"Instant" Poetry (writing exercise)

[Ragnarok]

The idea behind this is to write a poem in this thread, off the top of your head, whatever comes out of your mind .. just let it flow. I think this is a fun exercise that works your creativity and imagination. So I'll start it off...

an uncertain path
cluttered by delusions
a deep void fills the
immolation of a plastic soul
each drop signifying
a tangible loss
faint to memories pasts
the mold is reborn
different yet the same
a new jounrey has begun
to reestablish his becoming...

[Lady Ravyn]

oh cool! i like this!

my naivity is shattered
like so much glass
in the mirror that was you.

i can try
to pick up the pieces,
but my cuts will never fully heal.

there will always be cracks,
unforgiving,
as i stare
at your distorted image.

[Count Comfect]

Whee! This sounds fun. Hmmm...

I cannot say what time will tell
When all have heard the ringing bell
That calls them to their endless grave,
For many a smiling foolish knave
Appears to be a greater man
Than any such a person can
Be called, and so what one can say
If when we reach that farthest day
The outside or the inside will
Be that that's thought to people fill.
Is it the inside, which is made
To never fail and never fade,
Or is it outside, which mankind
Has transformed from an outer rind
Into the slate wherein we write
What we would show, both day and night?
I do not know, but I do hope
That with both sides we all must cope.

[Lady Ravyn]

whoah! you rhymed? *is impressed*

*looks suspicious* how long did that take you to write, anyway? lol j/k

[Count Comfect]

maybe three minutes thanks. I rhyme too much for my own good in real life, so it is good it has an outlet of some sort.

[Tessar]

I love PB&Js, yes I do,
That lovely swirl of peanut goo,
the ruddy red of strawberry jam,
I like it much better than veel or ham!

Oh how to describe that very first bite?
Like heaven above, like ice cream with... ice,
I fear that didn't rhyme, but the point I make to you,
is that I love PB&Js, and you should too!

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

bricks of lives
building stories
passing time
flowing onward

ever fleeting
never fleeing
always moving
ever changing

[Rosie Gamgee]

smile for me
you hypocrites.

your love is shallow;
you laugh.

take your frowns and turn them inside out
save it for youself.

take your laughing and leave me be.

but only smile for me
and I will be happy.

[hectorberlioz]

Don't dare look at me,
my dear little friend,
for to prison I will send thee,
for your life to mend.

Trifling tiny roaches,
race about the floor,
in your dungeon they poaches,
and crawls through the door.

Soon you'll be out,
and will go about your bussiness,
Unless you I clout,
and your head spins with dizziness.

You'll run and I'll pursue,
through a mob of angry men,
fighting for country O so True;
Soon after you'll find a pen,
not of writing but of pigs,
and then I'll force you,
to do a little jig.

Jigging can be so much fun,
If you take the time,
and you my friend, my son,
will do it for your crimes.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

feelings
brought to the surface
shying
scared of unknown

taking
time to sink back
feelings
now are passing

[Ragnarok]

Here goes another one, this was based on a bad drug experience...

perched on a stool
like a stoic statue
oblivious to everything
trapped in a daze
a failed attempt
to escape from reality
has left me tampering
with my own mortality
lifeless yet breathing
the chemical toxins
seethe through my vains
like tranquil poison
my body numbs
the scenery blurred
the voices echo
as I am falling again...

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

How's this:

They do not fear the sleet and snow
Wirling winds and horrid foe
Nor the evil that lurks every way:
If they loose gaurd, they will pay.
Into battle they will go
And there will be much sorrow and woe
And if the enemy be up ahead
He shall surely loose his head.
The sound of victory they will cry
Before dawn is almost nigh.
And if a foe say nay or something of that kind
He has clearly lost his mind.
At the dawn of that day
Amoungst the ruin and decay
They will make themselves some pies
When they are soon organized.

[Hanza]

rite ok

i wish i could write poetry
darn nothing rhymes with that wordery
i think this poem shall soon end
as poetry drives me round the bend

[BeardofPants]

Well, I also happen to think, my dear Hanza,
That it is quite hard to write in the stanza,
but never-mind the difficulty of writing in rhyme,
As I fear I have run out of time!

[Ragnarok]

Here goes another one....

when I look in the mirror
I question what I see
a faceless man within
the shards of shattered dreams
my blackened heart
long bereft of warmth
is scarring deeper still

emotionless and fragile
this unresolved conflict
an indifference of languor
digresses through my mind
slowly I place the mask
back on to my face
reality and clarity now rendered
a silent scream from within
Today I killed my Ego...

I think rhyme in poems is always good to have, but sometmes I like free verse better because rhyme forces you to use certain words.

[Beruthiel's cat]

Ever elusive, I have no time
even when searching for a proper rhyme.
The days speed by like a banana
Looking for a beach cabanna.
Meanwhile I shall onward seek
A word to rhyme this word I speak:

"Orange"

[Thain Peregrin Took I]

How's this, it didn't really happen, but you said to write what ever comes to mind.:


Last night I found a nickle,
So I decided to buy a pickle.
When I got to the store
I found out I would need more
Than just five cents
So I decided to get some tents.
But then I found out
It wasn't enough, so I began to pout.
So then I went back to my house
And went to my room as quietly as a mouse.
And in the morning
Without any warning
I jumped up from my bed and ran
To see if I can
Get anything with my nickle
Since I couldn't get a pickle.

[Ragnarok]

a clay man was born today
forged from tears of sadness
his creator betrayed
pacing roads unknown
hollow and incomplete
he is the embodiment
of tradegy and misery
twisted perceptions come true
distorted faith hanging by a thread
watching himself in a pool of water
dissonant and out of time
from what he has seen
must surely be in the
eyes of the sorrowed man

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I sort of like how this one turned out...

[BeardofPants]

An echo
A whisper
A voiceless cry in the night,
Soundless screams in the darkness.
A rip
A tear
A knife plunging beyond sight,
Bodies falling in complete loneliness.
A woman
A child
A victim blinded in the shadow of the light,
Entities obliterated by hopelessness.
A boy
A man
A killer chasing the endless flight,
Lives extinguished with recklessness.
A dream
A life
Ambitions once soaring free like kites,
Forever set adrift, abandoned in slumber, endless.

[BeardofPants]

I'd like to make an ode to the orange,
But alas, what rhymes, except syringe?
And you know, that brings an odd picture to mind,
Of an orange meeting it's ghastly fate from behind!
But then, it makes me ponder,
Exactly where is the orange's behind, I wonder?