"Instant" Poetry (writing exercise)

[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.

[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?

[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.

[Hanza]

The leaves of the branches
Blew off of the withering trees
Coting the forms of the early-morning
Passers by, with the golden colour
They thought so bold

The leaves are blown further by the wind
And further and further
Until
But yes,
They have reached there maximum
And as the viewers marvel at their splendour
They forget to realise
That this leaf
oh so vibrant with colour,
is sadly living no more

[Pirate]

You're Poems are really good, Ragnarok, especially for instant poetry.

touching wine lips with her finger
She says to me:

Soon our world will become glass
Soon our ideas will shatter
Soon we crush ourselves
Starve ourselves
Kill ourselves

We will take off the mask
No more pretending
A Lawyer: so good
Pumping Gas: So bad
No more lies of stereotypes
No more imagery
We will go Blind, Deaf, and Mute
We will realize our worries are meaningless

All in time

[Beruthiel's cat]

Often in the open fields
I go past every day
I wonder what the sunshine yields;
Wheat? Strawberries? Corn? Hay?

Some mornings fog hangs quietly
Caressing each leaf's folds;
Some days the rain beats mightily
Drowning them with cold.

Strange summer, humid, sticky, dank
And quite bereft of sun
Listen to the hearts that sank
Because of cancelled fun!

(And thank you, BoP, for the Orange Ode...)

[Lady Ravyn]

how is it
that such a small thing
can change the way
the world views you?

are we such
a superficial people
that something as stupid
as this thing
can change our standing
in another's eyes?

am i so shallow?
do i judge so quickly?
though i try to deny it,
the answer is yes;
and my morals and standards
are suddenly worthless...

[Rosie Gamgee]

Twelve days, she said
Twelve days.
Just twelve without rain
In a sunny season.

When was the last time I didn't wake up to a mist?
When was the last time I looked out and didn't see a cloud for miles?

Thunder rings in my ears from yesterday.
Was it the raging of a storm
Or just the sound of a down-pour on my roof?

My feet get wet when I walk in the grass-
Oh, my, it's been almost three hours since it rained
Are we past the water at last?

Maybe I should start building
Get a few planks and nails
Tar-paper; and a clip-board
To list animals two-by-two

It's been raining too much, they say
I think, maybe, I like it this way.
No one thinks you're weird if you're sad
On a rainy day.

"You should not be glad," someone said
Of the sun, that bright, golden Face.
"It shows you up."

[Pirate]

She ran, naked and free
Grass staining the soles of her feet
Her golden locks streaming out behind her
Light luminating off of her skin
Small pink lips pushing up rould red cheeks into a smile
Running, dancing, loving
So small, sweet, and beautiful
A little cherub dancing in the medow
The setting sun painting her body gold
Sweet, pure, and innocent
My reason for wanting a child

[Rosie Gamgee]

Laugh, they say
And smile.
Why? I ask.
What reason is there to smile?

Cry, they say
And weep.
Why? I ask.
What reason have I to be sad?

This thing that presses guilt
And shame deep down
Upon my soul
Is no fault of mine.

How do I say I am angry
At one who hears not?
For my words will fall on silent ears,
And tears from bitter eyes
Fall on heedless grass.

Two people I love
Two people are dead
One walks in my house and hates me
The other lies alone and cannot feel.

One person loves me
But I cannot love in return
My soul has turned to ice
And my tears are frozen with hot rage
Simmering far down
Where no sense of mine can reach.
I cannot feel, I cannot sense.
I cannot smile.

I cannot weep.

[PippinTook]

haha, you guys are great. Have to say that I love the oranges and PB&J's beautimous. Here I go, this is just for the heck of it, I never write poetry and can never seem to rhyme at all. I live on the RPG board

I'm not a car just a donkey
I don't even go honkey honkey
But they pick me out and take me away
Oh darn, I gotta walk all day
This woman is fat and has a big belly
The man is too and he is smelly
They need a camel, I says to me
But they can't afford it, oh gee.
In the desert there is no grass!
What do they want with this poor little...donkey?

