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Kendo
04-30-2009, 09:39 PM
It's Poem in your Pocket Day!? What the crap is that?

Today at school we were forced to write or copy a poem and insert it into out pocket. I thought "What the crap is Poem in your Pocket Day?" I quickly thought of some smashed-together good-sounding words at the last minute when the teacher wasn't looking:

When sun light shines
The world wakes up
Flowers open, start to bloom
And after every setting sun
Coming is the brilliant moon

That's all.

...But enough about school. This isn't the School/Work topic. Have you ever heard of this? Do you think it's dumb it was an assignment for me? Do you have a poem you'd like to share?

Jesus
04-30-2009, 10:34 PM
What a ridiculous dedication. Apparently it was also Amateur Internet Porn Day a couple of days ago. Figures.

Vaughn
04-30-2009, 10:36 PM
I haven't heard this, lol. :ermm:

Oh well, here goes:

Mountains are brown
The sun is round
Music is a type of sound
We all go to the Merry-Go-Round.

Then, we all go to London
To wear the crown
To Asia, where there's wonton
and back to America for two shots, or rounds.
/epik phail.

Kendo
04-30-2009, 10:48 PM
I don't care about it either, but it was our assignment, thus we HAD to do it. *sigh*

Horrible Great poem, Neurotic Nero! *claps, tries to smile* : 3

scalec
05-01-2009, 12:06 AM
I write poetry, but my friend came up with something awesome.

Tickets are free
You buy at the door.
You pay for the seats
But sit on the floor.
Two dead men
Prepare to fight
They stand back to back
In each others sight
They Pull out their swords
And shoot
A deaf policeman
Hears the shot
And see's the alive two
Don't believe me?
Ask the blind man,
He saw it too

I probably screwed it up...

Kendo
05-01-2009, 12:11 AM
I write poetry, but my friend came up with something awesome.

Tickets are free
You buy at the door.
You pay for the seats
But sit on the floor.
Two dead men
Prepare to fight
They stand back to back
In each others sight
They Pull out their swords
And shoot
A deaf policeman
Hears the shot
And see's the alive two
Don't believe me?
Ask the blind man,
He saw it too

I probably screwed it up...
I saw a vairation in someone's signature where they said they'd tell a story and "pull up a chair, sit on the floor". It's a good poem, though. :3

Vaughn
05-01-2009, 12:12 AM
*adding...

Mountains are brown
The sun is round
Music is a type of sound
We all go to the Merry-Go-Round.

Then, we all go to London
To wear the crown
To Asia, where there's wonton
and back to America for two shots, or rounds.

Rice is great
If you don't have to wait
Rice is delicious
and also nutritious.

Skyscrapers are big and tall
There's a chance they would fall
They reach the heavens
They play for the Baltimore Ravens

Writing is fun
In the sun
Without a pen
you don't have anything to write with

Operative
05-01-2009, 12:16 AM
Have I heard of this? Yes I have, they do it in my school, actually.

Do I think it was a stupid assignment? No.

Do I have a shareable poem? Yes... yes I do... But I threw it away. XD

lazziness
05-01-2009, 01:06 AM
I wrote a lot of poetry in high school, just recently started picking it up again. Here's something I had in my collection from a year or so ago.

I've been thinking about you lately, I can't seem to get you out of my head.
I try so hard, but thinking about the memories is something I dread.
They bring me back to the times when I was once happy and everything was okay.
I always think to myself, how I'd give everything to go back to that day.
To the day when we were once happy and everything was alright, and I could go to sleep knowing you were mine, every single night.
I hate thinking about it that I have to admit it makes me want to cry, and my biggest question I ask myself mostly, "Why?"
Why do I still care when you hurt me, more than words could ever say.
Why do I wish for things to go back, like in the old days.

Do you have the answer? 'cause I'd surely like to know.
Why you hurt me so bad, but I can't seem to let you go.

Ah Beng I the Pikabeng
05-01-2009, 02:24 AM
W-w-wait. Do you use others' poems or use your own, or is either acceptable?

Operative
05-01-2009, 02:32 AM
W-w-wait. Do you use others' poems or use your own, or is either acceptable?

Either is acceptable.

But using your own is usually more appreciated.

