Poetry war!!!

Post poems here to reply the previous poster!

Nothing except pure creativity is needed for this!

I shall start this off then!

Sound,
I hear in different forms,
some even making up social norms,
I hear many variations as it rings in my ear,
a living sound,
a gentle sound,
but why is a painful sound in which i hear?

The breeze I hear outside the window,
is that what it seems?
The light that swifted across the moonlight,
finding out a nevermore tree.
Its capitol was never in much motion
only seering through the pain.
What eyes it must see,
for it is never concealed.

Do we normally see whats there,
even if its placed in front of us,
bare.
Do we really believe what our eyes see?
or is it just our decision that makes it a reality.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I think SolMistral rules
How about you?

XDD

Solmistral, talk of town
Once it has left the ground.
being a better place
is what it wants to do,
so lets work hard!
me and you.

SolMistral is perfect I can say
Being one of them makes me happy I may...

Came 2 town
looking 4 job
and then suddenly
get lost
asking people near around
nobody care
and start crying.

W8 a minute, what I'm talking about?

with pistol in 1 hand
and candy in the other
dirt under my finger nails
and chocolate wrappers stuck in the rutter
leaving death and caramel nueget where I have been
a snack for the road, and an infectious grin...

With my pistol, i swear
To kill the person over there!

Fools gold feel misguided!!
As my own head goes retarded!!

Watching tv
watching anime
reading manga
reading paper
go 2 bed
what a simple life.

SolMistral...
realize thy superiority
one day it will rise
and RULE

not really a poem but hey, theres not rules to a poem XD

What r u talking about
What r I'm talking about
What r he's talking about
What r she' talking about
What r SolMistral talking about?

I guess dis is a good poem...lolz

roses r red
violets r blue
I have a migraine the size of petting zoo

To all who dare oppose me...
Behold my great big Mace...
Insult me one more time...
And I'll smack it in your Face...

to the plank you'll walk to see
that a sardine sandwhich waits for thee
crisp to the tongue and sweet to taste
soon your vomit will cover the place

I am an ancient prophet
Holding a decent trumpet
I also have a gun
Since I'll shoot you just for fun...

How could thou be ancient?
If thou exist today..
Should you be in the past?
and not thi day!

What kind of poem is that??
Was it written by a spoiled brat??
I'm not surprised you could care less
But I can see you lack an -s...

Roses are red
violets are blue
i'm feeling ti-red
how are youz

DeathsHand wrote:What kind of poem is that??
Was it written by a spoiled brat??
I'm not surprised you could care less
But I can see you lack an -s...

im not really a poet
so dont ask more of it..

If you take it seriously
Then it will bring such anarchy
Don't underestimate power though
For it feels like sweet and sour dough...

Our life changes
It will get better
Or will go chaos
And I guess this is a good poetry.

In The land of Corn!!
It is where I am Born!!
As a berserking Knight!!
A Terrible Fright!!
And I follow through Darkness not Light!!

I guess u r unknown,
But I guess its unknown,
My breakfast is unknown,
Maybe I am the unknown.