10000 Poets Society

[Klopstock]

10000 Poets Society

This thread is devoted to promoting poetry in 10000 Islands!

Maybe you're an iambic pentameter man? Fond of limericks? Gaga over balads? Have no idea what any of those are, but feel like free styling a bit? All contributions are accepted. Discussion, (constructive) criticism, and general merriment are welcome. Non-poets are welcome too.

I'll start off by tagging known poets: Klopstock, Aersoldorf, Flemingisa, Nate NBNS, @tredania, Almonaster, Louisistan, and Paffnia. Feel free to tag other people.

And feel free to jump right in.

[Nate NBNS]

Feb 17, 2015 11:40:41 GMT -5 Klopstock said:

10000 Poets Society

This thread is devoted to promoting poetry in 10000 Islands!

Maybe you're an iambic pentameter man? Fond of limericks? Gaga over balads? Have no idea what any of those are, but feel like free styling a bit? All contributions are accepted. Discussion, (constructive) criticism, and general merriment are welcome. Non-poets are welcome too.

I'll start off by tagging known poets: Klopstock, Aersoldorf, Flemingisa, Nate NBNS, @tredania, Almonaster, Louisistan, and Paffnia. Feel free to tag other people.

And feel free to jump right in.

[Nate NBNS]

I'll try that again. Does this mean we get our pictures up on the post office wall?

[Klopstock]

That sounds like a great idea. Can you build us a post office, Nate NBNS?

I've been working on a "bad rap" poem about NationStates poetry. I like the concept and have been having fun with it, though It'll take some time.

[Nate NBNS]

Post Office
Boots hit floorboards with
Explosions of dust.
Clerk behind the grate takes
Surreptitious swigs of hooch.
Eyes you suspiciously.
He takes your submission
And cautiously matches you
With malefactors likenesses
On the wall.

[Aersoldorf]

That's brilliant Nate

[Deleted]

Barry the Butler,
knows no bounds.
Cleans absolutely nothing,
and makes weird sounds.
Likes to steal all the liquor
and the mayor's shiny crowns.
While acting like he's cleaning
and doing his rounds.

Barry the Butler,
is one swell guy.
That doesn't really set
his expectations that high.
Claimed he cleaned last night,
but caught him in a lie
as he grabbed the hooker next door
and we all know why.

Barry the Butler,
Has such great taste.
He knows just how
to not let alcohol go to waste.
He hides the bourbon
and even the scotch in haste.
And he hides it so well
that it can never be traced.

Barry the Butler,
He sets the trend.
Why his generosity
knows no end.
He knows just exactly
what secrets to lend,
When he's not out nightly
going on a bend.

Barry the Butler,
He's got the flair,
even if Barry
lost all of his hair.
But it's alright,
he doesn't care.
Just don't ask for his bourbon,
he doesn't like to share.

[Aersoldorf]

Random Thoughts

Random, speeding trains of thought
Amok inside my mind
Ride tangential rails with glee
Absurdity to find

M.C. Escher curse your stairs
I've climbed them now all day
Morphing minions jeering as
Confused I lose my way

Incoherent, uncontrolled
Hallucinations fly
Sanity my last refuge
Was killed in a drive by

[Coreyo]

This is a poem I made:

A paradise that has locked you in against your will,
A sad paradise that you won’t go if you’re awake,
A paradise that we can be together forever,
I can only watch you while holding my breath.

I can only do so cause it might break,
You look at me, you don’t look,
You look at me and it hurts,

Please stay here, I’m asking you a favor,
I’ll treat you better, I can’t let you go yet,

I must live, I must survive, cause I will stop some day.

[Deleted]

I made a poem for work:

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
You're reading a poem.
Isn't there work to do?

Also, since it's a retail/production type of business, this one:

Apples are sweet,
Lemons are sour.
Our daily goal
is 60 pieces an hour.

[Coreyo]

Nice and simple, Pengu.

