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Astinus December 12th, 2011 10:38 PM

12 Days of Poetry
 
T'was the thirteenth of December
And a night to remember
For the mods, full of fear,
Thought of a poetry activity this year!
It's perfect for this holiday
Each poem written in a different way.
So writers, use your brain stems
And get a brand-new emblem!

Welcome everyone to the 12 Days of Poetry. Much like the 12 Days of Christmas, you will be gifting the Poetry subforum with twelve different poems. Each poem will be a different kind, ranging in difficulty. There will also be an explanation on the poetry kind, so everyone will have some understanding on it.

A new kind will be revealed every day until December 25th. When the giving is over, participants who wrote a poem for the twelve different kinds will receive a brand-new emblem! It's a surprise what it looks like.

Just post your Christmas tree in this thread, and the mod team will keep track of them. A new post will go up on the start of the new day, and the front post will be edited with the new style so everyone can follow.

And, as always, have fun!

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On the first day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me... A poem in the style of free verse!

Free verse poems are poems that follow no specific guidelines. They don't have to rhyme in a particular pattern. They don't have to follow any certain meter. The poet is more in control with this style of poetry.

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Day 1: Free verse
Day 2: Rhyming
Day 3: Haiku
Day 4: Limerick
Day 5: Enjambment
Day 6: Acrostic
Day 7: Doggerel
Day 8: Imagery
Day 9: Tanka
Day 10: Ballard
Day 11: Sonnet
Day 12: canzone

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List of Participants
Aisu: 3

DeathGodKyo: 2 3

Forever: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Kayges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Misheard Whisper: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Palladium: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

SeekerOfDarkness: 2 1 3 4

tente2: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Toujours: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Zeffy: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Misheard Whisper December 12th, 2011 10:49 PM

I'm in without a single iota of hesitation! Sign me up. (Do the poems have to be Christmas-themed?)

Free Verse - Something About Christmas

Something is coming,
It's the time of the year.
Everything happens at once.
People are rushing
Preparing for the time
When everything comes to a head
For the twenty-fifth is the time
When we all come together
And celebrate, however that may be.

We don't all believe in Jesus
We don't all believe in the virgin birth
We don't even all believe in anything at all
But there's something about Christmas
That puts such trivialities out of the way.
There's something about Christmas
That brings people together,
Regardless of differences of opinion.
There's just something unique

About Christmas.

Zeffy December 13th, 2011 1:52 AM

Ehh, I'll give it a go. Anything for the Poetry forum! Oh, and I suppose poems are supposed to be Christmas themed? Well, eh, anyways, here's my poem for day 1.

~~~~~

The dog who barked on Christmas

Bark, bark, bark!
Shouted the dog outside the door
Bark, bark, bark!
His paws fiercely stomped on the floor

Bark, bark, bark!
Shouted the dog again
Bark, bark, bark!
As there entered three tall men

Bark, bark, bark!
He wanted to break free
Bark, bark, bark!
When the horses neighed with glee

Bark, bark, bark!
A baby's cry was heard
Bark, bark, bark!
And the dog, full of pride, just stood

~~~~~

Palladium December 13th, 2011 8:07 AM

Givin' it a shot, you know before PC I'd never write a poem and actually show someone ^_^

