Love and cherish

[koblano]

Is no one else poetic?

 

[icu2]

the first poem is the best in my humble opinion
I liked your stories better

 

[owa]

cucs is the best!

 

[Jaredster]

Originally posted by Aisha
;/ uh huh ok heres one i made up

VB, your annoying us all, dont be so damn rude too everyone here like your a damn queen, if you cannot take crits from others, good or bad, dont post them, and reporting owa cos he did not like ur poems is just...stupid

*stops posting here..*

:S

sigh....why must we fight

 

[Goku_Son_1]

Okay! I'm filling in for V.B. until her two weeks of probation (not bannation, because that sounds like a banana-vacation ;/). She doesn't want her threads to die, so I, her sister, will not let them die! Eheh...could you guys help out too?

Since the thread is titled "love and cherish" .... HEhehe

~~~~Crush~~~~

This mysterious man,
That I don't know
Has made my sigs,
And has become a well known

He's kinda cute,
with large glasses
And all but Ryoko's,
His sigs kick the others @$$es

We met him complaining,
fighting and such,
My sister acts macho;
And he gets a crush.

We became friends
Shortly after that,
Then we shared a kiss,
And um...heh, I spit back. :scared:

But through the hard times
He suddenly came,
And I STILL don't know
His real name.

But he's a man
We might all know.
The infamous, the daring
our friend Koblano.
~~~~~~
I write poetry a bit better than she does, in my opinion anyways.

 

[koblano]

wow..i'm touched...never had a poem written bout me

 

[Deverz]

Really about you?
I would have thought it more likely it was the homeless guy on the corner then you

Cheese n Biscuits
Cheese n Biscuits
Lets all eat
Cheese n Biscuits

Enjoy my poem

 

[koblano]

...i AM a homeless guy in a corner

 

[Goku_Son_1]

I thought you'd enjoy a poem about you .

Heres another one:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't know what to put here
Do you?

And:

(taken from the Dr. Demento show)
Fish heads,
Fish heads,
Roly-poly Fish Heads.
Fish heads,
Fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

And:

I have five fingers,
I have five toes.
Are you freak?
Or do you have them too?
~~~~~~
Like I said, I'm new at writing.

Okay! Okay! I'll get serious.

~~~Macho man~~~

He isn't a human,
He isn't a freak.
He's a saiyan,
Who's son is a geek.

He doesn't act smart,
He hit his head.
But if it weren't for his heart,
All the Earth would be dead.

I have never seen a man
As kind as he.
Risking his entire life span,
For someone like me.

If you'll give me a Go,
Then add a Ku.
Add a Son,
And that's all you do.

He'll do the rest,
Like Superman,
But don't put him to the test.
He doesn't like that, man.

Now off the King Kai's
To see our friend,
I'll be back with more, guys.
Hold on until then...
------

 

[Hitokiri]

That last poem was as dorky as it gets. -_-;

 

[Goku_Son_1]

I know. They don't have to be serious poems, just poems. Look at Deverz's for pities sake!

 

[koblano]

word
word
i like to eat
wormwood

 

[Goku_Son_1]

