey forth
See things others cannot.
For a while, at least.

Dark figures do battle
In the eternal war
Greater than humankind
Would ever dare to dream.
I am one who fights.
Awake to the war
Most have no inkling of.

These are my friends.
The few who feel the same as I.
Alive for a night,
And merely watching other nights pass by.

This is my feeling
On the Hallowed Eve.
Each time it touches Earth,
I live again.


http://www.neverendingwonder.com/time.txt

Neverending,you are talented too.You guys all should go donate sperm,could get some pretty smart kids:D

i had to edit myself about 12 times on this one.

best not to say anything.

must not type

This one reaches me on some strange, unknown level...I can't even explain it...I love the images I saw in my head when I read it, too

Extremely well-done :)

I had some pretty weird images in my head too,it has such a dark feel to it.I really like it:)

Many years ago,
nobody would have known,
that this girl would be born,
who would totally pwn.

Her mind is great,
her eyes are dark,
her husband's cool,
she has left her mark,

She came to this place,
Being far from insane,
Who do I speak of,
Our magnificent Rayne!



I got more. Tune in next week for...CHRONO!

NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*round two*

"I think my bladders acting up
I shall then forthwith Drain the pup"
Said he, and strained to navigate his space

Turning round and round he went
Till equilibrium was spent
And had no choice but need to plant his face

Twystyes' roommate wandered in
Stoned on weed and drunk as sin
And drank the potion down ‘til it was gone

Unbeknownst, he’d sealed the doom
Of his friend in the next room
And Dr. Twystye, passed out on the john

As he sat next to his friend
Mild twitching settled in
Twisting lips into a horrid frown

She put her hand up to his head
“You don’t look so good,” she said
“I think perhaps that you should go lie down.”

Then his face started contorting
In a rage, he starting snorting
As drool ran down betwixt his lips in streams

He’d turned into a horrid beast!
A goblin bent on human feast
Which made his friend spill shrill, bloodcurdling screams

Then, like she was so much pork
He stabbed her with a kitchen fork
And cast his former friend upon the floor

The goblin pounded, ripped and clawed
Tore and rended, gnashed and gnawed
Until the girl was just a pile of gore

Twystye then awoke and rushed
Away before he’d even flushed
To save the maiden from her sad demise

Alas! For her it was to late
The goblin feasted on her pate
Her carcass was already gathering flies

Twystye tried to run away
Unfortunate, to his dismay
The goblin took him down without a fight

From his head down to his feet
The goblin stripped of all the meat
His skeletal remains were pearly white.

Flayed,i like it:D

Thanks, hon. It's a very sloppy WIP right now, I'm afraid. One day I'll turn it into an illustrated childrens novel, I swear:D

Before you ask, WIP = Work In Progress.

hahaha

in context, this, for whatever reason, is the funniest thing i've read all day.

excellent work, ne.
perfect reading for the season!

holy smokes, flayed! i was thinking the exact same thing reading your poems:
"this would make a really good illustrated story."
seriously, if you ever get it made, be sure to let me know cause i'm buying one.

speaking of books, i'm thinking we could throw all of these poems (plus all of marley's others, of course) together and make a "poetry of HDC" book (hey, it even rhymes!)

Thanks, Doc. That means a lot coming from a published writer. I'm very lethargic in submitting my material, and I get down on myself for it. I have a story hanging around down in the Horror Fiction section which I wrote to submit. I ended up only submitting it once, and I have no excuse but laziness. What I really need is a fire under my ass because I haven't been paid or won anything for writing in almost ten years.

That one you just posted has been around for a while hasn't it?

Fortunato is not Doc, and to my best of knowledge, is not a published writer- though he might be.

Do you mean the poems, or the story "I Love You?"

Wow. I guess I'm more tired than I thought tonight. Sorry fort & doc for the confusion. It still means a lot to me that an articulate member such as fortunato says those kind of things about my work.:o

The Twystyes one, but I did a search and found my answer.


Flayed and Eaten

Childrens book (demented) - 04-21-2006, 07:22 AM
Dr. Twystye's Secret Goblin Potion

Yeah, it's actually went through constant updates for almost eight years. I never seem to be able to find an artist who is willing to commit, so like Xanadu, my work remains unfinished, possibly for eternity.:o

Drawing for dummies?
MissMacabre?


I hope I can buy it for kids I hope to have someday.

I'd work with MM in a heartbeat, if she was interested.

And Despare, you wouldn't need to buy a copy. I'd send you a signed one for free.

haha, no, i'm certainly not a published writer.

haha, no problem, bud. actually i'd have to say it's an honor to be confused with a published writer. :D
regarding your work, i've sent you a message.

here's a nice poem

Babies are my soup base, dark boys make it spicy.
Babies are my soup base, a white one will do nicely.
My secret ingredient is here to stay
so all your little babies better crawl away
Babies are my soup base, the ribcage is my top hat
Babies are my soup base, I'd like to see ya top that

that's my girl..


the daughter i always wish i had

:D

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
thats awesome... 'giggles'

As well it should. I'm cool with your mistake, because I get a nickel every time someone says my name. I think...I should read those contracts closer.

We dare not even speak his name, lest he see into our wallets!

Apparently not, as somehow they were accidently omitted.

I'd like to talk more, but I'm reading this thread right now. http://www.horror.com/forum/showthread.php?t=37025

Is this what was the ignore thread? I'm confused.

CHRONOGRL

Who knows what life would be like,
If a clam had no pearl,
Who wants to know what life would be like,
If we had no Chronogrl!

It would be like the sea without any fish,
Like the sky without any birds,
It would be like a hair in your favourite dish,
Like a book without any words.

It would be like a plant without any flower,
Like a Bee without any honey,
It would be like sweet without any sour,
Like a joke that just wasn't funny.

It would be like music without any tune,
like Star without any Buck,
It would be like the Earth without any Moon,
Wow, that would really suck!

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Headless:

It's hard to eat bread
If you don't have a head.

WELL DONE ........WELL DONE....BRAVO

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