VGCHAT Member Poetry




Posted by Saruin

[SIZE=2]It's quite simple. Post you're (or you're favorite existing) poetry here, on the this particular thread. If you wish, do so daily. You're poetry can be about anything and may extend to any length. If you wish post more than one poem, then please do so. I will begin.
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Posted by Saruin

[SIZE=1]I wish nothing more than to fill this world with sorrow and hatred, so that It may realize the pain it has put me through.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=1]I tore the wings of destiny right from it's own flesh. Smearing it's blood into my eyes so that I may see the future.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=1]Corruption and sin set free with each infant, a sadistic king was then born. A bed of thorns, a chalice of blood and a throne of bone and sinew. In thine eyes only the darkest nightmares truly come to. I will never be a memory, only a legacy passed on by the scars of war and the hatred for my own blood kin. May my actions leave only rumor's yet allow my hatred to flow like a river of blood. Washing across the land and staining all of which caused it with there own mark of bearing. In these times the people wish for a hero, but they will only receive a plague. Wipe away you're tears and silence you're prayers, no one can save you're from this pain.[/SIZE]
[FONT=Arial][SIZE=1]-----Saruin
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Posted by Sable Wind

slowly i walk through a field of flowers
stop, bend over, smell the april showers
dew brushes against my lips
i breathe in the happiness--gentle sips
a tiny puppy bounds next to me
it mimicks me ever so carefully
a sneeze
gentle breeze
backward i fall into the bed of love
the flowers envelop me, they fit like a glove

This place needed some "poem" about JOY >:O




Posted by Delilah

I watched her as she lay there, sleeping,
I wondered if she saw the child there standing,
If she heard my sisters’ weeping.

Tubes protruded from the woman’s throat;
I watched the sad scene come to play.
Never thought our mother would not be the same
As she were on Saint Valentine’s day.

Her speech was slurred, her movements slow:
And yet I shed not a tear that year,
For it would be too much for her to know

That her children were lost without defense,
Living in a house of false pretense.

Twice, had I seen what such a sickness to a person could do.
My mother ordered DNR, but father contested,
Determined not to let that happen to her, too.

Things were strange when she came home: nothing was the same.
She was a babe, and I the parent-
And thus began our game.

She regained her speech, mobility and life,
But she is not the woman she was before.
Her heart is cold and filled with strife;
She’s not my mother anymore.

Opinions and comments, if you would be so kind. My favorite poem stanza:

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain;
Or help one fainting robing into his nest again
I shall not live in vain." -Emily E. Dickinson, Life VI




Posted by Raptor


Quoting Saruin: [SIZE=1]I wish nothing more than to fill this world with sorrow and hatred, so that It may realize the pain it has put me through.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=1]I tore the wings of destiny right from it's own flesh. Smearing it's blood into my eyes so that I may see the future.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=1]Corruption and sin set free with each infant, a sadistic king was then born. A bed of thorns, a chalice of blood and a throne of bone and sinew. In thine eyes only the darkest nightmares truly come to. I will never be a memory, only a legacy passed on by the scars of war and the hatred for my own blood kin. May my actions leave only rumor's yet allow my hatred to flow like a river of blood. Washing across the land and staining all of which caused it with there own mark of bearing. In these times the people wish for a hero, but they will only receive a plague. Wipe away you're tears and silence you're prayers, no one can save you're from this pain.[/SIZE]
[FONT=Arial][SIZE=1]-----Saruin
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awesome nu-screamo song man!!!!!!

I love it when buffoons who have yet to work out the distinction between "your" and "you're" and "it's" and "its" think they are even capable of writing something remotely close to poetry.



Posted by Klarth

i will break the legs and hands and faces in a harmony of death you will see my power and you're face will stream with you're blood and i will take you're life because your gay and i will flow the blood of you're eyes onto you're face and it's eyes and you're legs for the darkness is in my heart and soul and mind and i will kill you because death is cool and you're live is over because there is only darkness in my soul even though my parents give me money every weekend so i can buy t-shirts at hot topic




Posted by Sable Wind

I hope everyone knows my poem was jokingly written... O-o




Posted by chaser3592

this is a poem i wrote to a girl and ironicly the same day i went to ask her out she moved!!!and to all the girls that think all guys are incapable of sensitivity this will prove you wrong.



The passion that burns in me to express my feelings for you are strong.
The amour in my soul to spill the truth that fills my soul is overwhelming.

The truth is that I love you;I have adored you since the first we met.
My darling Mesa, the affection I restrain and the devotion I retain is of biblical proportions.

I enjoy and revere every second you are near.
I would love to know you better but in the sea that is my heart I fear the storm that is rejection,so if it is meant to be then let it be.




