Poetry: By an Actual Poet

[DesCrow]

The Solemn Trail

[align=center]So hop on down the Solemn Trail

Filled with death, despair, and ail

Though you try you're sure to fail

Just follow the road and not the rail

 

Take a stroll on down the lane

Agony ensues with close pal pain

A tree erect with many years

Bears a message of many fears

 

"Turn and look with blissful glee

A fright whose fright is not but she

The girl with hair down to her knees

Her pretty face seems but to plea"

 

"Follow her and tend her whims

Beware of trees with darkened limbs

She follows the rail down by the creek

You must help her, her future is bleak"

 

So run along to the mystery lass

Pray to be bronze in the dull brass

Where lyrics do fail and rhyme does not

Remember she has a sinister plot

 

Go up to the house and knock 3 times

Listen for screams and eerie bone-chimes

Open the door and proceed with caution

Now you lay dying in a velvet coffin

 

Scream as you might your doom is sure

The pretty girl was not but a lure

As you lay there you hear yet again

The words that haunt your eminent end

 

You followed the rail and now you must die

The girl with the hair has lead you awry

The tree old in age tricked the stupid male

Cause instead of the road you followed the rail

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Ethereality

 

Peer closer into the looking glass

Watch as everything melts to dust

When the sky falls on its head

And gravity starts to lose its stead

 

You’ll find me swimming underground

And picking flowers out of air

Catching stars by digging deep

Finding truth in disturbed sleep

 

Sailing on the molten rock

Running races with a snail

Although I might always lose

Tis my will, that which I choose

 

This is ethereality, my dear

Where whales drive and cats can fly

Although they don’t, they’re scared you know

Of heights too high off from the floor

 

But when the clock begins to toll

We know the reason for the chaos

The snail wins when I run slow

The cats can fly, but never show

 

Stars can be most anything

Whales drive themselves you see

My boat to sail molten rock

Is made of diamond building blocks

 

This is just reality my dear

Anything is true with creative truth

A sense a wonderment is fine

So long as realities don’t combine

 

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And junk

[OMGAKITTY]

I'm not sure exactly what you do to earn the title "actual" poet. Are you published?

 

If not, you're no different from the rest of us.

 

And I honestly can't tell if you're being serious. Because the first one was terrible. >_>

 

Second one was better. I suffered a tl;dr about 2/3 of the way through though.

[DesCrow]

Published? No.

Offered to be published? Yes.

 

The first one is a humorous one I wrote for halloween when I was a TA for the 3rd grade.

2nd one is prolly about drugs or something.

 

Title it just a lure.

[Lemniscate]

First is terrible:

- Overly rhyming

- Full of random cliches

- Trying way to hard to be dark, without actually delivering a story or message

 

Second is terrible:

- Rambling stanzas

- No real message or meaning

- Collection of random, uncollected or connected thoughts, attempting to have meaning, or at least appear to have meaning.

 

If you are going to write poetry, try to make it mean something. Just having random, self-important stanzas is kind of pathetic.

[DesCrow]

First was written for 3rd graders at halloween.

They like that kinda stuff.

 

Second one is a nonsensical, it doesn't try to be what it isn't.

Poetry doesn't have to conform to your standards btw. It can be utter nonsense, deep and revealing observations, or about your favorite hat.