5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

Man...this was from a debate I had with my English teacher...I guess I don't like my poems 'corrected' ;;

It seems that another 'poet' has taken the stand
To show the whole world one way poems are grand
That's great, it seems that you miss out on how to think
Your reputation as a poet is now tottering on the brink
One voice you say? Only one way of speech?
Do us a favor, get off that box from where you preach.
You idle around and then give us this.
What signals of your fraility did you just miss?
Putting yourself above all the rest
I mean, why hide? You are the best!
Or so it seems that you really don't see.
The ripples that you cause in this tranquility.
Poems once again are about what to feel.
Putting in emotions is what makes it all real!
Yes they are angry, yes they indeed do hurt
But with complete arrogance you do indeed flirt.
So some poems aren't great, yay, so what?
Attitudes like this are what don't make the cut.

[Funka Genocide]

well, this probably won't end up very "poetic" but I feel it belongs here for some reason. and it really willbe five minutes!

well, that was rather odd
who would have guessed I'd mean so little?
for so long I've waited
days
years
lives
and then...

I suppose I was no great catch
in fact more like the bait
such a small fish in a sea of sharks
not worth the time to cook
even with butter

but, my god, I loved her so much!
that was the last time I cried, you now.
A broken little kid
having to grow up all at once

so I went my way
to learn to make a living
to the real world
it was so depressing!

I met some wayward souls
they were fun, but forgettable
what were their names?
I don't really care, you know.

And then a panic struck me
where the hell was my life going?
it running away from me!
come back you bastard!
and so I tried to catch it...

So off to war I went
I learned to fix some things
I learned to hide my fears
I learned to die inside
and these things have come in handy
ever since she kicked my ass

now where do I sit?
alone? perhaps, but its not that bad
then why did she return?
just to piss me off!

it ok, I think she sucks
its just so hard to be forgotten
when I loved her so very much

-even though that was a lot of words, it only took me about five minutes! its kind of like a life story, I had a lot of fun doing it too. You should try this! YES YOU!

[Zephie]

I barely won the cases and I almost lost because originally I never put the copyright info on their and you have to if you want it protected by law.

Actually, I think that's a weak defense of theft right there. Under the law as it is, it states that all work is assumed copyrighted by the person who created it regardless of whether you actually put the tag down or not unless you state very specifically that it's in the public domain. That's what I gathered in Copyright class, anyway.

But then again, you actually fought two of those cases, so you probably know more about it than me. ><

[BlackMageGirl!]

Seriously done in five minutes. It's not much, but I had to write it.

A poem to write in five minutes you say?
Sounds like another challenge is underway!
And there I go, writing and typing nonstop
Maybe another fight is what I really saught
Well, if I do accept do I win a prize?
Large or small it doesn't matter the size!
And if I don't make this five minute clock
Do I give an excuse like writers block?
Or, since the lab is very very cold
My fingers have frozen! Or so I have told!
And you have no idea on how to tell
The truth or not, gee isn't that swell!
Well, maybe I should stop all the typing
Or maybe some of the poems insane hyping
And once, just once I can stop using rhyme
Or not, it depends on to what mood I incline
Yep! I'm done! The poem is completed!
I just hope that others think not me conceited....

[Aeria]

Kind of an experimental poem... As I don't really know how to describe a girl in poem form. I thought I'd give it a shot though, just 'cause.

Hair of jet that's pure as silk,
And eyes that shine as bright,
As full moon shining 'midst the stars,
Brilliantly at night.

Hands so soft and voice so pure,
And spirit that's divine,
Full of grace and full of zeal,
She is much more than fine.

Beautiful in every way,
In body soul and mind,
With simple words of profound thoughts,
She's just one of a kind.

[RaiRai]

Oh pain, how they speak of it
the joy, yes, they seek of it
always walking the same route
fall on in, fall on out
I guess she's a mindtrip
couldn't understand any of it
her words make me smile
(if only for a while)
for I seek deeper meaning
of this pain that she's seeing
Such a sorrowful little puppet
the feelings she'll forget
if she'll look past her own nose
and realise how life goes
you give and you get
walk in the rain, get wet
simple are the meanings
If you'll only start believing
that you aren't the only one here
I'll see you at the end, dear.

