Does NG write poetry?

[NumericalDefects]

Heya, self-proclaimed poet here, wondering if anyone else writes poetry. If anyone's interested, I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
So to speak.
One of my more favorite ones (I hate everything I write):

"Midas"

It's one step forward,
18 in the past,
I take things hard,
I hope that won't last,
If I had more courage,
cared less about people,
Maybe I'd love myself,
Not give into evil,
Eyes tick frantically,
Fingers always twitch,
My mind flails manically,
I count my intellect rich,
It's all a wall,
This stone facade,
Bringing on the fall,
Of one once thought god,
It wasn't the woman,
It wasn't his wealth,
It was what he hadn't thought,
It was only himself,
Midas chose to step down,
Too little too late,
The king now a clown,
A victim of fate,
Or was he this hour,
the butt of the joke,
His situation dour,
His life up in smoke,
Freedom was his,
To reclaim her anew,
and realizing this,
Like an eagle,
He flew.

So, yeah.

[Mason]

I've never really been a fan of rhyme schemes.

But overall not bad.

[AngelofPeace]

Once upon a time,
In the town of Fort Knox,
There was a queer man
Who never wore socks.

It made his feet smell
But he just didn't care
So they made him wear sandals
so his feet would be aired.

But that didn't help
'cause when summer came through,
The stench did return
and caused the panic anew.

They demanded he change
so at last he gave in
but when they next saw him
They made a WORSE din.

"We cannot accept this...
UNHOLY ATTIRE!
It's a crime against fashion,
SO KILL IT WITH FIRE!"

They called up the judges
and he was sentenced to jail
And they passed a new law
to prevent further travail.

So when you visit Fort Knox
Wear your boots, shoes or crocs,
But they'll throw you in jail
If you wear sandals and socks!

[MistaRasta]

Here's a couple of short verses

1.

And so the thinker sits alone
Incased in weathered stone
Forever meant to sit where
Our greedy eyes do stare

2.

Snow flows from the speakers
As soft as rabbits whiskers

Silence falls like a warm blanket
Slowly putting me to sleep

I looked at the sun and was blinded
I looked at the moon and was thrown
I looked at you
And I don't even know who you are

[Boss]

Gin and tonic
They don't taste the
after
taste, I sit in a world of waste
I stand, and see the blood flush
not just any old
flowing of my bodies blood
I do not want your blood
We will merge and our genetics
will expand into eternity
I have seen, too many
,things,
for a man my age, I am an older sage
Did you see a cloak
appear about my head?
as I said these things in the
moments prior,
Not trying to come off
with such a bold, or sly approach
the dire events at hand
globally, have to do with something
similar,
to the hunters who tend to poach
I sit and view a boat
from bench
I cannot feed the ducks for
I have no bread.
But I am happy to see
the older woman
and gentleman
feeding them some crumbs
the steam rising from the boat and it's engine seem benign and indifferent to natures indifference
But I see into the future where we are all crawling and dry and there is something deep that we need missing
something in our veins and our hearts they have pillaged all of our nutrients, and
minerals.
I hope that we can
strive towards a brighter light

in the incandescent,
I remember nostalgic effects
of a world of strobes
no lights, no fights, we are unity
we come together and
everything can resolute

[Krash17]

But I see into the future where we are all crawling and dry and there is something deep that we need missing
something in our veins and our hearts they have pillaged all of our nutrients, and
minerals.

*snaps fingers*

[Krash17]

At 1/12/13 03:58 AM, Mason wrote: I've never really been a fan of rhyme schemes.

You and me both, sister. I guess in my narrow view if it rhymes it ought to be a song vice a poem.

[chrisrosewood]

I used to write poetry a long time ago. I dug into my old deviantart and found one. Figured I would share it [don't be too harsh on me :P]

The Madman's Song

I can still hear her play
The beautiful ivory keys
The music haunts my mind
And it brings me to my knees

When I hear the lovely music
It fills me with fright
Because every time I hear it
I remember that very night

The woman I loved
Was beautiful as could be
But as she continued to play
She had changed in front of me

The music changed its tone
And as it picked up its pace
She looked at me and smiled
But she had a different face

Once the face of the angel
Now the face of fear
The music kept getting louder
It was all that I could hear

She became something of horror
A shell of what she used to be
She couldn't stop playing
She loved it more than me

Her fangs appeared
And she said with a hiss
"Come here my love,
Come give me a kiss"

I couldn't bear the sight
I couldn't turn away
Her nose and fingers cracked
Her hair in disarray

The music just got louder
I then shouted at the heathen
"You are not the woman I love!
Give her back you demon!"

The music continued to play
It was too loud to stand
The woman only laughed
She wouldn't follow my demand

"You little fool
You must've gone mad
For I am the lover
You have always had

Just give it a rest,
Don't play this game
I am who you fell in love with
The one and very same!"

That couldn't be so,
She became a stranger
I then looked at the demon
And I became filled with anger

The next thing I knew
The ivory keys were red
The piano was crushed
And the love of my life was dead

She was beautiful
Even in death
She had no pulse
I felt no breath

And I still hear the music
From the piano down the hall
I still hear her laugh
I still hear her call

And now I play
On the ivory keys
A madman's song
Listen, if you please

[chrisrosewood]

At 1/22/13 09:05 PM, AngelofPeace wrote: Once upon a time,
In the town of Fort Knox,
There was a queer man
Who never wore socks...

This is great! I love this!

[Troisnyx]

Uh, I have a poetry thread. Link to it is above my sig. Haven't updated it in a while, though -- I do hope to be able to write some more eventually.