The Unofficial Poetry Thread

[Doombawkz]

I'm sure there are many poets here in TYM, such as Error and the like, yet from what I've seen there is no thread for such arts. I figure I'll make one, so...

Welcome to the unofficial poetry thread. Here, you can express your salts in a more eloquent way. Have something on your mind? Random inspiration hit you, but nowhere to show it? Here, you can post about more than just the game, your characters, and the so on. This is a chance to let out your deeper ideas and expose your soul to your fellow peers!

If you want to give fair and nice comments, they are more than welcome and praise is appreciated (baring your soul is not an easy task). If you intend to be rude or negative towards someone's work, it would be better left unsaid. With that said, I welcome any and all to write down their thoughts for the community to enjoy.

RULES:

1) No excessive swearing. This is not to say you have to be saintly in your writing, but if you cannot translate your thought without having to use profanity every other line then it goes from being an art to being vulgarity.

2) Don't Plagiarize. If you find a passage or work that expresses your feelings, feel free to post but do give credit to the original author. This is more for the sake of if you walk into tall grass and a wild Contest begins, since I have given thought to possibly doing some for PSN points (with permission from the mods, of course.).

3) You don't have to write about any specific subject (barring theme contests), but its preferable that NSFW style writings (erotica and smut alike) are excluded. Think of the children! D:




Outside of that I don't think there's much any other bounds, so let your creative side show!

 

[miloPKL]

in before Sage Leviathan

 

[Doombawkz]

-Low tier Reverso-

I am a hero...
To many as they see me,
I am a man who fights the uphill battle
A zealot in his prime, and
All the while, am I so blind?
My veins, green with envy
My eyes, red with rage
Why must I be the lamb to slaughter?

When faced with the world,
Am I not human? A masochist,
A glutton for mistakes, even still
I feel as though I could be...
More, much more than simply what I am...
Beneath this masked visage lies
A Villain...


This poem can be read top to bottom and bottom to top. In my opinion, it covers the basic feel of what it is to be a low-tier hero.

From top to bottom shows the side of "Remorse" It remarks on how the experience is like that of being a blind Zealot, playing towards a cause without any reason and all the while knowing that the battle will be needlessly more difficult than his other options. Choosing the character is like choosing to suffer, and for that reason he sees himself moreso a villain and victim than a hero.

From bottom to top, however, shows the side of "Purpose". It shows a brighter light, as though if he doesn't play this character then they will be forever trapped where they are. It really does reflect the idea of a hero, how someone has to be the sacrificial lamb for any progress to be made towards a greater good.

Not to say that Bane is low tier, but... that doesn't mean using him is easy.

 

[Doombawkz]

Sleepless nights left dreaming,
Looking into the dark abyss, left hazed by the streetlights once ablaze
Is it you for whom I wish to rest?
To see your face again, your crimson hair awash like the ocean's waves
your freckles like a spill of stars from which the city has robbed my skies...
I still hear your voice sometimes, the wind that embraces me
softly like coming home to your arms once more, yet cold...

I walk now upon this cruel and unfamiliar road,
a road we never had a chance to face, hand in hand and heartstrings tied
the chill leads me to you, and upon my knees I fall yet
I've fallen so far already that I can no longer see the lights, the sky is black
The blades of grass cut me deeper than any sword, the faint whisper
The words I never chose to face. I hold you now,
But my hands are weak, dear, and I'm afraid of letting go.

And maybe one day, upon this hill on which we lie,
One will mention how 'tis a shame that this man
Who fell for this woman, his heart full of love,
Would find his heart stilled by the night.
And then the woman, greyed beyond her years
would appear, for an instant, to sit and rest
Her hand upon her heart which beats...
So softy, so gentle like the breeze, like the stars
From which the city could never hold from her
Like the waves crashing...
And so alone, except for her hand
Where wedding band rest, upon her chest
A heart which beats with love enough for two.

 

[Sage Leviathan]

I wouldnt want to immediately bore you with random emotional Ramen noodle words,
so ill just post my submission to last years Syco Collectibles poetry tournament.

We Share Blood

Vivacity spent once on vengeance
Resurrected to serve the Nether.
Sentences evinced of trust
The deepest, ebon tar:
"It is I, Kuai Liang,
Perfected and restored."

Previous to conversion,
Bi-Han arrayed the microphone mask
Scoured in cerulean.
He did defend high hubris,
He dueled for the clan.
He fended off not innocence,
The majority of his man.

Death was allegorical;
Numbered the drawn tarot card did pride.
The warrior's life manifested a lie
Before the jury:
Rival Hanzo had eyes,
Serviced in deciphering a sorcerer's vision
(he made blind).

Now in St.Dominic's tombstone presence,
Bi-Han reunited with reincarnation.
Not flattered now alone,
The wraith-turned-reaper of unison's souls:
"My love is for eternity,
My visceral arctic other;
We share blood.
We are not brothers!"

 

[Red Venom]

A haiku...

Lobo the last son
Odds against him
Gives me headaches

 

[John Grizzly]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Fuck Superman.

 

[godlessmode]

Define fucking excesive
are you a fucking poem nazi
this a fucking forum for kids?
for fucks sake your goddamn bossy
that your first poem was about bane
Is the exact reason that
the forums find you a pain
so fuck this thread
fuck this post
and really doom, fuck you
fuck you more than most

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Oh, wait... what I mean this is a cool idea for a thread. I'll keep my eyes on it.