Well, I'm not a poet but I try

~~~~~~~~~~ Nostalgia ~~~~~~~~~~


I remember,
Staying up until late,
Waiting for Santa.

I remember,
Feeling anxious,
To see my distant family.

I remember,
The satisfaction,
To see my Christmas gifts.

I remember,
Saying,
I’d never grow up

I also remember,
Breaking that one,
Promise that I made to myself,

Now times have changed,
Family has left,
I’m alone in this world,

Now I remember,
To always be a kid at heart,
And now,
The nostalgia will not depart.

Astinus December 13th, 2011 10:24 AM

The poems don't actually have to be Christmas-themed. But you do all get special bonus points for writing Christmas-themed poems. Maybe a special challenge will be to write all the poems about Christmas if you want.

But you've all been added to the list, and thank you!

Oryx December 13th, 2011 8:16 PM

Watch out for the wind,
it blows off your cap.
It attacks your face,
leaving
red
marks
Raw and vulnerable fingers and cheeks.

Frozen by the December wind,
But warmed by the December spirit.

... :3

Ho-Oh December 13th, 2011 9:50 PM

Celebi

Coloured green, like the ocean it flies above,
Earthly red, like the blood stains, stained for love
Luminescent White, like its soft wings,
Ever joyous, like the glee it brings,
Bold, yet calm, like the natures it wishes to avoid,
Insecure,
Scarred,
Frightened,
Like the world now destroyed.

Yeah, Christmas, Celebi... etc.

Astinus December 13th, 2011 10:21 PM

It's a new day for me (I'm in the Eastern Time Zone, so it's one in the morning now) so a new kind of poem!

On the second day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...poems with two rhymes in them!

This day is all about rhyming poems. Rhyming poems have similar-sounding words, or even the same word, at the end of lines. The rhyming pattern can be any way. Nursery rhymes are great examples of various rhyming poem patterns.

You don't only need two rhymes in the poem. You can have as many as you want.

Misheard Whisper December 13th, 2011 11:08 PM

FIRST

Rhyming Poem - Trim The Tree

It's time to decorate the tree,
So everyone gather round.
With carols and laughter and hullabaloo,
It's a marvellous, happy sound.

Everyone's brought a bauble or two,
To hang on the Christmas tree.
They sparkle and glitter and don't really match,
But they all look fantastic to me.

There's cheap plastic globes in all colours,
With red, gold and silver and blue.
And sparkling, fanciful stars
That let the draped strings of lights shine through.

And colourful tinsel in swathes and strands,
Strung liberally over the boughs.
It's a bit of a mess, but it's the best tree
Because before anything else, it's ours.

Palladium December 14th, 2011 9:25 AM

Spend some time doing this one ^_^
Here it is Austin ^_^

~~Tick Tock~~


Tick Tock,
Went the clock,
Nobody was awake,
Santa was his journey to make,

Tick Tock,
Went the clock,
Carols and bells were heard in the background,
Santa was flying all around

Tick Tock
Went the Clock,
Everybody slept,
Not even one noise was heard,
Except ,

That tick tock,
That went the Clock,
On Christmas Day,
Before the presents lay,

Santa took a sip,
And took a bite,
And with a quick leap,
He went off on the night,

What did he leave behind,you ask?
Presents and gifts,
Happy dreams to the darkness mask,
A mood lift,
And

That tick tock,
That went the clock

Oryx December 14th, 2011 12:08 PM

Bells in patterns, Christmas songs
Chiming over the large throng
Humming as they skip along.
Ding dong, ding dong.

Children laughing at the crowd
As parents shush them, "not too loud!"
But of course they still were proud.
Ding dong, ding dong.

Pretty stores all dressed up nice
Tags with fancy written prices
Smells like cinammon and spices
Ding dong, ding dong.

Kids are pulling, loud and strong
They're too young, they can't be wrong
Humming as they skip along
Ding dong, ding dong.

Freddy Fazbear December 14th, 2011 1:58 PM

Oops I missed the first day. Well, I'll just start with a rhymey poem then.

Let the Snow Fall

Outside, hear the angels
Singing loud and with cheer
While children fill the cold air
With laughter for all to hear
Quietly, the snow falls
While the children play
Today the snow has fallen
Let it fall all day

Ho-Oh December 14th, 2011 5:31 PM

Okay so I'm running out of time and I did this yesterday and since it has rhymes it can count so going w/ this. Not Christmas-related BUT OH WELL.

Nothing is impossible

Nothing is impossible,
Only our fears hold the improbable.

The distance between the stars and the sea,
The length of time between months and years,
Non-existant only if you believe.

The thoughts of those that have broken away,
Keep those memories, convince them to stay,
Embrace the now and live for each coming day.

bobandbill December 14th, 2011 7:31 PM

Updated the list.
Quote:

Oops I missed the first day. Well, I'll just start with a rhymey poem then.
You can always backtrack/catch up on previous days if you want.

Astinus December 14th, 2011 10:30 PM

Nearly forgot about this. Speaker!

On the third day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...three haikus!

Haiku is a type of poetry originating from Japan. It consists of three lines. The first and third lines have five syllables, and the second line has seven.

Again: No you don't have to write three poems.

Oryx December 14th, 2011 10:42 PM

Spirited children
"You can't have that," parents chide.
Saved for Christmas day.

Palladium December 15th, 2011 3:21 AM

You forgot to put Day 3 on the OP
Anyways, I have no clue if this is the right quantity of syllables per line, I don't know how to separate them in English '-_-
Anyways, here it is

~~ Writer ~~

A writer that can’t
Express himself is like an
Untouched white canvas

Blank and empty,he
Longs for something to soothe his
Aching lonely soul

He awaits for his
Savior, someone that can free
Him from his bound self



Also, my 200th post ^_^

Ho-Oh December 15th, 2011 3:54 AM

