Archive: 27 posts

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I didnt see one around so i decided to make one myself. A place for the lbpcentral community's poets to share with each other. I've seen these things get out of hand so i have a couple rules for us to play by. Only post one poem at a time, and don't post another until someone else posts one. No limit to nonpoem posts like comments on other poems and so forth. Try to keep any criticism constructive. I'll start This One's Stupid forgetfulness settles like a fog a mist to get lost in stupefied stutter and repeat myself wonder i can dress myself the other day i something seems to distract me stutter and repeat myself always seem to lose myself absent minded haven't quite decided concentrated sorry wasn't paying attention stutter and repeat myself never will complete this self so on and on it goes without sense or purpose the same stuttering repetition jumbled mess of rhythm the same did you just say something? so, who's next

2010-03-22 17:40:00 Author: Deftmute Posts: 730

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How does one go about sparking motivation to nameless faceless web spaces? Take one part artistic innovation sparked by electric brain stabbin' dedication, mix with two part common ground in creation, hoping to rid the parasitic mental block ticks, which latch on leeching, feeding on the creation of pages that thirst for fresh, wet, ink stains. What is it that shuts down the brain only to make the smallest shiver of an unexpected glimmer from obscure signs, set in motion pages and pages upon paragraphs and stanzas flowing out pouring onto college ruled paper? Seems U need a muse to cut through fogged confusion and the delusion that what can’t just flow out freely needs to be pulled out from deep inside the cryptic caverns of your darkened gray matter. Let the keystrokes flow. Break down that brick wall mental block with long throws from ball point catapults… The paper is your battlefield… the pen is new found weaponry… swing that liquid sword till’ that blank page is bleeding.

2010-03-22 18:26:00 Author: cdubb024 Posts: 247

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The Cat I hate you so much If you were only a little taller I would push you down the stairs But now, I must be content with mere kicking As Sciron kicked the weary traveler into the depths of the sea And as the turtle would consume the traveler I will consume you A delicious cat roast What have you done with my socks?

2010-03-23 05:07:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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A Chilling Tale I sat upon the sofa And as I loooked around, I glimpsed upon the ceiling Then spied along the ground. I turned towards the window Then back to face the door, I looked in all the corners, Perused along the floor. I had this funny feeling, It gave me quite a start, I leapt up off the sofa With wildly beating heart. I knew that I was not alone, A presence lurked inside, I had to find that certain place It could have tried to hide. Then when I saw, and panic came, The spider made in hell I let out from my gaping mouth A chilling gargling yell. My blood went cold my mouth dried up My eyes like saucers grew, I sat back on the sofa Then whacked it with my shoe!

2010-03-23 15:10:00 Author: IceMaiden Posts: 1057

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great stuff guys! Allow me to go again to keep the ball rolling. After all, I'm sure Ice Maiden has a lot more to share with us. Lurker all light is filtered through the haze knife edge sheets of night sediment painted pale to contrast the humbling depths of staring darkness as a terrified iris trembles shades and hues manifest perverting familiar landscapes with their taunting mystery elusive whispers echo in impossibly cavernous spaces the white noise of nothingness intimating sandpaper breathe as the subdued cracking of ancient bones foretells of footsteps in stairwells

2010-03-23 17:57:00 Author: Deftmute Posts: 730

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Sackboy Little Sackboy, so cute you are, you're the best game character by far. The perfect knitting on you head, shows you're more than just a thread. You're little costumes are so sweet, I love them all, they're really neat. With ears, noses, funny specs, and chicken beaks, with lots of pecks. I can dress you as I please, when you're scared, you get wobbly knees. Collecting bubbles as you go, you must be quick, but sometimes slow. You really are a little treasure, so much more than I can measure.

2010-03-23 21:06:00 Author: mrsvista Posts: 755

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The Beginning. It seems so very dark in here, yet softly in my ears I hear a gentle pulsing beat that soothes away my fears. I'm riding on an ocean, a soft and rhythmic tide And growing ever stronger to face the world outside. For never will I be alone, this journey I will share, And still that gentle pulsing beat is softly always there. It soothes and calms my tiny frame, it keeps me safe and warm And builds an ever growing bond, protecting me from harm. Of all the other muted tones I know this one apart, This always gentle pulsing beat, I know is mother's heart.

2010-03-23 21:56:00 Author: IceMaiden Posts: 1057

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this stuff seems just about on par with the stuff that is published in my high school's poetry publication i won't comment on what exactly i mean by that

2010-03-23 22:29:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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Cool, that means I have the mind of someone in high school, and there was me thinking I was past it. You don't really need to comment on exactly what you mean by that monstahr, I think we get the gist.

2010-03-23 22:42:00 Author: IceMaiden Posts: 1057

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Icey, I thought your poems were wonderful

2010-03-23 22:49:00 Author: SupaSack34 Posts: 180

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Cool, that means I have the mind of someone in high school, and there was me thinking I was past it. You don't really need to comment on exactly what you mean by that monstahr, I think we get the gist. hey, the spider one was cool everything else just seems like bad metaphor after bad metaphor. metaphors either really work or they really, really don't i'm currently trying my darned hardest to write a shakespearean sonnet based on the life of ?milie du Ch?telet, my one true love!

