The Official Infinite-Story Poetry Thread!

[thoric]

High-time we had one. Let me start things off with...

Old Wooden Swing

A whoop and a cry of delight
Forward and backward she swayed
Perched upon that wooden swing
Revelling in the beating wind
Revelling in that sensation
Of flying high among
Cooing doves and cawing ravens
Her laughter rang out like
The eternal song of Joy
Echoing across the sunkissed vale
Ancient Banyan tree
Old as time and wise
Woody limbs spread wide
Holding the valley in temperate shadow
Swaying around a gnarled old branch
The creaking wooden swing
Up it went and paused
To come crashing down again
Up and down it goes
Like the dance of Life itself

[Usoki]

Sonnet Pi

A sonnet, I feel, is very stupid.
Most have no title but a number.

They speak of love, and of fair cupid,
But I wonder if it is not a waste of lumber.

The author is forced within certain rules,
From which they must never stray.

And so, they trod on, like weary mules,
Much too weak to utter a bray.

Would you smear a canvas in paint,
And make an artist paint around the line?

It gives the whole thing a horrid taint,
Which will wear away at the shine.

Yet, as I go through all of this pain,
I cannot help but feel a certain gain.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Thoric, I really like your style, man. You have a way with words that draws the reader in.

The 2nd half of the poem especially. I just can't believe it. Beautiful. You are a word smith, my friend. I would really encourage you to keep it up.

I like trees.

[Vesnic]

To appease your dendrophilia, Chubby, here is a link Thoric sent me earlier. And the number of the day is...trees!

http://frostfirepulse.com/10-most-ma...s-in-the-world

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Actually, thanks for the link, Ves.

When I look at Earth and life I put humans on the bottom of the list - and I mean very bottom - and trees on the top.

That being said, I still hate hippies.

But Thoric meant this thread to contain poetry. Sorry, dude. You know how it is around here.

Again, thanks for the link, Ves.

[thoric]

Thanks for the compliment Chubby.

I have a softspot for trees too, especially the banyan tree which often figures in my writing. I just find it fascinating. The reasons, I am unable to put to words.

[thoric]

The earth shakes as the wardrums beat
Steely boots truding along
Crushing in tandem, flower and leaf
And it echoes, that warsong
Looted and plundered, this army has
Villages razed to the ground
I too have raped and killed
And I regret it not at all
For that is the way of the soldier
That is the price we must pay
The conscience - A figment of our imagination
That is the warrior's way

A poem about a soldier trying to justify his excesses. I still don't have a name for it.

[End Master]

I liked that one.

[Leblanc4prez]

A fifth of Leblanc

Darkness. This is all I see when I look around. Why are all things dark?
My mind is no more than a seething, bubbling cauldron of thoughts, most to elusive to ever grasp.

All my life I've been lonley, never finding another person I could talk to, who would understand the evil demon known as Aspergers. So in their great and infinate wisdom, the Gods of my mind crafted me a friend. It's name was Shippo and I finaly had a companion.

Years have passed and still I can find no solace in humanity, all there is are my ego, alter ego's and you.....

-dedicated to the nice people at infinate story who let me type what I feel-

[Vesnic]

*snaps fingers* That was very moving, Leblanc. Thank you!

And, uh, you're welcome!

Viva Shippo! (and all the others) But especially you!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

*raises his glass of vodka*

Cheers!

[Leblanc4prez]

Shippo's poem

Simple simon met a pieman going to the fair.
Said simple simon to the pieman "Can I have an icecream please."

A Haiku by Psy

Take me, Germany!
I want to drink good strong beer
and wear funny pants.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Death eternal
Life short waste
Death so sweet the bitter taste
Life the only curse until
Death the only wish fulfilled

Death the lover
Grave the bed
Death the only bride I wed
Lay me down my soul to keep
Death my lover in the deep

Grim the harvest
Grim the end
Grim the reaper’s scything rend
Grim the thoughts that living tend
Grim the hopeless tide I fend

Words so fruitless the endeavor
Words of truth my mind to weather
Life the only truth alluding
Death the truth of life intruding

[donteatpoop]

Cooties really do exist
I got some from your mom
I woke up and I found some bumps
Where bumps do not belong

[ChubbyTeletubby]

I don't want to hear it, dude. I WARNED you. Poetic justice is what I call it.