HAIKU DONE. Can I just say syllables were not my strong suit, (aka got people to help me confirm the amount of syllables!) lool.

PC members cry
Having tempted overlords
Infracted they are

Kayges December 15th, 2011 10:41 AM

I am quite late with this event, but I will just have to catch up. I'm not experienced at all in poetry, but I have an idea.

Free Verse ~ Crossing Paths

The carriage halts and I'm off,
Wind throwing my hair all over,
Dark clouds foreshadowing,
The cold air threatening all life,
A blizzard approaches us

In the castle we all cross paths,
He is wise and humorous,
She is warm yet serious,
And you are shy to meet my eyes,
We are destined to fight together

Rhyming ~ Team

Our eyes were light with fire
We all breathe in time
Our souls will never tire
As one, we cross the line

Not one of us feel lost
We banish dark with light
Protect each other at any cost
We share the will to fight

Haiku ~ Decisive Battle

Surrounded by foes
The tides of war are shifting
We struggle to stand

Our fire is dim
My vision is going red
Was our fate to fail?

I hear your voice, though
Rekindled is our passion
We tip the balance

Freddy Fazbear December 15th, 2011 1:51 PM

I can catch up? Awesome! I'll just do that then.

~Freeverse~

Tree of Lights

With colors dancing on a string
And silver bells of joyous song
The mighty tree stands tall and proud
For it has come a very long way

Through icy winds and freezing rain
It patiently waited for the day
When the man with the axe would set it free
And send it here for some family

It's seen the sun, it knows the stars
It's seen enough clouds to fill a lifetime
It watched its friends be born, then die
But all it wants is to be a tree of lights

Its fought the cold, defeated fall
Now it stands tall above all else
In your living room, a joyous sight
It knows it is a tree of lights

~Haiku~

A Snowflake

A falling snowflake
Sees the blanket down below
And knows that it's unique

Aisu December 15th, 2011 4:07 PM

Haiku, let's go!

A pure white blanket
It looks to be, anyway
But its really snow

Misheard Whisper December 15th, 2011 4:36 PM

Haiku

Christmas is something
Just a little bit special
For all those involved

DeathGodKyo December 15th, 2011 5:31 PM

Poetry... Mm, tastes good!
 
I can swallow this poetry all day! Wow! You guys are good! Unfortunately, I have no skills with which to contribute, but I'll try...

Haiku of awesome: Guardian

I howl to the sky
My tears stream from within me
Goodbye my Houndoom

Based on a text-based Pokemon RPG I played, where my Houndoom died saving me from a falling boulder.

Now for a more Christmasy one! Gosh...

Welcome to the Christmas Party!... Right?

Once upon a snow-white day
With all my problems drifting away
The excitement built like a torrent of joys
As I got ready to play with my newest toys

Houndoom ran in to wake me
But I was already awake and jumpy
I was happy to see him, and invited him to jump into my bed
But he just signalled me to follow him with a turn of his head

I groaned and was groggy, for I had had little sleep
But if I did not hurry, Crobat would make me weep
I laughed aloud as I ran to the living room
But what I saw out there made me swoon

For presents there were not under the tree
And with a turn of my head I would quickly see
Etched into the calendar, to my great dismay
Tomorrow would be Christmas Day.

Astinus December 15th, 2011 10:40 PM

I...have nothing to blame the lateness on except myself.

On the fourth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...four limericks!

"Limericks are short sometimes bawdy, humorous poems of consisting of five Anapaestic lines. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of a Limerick have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other."
From: here

No dirty limericks please!

Oryx December 15th, 2011 10:51 PM

From the sky came soft-falling snow
On children's faces all aglow.
They frolicked with ease,
and although they may freeze,
they'll look fondly back once they grow.

Misheard Whisper December 15th, 2011 11:13 PM

These things are so damn hard to write. (aka I really suck at them. Apologies for the poor quality of this.)

Limerick


There once was a small Christmas tree
Who wanted to visit the sea.
So he got in a boat,
But it just wouldn't float.
Now he's swimming with the fish, you see.

Palladium December 16th, 2011 3:23 AM

I already suck with poetry,and you come with this to me ... Can't guarantee quality. Oh, yeah, I didn't count syllables, so, might not be the right size.

~~ Regret (Limerick) ~~

For those worthless things we got mad,
For that one big gift we fought dad,
Growing apart our hearts we let,
Now we’re filled with regret,
Your face that once smiled, is now very ,very sad

Kayges December 16th, 2011 10:08 AM

I'm totally weaving my own story instead of going with Christmas themes.
Swimming against the current...oh yeah. :cool:

Limerick ~ Ouch

I tripped you for fun on the path,
But I was doomed to face your wrath,
After all of that pain,
I now think you're insane,
I demand that you draw me a bath

Astinus December 16th, 2011 11:51 AM

Don't worry at all about the quality of your poems. This is just for fun, and everyone who completes the challenge gets the prize. It's not just for those who write the "best" poems.

So just have fun! And I'm enjoying everyone's poems.

Freddy Fazbear December 16th, 2011 1:39 PM

Hmm, a limerick. Well, here goes...

Why I Never Go Ice Skating

The teacher was skating on ice
And all the students thought it quite nice
That the same figure eight
That teacher thought was so great
Cut a hole in the very fine ice

Astinus December 16th, 2011 9:40 PM

And now it's time for one of my favorite kinds of poems.

On the fifth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...five enjambments!

Enjambment poems have sentences that continue on to the next line. Like Joyce Kilmer's poem, "Trees":
Quote:

I don't think I will ever see
A poem as lovely as a tree