[Coreyo]

I wrote a poem about a sanctuary, a peaceful place:

The sun is setting
The leaves fall-fall is setting in
There's a slight breeze outside
It's getting cold
I walk outside to feel the breeze against my face
I close my eyes and listen...
I live in a world where there's so much life around me
But for that moment I feel like I'm the only one
The only one, and for that moment I picture myself in another place
My Sanctuary
I go over and sit on a bench and can hear the birds overhead
My mind starts to wander
Life wouldn't seem so bad as a bird
They get to see the world
I would like to see the world
So much I have yet to see
So many people I have yet to meet
I open my eyes
I go back inside
Back to reality

[Great Britain & Scotland]

I'd like to tag myself

The breeze that blows, kisses my face,
But I the naive crave for love,
Had I seen the pouring affections,
I'd have seen peace in every dove.

I spite ignorance, and the foolhardy,
And yet, am I also not one?
I ceased to see the beauty of Nature,
Since the day Education has begun.

Now I only see numbers and graphs,
slides and shows of facts unknown.
If there comes another day to relive,
I would definitely make the run.

I don the appearance of sophisticates,
Yet in my heart crave simplicity,
This is a hypocritical paradox,
To be or not to be.

[Coreyo]

July is coming up, so I wrote a poem about it:

Creamsicle sky melts in July,
and drips down on our souls renewed.
From midsummer’s unstifled sigh,
creamsicle sky melts in July.
Our tent keeps secrets, we imply,
A fire sparks a sultry mood.
Creamsicle sky melts in July,
and drips down on our souls renewed!

[Great Britain & Scotland]

Nice! On July....

Its July.
What can I say?
As usual
Tim will go to work,
John will go to gym,
I will go nowhere,
trying to enjoy
July.

Its July
What can I say?
The oasis of summer,
will begin to give way
to the lofty bearings
the winds and tidings,
soon, but not now.

Its July!
What can I say......
Life will go on,
Tim will come back,
So will John,
We'll do a Barbeque,
And sit under the July moon,

On a July day,
In a July way
I will July say,
and while July away.

[Coreyo]

Jun 15, 2015 22:48:39 GMT -5 Great Britain & Scotland said:

Nice! On July....

Its July.
What can I say?
As usual
Tim will go to work,
John will go to gym,
I will go nowhere,
trying to enjoy
July.

Its July
What can I say?
The oasis of summer,
will begin to give way
to the lofty bearings
the winds and tidings,
soon, but not now.

Its July!
What can I say......
Life will go on,
Tim will come back,
So will John,
We'll do a Barbeque,
And sit under the July moon,

On a July day,
In a July way
I will July say,
and while July away.

Look who made a poem about July: The Poet Laureate Winner. Aersoldorf has another formidable rival!

[Great Britain & Scotland]

No rivalry, just poetry!

[Coreyo]

Jun 15, 2015 23:14:35 GMT -5 Great Britain & Scotland said:

No rivalry, just poetry!

Understood.

[Baden-Wuerttemberg]

Spring waved in passing
stirring rose bushes
not yet in bloom
reddish hue, green
lush in the dusk
full of promise of summer

[Duckyian Empire]

Me, in a nutshell:

He has arrived
On the shores of XKI
He was involved
On the shores of XKI

He was quite the spammer
On the Islands
He served in the Council
On the Islands

He wanted to be the best
During his time on the Islands
He wanted to be a Knight
During his time on the Islands

He was slacking
On the shores of XKI
He was disappearing
On the shores of XKI

He was missing
From the Islands
He was gone
From the Islands

He hopes to return
To the Islands
He yearns to return
To the Islands

He arrives one night
On the shores of XKI
He sees lots of changes
On the shores of XKI

He has his former glory
To look back upon
His memories of amazing friends
To look back upon

He wants to be the best
During his time
He simply wants to restart
During his time

[Louisistan]

*hugs Ducky*


Oh ... Erm.. Boundaries... Right.