The Epic Poetry Thread

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  1. IV4

    IV4 Currently a newt.

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    Well maybe not epic because no one would read them. Anyway, don't be a dick, post a poem.

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.

    Colonel Jay McCrae
     
  2. $marty

    $marty Dexcell Staff Member

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    Users of DnBforum,
    I really and truly emplore them,
    What can I say?
    You're all gay.
    So show a little fucking decorum.
     
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  3. IV4

    IV4 Currently a newt.

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    Sniff, brought a tear to my eye.
     
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    $marty Dexcell Staff Member

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    It brought a tear to my jap's eye
     
  5. Borf™

    Borf™ Borf

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    Are we supposed to make one up?

    Jam Sandwich
    The slow flowing, sticky sugary elixir
    Never knew about it till somone put me in the picture,
    Now it's taking marmite's cupboard space,
    Have some on toast now that's it for for another day

    Something to look forward to, wake up to the sweet nectar
    It's a drug but not one you'll get from a street vendor
    Strawberry, rasberry, summer fruits, blackcurrant
    Nutella get's a bit sickly, but jam doesn't

    Comes in many colours, match it to your outfit
    Asking if I'll ever get sick of it, doubt it
    I could eat it by the jar with a spoon
    but between bread raises the bar to the moon

    Fuck peanut butter, just uneven clutter
    Some packet meat just feels like rubber
    Marmite don't stop you eating supper
    A jam sandwich hits the spot you won't need another

    This jam sandwich, could do your nan damage
    Stick to her false teeth, she's wants a ban "Ban it!!"
    But fuck your nan and fuck Mrs Patterson,
    My sandwich is superior because I made a fatter one
     
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  6. Hombre-J

    Hombre-J Currently Ballsacked

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    One of my favourite poems. In general I don't really "get" a lot of classic poetry, something (as a fan of literature) has always eluded me about it. This kind of piece though is magnificent.

    I quite like this one too:

    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

    -Rudyard Kipling


    Edit: Just remembered, I'm that gay that a poem came to me in a dream a couple of weeks ago and I wrote it down. If you fine people are lucky enough I most post it if I can find it later.

    It's not about my teeth falling out B2B banging someone, promise.
     
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  7. Catsel

    Catsel Well-Known Dismember

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    there was was a man from nang-tuk-it.

    i dunno hwo the rest of that goes no one evrr finished it. cunts.




    stick wid it

    - - - Updated - - -

    i like dark rum and i cannot lie.

    you other fuckers can't fly.

    i got it for seventy bux down henrys

    and u have no memories.

    :gun: boss.
     
  8. rysk

    rysk Part-time waster

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    there once was a boy named rusket
    he went and purchased a musket
    he put on a frock
    pulled out his cock
    and then proceeded to fuck it.
     
  9. Borf™

    Borf™ Borf

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    This is something I wrote and will be recording soon. It's off the top of my head, so it might be missing bits. Anyway, I guess it sort of doubles up as poetry of sorts...

    Butterfly
    If only you knew the feeling I get when you walk into a room,
    My heart strikes rich, my blood runs blue, some butterflies already flew,
    The chrysalis is almost through, a brand new day so it looms,
    Yet it seem like only yesterday that we were introduced

    The minute I saw your big brown eyes, big enough to hold my life,
    I wanted to settle down, close my wings and crawl inside,
    In your silky hair I sought to hide, a brown and soft paradise,
    To keep me warm and safe throughout the next part of my life

    Soothing and soft words you speak but I hear them oh so loud,
    A gentle calming breeze that lifts me high above the ground,
    Your tender lips create those words yet they take all mine away,
    like the first time we truly talked, that ever so fateful day,
    The feelings I had were drained, replaced with only pain,
    It crushed my soul and heart when I realised you were already tamed

    The butterflies are now strangled, lie tangled, mangled in a web,
    The dangle in my head and in my heart they're trampled dead,
    So what's the use of thinking of you when all you do is think about him,
    My feelings are nothing more then food for birds who once did sing

    So beatifully in the morning, but now they're tones of mourning,
    Fuelled by the sadness that my dyeing heart is pouring
    You cut my wings I'm crawling, now pain I am absorbing
    The sun that once shone bright is now nothing more than exhausting

    I still seek your shelter but I can't seem to find a way to get in underneath,
    it rains and pours, my world's gone dark and it always seems to be thundery,
    Silenty my heart does weep and in it's tears I'm drowning,
    And I lie here so helplessly because without my wings I'm drowning

    I'm astounded, that you don't even realise what you're putting me through,
    But maybe I'm being selfish and I should just be happy for you
    So go ahead, fly away, be happy in your future,
    I'll lick my wounds and be content to life my happiness through ya
     
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  10. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    thats nice borf, really, im surprised your, shall we say "vitamins" allow you to feel anything else than basic state of bone grinding frustration with periods of blind rage and hyper vigialnt paranoia.

    this is not my fave by far, but i cant find it, and this ones pretty alright. its by e. e. cummings (his name is supposed to be spelled in small letters, not sure if you knew that, but its true). so its not just my internet writing format, he actually did this on a type writer thousands of years before any of you were even born. other than that bukowski and our very own crab man samuel who got fking published this year! congrats ewoks!!