2010-03-24 01:10:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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This thread is supposed to be a little bit of fun, for people to share their poems with everyone else, no matter how good or bad they are! Comments like your's monstahr, will most likely put people off posting altogether.

2010-03-24 01:26:00 Author: mrsvista Posts: 755

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poetry makes me grumpy.

2010-03-24 01:53:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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poetry makes me grumpy. That's no reason to be insulting/patronising to people. I personally much prefer the poetry of Icemaiden, mrsvista and Deftmute to anything Shakespeare ever did. At least theirs are humorous,emotional and easy to understand. I always hated shakespeare and thought of him as illiterate. Nothing since has changed my mind.

2010-03-24 04:19:00 Author: mistervista Posts: 2210

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Only one ? Gwarsh... so many for me to choose from... Oh! I know: What To Do... Woo! I'm through Story-Mode! Time to create! Now... what should I do on this big, open slate? Oh, I know! I'll make a survival game!... Wait, there's several of those... lame! Wait a sec! How about a working tram!... Oooh, then I'd get lots of spam... Ah-hah! Logic! That's where I'll go!... Erm... what's logic again?... I dunno. Hold on... a platformer level that fights back!... Yeesh... then I'd get hit by a H4H-attack. I got it! An updated, playable "Spam Can"!... But then LBPC would give me a ban. Gahh, so many consequences! I dunno what to do!! (2 hours later...) Published: UBER NINJA BOMB SURVIVAL- PART 2.

2010-03-24 05:34:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack Posts: 5757

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That's no reason to be insulting/patronising to people. I personally much prefer the poetry of Icemaiden, mrsvista and Deftmute to anything Shakespeare ever did. At least theirs are humorous,emotional and easy to understand. I always hated shakespeare and thought of him as illiterate. Nothing since has changed my mind. i was all ready to let this go until you implied that shakespeare is not also a master of humor and emotion his poetry has so many levels, the way he uses language is more complex than like... anything else. and he is so consistently awesome!

2010-03-24 11:51:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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Poetry, like any other art form, is entirely subjective. Behold as i put a toilet on display. That being said, i do take my writing seriously. I also happen to prefer some dickinson, emerson, whitman or thoreau. Cur you creep like a creep like a sneak thief like children like vermin off the streets when they sweep ...a lot of my stuff is very short. but hopefully concise.

2010-03-24 16:20:00 Author: Deftmute Posts: 730

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All thes poems are really great, I'll show some of mine that I've made, and here they are! Forgiven Shattered and broken, lost and not found The pieces lay scattered across the floor I set to recover and put them together But still they fall, incomplete and unwhole To hold them in my hands, my life?s regrets To bring them forward, humbled and ashamed No feat is more difficult, nor more to pain I set it before you and lower my eyes For your gaze pierces through to my core I wait for judgment, yet none comes But you approach and hold and grasp me so I shudder and feel your warm embrace You say ?don't carry your worries no more? My soul?s discontent falls to the floor Forgiveness you give, yet deserving I am not Yet my life is restored, and troubled no more I rise up anew, complete and strong Never feeling so relieved For a new person I have become Forgiven, and troubled no more The Journey It begins in darkness, with no direction or time With no perception of our world We have no fear, no anger or joy Just only what lies before us In a moment, the introduction of a blinding light Brings our reality to a beginning What once was unknown now has become The start of a new journey This world is new, yet it becomes old With familiar sights and sounds Like fish to water, we?ve seen it all We make ourselves at home What lies before us sets into motion Our wanderings and many quests When the moment comes we start a walk The start of a new journey Plainly in our sight are things to understand Many treasures and troves of age Starting a path, of discovery and time Is what causes our self to behold Many others just like us are beginning to see What we are able to do And with this gift we begin to embark The start of a new journey Our life has now blossomed to a beautiful state Where passion can begin to now shine We share ourselves with one another now Lives giving each one a new place In our hearts we fill with love and joy The fruits of a life now reaped We want more to behold and now it comes The start of a new journey We find ourselves with another soul now ready To share this life together Time spent brings another one to see The world we?ve come to know At first we cannot grasp what this is But then we begin to tell That we now have embarked on a story The start of a new journey Life seems simple, we come to know It provides us with a clue The prospect of age now can show What makes us who we are The ones who watch admire us now Knowing that we can do all The past becomes present to everyone who watches The start of a new journey Years pass before we gain The simplest truth there is That time well spent will come to us With vigor and a new meaning A song that speaks of what?s to be And now it must go about But nothing can show us around The start of a new journey At long last the moment has come We see what lies before The fleeting feeling is what we hold To take with us and on But do not think that we don't see What lies in store for us For we now know that it's just The start of a new journey

2010-03-24 16:39:00 Author: damaz10 Posts: 771

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hi damaz. Please only post one at a time from now on. After someone else posts, feel free to come post another. do you care if i give you some tips? these are some things that i learned from a teacher that i found very helpful. Always read your poems to yourself out loud. Line breaks change the way you read a poem. A good exercise is to move your line breaks around after writing a piece to see just how it changes things. A strong line is better than a weak verse. Don't be afraid to cut out or rearrange weakness to make the poem stronger as a whole. thank you for contributing! I hope i didnt come off as some kinda jerk Might as well post another while I'm here..., No Vacancy you weren't paying attention its ok i paid it for you now you owe me some attention i used to work at a trashy motel?that has nothing to do with the poem, but i figured i?d mention it.