No syllable-counting today.

Misheard Whisper December 16th, 2011 10:17 PM

. . . seriously? XD

Enjambments

I took a Christmas holiday
One year; I travelled away
From home, far from home
And ended up in Rome
Somehow. I don't know what
Happened, but it was hot
In the city, even though
The seasons are reversed . . . oh.
I didn't think this poem through,
So let's just end it here.

Palladium December 17th, 2011 3:44 AM

I might have had to be a little more subtler

~~ Enjabment ~~

That last challenge given to me
Was a blessing in disguise. To give me
A break from all of that, boring
Syllable counting; Not that those
Weren’t funny, but syllable counting
Is kinda annoying.


I might have had to be a little more subtler

~~ Enjabment ~~

That last challenge given to me
Was a blessing in disguise. To give me
A break from all of that, boring
Syllable counting; Not that those
Weren’t funny, but syllable counting
Is kinda annoying.

Kayges December 17th, 2011 1:07 PM

Enjambment ~ Dream

As I lay by the fire
I succumb to soul's desire,
I could not fight back, you see,
because sleep grasped me so quickly
Now I dream of a place
where all move with such grace
and everything that I see
comes and goes so fluidly
I slowly wake, just to see
that this was certainly just a dream

Astinus December 17th, 2011 9:14 PM

ಠ_ಠ

On the sixth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...six acrostic poems!

Quote:

An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.
from here

Oryx December 17th, 2011 9:26 PM

Blahh I was on the road all day so I missed enjambment :(

Snowflakes gather in the strands
of her chestnut hair,
on her flushed cheeks
and reddened nose.
She collects them in her hand
and melts them
as well as his heart.

Okayyy, now acrostic:

Santa, I want a pony
And a sleigh and a DS!
Nearing time, rushing parents
Taking children to their friends
Acting on behalf of the "big man"

Christmas morning
Lights and gifts from "Santa"
Aaah, thank you Santa!
Until they age, never knowing
Santa's true identity.

Misheard Whisper December 17th, 2011 9:36 PM

Oh, look, I get to use clumsy enjambment again to make this thing fit. Acrostic poems always feel awkward as hell to me . . .

Acrostic

Christmas is representative of
Happiness, joy and general
Rejoicing.
It's also a time for people to come together,
Spending time with family
They haven't seen all year.
Maybe there'll be a party.
Alternatively, just a quiet celebration.
Something special happens either way.

Palladium December 18th, 2011 3:51 AM

Let’s take a different approach, shall we?


Candles lit
Humming happy songs
And reuniting the family
Not everyone share this happiness
Near this time of the year
Under our happy homes we sing
Key to happiness is this
Amour, how the French say, and
Happiness too

And since I’m bored




Claus is coming
Here, tonight
Right to our poor little home
I cry with joy,
Smiling today
This is a day of celebration
More and more joy to come
And let’s not forget to
Sing some happy songs

Kayges December 18th, 2011 8:31 AM

Acrostic ~ Heart and Mind

Everything has a purpose
Never have I thought of this before
Living in luxury for far too long
Ignorant to the outside and the inside
Grand has my journey been, though
Heavy were the tasks at hand
Through our travels, land and sea
Endings never before so bittersweet
Now we've come to see the signs
Everything has a purpose
Divine are our hearts and minds

Astinus December 18th, 2011 9:13 PM

On the seventh day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...seven doggerels.

Quote:

A Doggerel is a light verse which is humorous and comic by nature - often viewed with disdain as containing little literary value.
from here

Oryx December 18th, 2011 10:03 PM

Landed on the roof last night, Santa Claus sure did,
Grabbed his great big sack and down the chimney boldly slid.
That's why there's so much soot on the floor of our big den,
But now that he's been in here once, he won't be here again.

He searched it in confusion for the missing Christmas tree,
Found no stockings hanging where they should be hung with glee.
He saw no flashy garlands, no lights upon the rail,
And the cookies sitting out were old, dry, and stale.

Then he saw one thing that made him cry out in surprise,
And shimmy on back up the chimney just to get outside.
He didn't check his list with care that night, it seemed to me,
'Cause then he saw the menorah on top of the TV.

Misheard Whisper December 18th, 2011 10:31 PM

what the **** is this

Doggerel

Santa lost his sack one day
It seemed that it had run away.
He searched for it high, he searched for it low,
But nowhere at the North Pole did it show.

"Oh no, what shall I do?" he cried
"It's like a part of me has died.
Without my sack I'm half a man.
Anyone, help me if you can!"

But just then, Mrs Claus stepped up
And said, "Honestly, give it up!
You old damn fool, stop talking tosh.
I just put the darn thing out to the wash."

Zeffy December 19th, 2011 6:36 AM

Phoo-ey! Now that I've gone and finished stuff, I can finally catch up on this! :3

Rhyming

Today's evening is tomorrow's morning
Yet I cannot say what I truly feel
Although I try to say what is inside
I have wounds that have yet to heal

For it was an afternoon of sorrow
And a morning filled with joy
Today's evening meant a fruitful morning
But my days were nothing but a toy

I cannot see but I can feel
Your words may seem strong and bold
As my days are counted from every hour
But yours are still waiting to be unfold

Haiku

It was still evening
12 o'clock midnight has struck
It is now morning

Limerick

(oh god I knew this was going to pop up ;_;)

Let us all remember this day
When we shared what we have to say
When we leave we say goodbye
When we meet we all say hi
I cannot wish, but I can pray

Enjambments

(this is really not something I like doing...)

I hid behind the chimney
While waiting for you
In my hands are milk and cookies
Waiting to be eaten by you

I have never seen you