    e. e. cummings (1894 - 1962)
    Who Knows If The Moon’s
    who knows if the moon’s
    a baloon,coming out of a keen city
    in the sky—filled with pretty people?
    (and if you and i should

    get into it,if they
    should take me and take you into their baloon,
    why then
    we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

    than houses and steeples and clouds:
    go sailing
    away and away sailing into a keen
    city which nobody’s ever visited,where

    always
    it’s
    Spring)and everyone’s
    in love and flowers pick themselves
     
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  11. tewky1

    tewky1 Well-Known Member

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    My Fav poem is called "The German Guns"

    Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
    Boom, Boom, Boom,
    Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
    Boom, Boom, Boom
     
  12. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    i didnt know we could say song lyrics? if so quite a few comes to mind from de mysteriis dom sathanas and under the sign of hell
     
  13. Dark Lizardro

    Dark Lizardro The Lizard that has a hammer Staff Member

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    Give us some dark knowledge, logikz!
     
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    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    ok check this out

    To unmask the featureless face and know its numbing beauty
    To remove the fig leaf from her cunt and enter
    Beyond
    To pluck the fruits forbidden
    Ye grapes most ripe, ye blessings of the underworld
    Unleash your bitter rivers
    Burn this tongue of mine
    Oh wormwood sweet
    Damnation's infernal wine

    From the waters of Ain
    Where no corner's define
    From the waters of Ain
    Where no circles confine
    Flow, ye waters of Ain
    As wormwood and wine
    To the Death

    Their waters as one water in a stream against all streams
    Sweet and salt now intermingle in the waking veins of Kingu
    The havens tower in the yonder now
    Where my vessel shall set sail
    A voyage without end across the ageless waters
    To shine beyond
    Do not mistake me for a star
    Though I'll shine like them at night
    But behold instead the darkness in between them
    The Devil's light

    Fearless I tread at the outpost
    The brilliant abode of the dark
    At the bridge from the known to the great unseen
    I shall not linger

    Saturn, great dark in the yonder
    I give you my soul to devour
    So that I may be judged in your deathlike glare
    And purified
    For thou art the wisdom's keeper
    The shoreline where truth shall unwind
    A truth that in life I am doomed to search
    But shall die to find

    So now, I must leave these shores
    Never to return
    So I set my sail towards the setting sun
    At the end of the world
     
  15. Dark Lizardro

    Dark Lizardro The Lizard that has a hammer Staff Member

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    :end_of_wo
     
  16. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    i know right?
    heres another classic,


    Satan My Master
    I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood
    Satan My Master
    Up side down I turn the cross of God

    Satan My Master
    Recieve this sacrifice this blood of mine
    Satan My Master
    I cut into my rotten flesh your signs

    Satan My Master
    Remember me when judgement day is near
    Satan My Master
    Take my hand when Armageddon is here
     
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    KARLS TLACK BWAT
    Swollen with liquid
    Ready to burst
    A load of my lymph
    Will quench this dead body's thirst

    One month in the grave
    Twisted and half decayed
    She turned a putrid yellow
    I pissed in her maggot filled asshole

    Fucking the rotting, my semen is bleeding
    The smell of decay
    Seeps from her genital cavity
    The smell was unbearable, as I unburied her

    I cum blood from my erection
    I feel it run
    Down her throat, swallow

    Eyes glassy and vacant
    Body dug up to play with
    Skin greasy and naked
    Tonguing her rotted anus

    I need a live woman
    To fill with my fluid
    A delicate girl
    To mutilate, fuck and kill

    Her body exceptional
    She thought I was normal
    But I wanted more
    I came blood inside of her

    Choking on the clot
    Gagging on the snot
    Gushing blood, from her mouth
    Bloody gel leaking out

    Body buried in a shallow grave
    Unmarked for none to find
    The sickness I have left behind
    Undetected go my crimes

    The greatest thrill of my life
    To slit my cock with a knife
    Violent, climax, serging serum on my skin
    Back from the dead
    I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction
     
  18. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    cannibal corpse i assume?
     
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    Hombre-J Currently Ballsacked

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    In the inky blackness he lay and he waited,
    'Til finally all his thoughts had abated,
    Life, death, love all encapsulated,
    'fore sleep's eternal grasp.

    Vernal memories from years gone by,
    Emotion, an image, a whisper, a cry,
    Now no more than a tear in his eye,
    'fore sleep's eternal grasp.

    His family surround him, never to know,
    What thoughts drove his sin, joy and his sorrow,
    Though each played their own part, each apropos,
    'fore sleep's eternal grasp.

    And lo as his life flickered out like a flame,
    He'd the very sensation, quite simply the same,
    As when he lay with his first love, she who took his name,
    'fore sleep's eternal grasp.

    And his memories as real and as clear as could be,
    The family around him so sombre could see,
    His last breath was naught but exhaled with glee,

    As he slipped into sleep's final embrace.
     
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  20. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

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    nuh uh. only inky blackness is the ocean. the lord of the depths. husband of the hyades.

    Along the shore the cloud waves break,
    The twin suns sink behind the lake,
    The shadows lengthen
    In Carcosa.
    Strange is the night where black stars rise,
    And strange moons circle through the skies,
    But stranger still is
    Lost Carcosa.
    Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
    Where flap the tatters of the King,
    Must die unheard in
    Dim Carcosa.
    Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
    Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
    Shall dry and die in
    Lost Carcosa.
     
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