I got another:

~~~~~Just For Today, Lord~~~~

I will live through the next
12 hours and not try to tackle
All of life's problems at once.

I will improve my mind. I
Will learn something useful.
I will learn something that
Requires effort, thought and
Concentration.

I will be agreeable. I will
Loook my best, speak in a
Wellmodulated voice, be courteous
And considerate.

I will not find fault with
Friend, realitve or colleague.
I will not try to change or
Improve anyone but myself.

I will have a program. I
Might not follow it exactly,
But I will have it. I will save
Myself from two enemieshurry
And indecision.

I will do a good turn and
Keepr it a secret. If anyone
Finds out, it won't count.

I will do two things
I don't want to do,
just for the exercize.

I will believe in myself.
I will give my best to the world
And feel confident that the
World will give its best to me.

-- Author Unknown

 

[SS_Vegeta]

Reflection of the Past

Days of old have passed,
And more than that.
Days of battles that,
Burned brightly in the twilight.

Dark days were they,
Those cloaked in bloodshed.
In the mirror of time we see,
That our weary minds,
Have rekindled the fires.
Those fires that burned so,
brightly in the twilight.

Should we be so faulted
As to let those fires of old
Rekindle themselves before our
Very eyes as they consume our very souls?
Soon the days of fires,
Burning in the twilight will come.
But shall we be so blind as to not
Recognize them once more?

 

[Goku_Son_1]

Okay you guys, wanna see the more sillier and disgusting side of V.B.? She gave me permission to post this, but I thought it was so digusting, yet humorous, and after the few serious and solemn poems above this, I thought we needed it. Remember, I did not write this. It was my sister "the rebel" :devgrin:


Poem of a Famous Anime, and Grossarity
(grossarity isn't a real word; it's made up)

P I double-C one O double-L, then another O...
Hard to spell when you gotta go,
To the restroom go, to the restroom go.
Especially the first part, not the L's and the O's.
The P.I.C, when you gotta go!
When you gotta go! WHEN YOU GOTTA GO!!!

Dancing monkeys on top of Goku,
Hard to think of when you spew.
To the restroom to spew, to the restroom to spew.
But what the heck has this line gotta do
With the words above? I gotta spew!
When you gotta spew! WHEN YOU GOTTA SPEW!!!

V E G E T A not B L E
Hard to say when you're picking wedgies.
To the restroom for wedgies, to the restroom for wedgies!
But you wanna do the dance, like you see on T.V.
Pick, pick, pick...Gotta pick your wedgies.
When you gotta pick wedgies! GOTTA PICK YOUR WEDGIES!!!

Go-go-gohan, in his fancy schmancy clothes.
Hard to see when you're picking your nose.
To the restroom, o' nose, to the restroom, o' nose.
In this line, just about anything goes.
What the heck does that mean? Gotta pick your nose.
When you gotta pick your nose! GOTTA PICK YOUR NOSE!!!

Bulma Bulma Briefs, how is your time spent?
Hard to know when you eat belly button lint.
To the restroom with the lint, to the restroom with the lint.
You gotta build it up, so you break into a sprint.
You never wash your belly, and you eat lint.
When you gotta eat youry lint! GOTTA EAT YOUR LINT!!!

Trunks, Trunks, the baby with blue eyes.
Hard to find when you gotta lick the pus in your eyes.
To the restroom with your eyes, to the restroom with your eyes.
The fact that you're sick comes to no surprise.
You always wash your face, but you gotta lick the pus in your eyes.
When you gotta lick the pus in your eyes! LICK THE PUS IN YOUR EYES!

Now let's close this dumb thing with something smart,
But that's hard to ponder when you gotta fart!
To the restroom to fart, to the restroom to fart!
Don't make me strangle you like Homer does to Bart.
Just stop being gross, and end this without the word "fart".
But now that this one's ended, time for another one to start.

--V.B.

Okay, now you can post serious ones again.

 

[koblano]

Holy crap...poetry has NEVER been so massacred...ever...now to write a good one

/me goes to right a good one

 

[ScooterMan]

that was...disturbing....



Ok i wrote one! or rather i wrote one ages ago and ill post it now cause its serious. wait no i wont...ill post it later

 

[Goku_Son_1]

I borrowed some names to make these, hehehehehehehheheheh!!!! Try and find the names in them.

Kitty cats, kitty cats
Oh how I love them.
Black and white
Lovely in grey
And bown is
Nice for a change.
Okay, I'm done.

Really really good cookies
You must admit you like good cookies.
Only weirdoes hate cookies.
Kiss me with those cookie lips.
Out of the bag, and into my mouth.

Catch me, catch me.
Under there
Catch you, catch you
Under where?
My hiding place,
Beside the tree
And I made you say "underwear"

Find them? ;D

 

[KrOniK_HeMpKniGhT]

meow meow meow meow meow..... j/k lol

those are all pretty damn good poems in their own special way, Cucumba, gotta love urs...and Devers..awesome

 

[ScooterMan]

Originally posted by Deverz

Cheese n Biscuits
Cheese n Biscuits
