<!--QuoteBegin-Cookiebooger+Apr 28 2005, 10:14 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Cookiebooger @ Apr 28 2005, 10:14 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Stop the damn haiku! You really suck at them man! you just suck balls heh <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Takes one to know one. I am rubber, you are glue. <More schoolyard insults.>
Wow that's really low you must enjoy rhymes haha well here's another for you this isn't a haiku don't care so give me the glue and i'll stick you to the wall at the gym so everyone can see my art and the way i kicked ur butt
On a dark dreary night, Came a terrible fright, From a monstrous beast who knew He had me surrounded! My fears abounded: What was I going to do?
I heard a snarl From my good dog Carl. Would he save me from the fray? Eyes shone in the dark, Then I heard a small bark, As the beast ate Carl away.
Sweat dripped from my brow, What would I do now? The window's a good escape route! Jump three stories down? I am such a clown! I'll have to face off this clout!
I turned on the light, To check out this fright, A turkey stood tall and defiant! I grabbed my Scout axe, At the turkey I hacked, I beheaded the freak of a giant!
When I chopped off its head, I thought it was dead! But it rammed right into the wall! The big farmyard quirk, Went really beserk, Flipping heels over tail through the hall!
Finally it died, Now I wanted to hide! Did I just kill my next meal? It's Thanksgiving Eve, I couldn't believe That this wasn't a dream - <b>it was real! </b>
once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.
What's with all of these haikus? Poetry is much more fun to endure reading a line one by one and understanding it one word a t a t i m e so stop these damn haikus before i intend to poop on you stink you up and throw you out the window and have people count your bones one by one
A slow moving puddle a wave of astonishment time dwindles down as our crunchy earth is assimilated into sweet sucklings molasses attacks our island of bread.
We run towards the crust pervaded by hope we recognize the futility gnashed by a cutting savage only to return to a crude line forwarded by an extended wait the gooey mass spills along a velocity equal only to the growing of the winter grass
-
Growth Beyond The Roots
The plant is a blossoming behemoth ostracizing the setting millipedes peddling along the lime surface a grounded kite unable to depart to euphoria. The grass prays to the ground wind surfing on blades grasshoppers stand still rollie-pollies crawl away the cold air an omen that the bugs should solicit cover
-
Did a lot of poems in creative writing but those were the only two that my teacher said would probably be published. I don't really like them too much.
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"Jack"
Your name is old, your skin is cold. Your fury is warm, but you’ll do no harm. You hold so still in the cool autumn night, while your message dances oh so bright. So familiar and well known, yet a unique face to call your own. Smugly you wear the hunter’s hue, till hooligans turn you into goo.
"Sandman"
Darkness creeps all around Night eyes Discreetly spy The nearby resting town
And so he comes Into their homes Like the night before With all his lore
He’ll watch no clock They’ll hear no knock He needs no key No light to see
He makes no sound When into their eyes His magic dust flies Not a sprinkle touching the ground
I wrote those years ago for an English class. Haven't looked at them since :/
I'm absolutly no good at poems, but figured, "Hey, what the hell, I'll participate!" This was made...god...3 years ago? I was a sad, little, depressed man....so bear with me on it <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Stop The Pain
He grabbed his head in pain It throbbed uncontrollably He wondered about his life How it treated him so horribly
He fell to his knees He couldn’t stay on foot He wanted to end the suffering He grabbed the knife of where it was put
He rose to his feet Eager to use his knife And drain his body of the blood Slowly taking his away his life
He walked down the stairs With the knife in hand His family staring in wonder The little sister stopped in the sand
He walked to his favorite tree With the golden leaves beginning to shed With one swift motion to the chest He fell to the ground, and just bled
The blood filled every crevice in his hand Slowly dripping to the ground His face met with the concrete And he lay, until there he was found
You all suck since you let this thing die. Comprox will you make sure you post in this too? I mean you ruined my sig, and then you ran laughing laughing away with your ugly sig and then you shoot your self every night and with women who are twice as old as your mom so die you ugly sig ruiner i love you =]
<!--QuoteBegin-Private Coleman+May 2 2005, 08:46 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Private Coleman @ May 2 2005, 08:46 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-Jimmeh+May 2 2005, 02:27 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Jimmeh @ May 2 2005, 02:27 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> THURSDAY, RIDES THE TRAIN THE IRONY TRAIN TO NUBSVILLE ARR OHH EFF ELL NUB. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Too many syllables in second line.
You're fired. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I am sorry, Goth. I was half asleep this morn'. THIS THREAD GO BUMP BUMP.
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You really suck at them man!
you just suck balls heh <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Takes one to know one.
I am rubber, you are glue.
<More schoolyard insults.>
you must enjoy rhymes haha
well here's another for you
this isn't a haiku
don't care
so give me the glue
and i'll stick you to the wall at the gym
so everyone can see my art
and the way i kicked ur butt
Poems are rotten to the core.
I'd rather watch porn.
(Can anyone tell I'm running out of material yet?)
<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Times'><span style='color:orange'><b>Thanksgiving Eve</b></span></span></span>
On a dark dreary night,
Came a terrible fright,
From a monstrous beast who knew
He had me surrounded!
My fears abounded:
What was I going to do?
I heard a snarl
From my good dog Carl.
Would he save me from the fray?
Eyes shone in the dark,
Then I heard a small bark,
As the beast ate Carl away.
Sweat dripped from my brow,
What would I do now?
The window's a good escape route!
Jump three stories down?
I am such a clown!
I'll have to face off this clout!