But I know you exist
And if ever I don't see you coming
I still have your milk and cookies

So hey Santa Claus
I saw you kissed my mummy
So you have to take my cookies
Or else, I'll have to drink your milk

Acrostic poem

People everywhere are rushing
On every store they run
Kept on running before midnight rests
Everywhere was very crowded
Mothers push their carts
On crowded counter tables
Not a sight of joy was found in their faces

Doggerel

(and I was like wuuuut xD)

And Santa came rushing down the vent
A very unusual place for him to go
Although I know he can make it through
He didn't seem to fit through it

So I went and rescued him with my stick
I poked and poked the big fat man
But to my surprise it wasn't a man
A donkey jumped up, to my surprise!

This donkey had stockings where it shouldn't be
Had socks where his mouth should have been
But alas, it was again an illusion
A cruel, fat Santa came into my sight

So I let go of the man the red suit
And down the vent he came falling
I cannot stop myself laughing
For he is stuck in there again

tente2 December 19th, 2011 8:31 AM

I might as well. I'm horrible with this daily kind of thing (does anybody remember the 30 days where you had to post a video?) but it seems really fun (I said that about the last thing I joined something @[email protected])

They are going to compose a story, told from various different people or sometimes narrated 3rd person. I think it's going to be more fun, artistic and enjoyable, not to mention intriguing. I am totally not campaigning for User of the Year

1. (Freeverse) The Girl Who Knew No Christmas

Once there was a girl,
A girl who visited these lands when she was young.
She left out of spite and misery
Pretended she was
Travelling, Journeying
Searching for peace and love
But in reality, she only searched
For what she never had.

The guilty pleasures she kept in her heart
Drove her to envy and malice
Flame-headed and innocent
She started, naivety impeding her path
Anger dwelling
In the dark lair she calls her mind

Never had she any love
Save for her apathetic mother and forgetful father
Who, in retrospect
Were little to combat
Such jeers, such negative thoughts.

Never knew any Christmas,
Thoumaeus, girl of red hair.

2. (Rhyming) That Poor Little Girl

I knew when she was a lass
At dawn she would catch bass
At the little pathetic lake
She called her only break.

When she made cookies with me
I could not help but cry,
Could not help but sleep with the sheep
That night everything felt right.

Thoumaeus, sweet girl of rowan
What happened, what happened to my rowanberry?
I knew I treated you with neglection
I knew I was little of a mother for my little rowanberry.

Your father and I, although we got by
We missed you without comparison
There's still some cranberry pie
Waiting on the counter, topped with rosemary.

(I apologize for a) switching rhyming format after the first stanza and b) the last stanza not rhyming in the least, the only other thing I could think of was "marijuana" XD)

3. (Haiku) Desire

What she wants from here
Nobody knows, Intrigue floods
These streets filled with jolly.

4. (Limerick) Doubt

(I'm going to *try* to make this Anapaestic, based on the not-very-reliable information Wikipedia offers <__<)

Sensed something bad about her
It feels wrong to have her learn
What has changed with this town
When I saw her on the mound
To have her near, she isn't dear
To these streets she shouldn't be

5. (Enjabments) Knowlegde is Volatile

(I'm syllable-free! YAY!!!!)

I know
What happened the night
She appeared, as if out of
Thin air that was so sweet
But has turned so bitter
With rumors and malicious comments.

I know
Why she decides
To face this town that hates
Her, only her,
That wishes her gone
Wishes her suffering
Which is crueler?

I know
Why she braves her fears
Why she seeks this path
Of inevitable doom
She seeks to redeem
She's tired of hiding
She wants freedom,
Chains of guilt unravelling.

I know
They say I'm weak,
I'm a fool
But I could care less
I have this knowledge
I will confront her
Help her
For a know the feeling of being lonely

So,
I, Coyle, puny weakling of this town
Will stop thinking
And start acting.

6. (Acrositic) They Turn Blind Eyes

Stop pretending you don't see
You know it's happening
Don't deny it
I know you're hiding it
A poor girl is trying to feel content
Nevermind another's intent

I will not tolerate this.
Maybe you don't see

Baker I may be
Easy to say I'm useless
Trouble to convince the masses
That I can make a difference
Eavesdropping say I'm not popular
Regardless...I won't stand for this

Trouble to comprehend this
Hard to say I'll be heard
And I understand your defendance of your town but
Negligence won't improve it

You may be right
Of course it would cause a riot
Understand this poor girl's suffering.

(I couldn't resist. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I realized my first stanza said "SYDI")

7. (Doggerel) What is She Doing Here

I was at this pastry shop
Which sells these small
Really, really, REALLY
Tiny bagels
That taste like blue cheese
When I peek out the window
And through the falling snowflakes and cover of white (which, I should add, is similar to my cat's fur, except white because my cat's fur is black)
I see against the white, a flame-headed girl stands out
(Because we all know that red and white don't mix. Except for that one time when I saw this fat chick at the mall, who was wearing a really hot red & white coat that reminds me of my cat's fur, except red & white)
I said, "Oh crap, what is she doing here?"
I remembered what I said to her the last time
And I ducked behind the clerks cashier counter

He shrieked
And had a heart attack
I was stuck in a dilemna: Let the guy die, or bring him to the hospital at the risk of being spotted?

I decided what I said last time
Was far too frank
So I let the poor guy's little heart beat out
It's last little beats while I hid behind his counter