[Rhana]

I really, really should be working on my term paper.
Or maybe I've been reading too MUCH Virgil....


Ode to a Mantis: For Lady Shem

A bold figure before me stands,
A mighty hunter of the urban wilds.
Strong and fearless, a true Valkyrie she,
A warrior-queen clad in bronze and emerald.

The morning below her fearsome shape
Lies the gear of her vanquished foe glittering,
A young suitor, untried and overbold
Has met with fierce disdain.
Now she gazes on her war-trophies;
His captured helm and proud weapons
Abandoned in the dust at her feet.

But where is the loser?
Fled in shame, to lick his wounds
In private? The victor is silent.
Only her haughty black eyes
Gazing impassively at the horizon.

Then a burp.

[icythaco]

Originally Posted by BlackMageGirl

It seems that another 'poet' has taken the stand
To show the whole world one way poems are grand
That's great, it seems that you miss out on how to think
Your reputation as a poet is now tottering on the brink
One voice you say? Only one way of speech?
Do us a favor, get off that box from where you preach.
You idle around and then give us this.
What signals of your fraility did you just miss?
Putting yourself above all the rest
I mean, why hide? You are the best!
Or so it seems that you really don't see.
The ripples that you cause in this tranquility.
Poems once again are about what to feel.
Putting in emotions is what makes it all real!
Yes they are angry, yes they indeed do hurt
But with complete arrogance you do indeed flirt.
So some poems aren't great, yay, so what?
Attitudes like this are what don't make the cut.

Note: this is in response to the type of poetry being supported by BlackMageGirl, not in response to the actual language used in the poem. I thought it flowed together pretty well, in fact...

Rebuttle in Noir:
your side states that words are feelings,
jumbled thoughts and drunken reelings,
("dark despair" and "hopeless love" aside).
you say poems should be journals
for our souls, whose dark eternal
thoughts are simply mirroring mind's true eye.
these hollow words do not reflect mind's eye.
structured verse shall never die...

you think life's great sensory input
can be 'xpressed with pen and notebook,
but the senses are simply too vast to be described.
words have sounds; words have meaning,
but they cannot reflect true feeling,
therefore, your poems are forever inacurately implied.
your language can never really be implied...
structured verse shall never die...

your mad type of random writing
can be written by apes typing.
(just use spellcheck), it makes me scowl and sigh.
I could write a random function
that makes poems with more gumption,
your chaotic mish mash will never truly fly.
those incessant ramblings will not, can not fly.
structured verse shall never die...

as pre-stated before/above,
for "today's" verse, I've no love,
as blatantly put by shiney: "give it another try..."
combine meaning, prose, and sounds,
don't use "despair" in heaps and mounds,
and maybe your poems will recieve a positive reply.
your words will benefit, and you'll witness an uplifting reply...
structured verse shall never die...

[Squall Leonhart]

A fast little poem, inspired on one of those days you don't feel like yourself and feel everything's screwed up very bad. Dedicated to friendship.

Fadeless Memories

Remember the time we called each other "friends"?
When we used to hang around until the day came to an end?

Remember when we used to call each other "buddies"?
When we did all sorts of things we thought were funny?

Remember when we said we were closer than brothers?
We never cared about others, we never did bother.

Remember when we shared our sorrows?
Our happiness, our joy, filled the hollows?

But we grew up.
We learned things, learned to screw up.

And from a strong friendship, strong as steel.
We became strangers, began to steal.

We ask "what happened?", refering to that.
Answers few, never vast.

But never do you ask to thee,
Why this things come to be.

And sadly, down-hearted, we seperate frownding,
A part of me lost, which I'll never be finding.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Uninspired

Shut up, Icythaco.



Author's note: This poem was not born of inspiration or emotion. It just sounded really, really, really fuggin good.

Originally Posted by Some Idiot

Remember, poetry is not about inspiration and emotion, whatnot. It is about what SOUNDS good.