Write a poem! It doesn't have to be serious, but for the purposes of this thread, try to keep it within this format:
line one: 8 syllables.
line two: 7 syllables.
line three: 8 syllables.
line four: 6 syllables.
I'll go first!
The sun be drawn across the spheres,
giving light to fighting seers.
Remember fast the light that shines
all through the inky brine.
Sorry, not writing poetry following some template. Not how The Asmo rolls. Don't really do single verse stuff either...
But feel free to look up my older stuff - I have been known to post some on occasion. They are probably still here somewhere.
EDIT: Well, DANG! It appears some of the old stuff got purged. Will re-post upon request... If I can find my hard copies, that is
Counting syllables is not my style, I just like sing-songy poems.
*clears throat*
*waits*
I tried...nothing came out.
Slackers. >:(
Quote from: Asmodean on May 27, 2012, 12:49:14 AM
Sorry, not writing poetry following some template. Not how The Asmo rolls. Don't really do single verse stuff either...
But feel free to look up my older stuff - I have been known to post some on occasion. They are probably still here somewhere.
EDIT: Well, DANG! It appears some of the old stuff got purged. Will re-post upon request... If I can find my hard copies, that is
Post a poem if you find one, Asmo ;D
Here's another one: ;D
Her stockings taste so warm when I
press my tongue between her thighs.
But lights then drive up gravel drive,
"My boyfriend! He's arrived!"
I guess I was feeling a bit pervy with this one. xD
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on May 27, 2012, 01:45:59 AM
Post a poem if you find one, Asmo ;D
Well, what do you know! This thing (http://www.happyatheistforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=5884.0) is still alive...
It has since been modified slightly to improve language, but I have no idea where my hard copy went. I do remember changing "No-one will answer your prayers" to "No-one can hear your praying". Forgot the other changes.
Will ignore all formal requirements and introduce an element of abrupt bathos for the connoisseurs:
My parents were in constant contact with Jesus,
Stuck his photograph on the wall.
They paid him protection money
So that no evil would befall
Them.
The Aardelope is a hybrid
Of Antelope and Aardvark
The Antevark, however, is
The other way around.
8-7-8-6 Ding!
Quote from: OldGit on May 27, 2012, 11:17:00 AM
The Aardelope is a hybrid
Of Antelope and Aardvark
The Antevark, however, is
The other way around.
8-7-8-6 Ding!
I love this! ;D
No format...just a poem:
Your words a whirlwind
Igniting my essence
Seduce me...
Famished eyes longing
An arm length away
Reach me...
Nails linger on my skin
My heat radiates
Caress me...
Dew upon your lips
I desire
Kiss me...
Waiting
Please - no longer
Love me...
Alas, I am under no illusion that the above will ever happen to me, but I can fracking write about it!!!...*chucklin*
Aww hell, here's another:
A summer breeze
Stirs her hair
Across her back
My ravishing glare
Satin skin
The moon's light
Pure pleasure sets
During Venus' might
Bodies entwined
On silks fine thread
A feast of pleasure
Inhibitions fled
What would men be
If not for women
Seduction
Fantasy
Are no sin
Enduring desire
Bodies on fire
Nightly treasure
Short lived pleasure
Love - the measure
Wow Gaven, heady stuff.
I might try my hand at writing a dirty limerick.
I liked En_Route's poem about paying Jesus protection money. And of course OldGit's aardvarkery.
Imagine going back in time
To innocence of early years
When you and I were always fine
We weren't bothered by careers
We didn't see the others' pain
One we have not yet had to share
For every loss there was a gain
Ripe to be had by those who dared
That time has passed into a dream
And age has claimed its rightful toll
In spite of dreams and winds of time
My friend, I miss you most of all
We saw blue skies and stormy weather
And rushed to see the world unknown
Back then we were alive together
Tonight we slowly die alone
Just did this one on the fly... Has no name yet and coherence may be missing here and there... Can't be bothered to re-read to check :P
^^^ I like off the cuff stuff.
The aardelopes are gathering,
They're planning to attack us.
Their evil jaws are slavering,
They're after Asmo's ... err ... what rhymes with 'attack us'?
Chakras? A poor rhyme, but better than nothing, yes? ;D
Well ... I did have another word in mind, but I didn't like to say it. ;D
Here's one:
I dance to primal heat that fills
nights as flowing mugs of beer.
I fear tomorrow, I'll be ill,
from all this Everclear.
Quote from: Ali on May 27, 2012, 05:04:30 PM
Wow Gaven, heady stuff.
Ummm...is that good or bad?