I turned on the light,
To check out this fright,
A turkey stood tall and defiant!
I grabbed my Scout axe,
At the turkey I hacked,
I beheaded the freak of a giant!
When I chopped off its head,
I thought it was dead!
But it rammed right into the wall!
The big farmyard quirk,
Went really beserk,
Flipping heels over tail through the hall!
Finally it died,
Now I wanted to hide!
Did I just kill my next meal?
It's Thanksgiving Eve,
I couldn't believe
That this wasn't a dream - <b>it was real! </b>
it's better than mine ya know
my haiku is best
once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.
losing track of time
a moment
of perfection
forever mine
Poetry is much more fun to endure
reading a line
one
by
one
and understanding it
one word
a
t
a
t
i
m
e
so stop these damn haikus
before i intend to poop on you
stink you up
and throw you out the window
and have people count your bones
one
by
one
(modern)
Poems.
Is that it takes
(no skill)
to write one.
You can get away
with using;
S T U P I D
L
I
NE SP
A
C
I
N
G
and calling it
poetry.
Despite
<b>NOTMAKINGANYSENSEATALL!</b>
They don't even have to
ryhme!
The next sentence is true k?
Last one was false lol.
A slow moving puddle
a wave of astonishment
time dwindles down
as our crunchy earth
is assimilated into sweet sucklings
molasses attacks our island of bread.
We run towards the crust
pervaded by hope we recognize the futility
gnashed by a cutting savage
only to return to a crude line
forwarded by an extended wait
the gooey mass spills along
a velocity equal only to the growing of the winter grass
-
Growth Beyond The Roots
The plant is a blossoming behemoth
ostracizing the setting
millipedes peddling along the lime surface
a grounded kite unable to depart to euphoria.
The grass prays to the ground
wind surfing on blades
grasshoppers stand still
rollie-pollies crawl away
the cold air an omen
that the bugs should solicit cover
-
Did a lot of poems in creative writing but those were the only two that my teacher said would probably be published. I don't really like them too much.
Your name is old,
your skin is cold.
Your fury is warm,
but you’ll do no harm.
You hold so still in the cool autumn night,
while your message dances oh so bright.
So familiar and well known,
yet a unique face to call your own.
Smugly you wear the hunter’s hue,
till hooligans turn you into goo.
"Sandman"
Darkness creeps all around
Night eyes
Discreetly spy
The nearby resting town
And so he comes
Into their homes
Like the night before
With all his lore
He’ll watch no clock
They’ll hear no knock
He needs no key
No light to see
He makes no sound
When into their eyes
His magic dust flies
Not a sprinkle touching the ground
I wrote those years ago for an English class. Haven't looked at them since :/
This was made...god...3 years ago? I was a sad, little, depressed man....so bear with me on it <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Stop The Pain
He grabbed his head in pain
It throbbed uncontrollably
He wondered about his life
How it treated him so horribly
He fell to his knees
He couldn’t stay on foot
He wanted to end the suffering
He grabbed the knife of where it was put
He rose to his feet
Eager to use his knife
And drain his body of the blood
Slowly taking his away his life
He walked down the stairs
With the knife in hand
His family staring in wonder
The little sister stopped in the sand
He walked to his favorite tree
With the golden leaves beginning to shed
With one swift motion to the chest
He fell to the ground, and just bled
The blood filled every crevice in his hand
Slowly dripping to the ground
His face met with the concrete
And he lay, until there he was found
It is too big, prepare for
MODERATIONESS!
god dam lag
just my luck...
...telefragged.
<!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Comprox will you make sure you post in this too?
I mean you ruined my sig,
and then you ran laughing
laughing away
with your ugly sig
and then you shoot your self
every night
and with women who are twice as old as your mom
so die you ugly sig ruiner
i love you =]
Where are you, Doomaniac?
Its time to throw down!
DOOM just slinked off to his bed
IRC tells all
Can't I get my haiku on?
Stupid need for sleep...
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
I noticed something.
Posting in haiku is fun!
We should all do it.
It makes me glow like a sun
cooking a large bun
like hit with a frying pan.
Don't sleep on the bus.
Otherwise you are rambling.
Come on people, think.
The window's vibration hurts.
Don't lean on it long.
AND TYPING
ALL SHORTCUTS
WELCOME.
___
THURSDAY, RIDES THE TRAIN
THE IRONY TRAIN TO NUBSVILLE
ARR OHH EFF ELL NUB.
THE IRONY TRAIN TO NUBSVILLE
ARR OHH EFF ELL NUB. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Too many syllables in second line.
You're fired.
THE IRONY TRAIN TO NUBSVILLE
ARR OHH EFF ELL NUB. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Too many syllables in second line.
You're fired. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
You can only be fired if you were hired in the first place.
But I don't remember re-hiring you either Coleman. We both agreed that Norway is going to take your place.
Someone lock him up,
And lose the key for me,
Outdated hater.
:: EDIT ::
Damnit, it was <b>you</b> who has been buying out all my stock. Trying to buy me out, huh? The stockholders won't stand for this.
I quit!
And btw I made my own company now, it's called Colmanian Global.
THE IRONY TRAIN TO NUBSVILLE
ARR OHH EFF ELL NUB. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Too many syllables in second line.
You're fired. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I am sorry, Goth.
I was half asleep this morn'.
THIS THREAD GO BUMP BUMP.
It's a terrorist front
Organization
where Morpheus guides our dreams
(i.e. out of bed)
I am ready now
to respond to your challenge
May the best DOOM win.