Lets all eat
Cheese n Biscuits

Enjoy my poem

<Scooterman brushes tear from cheek> that was...beautiful, and had a real message i feel. You put me to shame Deverz, ok ill post mine but its deppressing so afterwards i might go give some serious thought towards killing myself...

Musing in a haze of depression

by Scooterman

His eyes are bright and so is he, youthful exuberance lights the world he lives in,
He looks to his family for support, but his family is broken,
But all is well, he laughs it off and smiles,
And the laughter and the off shrugged miles,
they speak of him, this young boy so full of promise,
who bears a joyful honest grin.

His youthful naivety, has all but disappeared,
But still he laughs in a good honest way,
and his fresh face conceals moralistic ideals,
he goes out into life with great anticipation.
He goes out to life expecting emancipation,
but the truths there seem only mock him,
the truths he finds that everyone else ignores,
for they speak of an all consuming greed, hurt pain and sin.

He isnt old now, just jaded and empty.
Stretched and confused he stands alone in his world of grey.
Watching a stream of self involved faces pass him by
not one noticing that he’s no longer smiling.
they glance at their hard earned rolex watches and sigh.
no one is noticing him not one is caring.
He’s lost in his world, with no solid bearing.

He could act like them, he always used to.
But he has changed,
while everything else remains the same,
still as it was.
He sees all this because
he stands all alone, longingly watching,
angrily staring…

The world he sees is not what he wanted,
Colourful childish dreams, of love and of life,
Have been cast aside,
and for what?
The seeds of decay, of societal rot?
For a monotonous routine spurred on by fear.
A society of pain drowned in whisky and beer.

And they are all afraid,
afraid of individuality, afraid of change,
So they prosecute race, expression and cling,
to what they know,
but they learn nothing knew they’re minds are stagnant and slow
Afraid to move forward,
they kill to suppress a moralistic idea.

Evil power mongers, clad in beautifully white sheets,
Carrying crosses burning with judgement,
or other instruments of destruction,
The world is drenched in pain, but all they do is ignore,
numbed by the horror of reality, the truth that he saw,
And still they all hurt, and the peoples minds are scarred,
but no one cares, the haze remains.
Fogging the mind, running thick through a billion of veins.

And so he sits and watches, his mind disjointed, his eyes empty and hollow.
His heart so aches, its so full of sorrow, but he traps it all inside,
Afraid to let people see, for he fears too, fears they will judge him.
He smiles to deceive the world, but you can tell
that there’s pain inside him, and the surface is merely a shell,
and it builds up inside him, and the walls he uses to contain them now merely echo all of his pains.

The haze he sees is changing, it is now thicker and darker,
The beads of pain and hate cling to him, seeping into his pores and he screams,
For he is so small, so helpless and defenceless, against the gigantic earth,
if he’s juxtaposed to that then truly what is his worth?
He tries to run, but they hold him back, he tries to breathe but the malicious haze thickens draining his life.
He’s losing the battle, the evil runs rife.

And he is trapped, trapped in himself,
he is a sea of emptiness, an ornamental shell concealing incredible pain,
But still no one helps, they just move away.
for no one likes helping, besides what could they say?
And so he gives up seeing no point,
to continue with this world so he ends himself with a knife.

And life goes on his death changes nothing,
the people he once knew forget and grow old,
withered and drooling, covered in mould,
they become nuisances,
to the selfish brats they created,
as is evolutions want, for the two only mated,
to recreate themselves so their genes would pass through.
Or perhaps they were bored, with nothing better to do.

But that is life and that’s what continues.
People living boring lives through dead end jobs and monogamy,
And about half way through getting bored with monotony,
Make up for lost time, go sky diving, buy a fast car,
reflecting on useless lives, feeling deaths cold fingers, so close now not far.
Then your kids will have another baby we’ll all point and we’ll coo
we’ll harbour our feelings and our new boats too.

And the cycle will continue
the light and dreams will be born,
Laughter at first but as she grows up all will be torn,
stripped from her and replaced with a new drive to succeed,
She’ll push herself forward, can you see the white sheets?
She knows how to win and she feels the lustful need,
to do whatever just for herself, as no one else matters.
The irony never realised, until her life finally shatters…


<Scooterman searches for razor...>
I like cookies! Cookies = Biscuits. I also like cheese.
...u learn something new everyday. But yes deverz
i bow down to the king of poetry...