Quote from: Asmodean on May 27, 2012, 05:44:01 PM
Imagine going back in time
To innocence of early years
When you and I were always fine
We weren't bothered by careers
We didn't see the others' pain
One we have not yet had to share
For every loss there was a gain
Ripe to be had by those who dared
That time has passed into a dream
And age has claimed its rightful toll
In spite of dreams and winds of time
My friend, I miss you most of all
We saw blue skies and stormy weather
And rushed to see the world unknown
Back then we were alive together
Tonight we slowly die alone
Just did this one on the fly... Has no name yet and coherence may be missing here and there... Can't be bothered to re-read to check :P
Total class!! Loved it!!
Quote from: OldGit on May 27, 2012, 06:13:22 PM
They're after Asmo's ... err ... what rhymes with 'attack us'?
Frack us?
Quote from: Gawen on May 27, 2012, 07:42:49 PM
Total class!! Loved it!!
Thank you. Mostly, people don't like my poetry much beause it tends to be... Less-than-happy. It is, however, the kind I do best.
Liked your stuff as well. Relatively light and easy reading :)
All right, here's a non-form poem:
Born Again
This bowler hat is taped
and chained and glued
to my flesh colored balloon.
I suck air, and breathe out
helium. Go ahead, and mock
my tiny voice. Will you laugh
when it explodes and slings
brain tripe pozole and grease
underneath your fingertips?
I guess it does kind of look like a flesh balloon wearing a bowler hat. Huh.
I like some of the poems added here ;D
IDK
In the beginning of time
Bang was big
Do you dig
Born from neither reason nor rhyme
Beginning no certainty
Cause and effect
Had nought to infect
Infinite regress problem most certainly
Creation of many myth story
Humans without pants
Knowledge or ignorance
Tis a mystery of lost history
With power granted eternal
Angry gods
The first mods
Location Earth turned infernal
Scriptures of abundant metaphor
Confusion
Delusion
Creative interpretations galore
Critical reading of many a myth story
Questions mound
No answers found
Tis a mystery of lost history
Wow. That's awesome stevil.
Something I prepared earlier:
On listening to The Pogues while my wife plants asparagus
Sweetie, please watch out for bees
'cos my ipod volume's set to max
and I won't hear your alto screams
above the more rumbustious tracks.
QuoteWith power granted eternal
Angry gods
The first mods
HA!...love that. Great poem, stevil!!
Quote from: En_Route on May 28, 2012, 12:30:32 PM
Something I prepared earlier:
On listening to The Pogues while my wife plants asparagus
Sweetie, please watch out for bees
'cos my ipod volume's set to max
and I won't hear your alto screams
above the more rumbustious tracks.
*laffin*....funny.
There's talent out here
Quote from: En_Route on May 28, 2012, 12:30:32 PM
On listening to The Pogues while my wife plants asparagus
Sweetie, please watch out for bees
'cos my ipod volume's set to max
and I won't hear your alto screams
above the more rumbustious tracks.
My new favourite.
My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:10:55 PM
My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
No such thing as 18+ poetry in The Asmo's book. If you are too young and inexperiened to understand a poem, you simply will not. If, on the other hand, you do understand, then you are old enough.
Quote from: Asmodean on May 28, 2012, 04:27:49 PM
Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:10:55 PM
My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
No such thing as 18+ poetry in The Asmo's book. If you are too young and inexperiened to understand a poem, you simply will not. If, on the other hand, you do understand, then you are old enough.
I'm still not posting it in public on a 13+ forum :D
Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:38:12 PM
I'm still not posting it in public on a 13+ forum :D
*Imagines poetry with animal sex, torture, very hard-core and realistic violence and a mention of The Asmo*
...Daym! :-\
Totally no structure or good rhymes in this one but I feel overwhelimingly inspired.
Bugs. I have to write a paper on bugs.
What bugs me is that
Milipede, you're not where you're supposed to be.
100% of you are not where you'd be expected to be.
I stare at the paper with the data I've gathered.
What am I supposed to do?
I've got a statistical fluke
Staring right back at me.
Ok, I got this:
The Rooster
He's a conquistador with red plumage
tugged at by brown skinned boys
curled up beside him like twin snakes.
They grope the pink quill while sleeping.
He offers them a touch. Their fingers
drink the texture in like horchata.
Soon the moon shall cock-block the sun,
los indios on his farm shall drop their hoes,
and pray for him to keep them alive.
The feather perched on top his skull,
will jangle as his arms wrap around
his chest in a frantic rubber spiral.
But the moon will step aside.
The moon must step aside.