(Which is like my cat's fur, except harder, smoother and made out of granite and wood)

So then suddenly this prostitute
Comes in, snuffs her cigarette
I was incredibly surprised
I thought our town didn't have any prostitutes.

But then I realized
In a shocking revelation
That she had no cigarette, she was no prostitute
I was just my imagination.
She only seeked a Christmas gift
For tommorow's Christmas celebration.

Then I suddenly pondered
As the false-prostitute chick let out a shriek of her own
Whether Thoumaeus would show up at the party
It would be incredibly awkward if she came and we met faces.

Yet, I wished not to miss such fest
So, buttoning my vest,
I brought both to the hospital,
One I found on Craig's List.



That's it! Writing it was surprisingly fun, too. (Except for that stupid limerick--that was just boring and stupid and a nightmare to write. It isn't even real literature as far as I'm concerned.) Well, I'll subscribe to this thread *just* make sure I don't forget.

And remember kids, now you know who to vote for User of the Year

Kayges December 19th, 2011 10:25 AM

Doggerel ~ Anger Games

Your wrath was comming again, I knew too well
Your staff at an intimidating angle once I fell
I cried for help, but those two didn't come
They knew better for they would feel it too
I couldn't blame them,I don't think
But how could they sit there and watch me sink?

It's a silly game we like to play
Who can anger him the most and get away?
Clearly not me, as you can see
He was going to swing and I could see it now
A big bruise, the size of a stone right on the crown!
So, those other two had better run away
For I most definitely will make them pay

Definitely not my style of poetry, hahah.

Palladium December 19th, 2011 2:34 PM

Sorry,but I don't have a sense of humor
So you'll have to get this crappy poem

There was once a kid
That liked the space
Every day, he looked up in daze
Wondering when
He’d finally go there
In one of these
A star fell
His wish, you ask?
Well,
The boy was smart,
And wished not to go to space
Rather he wish to see that star up close
To keep as a souvenir
He wished and wished and kept waiting
The star suddenly changed its course
And reached the boy
Shame the poor boy
Hadn’t realized
That falling stars,
Are just large rocks
And that that wish
Was now wasted

Astinus December 19th, 2011 10:26 PM

On the eighth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...eight Imagery poems

Quote:

Imagery Poems draw the reader into poetic experiences by touching on the images and senses which the reader already knows. The use of images in this type of poetry serves to intensify the impact of the work.
More http://www.types-of-poetry.org.uk/27-imagery-poems.htm]here

Palladium December 20th, 2011 5:13 AM

I'm not sure of what this kind of poem is, exactly, but will give it a shot


After that long trek,
I have finally reached my destiny,
A few feet will not stop me,
Just a cave between me and victory
Inside, it’s dark and cold
Filled with rocks,
Each one representing,
Lost dreams,
That takes me back
To before I travelled
And settled my destiny
It may sound condescending
To think I am destined to be big
But it’s a hope of mine
And as they say
Hope is the last to die

Hope this work, cuz I'm not doing that again

Oryx December 20th, 2011 7:53 AM

Plum

The cold, sweet piercing
droplets gathering around the broken skin
pinkish red, the color of sweet sin
It bursts into radiance
inside the mouth of a child
dark purple shining in the sun.

tente2 December 20th, 2011 2:29 PM

This is nothing compared to that retarded limerick I had to write...*shudders*

8. (Imagery) Doorway

Crimson lines
Golden trimming
A button so innocent
That could cause so much misery
It's only purpose
Make a noise
Yet somehow, so chaotic
Would be the result of such a noise.

Finger against doorbell
That wretched sound again
The girl hadn't heard it
Since she fled these streets she loathed.

Then, that gateway,
Into a world now unknown
Some would call a encounter
Some would call a greeting
Some would call a reunion
She would only say she's
Met this woman before.

The door, the door
With it's wreath of golden red leaves
Knob of delicate designs
Holly trees on either side
Guards, to this meeting on what
One would call a doorstep.

It was with a tender hug
That now meant nothing to her
That Thoumaeus, fiery red hair
Auburn like the leaves of said wreath
Adorning such gateway to possibility
Adorned itself with rowan.


Kayges December 20th, 2011 3:14 PM

Imagery ~ Moonlight

Gentle breezes sweep the hair from your eyes,
We both smile and look up to the skies,
The stars are shining golden tonight,
And our faces stricken pale by the moonlight,
The trees rustle with the breeze,
The air filled with such serenity,
Will we ever have another night as perfect as this?
Could we seal this memory with a kiss?

Astinus December 20th, 2011 9:59 PM

On the ninth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...nine verse poems

Quote:

Verse is a single metrical line of poetry, or poetry in general (as opposed to prose which uses grammatical units like sentences and paragraphs).
From here

tente2 December 21st, 2011 10:24 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Astinus (Post 6974998)
On the ninth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...nine verse poems

From here

I...don't understand...

When are we going to do ballads or couplets?

Astinus December 21st, 2011 10:55 AM

Since this kind is rather confusing, I'm going to change it.

The new poem type is tanka: five lines of poetry. First and third are five syllables and the rest are seven. And I'll also give extra time for everyone to work on their poems to make up for this.

Palladium December 21st, 2011 12:22 PM

~~ Tanka ~~


I was wondering
Here, what are tankas, if
Not some overgrown
Haikus? I mean, they are
Surely nice, and similar


For tanka and haiku I used the japanese syllable count

Kayges December 21st, 2011 1:52 PM