SaMaster14
05-01-2009, 03:44 AM
We had a poetry reading during lunch. This is the poem I read(I wrote it myself as well)

Wandering Spirit

The drops of rain pour down as the blood
Drips from his hardened wounded soul,
A lonely spirit wandering through a flood,
Searching for a place, trying to reach his goal.
Dark clouds cover up the light of the night,
Doors close shut, the dim firelights burn out.
The wandering spirit left alone with no fight,
Howling wind and rain throwing him off route.
He travels, crying out, but nobody will assist
This howling ghost, unable to find his way home.
Continuing on, enduring the cold rain and mist
He reached a village with a castle, lit as he does roam.
The door opens wide, a kind, powerful hand extended,
The spirit grasping tightly, his life as a ghost has ended.

Ah Beng I the Pikabeng
05-01-2009, 05:22 AM
How did everyone forget the "Roses are red, Violets are Blue" poems? :O


Anyway. An epicly fail poem? (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showthread.php?p=2702384#post2702384)

By yours truly, no doubt. :D

EDIT: Oh no, the number... :eek:

Tombi
05-01-2009, 06:48 PM
I write poetry, but my friend came up with something awesome.

Tickets are free
You buy at the door.
You pay for the seats
But sit on the floor.
Two dead men
Prepare to fight
They stand back to back
In each others sight
They Pull out their swords
And shoot
A deaf policeman
Hears the shot
And see's the alive two
Don't believe me?
Ask the blind man,
He saw it too

I probably screwed it up...

That's already a rhyme.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye.
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Anyway, I never heard of this day before. I know that Sunday is World Laughing Day, which made me laugh anyway because of the stupid name. But whatever. xD

Blast the Stereo
05-01-2009, 07:12 PM
Ahh, we don't have that at my school.

Though I do admittedly like poetry. (inb4 gayfag)

I would share, but I can't be bothered. Unless someone really wants to hear, but no one does.

Tombi
05-01-2009, 07:18 PM
I do! D: Shareshare, Blasty. :3

Wisp
05-01-2009, 07:37 PM
That's already a rhyme.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye.
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Anyway, I never heard of this day before. I know that Sunday is World Laughing Day, which made me laugh anyway because of the stupid name. But whatever. xD

I like that one, my little brothers got it in their school books. n___n
Lmao, never heard of this Poem in your Pocket thing, new to me. But I'll share my favourite poem with you. :]
I really like War Poems for some reason. <3

DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Wilfred Owen.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panesand thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori means, is it sweet and right to die for your country.

Winter
05-02-2009, 01:13 AM
Our teacher made us have people sign it for a grade. I wrote my own, but I'm not sure about sharing...:redface:

SaMaster14
05-02-2009, 01:49 AM
I like that one, my little brothers got it in their school books. n___n
Lmao, never heard of this Poem in your Pocket thing, new to me. But I'll share my favourite poem with you. :]
I really like War Poems for some reason. <3

DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Wilfred Owen.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panesand thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori means, is it sweet and right to die for your country.
great poem.

We just discussed this in english class.

very deep

Ah Beng I the Pikabeng
05-02-2009, 06:20 AM
Ahh, we don't have that at my school.

Though I do admittedly like poetry. (inb4 gayfag)

I would share, but I can't be bothered. Unless someone really wants to hear, but no one does.

I never even knew about sharing poems. >_>

And I rarely write poems, so... yeah. >_>

But poetry is fun. :D

I like that one, my little brothers got it in their school books. n___n
Lmao, never heard of this Poem in your Pocket thing, new to me. But I'll share my favourite poem with you. :]
I really like War Poems for some reason. <3

DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Wilfred Owen.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panesand thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori means, is it sweet and right to die for your country.

Yeah, let's fight. >;3

SaMaster14
05-02-2009, 06:23 AM
I do really like that poem iKawaii, and especially when you know about Owen "I write about the war and the pity of war" was his famous quote.
And that poem so strongly defends his quote as it completely mocks the idea that dying for your country is sweet. I must say though, I like his poem entitled "Disabled" a bit more.

Tombi
05-03-2009, 08:42 PM
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Wilfred Owen.

We used that for Drama, and we had to act out certain parts. Great poem, very moving.

