Wrote A Poem, Cause Fuck It, Why Not

[2HF]

Here is the part where I tell you guys I'm not a poet and I've only ever written 1 other poem before.

This is the part where I tell you that yeah, I know a poem doesn't have to rhyme

Um... This is the part where I tell you that I suck and bring on the criticism? I dunno. Have at it.

One lonely night I came home without haste
The world, in it's darkness, approved of my pace

The power had fled from the entire town
I killed my own headlights and slowed the car down

The stars twinkled, finally free from their cage
Their shine took my mind to a more innocent age

She gave me her hand and I scoffed at the offer
I'd been waiting years to steal this kiss off her

I grabbed her and pulled, into my arms she came
And we kissed on that field without worry or shame

The night sky was ablaze with the moon and the stars
I asked her to be mine and she gave me these scars

When I arrived at my home the lights had returned
They blinded me as their filiments burned

I fell on my bed and I cried for the past
A kiss is a curse because it won't last

I long for the days when my world was illuminated
By a single low flame, not these strangers in bed

One can not tell a single drop from a sea
The same goes for all these lights around me

I prefer a small flame, alone in the night
To this blinding, engulfing, ocean of lights

 

[Dangit2019]

I'll do a haiku about my daily struggle then.

-ahem-

I enjoy Death Note
But it's not available
I guess I'll wait then

 

[Keoul]

The classic AABB rhyme scheme is that only amateurs use
Try and mix it up a bit, ABAB ABBA anything but AABB man.
Or better yet, be lazy and write a haiku.

Writing a poem
Is extremely easy when
It's just a haiku

 

[ShinyCharizard]

Well I'm no poetry expert but I thought that was pretty good.

 

[Johnny Novgorod]

I read this in a Vonnegut novel I just finished.

"Roses are red
And ready for plucking
You're sixteen
And are ready for high school"

 

[Dangit2019]

The classic AABB rhyme scheme is that only amateurs use
Try and mix it up a bit, ABAB ABBA anything but AABB man.
Or better yet, be lazy and write a haiku.

Writing a poem
Is extremely easy when
It's just a haiku

I don't understand
The hate that you do harbor
For haikus and such

 

[shrekfan246]

Simple and succinct.

Rhymes can be interlinked between stanzas too. Every other line, or the first line of one paragraph with the ending line of the following paragraph.

Or, indeed, no rhyming at all.

Since other people are posting their own whimsical musings, I'll copy-paste one I typed up the other week.

Spoiler: Titled: Melancholia

He wakes up. Another average day.
His boring life. His boring way.
He gets out of bed. He lives by the bay.
But when all's said and done, it's another average day.

His home is quiet, the way he likes it to be.
It wasn't always so, but things change you see.
The sun would shine through curtains, now it's always bleak.
In his quiet home, on his quiet street.

Vibrant colors, like paintings, the horizon would appear.
Sunset on the beach, where she was always near.
Now the beach is gray, he says, there's no love left here.
The vibrant colors, washed away, and the horizon is no longer clear.

Youth is ever fleeting, time is ever short.
When there are no new meetings, there are no clever retorts.
When all that's left is a single greeting, and no more support
There's no method for treating a loss of this sort.

He sits on his balcony, sipping a drink.
He watches the waves, stopping to think.
He smells the air, the world starts to shrink.
And he stands on the balcony, approaching the brink.

 

[Lionsfan]

The classic AABB rhyme scheme is that only amateurs use
Try and mix it up a bit, ABAB ABBA anything but AABB man.
Or better yet, be lazy and write a haiku.

Writing a poem
Is extremely easy when
It's just a haiku

Who is very cool?
Lionsfan is very cool
A bib iddy doo

 

[Vault101]

ok....

anyone seen the movie Requiem for a dream? ageis I once wrote a poem about it (I think because there was a hip hop remix of the main theme on youtube and I felt like coming up with a rhyme)

its not great (and not finished) but..eh (might contain spoilers)

Tyrone and harry
just a couple of friends
living life like a party
the high never ends

Just steal moms TV
pawn it away
get the money and live
to get high another day

but theres a pirce to pay
driving in a lane thats fast
because the money and the drugs
man, they just don;t last

so lest get smart
if we want to feed the obsession
time to turn this hobby
into a profession

buying and selling
getting streetwise
gonna make it big
a real enterprize

and harry has a girl
they think their in love
their passion addictive and narcotic as the drugs

their a real item
a love that runs deep inside
marion loves the high too
she comes along for the ride

and harry has a mom
sarah, she's kind of old
and harry don;t visit enough
or so he's told

so she's just sitting there in the house
pretty much all alone
then suddly theres a ring
a man on the phone

surprised she snwers
what could this be?
the man on the other end
says she's gonna be on TV

Televsion, the glitz! the glamour and glory!
she'll tell all those people
her and harrys story

yes she'll tell them all
give it all she can give
cuz now theres a reason to get up
to live

so she wants to wear the red dress
but doesnt fit in it
so its off to the doctor
to get some pills to fix it

yes, she could diet
mabye she shouls
but dietings hard
and the pills feel good

so now she's taking 3
4 5 and 6
cuz the pills are wearing off
and sarah needs her fix

 

[Dirty Hipsters]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your poem sucks
And mine does too

Nah, I'm kidding. It's not bad considering it's only your second attempt at ever writing a poem. It's pretty simplistic and smacks of teenage angst, but at the same time there's a good mastery of language and it certainly paints a picture, which is important. Keep trying, you're on the right track.