Tanka ~ Easier Said

I will try for you,
Although my heart aches this way,
It's easier said,
You must be worth it all though,
For me to feel this strongly

tente2 December 21st, 2011 5:58 PM

Tanka, huh? Well, it's certainly more understandable if not a haiku rip-off.

9. (Tanka) Those Insulting Stares

Only insulting
Eyes, those of malice, arrogance
Greeted her entrance
Uninvited arrival
Only disturbing the fest.

Zeffy December 21st, 2011 7:32 PM

Imagery

And as the war continues
The more red blood is spilled
And the blue skies turned gray
For it was a day of devastation

Faraway was the land of salvation
Filled with streams of cool water
And bluer skies than any other
But alas, only a miracle can save us

And as the yellow sun turned red
It marks the end of another day
Many have died, some are fatally wounded
But yet we still choose to continue

When will we finally see that blue sky?
When will we stop spilling blood on earth?
How much more do we have to take?
When will this war stop?

Tanka

Always confusing
Writing syllable-based poems
I am not happy
For counting with my fingers
Is never an easy task

Ehh, this'll have to do. xD

Oryx December 21st, 2011 7:39 PM

Be a silent lamb,
Do not fight with the big wolf.
It's vicious and strong
and no way you stand a chance.
Silence is your one reprieve.

Astinus December 21st, 2011 11:51 PM

Ballad

A ballad tells a story, typically about love, and has a repeated refrain. Think of it like a love song.

tente2 December 22nd, 2011 6:50 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Astinus (Post 6977027)
Ballad

A ballad tells a story, typically about love, and has a repeated refrain. Think of it like a love song.

YES!!!!!

*cough*

10. (Ballad) Memories

It was only the dawn that
Marked the end of such a party.
Dinner was hostile
An air of hatred.
Moments of happiness now nothing but memories.

Yet, the girl of rowan
Who without shame, without qualm
Made sure to overstate her welcome
Made sure to make them uncomfortable
For it was a delight of pure malice
Moments of happiness now nothing but memories.

With grudge and silent whispers of
Intentions far from kind
Many a guest
Felt very obliged
To send her out on the streets, invited she was not.
Yet for being the host,
One kind to the girl she loved most,
Thoumaeus, fiery auburn hair
Stayed that night, her heart filled with might
Moments of happiness now nothing but memories.

But, staring out into
A dying night, a waking dawn
Morning ahead, she still has one task to accomplish
There is a man who,
Even after such events of
Hostile murmurs, unwilling greetings, refusal to be hospitalable
There is one mand who seeks her help,
Moments of happiness now nothing but memories.

Astinus December 22nd, 2011 9:09 PM

sonnet

Fourteen lines long, with three four-line long stanzas (quatrains) and a concluding couplet (two lines)

tente2 December 23rd, 2011 7:43 AM

11. (Sonnnet) Pherros

It was
Dawn that seperated them
Not hardships, not resentment
Which was fitting.

Dawn passes with time
Emotions are eternal
Perfectly matching the
Silhouette of their relationship.

The man who called himself Pherros
Had no further emotions with her
Than a buisness partnership,
Hollow companionship, mission-oriented friendship.


Little did he know
She had more feelings for him than that.



I'm doing surpringly well with this daily thing...

Kayges December 23rd, 2011 6:36 PM

Ballad ~ Balladshy

Longer than a simple poem
Your hearbeat's gone awry
Careful as a symphony
To know you're balladshy

The Siren Song is calling you
Will you live or die?
Quick to close your ears
They know you're balladshy

Going, flowing
Always aware of their knowing
Feel the earth quake, see the light
Can you even last one fight?

Test of time? Test of love?
Like a clock or like a dove?
Don't you even try to lie,
We all know you're balladshy

Astinus December 23rd, 2011 10:32 PM

canzone

Has five or six stanzas, with one concluding stanza.

And I'll edit the first post when I'm not doing everything by the light of my monitor.

bobandbill December 23rd, 2011 11:38 PM

Don't worry, I've been updating the last few things for you, Astinus.

Speaking of which, that's the tweleth poem, people, so you'd want to get in! The emblem's already been made as well and just needs uploading by an admin.

Ho-Oh December 24th, 2011 8:05 AM

HI GUYS I CAUGHT UP, MASS UPDATE, ALL DONE. :) last few poems suck okay

4. Limerick:
I once decided I wanted to fly
I had to learn, did not want to die
Grabbed a lifejacket,
Threw it on, made a racket,
Then I decided to eat a pie.

5. Enjambment:
It started to rain down on him
As he got stuck into his sugar tin
He asked his sister
"Since it's raining now, is there going to be a twister?"
She replied that the rain showed no indication
Of anything other than precipitation
And that he should use an umbrella
Otherwise he would be a wet fella.

6. Acrostic:
After the war, one soul was left wandering the earth,
Left lingering were the scarred remains of a once strong man,
Only after years of torment can he finally attempt to rebuild himself,
Now he must find his way back home to escape the memories,
Eventually finding those he loved have now left him, he is now alone.

7. Doggerel:
Santa was looking for a wife,
Not a tall one, not a short one,
Just a woman which could sharpen his knife.

Santa decided to head to the supermarket,
Hoping that he'd get a peek into a woman's compartment,
Looking in the food section to no avail,
He started to wonder if he'd have to say "I failed".

Santa decided he couldn't give in,
So he headed to the bakery's bin,
He checked the bin three times,
But still, he did not manage to find a wife.

Santa was distraught, so he yelled with great fear,
"Women, won't you come ride in my car tonight?"
Out of the shadows a lady appeared,
She was round and was drinking beer.

Santa yelled with such glee,
Knowing that the one who found a wife was he.

8. Imagery:
The sun beamed through the windows,