Posted by Klarth

Try not writing in blank verse - It might make your poems look "deep" and detract from the typical cheesiness of rhyming poems, but usually it looks like crap. Try iambic pentameter instead.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_pentameter

Example (underlining represents stressed syllables):

The passion burning in me desires voice.

Another example (this is Shakespeare; the above was one I just churned out in the space of a minute)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate




Posted by Klarth

Haha, not a problem. Just keep in mind that there's more to it than throwing pseudo-philosophical words together and hoping for the best.




Posted by chaser3592

yeah i know that its just im kinda bad with correct grammer




Posted by Sterling

4chan
For once I saw it and couldn't belive.
How great this thing that was /b/
Source of afro blockers in habbo hotel.
But it made my life feel not like hell.
The humor and jokes.
From retarted blokes.
The women and hentai made me give my penis a couple strokes.
4chan is cool. :cool:




Posted by NeXidala

Here It Comes Slow With A Fuss
For The Fate It Has Bestowed On Us....

Their Faces Without Names
Smiles Without Meanings
When Will This All Change?
If None Of Us Are Breathing?

I know it's short, but it's referring to the overstressed population of the world and the immense routine of life, and how it has slowly increased over the years.




Posted by Sapphire Rose

Roses are red
Burned ones are black
You'd look so much better
With a knife in your back

I made that up while making fun of emo's. :)




Posted by Slade

Eh, I wrote this up to go with this guitar part(omg does that make song?). Not exactly a poem, but I've seen plenty of people put poems to music, which is basically what I did, I guess. :/

'Cept, it's like, kind of emo. It's actually based on a scenario I had really vividly in my mind, so it doesn't seem as... retarded.. as most other things like it seem to me. So here goes:

You didn't warn us they were coming back
Torches in their hands, sweat upon the brow
It's easy, I'll show you how

Don't look them in the eye
And if you find a photograph
Toss it aside
Don't turn around
Don't listen to the noise
Don't look back

Doctor, I need your help
I just can't stop thinking
Memories
I can't stop thinking of the families
The voices
The children
The noise
...
Fire burns it all away
Fire burns it all away

Yep. I imagined a very troubled middle aged man who had participated in the rape and pillage of villages, or a village, in earlier years, and his past actions are haunting him.




Posted by Delilah


Quoting Slade: Eh, I wrote this up to go with this guitar part(omg does that make song?). Not exactly a poem, but I've seen plenty of people put poems to music, which is basically what I did, I guess. :/

'Cept, it's like, kind of emo. It's actually based on a scenario I had really vividly in my mind, so it doesn't seem as... retarded.. as most other things like it seem to me. So here goes:

You didn't warn us they were coming back
Torches in their hands, sweat upon the brow
It's easy, I'll show you how

Don't look them in the eye
And if you find a photograph
Toss it aside
Don't turn around
Don't listen to the noise
Don't look back

Doctor, I need your help
I just can't stop thinking
Memories
I can't stop thinking of the families
The voices
The children
The noise
...
Fire burns it all away
Fire burns it all away

Yep. I imagined a very troubled middle aged man who had participated in the rape and pillage of villages, or a village, in earlier years, and his past actions are haunting him.


Dude, that was really good. Very good! Keep it up.

:bounce:



Posted by Delilah

I may be the odd-girl-out
You can make of me what you will
I may not be the best influence
But I influence you still

You are different; as am I
But now we’re rejected, alienated
And left to wonder why

Why have we been persecuted, condemned?
When our only crime was the individuality
That they all long to have and be?

When all we have done and wanted
Was to thrive, to live?
But, no! Identity is a gift
Far too precious to give

No, it is too complex for them to contrive
That a person might stand for what they might believe



This poem does seem to have a lack of closure, yes? Any suggestions? Comments, please




Posted by mis0

[center]Life, then death - it hurts.
MOM PLEASE DON'T MURDERIZE ME!!1
i die quietly.
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Posted by Delilah

Words more gallant than I can say
Promises I’ll break some day

Fight to escape my lips; to make a home within your ears
I want to be so much more
Than the girl you come to with your tears

Than the friend you run to, in the end
Than the friend you will always know
Has a spare hand to lend

I can keep up this charade
I can hold this phony smile
If that’s the choice that you have made
Then I will be silent all the while

Why can’t I tell him?
Because if I do concede
Could I hurt him?
What if I cause his broken heart to bleed?

:bounce:




Posted by Killer Jordo

A rich man Tom was
A respected man Tom was
Everywhere he went people asked
For his autograph

People adored Tom
Girls wanted Tom
Buys wanted to be Tom
But Tom did not

Tom seemed happy
Tom seemed peaceful
Tom seemed to be faking it
Because Tom shot himself.