[Lady Ravyn]

suddenly the sun is friendly
and the darkness isn't
as welcoming
as it used to be.

why has it forsaken me,
my companion of so long?
am i turning towards
the daylight world
in all their smiling happiness?

though i try to wrap myself
in my precious darkness,
i begin to find
its depths suffocating,
too stifling for my new-found joy.

will i ever return
to my once-beloved home?
call to me, o night,
and let me know
that you will catch me
if i'm blinded
in the light.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Originally Posted by PippinTook

I'm not a car just a donkey
I don't even go honkey honkey
But they pick me out and take me away
Oh darn, I gotta walk all day
This woman is fat and has a big belly
The man is too and he is smelly
They need a camel, I says to me
But they can't afford it, oh gee.
In the desert there is no grass!
What do they want with this poor little...donkey?

LOL!!!!!! That is funny!!!! Mind if I add some?


I'm not a car, just a tired donkey
Been walking in the sun, my head feels wonky
The sun is- thank the Lord!- going down
As I stumble into a little, crowded town
The woman with the belly is complaining
The fat fellow says they need shelter for it's raining
Unfortunately there's vacancy
No motel to fit their fancy
So one landlord put us up in a shed
Where his own donkey fed
I sit down on the straw-strew ground
The fat guy eases the lady down
And after a while of her screaming
There's a little baby and shepherds teeming
And before I know it three rich dudes
Bringing gold and perfume instead of food
Why can't some bring in food for a minute?
I looked in the trough but there's a baby in it
So I plunked back down on the dried grass
Oh, what a bad day for a simple.... donkey?

[PippinTook]

*cheers applaudes and whoops*

VERY good Rosie I love it

[Count Comfect]

A thing will fall apart, being unus'd
And things dissimilar can be unfus'd
A thought that once we had can be unmade
And all our dreams are shadows that will fade.
I could spin you a tale of times of yore
Or tell you of a one that all sigh for.
I could develop yarns to catch your ears
Or make a sudden fright to hit your fears.
All this can poets do, and, being one,
I'll leave you now, my poetry is done.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Originally Posted by PippinTook

*cheers applaudes and whoops*

VERY good Rosie I love it

Thanks. Your poem kind of made me think of the Nativity, so I had to finish it.

[Nurvingiel]

write a poem
off the top of your head
should i rhyme
or go to bed?

it seems my muse
she wants to rhyme
so i will type
if i have time

but i was mooting
illegally
was it rude of me?
i should have been listening

now my poem is more abstract
but my words i can't retract
this is a poem
from the top of my head

my friend distracts me
should i go to bed?

i fear i have not
written each word
that occured to me
there's so much jumble
in my brain
i'd take a tumble
if all were in refrain

i want to correct
previous lines
i must resist!
obey the spirit of the thread
the trouble with a poem
from the top of your head
is you write about the poem itself
and not about a real subject

this morning i got up sharp at seven
my alarm so loud it could wake the dead
but that is good because
when i'm in bed
you can't get me out with a crowbar

then i made a strong cup of kaffe
that's coffee in swedish
i learn more words each day

maybe i would like a fike
that kind of means snack
but the meaning is deeper
it talks of a social gathering
usually with coffee

sweden is great!
i must depart for now
and explore umeå
and sverige

(woah, that was a bit rambling, that's what i get for writing train of though eh? my train of thought was derailed at the station! )

[Lady Ravyn]

sorry
is such a superficial word,
don't you think?

we go around
using it often,
though we're never
really serious about it.

it's sad,
to be honest;
when we need to
use it the most,
it's too late-

it's already meaningless
before we even
open our mouths.

[Nurvingiel]

*impressed* Wow, that's really great! I'm impressed you wrote that 'off the cuff'! Hm...

Off the cuff
as they say
is a great expression
any day!

Why are my
poems always silly
when I try to
write willy nilly?