All that could be seen was white light.

She moved her head so she only saw half of the light,
It glared into her eyes.
She felt the wind blow from the east,
As the curtains began to dance.

The purple curtains flew in front of the white.
As the white dodged the other curtains,
The wind began to it it,
Throwing it all over the room.

Moments later, the sun began to fade,
The darkness started to appear,
The moon came out of hiding
And she started to fall asleep.

9. Tanka:
I own a parrot.
She likes to call out often.
She enjoys bird seed.
She is a happy parrot.
She could not be happier.

10. Ballad:
She was only twenty,
Blonde hair, long legs, and a smile that couldn't be stopped.
When she took a step, only silence was heard,
Nobody would dare utter another word.
She made the world fall silent.

He was only twenty-one,
He was brunette, and a had soft touch.
Everyone said the two should be together,
He never had had a chance to speak.
His lips were frozen, could not move.
She made the world fall silent.

During the next few weeks he followed her,
Watched her,
Never saying a word.
Quietly wondering if she could be his,
He planted an invitation in her bag.
He walked away without a sound.
She made the world fall silent.

They only had this one night together,
He, too afraid to speak,
She, too confident to give him a chance.
He tried to look into her eyes,
Searching for something that could bring the two together.
His eyes met hers,
They both smiled.
She made the world fall silent.

Words no longer escaped him.
He grabbed her,
Pulled her in,
Put his lips on hers.
Nobody could say anything else.
All they could do was watch.
She made the world fall silent.

11. Sonnet:
It was Christmas morning,
A little girl walked from her bedroom,
To the Christmas tree,
And started to shake her presents.

It wasn't time to open the presents,
So the little girl went to eat a snack,
She grabbed a hold of the largest handful of popcorn she could find,
And started to eat it.

The time arrived to open presents,
So she walked down the hallway,
Taking in every sight,
Remembering that it was Christmas morning.

She enjoyed the simple things,
She was only just seven.

12. Canzone:
I'm breeding.
I've been breeding for hourse,
Months, and even years.
The breeding will never end,
As long as there are puppies to be had.

When I put my foot down on my bike,
My emotion is heightened
and my motivation is lifted,
As I continue to breed,
Every day,
Every night.

I see wild Audino in the grass nearby,
I consider stopping to talk to them,
But I keep my eye on the road.
I can't let any distractions get in my way,
As I breed each and every day.

The old man says my Herdier is doing fine,
But yet no breeding is happening.
I wait,
I wait patiently,
and still, no puppies are found.

I tell the old man I want the puppies now,
But all he does is laugh in my face.
He exclaims, "You can't have puppies!"
I look at him wondering what he means,
Realising that I am a human
and that I sound crazy.

I bred everyday,
and finally my puppies came.
I raised them to Stoutland,
and now Unova is theirs.

Kayges December 24th, 2011 2:22 PM

Sonnet ~ Oceanic

Kingdoms fallen one by one
One side dark and one side light
And the commoners decide to run
For they knew this was not their fight

One young girl roams the land
The last remaining of her family
Still so young, yet grown too old
Her heart stays warm, but her shell stays cold

She falls to the sand
And the waves wash over her
And yet so tired, she dares to stand
The fire in her eyes say it's not over

Kingdoms fallen one by one
A Queendom then begins to rise


Canzone ~ Bittersweet End

The end has come
but we knew its course
We stand together
No regrets, no remorse

You may call us fools
But is it foolish to not be fooled?
Together we embrace our fates
And we rejoice in the end

The lights are shining above us
And the earth trembled as we danced
No sadness in this small town
Friends all over hand in hand

But we weren't surprised when we realized
The lights were the stars exploding
Shining their brilliance upon us
Even the northern glow shattered

And the earth not only shook for us
But it trembled its own dance
And we danced with the land now
Anticipation towards the very end

You might say we're fools
But you've only made your fate bitter
And in our end we must conclude
We've met our fate and made it sweet

I had a lot of fun with this! Thanks for creating this opportunity for people to branch out in poetry Astinus and bobandbill. (=

tente2 December 24th, 2011 3:06 PM

12. (Canzone) Farewell

Farewell my
Town of birth
I hold you no remorse
For I have cleansed my resentment.

I have made your Christmas horrible
Unimaginably uncomfortable
That is my only wish
Now I may leave.

Truthfully, maybe you have learned
As much as I
About our society, our standards
For my guilty pleasures where not mine alone.

This man, he calls himself Pherros
He thinks outside the box
We have matters to attend to
Outside of your concern

Maybe you should
Take more than a thought
To decide who you cross
And who you forgive.

P.S. COUGHI'm leaving this poor town losersCOUGH


I didn't even miss a day (other than when I first signed up.) I'm so proud of myself! In fact, this event was rather short...I'm sorry the ending was so abrupt, but I thought there were more poems to write. Sorry!

bobandbill December 24th, 2011 6:24 PM

Congratulations for finishing! BTW the mblem has been uploaded, so you three should have it now. As for other people, it looks like this:

http://www.pokecommunity.com/images/emblems/forum-specific/fanfiction/pc_12daysofpoetry.png
Quote:

I had a lot of fun with this! Thanks for creating this opportunity for people to branch out in poetry Astinus and bobandbill. (=
You're welcome! Good to hear that you guys liked this. Also I'll note that some credit ought to go to Palladium for suggesting it in the first place.


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