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Poetry Thread
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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 |
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That was seriously, SERIOUSLY good :) |
Flayed,you have talent!That is really good;)
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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... Quote:
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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 |
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