Poetry anyone?

[giadda13]

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can i share one of my friend's bisaya poems? or is this all-english poetry? ^_^ di man gud naku kaya iya poetry prowess in bisaya, hehehe

..fableytou..
ginatawag siya sa ngalang Pablito.
gamhanang mang-uuma sa layo nga baryo.
taason, gahi'g bukton, dili lang kaayo guapo.
pero mga mata kung mututok, mka-bugto'g hilo.
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aduna siya'y tulo ka mga trato.
iyang gihigugma, sa kasing2x bug-at kaayo.
apan usa ra ang pakaslan, dili pwede tulo.
matud pa sa pulong ni higalang Pedro.
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si Bebang.. ilang silingan sukad pa niadto
guapa kini, lingin ang mata daw piso.
nindut paliwatan matud pa sa mga amigo.
pero ang problema, arang daghana gyud ug kuto.
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si Tekla..nakadaug siya sa lotto.
gipatukod dayun ug payag ang premyo.
pang-gaun si Pablito sa hangtud, kuno.
pero kung siya muhagok, labaw pa’s pito sa barko.
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si Bulai..sa kusina siya ang experto.
kugihan manglaba, plantsa, silhig ug lampaso.
musag-ob ug tubig, kuskuson buling sa banyo.
pero tambok siya kaayo, paa mura'g troso.
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si Pablito, naglibog ug ayo.
kung kinsa sa tulo ang angayan mu-paso,
Sa buwakang pasilyo sa simbahang bato.
“Si Bebang, Tekla o Bulai ba kaha nu?”
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Sa kapilian intawn ni Pablito.
Nagdahum nga muabot ang baye’ng perpekto.
Hangtud karon, nagpabilin siyang ulitawo.
Nag-inusara sa iyang uma sa layo nga baryo =(

[Kind Van de Duivel]

B1TCH PLEASE, THEY SPARKLE NOT! THEY FRIGGIN' INCINERATE!


This bloodlust is beloved,
Hearken! The ravens and wolves rejoice
This bloodlust is beloved,
Hearken! The banshees' euphonious voice

Feel our ominous breaths,
And let yourself be lulled by our vespertilian eyes
Feel our ominous breaths,
And let your own dreams take you to where Akasha lies

The effluvium quells the moonbeams for us,
For tonight our damned flesh rise from the sarcophagi
The effluvium quells the moonbeams for us,
For tonight we rape the succubi

[Kind Van de Duivel]

THEM AIN'T ONDOY AND PEPENG HONEY, IT'S A CHASTISEMENT

And our mother growled,
"You have rended me, now it's my fu*king turn!"
She unleashed her diluvial wrath
Flushing you, the distasteful, away from her once immaculate face

You drift along the sea of desolation
Suppliant arms stretch forth to the ashen skies
But you are just exacerbating her instead
Do you know not that you are your own pestilence?

She eradicates all of you, young and old
Hopes hover above but then they burn
On its falling cinders you take a bath
Get ready folks, for this is the last of your days

What a beautiful malediction!
So great seeing those woes streaming from your eyes
And to you that tasted her ambrosial vengeance, moribund and dead,
The stars give no condolence

[Kind Van de Duivel]

THEY WERE COOL TILL CHICOSCI AND STEPHANIE MEYER MADE THEM GAY-ASS PIECES OF MERDE

Neath your unhallowed breath I moan for your pallid name

Sink your thirsty fangs on me and set my blood aflame

My love, oh how I long for your bite!

Make me sempiternally yours tonight!

[Tirong-say]

Lord, Thank You

Lord, thank You for loyal, loving friends
Who are there in winter or springtime fair.
New acquaintances are easy to come by,
But true friendship is extremely rare.

A friend always sees the best in you,
Although they've known you at your worst.
They laugh with you in the good times,
When storms threaten, they'll be there first.

They'll offer a shoulder to rest your head
When tears are welling in your eyes.
Take a walk down friendship's path with you
And help chase away those stormy skies.

Lord, thank You for all the gifts You give
Each one makes our life seem more worthwhile.
But one of the finest gifts you've given us
Is the warmth of friendship's loving smile.

[malotee]

many faces
this worn mask
was yours

[malotee]

therapy? idk. poetry doesn't heal me. i've never written a happy poem

[Zhyre]

........................where on earth have i been.......this place is a haven for me......i always thought i was weird.......all of my friends say that i was born a millenia ago.........but here.......ahhhhh.....Heaven......a glorious place......as i read through some of the poems.........most of them even use deeper words than i do....and evoked deeper emotions.........i'm definitely subscribing to this thread...... ^_^

[jadfreak]

i wrote this poem after a girl canceled our "date" at the movies. we planned for this "date" a week ago. hope you like it


1 day together would have been fine
2 of us in the movie for the first time
3 characters would help set the mood
4 more scenes and it would've turned out good

5 hours was all that i had to wait
6 minutes later, you suddenly twisted my fate
7 reasons or less, you changed your mind
8 times you repeatedly said those lines

9 PM that night i still can't understand
10 words short, is that what i really am?
i hope next time, things won't be the same
so that i won't be counting back to 1 again

[Fincon]

This is one of my favorite poems eversince.
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.