By Killer Jordo.




Posted by Bj Blaskowitz

I wrote this a few weeks ago to a girl. I wrote it in literally 5 minutes, so don't expect too much. By the time she'd said "tick tock!" I'd finished. I'm quite fond of her:

(pretty eyes
they reflect the light in strands of specs of time.
I wish I could snare them from the breath between us
and hold them in a safebox for when you are away.

And your cheeks, raised in the embrace of your lips
which smile and light up the waves of light from your eyes
illuminating the room.

I wish I could trace them with my finger for eternity.
Slowly, like a blind man at the statue of venus
every curve, so delicate
a work of art, to hold in awe,
encased within the crystals of my mind.

While I hold your hair and stare
unworthy to be in your gaze
such pretty eyes)




Posted by Delilah

Oooh, very good, very good. I usually hate extremely mushy poems, but that was good. Like you said, it could use a little editing, though.




Posted by GameMiestro

In VGChat did Jesse Smith
A discussion board decree
Where noobs, the sacred posters, come
To write their spam and lead the forum
Down to insanity.
So this twice the mods had tried to amend
With bannings and boards that came to an end:
And Jesse did not help of late
Though much the mods did plea;
And unbanning the noobs, did Jesse state
“A wacko’s the life to be!”




Posted by KoH

FREE VERSE

The young night elf hunter of lore slowly undresses the young human mage of icy death...

As he takes off his mail armor of Dragonstalkers... he casts "Call Pet" and watches as his pet magically appears out of thin air... Ready and stretched for the battle session ahead...

The young human ice mage of lore casts mana shield as the hunter begins his "Hunter's Mark" on his target... He sees his prey... he takes aim, and with his first Aimed Shot he begins to auto-shot his way into her Caverns of Time.

The mage realizes that her defeat is neigh! As the hunter believes that she is soon about to lose he prepares to cast Scatter Shot! BUT NO! The young mage casts "Ice Barrier!" HIS ATTACK IS DEFENDED! The cooldown is too long! Upon realizing that this is the moment to retaliate, the mage comes out from Ice Barrier and casts Cone of Cold. An icy chill that cools down the hunter's pet of might.

Distraught and watching his opponent drink and eat conjured food of magic... the hunter comes up with a plan of wisdom. He begins to cast Revive Pet. After 10 seconds his pet is up and ready to fight again!

The hunter's pet gains aggro! The mage focuses all attacks on the hunter's pet but it is unstoppable this time as the hunter has cast Bestial Wrath! HIS PET IS A MAIN TANK! THE PET IS OUT DPSING THE MAGE!!! To ensure the mage's defeat... the hunter fires off multi-shot. 3 shots that focus on the young mage critting her for 1018 damage. The mage is defeated.

9 months later, the mage wakes up to see an mixed-racial night elf/human baby. But... the hunter is nowhere in sight... He has taken his pet to defeat a warrior this time... the legend of the mysterious hunter goes on...

Wrong thread? Sure. But I had fun writing it. :)




Posted by Trigger

A Warrior appears, with a newly learned talent: Roundhouse Kick.

Instant
90 Rage
Requires Beserker Stance
The Warrior performs a roundhouse kick, interrupting spell casting and all other attacks for up to 5 seconds and stops them from being cast again. Ever.




Posted by Killer Jordo

I'm ****ed
I want my Beck case to be fixed.
I'm such a good poet.
I'm ****ed.
w00t :(




Posted by Bj Blaskowitz

a breath between us
suspended in time
bridges our souls
come closer

your mouth my sanctuary
it tastes of ***less divinity
of angels without wings
and rainbows in dark corners

I search it for answers
will you bathe me, in my ignorance?
my dirty incompetence laid before you?
upon your altar of marble skin?

Your mouth is my confessional
my tongue is the penitant,
searching for forgiveness
I gasp into you my act of contrition

you answer with breaths
that stutter scriptures,
hymns sung to the beats
of our hearts' duet

fingers interlaced we pray
and sing our requiem for innocence
its bittersweet departure our scarlet letter
gone to heaven upon flittering wings of white linen

I enter you, moaning my soft aria
your refrain heaven's trumpet
playing as we sway in our spiritual dance
and eat our forbidden fruits with trembling hands

upon this table of sinful linen,
we unite in our blasphemy
I hold you close, my frail ***dess
encompassing you with my inpurity

our hymn crescendoes
racing alongside our flagellations
towards a hellish Galilee
we collapse into eachother

Your visage hovers before me,
an ethereal mist, of gossamer and dreams
your eyes overtake me as our lips meet
and I drown in your Pandemonial Paradise
Salve, Salvation. Hosanna.