2010-03-24 17:06:00 Author: Deftmute Posts: 730

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Np dude, I actually do do what you suggested, reading outloud to myself and tinkering with line breaks and such, I'm a fairly new poet as I just start like 2 months ago when I decided to take a poetry class here at college. But thanks for the tips and I'll keep them in mind! And no you did not come off as sounding like a jerk I take criticism very positively

2010-03-24 17:31:00 Author: damaz10 Posts: 771

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Poetry, like any other art form, is entirely subjective. Behold as i put a toilet on display. Yeah but it's like... Shakespeare... nothing we can do can ever ever hope to measure up to it.. my personal fav poem would have to be Howl though. immensely entertaining e.e. cummings writes good stuff too 'Snow by E. E. Cummings SNOW cru is ingw Hi sperf ul lydesc BYS FLUTTERFULLY IF (endbegi ndesignb ecend)tang lesp ang le s ofC omego CRINGE WITHS lilt( -ing- lyful of)! (s r BIRDS BECAUSE AGAINS emarkable s)h? y&a (from n o(into whe)re f ind) nd ArE GLIB SCARCELYEST AMONGS FLOWERING' hahaha

2010-03-24 20:03:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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Ode to LBPC. We log into the forum to catch up on the news, It's interesting reading, so many different views. With competitions waiting for entries by the score, And help with logic switches, one couldn't ask for more. This place is full of talent, revealed in many ways And if you show your level it gets you lots of plays. There's even pictures posted, we've seen our ugly mugs And some of them including a glimpse of someone's jugs! At times we go off topic and speak of mindless pap, Then mods appear from nowhere and give us all a slap. I'd like to think we're friendly and somehow get along We never fight or argue, correct me if I'm wrong! I don't know why I'm writing this, my poems aren't quite right, I'll leave it to the experts so thank you and goodnight.

2010-03-25 00:47:00 Author: IceMaiden Posts: 1057

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Icey, you are amazing and your poems are brilliant!

2010-03-25 00:51:00 Author: mrsvista Posts: 755

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Meh... 12:00 AM. Might as well: Summertime (Haiku) Woohoo!! It's summer! Can't wait to go to the beach!!- Oww! I hate sunburns...

2010-03-26 08:04:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack Posts: 5757

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lol haiku might post a random poem later

2010-03-26 09:09:00 Author: rseah Posts: 2701

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bumped! i had a lot of fun working with this form. you pick six words and write a stanza, each line ending in one of the words. in the next stanza, repeat, but the last word of the last line of the previous stanza becometh the last word of FIRST line of the stanza. kinda difficult for meto explain well but it's not complex. i hope you enjoy! Sestina d'Gato O what it is to own a cat, The justly deserved or wayward kick Not out of malice, but of rage Yes, in our relationship there is much tension I do not think even if I give it time That I will sleep soundly on my bed. For while I lie on my bed In my room walks the roguish cat Me slumbering, he fears no kick No hit of rage No violent tension And he watches me to pass the time I wake at 7:00, it is past time - O! what is this upon my bed? Smiling (but not kind), the cat! I struggle through binding sheets to kick Face blist’ring red with rage My muscles straining with much tension I wonder if kitty senses tension If he perhaps, senses the time Most prudent to jump on my bed Claws outstretched, devilish cat! He must get some dirty kick As I begin to bleed, red red rage Rage rage rage rage rage rage rage. Could I be infected? More layers of tension I wonder if I truly have much time If this may be my final bed ‘Victory is mine!’ says cat As he sees the bucket I will kick. But lo! Not a bucket, but I shall kick Filled with a thousand suns of rage Releasing a night’s worth of built-up tension Victory is MINE this time I sit alone, in a quiet bed And in the corner, vanquished once more, the cat.

2010-04-07 00:00:00 Author: monstahr Posts: 1361

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all these invisible connections to all these invisible people i don't want to believe i close my eyes i don't want to see i drain my heart i don't want to breathe what you are is what we see what you feel is what we say i wrap you up in red to keep you close to me i send you out into the night to find a love for me anything to make me see to make me stay to make me breathe what you are is what we see what you feel is what we say today is the last day i don't want to stay today is the last day i want to run away what you are is what we see what you feel is what we say today is the last day today is the last day

2010-04-07 16:50:00 Author: IStwisted Posts: 428

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