Yoda55
05-09-2009, 03:54 PM
No...

A strange idea.

Blast the Stereo
05-09-2009, 05:35 PM
Nahh, I'm too lazy to fish up some of my stuff. Plus I haven't written in forever.

Actually, I think there's a bit hidden somewhere in my devart, but I cba right now. ;D

And AMG TOMBI! I didn't realize you posted the Two Dead Boys poem.

It was like my all time favorite when I was little. I even read it in a little poetry competition thing. XD

Angel_DeArc
05-09-2009, 07:46 PM
Nice stuff, people. But we don't have it here where I live

Eh well I do write that is, whenever I feel like.
=)

Here's mine: (Old one) others are a quite too "sad"
[Мσтιναтιση]
One can never be sure of what awaits him
One can never foresee what the time has in store for him
But he can make most of his life
If he tries to think what is right
Only if he understands the true connotation
Of twist and turns and obstacles and deprecation
Also hindrance, obstruction and hitch
Only then there shall be no dilemma or mystification
In the moment of suspicion
Thee shall follow his own instincts to come up with an elucidation

Stay firm, tenacious and uptight
But never stray the path that is idolized
Never give up with your mission, no matter whatever is the delusion
In this situation, the only operation you can perform is perfection.

Ignore the scorn, never mind the impediment and denunciation
For your own goal is your ambition
Life can have many occasions
Of bliss and sulk and indignation
But never wander away from your aspiration
Discount these away and behold to the trail of sensation

Life can have its own temptations, ones that can deceive you
And make you disregard of your hallucination.

Never let go of your desire,
Achieve and attain for the thing before you expire
Hunt, pursue and chase
Don’t go on changing your phase
When you stroll away from your aspiration
The only thing you will face is a terrible commotion
Mould it into criticism, into appreciation
Ever new day is an appreciation, to catch up with your goal
Above are some valuable expressions,
To help you out whenever there is a notion
In short, this is not the time to waste,
Get up and get going, for this is just
MOTIVATION
- [1st July ‘08] –

Operative
05-09-2009, 07:53 PM
Nahh, I'm too lazy to fish up some of my stuff. Plus I haven't written in forever.

Actually, I think there's a bit hidden somewhere in my devart, but I cba right now. ;D

And AMG TOMBI! I didn't realize you posted the Two Dead Boys poem.

It was like my all time favorite when I was little. I even read it in a little poetry competition thing. XD

I saw your Haiku, Blast. Simply amazing. XD

Blast the Stereo
05-10-2009, 02:00 PM
I saw your Haiku, Blast. Simply amazing. XD

Ahahah, the short one? That was awesomely fun to write.

Vaughn
05-10-2009, 02:05 PM
Nice stuff, people. But we don't have it here where I live

Eh well I do write that is, whenever I feel like.
=)

Here's mine: (Old one) others are a quite too "sad"
[Мσтιναтιση]
One can never be sure of what awaits him
One can never foresee what the time has in store for him
But he can make most of his life
If he tries to think what is right
Only if he understands the true connotation
Of twist and turns and obstacles and deprecation
Also hindrance, obstruction and hitch
Only then there shall be no dilemma or mystification
In the moment of suspicion
Thee shall follow his own instincts to come up with an elucidation

Stay firm, tenacious and uptight
But never stray the path that is idolized
Never give up with your mission, no matter whatever is the delusion
In this situation, the only operation you can perform is perfection.

Ignore the scorn, never mind the impediment and denunciation
For your own goal is your ambition
Life can have many occasions
Of bliss and sulk and indignation
But never wander away from your aspiration
Discount these away and behold to the trail of sensation

Life can have its own temptations, ones that can deceive you
And make you disregard of your hallucination.

Never let go of your desire,
Achieve and attain for the thing before you expire
Hunt, pursue and chase
Don’t go on changing your phase
When you stroll away from your aspiration
The only thing you will face is a terrible commotion
Mould it into criticism, into appreciation
Ever new day is an appreciation, to catch up with your goal
Above are some valuable expressions,
To help you out whenever there is a notion
In short, this is not the time to waste,
Get up and get going, for this is just
MOTIVATION
- [1st July ‘08] –




Woah, dang!
That's so awesome!
I can't write really long poems, hard to rhyme.