Diasfora
General Category => Chaos => Topic started by: teech on January 27, 2010, 05:28:14 AM
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Hello everyone. Hope you all good. I wasn't sure where to post this but i thought it might be fun I was sitting at work and about half an hour ago i thought about this idea and how it might be entertaining but also may reveal a few talented members. So i have very quickly put the following together and hope that you all have a go at some form of rhythm...!(that of course means something that you can put here for us to share) :-)
How about we await
While you all have some time to create
Some rhyme for us to enjoy
Or maybe just to annoy
I am sure it would be fun
You know, YOU could be the one
Put pen to paper now
And I?m sure that you?ll allow
The flow of words so sweet
Like magic appear on a sheet
You know, YOU could be the one
You may find you?ll impress
Chosen words that will confess
On Valentines day of love
On a pedestal above
You know, YOU are the one
Teech
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Everytime I attempt to write poetry I can't stop myself making the first line:
"There was an old lady from Ealing"
and now I know where chek is I don't want to run the risk of offending his gran..
Maybe I'll improve with some thought though.
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It's OK, she wasn't from Ealing :D
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I couldnt write a poem/limerick if you paid me to without having a complete aneurysm.
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
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Ive seen the world and I wish to weep
But a thousand tears could not
erase the stain of my past sins
Sorry,,heard it in a dream once
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Tis a great idea
But why limit it to rhyme
Haiku's are nice too
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Go Dweez!
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Tis a great idea
But why limit it to rhyme
Haiku's are nice too
It is lovely when you read someones words that have an impact. Some people are very poetic. I thought about Haiku and after putting several 17 syllables together i only ended up with this half decent 3 lines.
Thunder, white horses
Rugged cliffs and memories
Now, what do you see?
Teech
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I couldnt write a poem/limerick if you paid me to without having a complete aneurysm.
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
This made me smile. The bit about not being able to write without having an aneurysm. ha ha