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It's a
poem, dude!

cats are neat, they cant be beat

I used to write a lot of poems in my native language, but not so much in English. Translating is hard.

manparts, ladyparts?
no matter, fits like a puzzle

hello
jello

Der var engang en abe
den boede i en skov
og den ku' svinge sig fra gren til gren
og ta' bananer.
Såd'n når den - bum -
rendte rundt og laved' sjov.

Danish sounds awesome no matter how silly the subject

Inimesed naeravad mul näkku,
kui ütlen hobiks "ma riistvõimlen",
tahaks kiirelt pista plehku,
aga vahel hoopis vastu sõimlen.
Arvavad vist et olen homorastne,
küljes riista katsumise maine,
on küll liigesed elastsed,
kuid kodus siiski ootab naine.




Google translates this ... well, somewhat ... but the wordplay doesn't translate at all. Riistvõimlemine means gymnastics on those metal bars and rings on ropes. Riist- is basically a dick in slang. See where I was going with this? :eyebrows:

People laugh at me in the face,
hobby when I say "I riistvõimlen"
'd quickly shove amok,
However, instead of the slang.
I guess I think that homorastne,
adhering dick touching reputation
Although the joints are flexible,
but at home, still woman waits.

Silver-eyed and silver-tongued, the watching Osporidium.
O'er abbatoirs it keeps its wretched post.
Its grating sings the slain to sleep; its knife-keen gaze the mem'ries keep.
Among who pass, it sees the end of most...

Oooh, Evan, that sounds pretty good. Unless one of the words I don't know actually changes the whole thing into a joke.

Keep em' coming , let's make this post the poem thread

A shapeless figure, locked away
Inside a realm it godly sways
To weave in light and shadow there
A living, moving world from air
And nightly does it host a guest
Who comes and goes at own behest
And time to time might seize the throne
To make the place a toy its own
And on the morn to leave the mess
Its keeper cleans, without protest
For lonely is the weaving-hand
The breaking one's its only friend

a dog is not a pony, whatever happened to kony?

winner

A flash of insight tears into my mind,
And for a moment, through a sea of black,
A brilliant light that nearly strikes me blind --
I seize for something I might carry back.

And to the mortal world a filament
Of intuition's world is strangely sent.
As brilliant as it be it seems a ghost
Before the whole a breath ago so close.

And to black oceans I will not return,
Through force or wish or poison of the mind.
Each step between these worlds is to be earned!
For precious are the treasures one might find.

The hist'ry books will praise the cunning thief,
Mere seconds in a lifetime spends beneath.

+1000 for sonnet!

Give me my pie
Or you'll have to die.

oh shit, I wrote a poem once:

 sunrise in the west
 traveling to new places
 hoping for the best

it's a haiku that rhymes, pretty sure that's worth extra points??


(you're supposed to listen to this song (http://labbed.net/music/Western%20Dawn.mp3) while reading it!)

summer rain

a cloudy spire of midsummer grace
destined to rule in a sudden

where it belongs is not yet known
but still, fate imagined it's place

inmidst all grues - it shall sing
a song of silence and fame

so on they tell, knowing of end
for the deaf will hear
for the blind will see
a thunder beyond embrace

There is work to do
Ambition fights contentment
Happiness can wait

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master

Master

Master of puppets

It's my turn
to return
from the dead
With Ed
Brains
Here comes the train

That was deep mang

couldn't help but think of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPRWuegS8l8

I'm the master of poems , it's not like I found the first one on reddit tho !

Thank you this changed my life now when death comes I will be ready

O Tigsource, O Tigsource,
why art thou so magnificent,
O Tigsource, O Tigsource,
you make rhyming difficult.

Goty 2013

Slumb'ring in a dark abode
Deep below the earthen roads
't toss and turn to visions hate
Of lust, of rage, of hands of fate
It sees not air, nor earth, nor sun
Not war, not famine, not wounded ones
The silence tells a greater tale
Than broken skin, cold and pale
And whence it crack those sullen eyes
its fingers shall unfurl
't bringeth forth a new demise
to the unsuspecting world

a red rose is red
a violet is a giveaway
sugar is bad for me
and so are you

What bows will not so eas'ly break.
Who laughs at chance will be its friend.
We follow but the roads we take;
We take but those from our way wend.

How wise were men to sail the air,
and not to forge against its flow!
We deviate by just a hair,
And nature takes us where we go.

The world is very like the sea,
With winds by different names and forms.
To master them, they master me.
To fly, I let myself be borne.

How foolish, to consign to hap!
And how things fall into my lap!


-- A tribute to a beloved book of mine, the Tao Teh Ching.

some like ac
some like dc
thomas edison is a dick

My hand has no claws
because it is for building...
Harder than breaking.

a b c d e f g
thats not a word
you lose at scrabble

To learn compassion,
cast away your prejudice,
and look very close.

My face is suffering
My belly is crying
My ass is burning

Workouts...