Posted by Bj Blaskowitz

a breath between us
suspended in time
bridges our souls
come closer

your mouth my sanctuary
it tastes of ***less divinity
of angels without wings
and rainbows in dark corners

I search it for answers
will you bathe me, in my ignorance?
my dirty incompetence laid before you?
upon your altar of marble skin?

Your mouth is my confessional
my tongue is the penitant,
searching for forgiveness
I gasp into you my act of contrition

you answer with breaths
that stutter scriptures,
hymns sung to the beats
of our hearts' duet

fingers interlaced we pray
and sing our requiem for innocence
its bittersweet departure our scarlet letter
gone to heaven upon flittering wings of white linen

I enter you, moaning my soft aria
your refrain heaven's trumpet
playing as we sway in our spiritual dance
and eat our forbidden fruits with trembling hands

upon this table of sinful linen,
we unite in our blasphemy
I hold you close, my frail ***dess
encompassing you with my inpurity

our hymn crescendoes
racing alongside our flagellations
towards a hellish Galilee
we collapse into eachother

Your visage hovers before me,
an ethereal mist, of gossamer and dreams
your eyes overtake me as our lips meet
and I drown in your Pandemonial Paradise
Salve, Salvation. Hosanna.




Posted by CynicalBastard

This is a satirical poem I wrote a while ago. It started when I told a friend (I don't recall the exact circumstances) "Right-Winged Christians are such easy targets to mock, though." He said in response "Oh, yah? Then write something mocking Christians, right now." Be warned, if you are an easily offended right-wing Christian with no sense of humor, you'd best not read it (even though it was intended mostly as a joke).

Right-Winged War G od

We couldn’t wait ‘til judgment day,
So we’ll tell you now what G od has to say.
We only want to give his plan a nudge,
And declare ourselves your righteous judge.
We submit to religion with our referenda,
And G od’s every word matches our own agenda,
So don’t meddle in what you don’t understand;
We kill more efficiently than you ever can.
If you judge us, our G od sends you Hell-bent,
But don’t argue now, we gave up logic for lent.
Combine church and state shout our brilliant sages,
Wait this sounds familiar, perhaps the Middle Ages?
As the civilized world accepts science as fact,
We fear that it won’t leave tradition intact,
And we’ll no longer have the direct line to G od.
Then the people might realize our hate-filled facade
Has held man back since the beginning of time,
And they’ll no more be awed by our churches, sublime.
So across the lands we must now teach,
And to the masses our lesson we preach:
“Make no real judgments and love those you hate,”
As our rationality begins to abate,
But never mind that, we prize faith over reason,
Hey, don’t look at our past; that was just divine treason!
And don’t mind that our book records G od’s own upheavals,
Those infants deserved death: every last one was evil!
And as for the atheists, infidels and fiends;
They’d all be in Hell had not we intervened
And taught them the way of our savior and Lord
If not by the olive branch, then by the sword!
It’s our G od-given right to spread love by force
And to kill G od’s enemies violently, of course,
After all, what idiot wouldn’t believe
In an invisible entity able to conceive,
Entire galaxies in seven days or less?
And it’s Sunday, so don your finest dress,
For our G od wants to see you in Church today,
To watch you grovel and grieve and pray,
To clutch at the hem of His invisible robes,
If you don’t ask forgiveness, you will be loathed.
And thus, omniscience makes tyranny just,
As his faithful servants do what we must
To protect you from the demons of the night.
Or possibly worse, gays with rights!
So with visions of peace for the Milky Way
Our right winged war-G od will show us the way.

I wrote this in about one 30 minute session, and haven't really edited it much (I will get around to this later). Well, at least now you can you see why I named myself CynicalBastard...




Posted by Ch

Ugh
My life is horrible
I look out the window
So emo.




Posted by ed elric

As I sat alone, to dwell and drone, and kindle the hate within my heart,
I proceed to see, round bout me, signs that show whom thou truely art,
The beast disguised in angelic form, the monster in a heavenly veneer,
The malign creature, it hidious way, yet her beauty seems to leer,
I will not be fooled, by such an evil person of your ways,
But the more time I wasted yelling, the more her body stole my glaze,
I stamered back and yelled out loud, what act of deceit is this,
My heart ablaze, I looked about and grabbed a rusty kris,
Lounging forward I took my hate and tore about it's flesh,
I stood back, I smirked and then I said "look at you, your a mess."




Posted by Bj Blaskowitz

you+are=you're




Posted by Sterling

[SIZE="7"]YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE YOU'RE[/SIZE]