 

[floopdawoop]

I do like rhyming poems, though I enjoy prose as well,

I feel like posting one too now... so I will.

Spoiler: Creatures in the Mist

I heard whispering in the night
Certainly an actual cause for fright
then I saw what could only entice
I saw a lonely glowing light

With wind blowing as cold as ice,
Shadows scurrying around like mice,
listening for something that hissed
For the dark was not so nice

You see, there's creatures in the mist
much too many for me to make a list
but I assure you, from right behind
they are as deadly as a cyst

For they intrude upon your mind
going through thoughts until they can find
things you love and , being very cruel
They steal them away, quite unkind

Becoming a bumbling mindless fool
As lifeless as any wooden stool
I don?t quite find to be too fine
I ran from the supposed ghoul

I ran and ran, chills up my spine
Not wanting to lose that which was mine
Through narrow alleys, across a road
Had to hurry, I could hear it whine

Running faster, my fear had showed
Distracted, by a bird who'd crowed
I tripped, fell, and tore open my knee
Shouting, the blood steadily flowed

Now already too late for me
Vision clouded, unable to see
I could feel a ripping in my head
And then, I simply ceased to be

 

[Trivun]

Kicking my leg as he tries to sleep,
Takes offence to my poetic discourse.

A dog. Resting peacefully on a sofa.
Paws of fur and punching gloves alike.
He rests his head upon the edge,

Eyes wide, ears drooping,
Black and brown he lies.


(Yeah, I literally made that up off the top of my head. It's true, though - my chocolate and tan coloured Doberman with long floppy ears is resting on the sofa next to me and kicking his leg on occasion. I say his leg, he's actually kicking my leg with his own...)

 

[Rose and Thorn]

Guys stop wiriting about Roses you are making me blush!

I loved your poem. Very beautiful and meaningful. Thank you for sharing it with me 2HF.

 

[Mordekaien]

Here's the part where I would post mine, except none of you actually speaks slovak, and I can't for the life of me rhyme in english, or I've never earnestly tried to, anyways.
Damn, I want to post something so, here it goes:

Roses are red,
and violets of blue hue,
I am sitting on a war hippo,
and this doesn't make sense.

Well, worth a shot I think.

 

[The]

Typing a poem.
Five syllables, then seven.
Whoops, it's a Haiku.

 

[PsychicTaco115]

My eyes fly through the words
Taking in everything they can
Comprehension flows
Allowing understanding to come

Fingers fly to the keys
Eager to share my opinion
On the things known and unknown
And everything in between

A community reacts
Some serious and some not
For lolz and not for lolz
This is why I love it

FREE VERSE, WHAT NOW?!?!

 

[Hero in a half shell]

Here's the part where I would post mine, except none of you actually speaks slovak, and I can't for the life of me rhyme in english, or I've never earnestly tried to, anyways.
Damn, I want to post something so, here it goes:

Roses are red,
and violets of blue hue,
I am sitting on a war hippo,
and this doesn't make sense.

Well, worth a shot I think.

Heresy! Everything always makes sense when you're sitting on a war hippo!

I wrote probably my best parody song ever today, and of course it had to be on the bottom of an EN pony thread. Typical

Spoiler

First off, alicornification is a word I will now use daily. Second of all, she's not abandoning her friends. And last but not least, you set really high standards for little girls. Like, unnaturally high.

Hey everybody, that calls for a Sing Along!


Children's show from old Hasbro
Try to sell you merch to make some
Little girls and Bronies
Dream of pony immitation
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's alicornication...

It's the end of the series
and all of brony civilization
The creepy obsession with beasts
may finally settle as the taboo fades down
It's understood that bronies would
like Alicornication

Pay the studio very well
to buy a plushie plaything
Sell your soul to smite hasbro
with adolescent raging

Chorus
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Alicornication
Dream of Alicornication

 

[BeeGeenie]

A limerick:

I found your poem interesting,
Though perhaps it's not worth pinteresting,
but it's got some nice feels
and I hope your heart heals,
and... there isn't much that rhymes with interesting.

 

[The Funslinger]

I read this in a Vonnegut novel I just finished.

"Roses are red
And ready for plucking
You're sixteen
And are ready for high school"

I misread that as 'ready for puckering'. I thought it was some sort of terrifying commentary on teen anal sex.

 

[Hazy992]

I can't write poems
I'm not very creative
Oh wait there we go!