A New Era for BAD POETRY....

[RyanH]

The recent bombings have brought about an abundant amount of poems in the papers, here, and on the news.

Lesson. If you are going to write a poem, write a good one. Most of the one's out there now related to this tragedy suck.

Ryan.

 

[Kakdiesel]

werd

 

[Rex]

Ranger's poems are always good. His one about the Dear God, I Miss My Daddy had me bawling.

 

[RyanH]

Most American Poets suck with the exception of those deceased, such as Whitman, Elliot, and Stevens....

 

[Kakdiesel]

Edward Arlington Robinson..master of Irony in poems RyanH.

 

[Rex]

I like Arlington's one about the dude who everyone wanted to be, but at the end he shot himself.

 

[Kakdiesel]

I like Arlington's one about the dude who everyone wanted to be, but at the end he shot himself.

yeah i forget the title..but thats a great example of his short poems..good call Rex

hey ryanH, since your a mod lemme ask you something..why da fuck does anybody care that I have a conversation with one or two people on ONE thread? this is a CHAT board correct? whats organon and everybody else's problem

 

[Rex]

I think its Richard Corey.....

Miniver Cheevy is good too. Miniver Cheevy kept on thinking....and he kept on drinking.

 

[RyanH]

yeah i forget the title..but thats a great example of his short poems..good call Rex

hey ryanH, since your a mod lemme ask you something..why da fuck does anybody care that I have a conversation with one or two people on ONE thread? this is a CHAT board correct? whats organon and everybody else's problem

You'll have to ask Organon Canon that.

 

[Warik]

Satanic Goatslayer is the best poet on here. He's the only one who posts poems that consistently rhyme.

"You are stupid Warik! Poems don't have to rhyme!" Then write a fucking essay instead!!!!

-Warik

 

[The Ranger]

Here ya go Ryan,

Forever is about the choices we are forced to make in life, and Moonlight Madness is what we shall soon see among our grave yards....

Forever

An instant's bliss…
That moment of joy
Utter and complete,
So unlike
Any other.
Like lightning,
Or the flash of a firefly
In the night;
They blink by…
Brilliant, yet brief;
Forgotten amidst the pain
That is life.
Between these many
Seconds of ecstasy
And the ending…
A finality of
Rest,
We must choose a path.
Shall we take
The cherished moments,
Or the peaceful rewards
Of Death;
I, for one…
Will choose forever.

Ranger



Moonlight Madness


Moonlight…
Dawns on marble heads,
Quiet;
In this eve of epitaphs
And past miseries,
Now revisited.
Yet how these silent
Slabs of grey,
Speak…
To them that venture
Deep into fields
Of the stony dead.
Fields…
Where upright granite
Serves to remind
The living of the
Fallen…

For no matter how
Wicked or
Foolish in life;
We become…
We are transformed
Into being
Revered…
Worshipped as monuments
Of greatness in death;
Examples of all that is good
In this world.
Words of praise…
False or otherwise,
Etched into these silent,
Unyielding stones.

If voices these
Chiseled rocks possessed,
Surely they would cry out
In anguish…
Of that which lies beneath.
For the evil that men do
Corrupts even these
Marble markers…
Illuminated in the
Moonlight.

Ranger


Hope these meet your standards....*wink*

 

[RyanH]

Ranger......I've gotta run off to school...I'll read these later today.

Ryan.