THWOTH wrote:Are these ode's to Brandy by any chance DvT?
For poetry that isn't haiku or limericks
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Wiðercora wrote:So I've been reading Stephen Fry's The Ode Less Travelled and learning all about like meter and shit. And I finally learnt what Iambic Pentameter is! So, one of the exercises (yes, it has exercises) is to write something in Iambic Pentameter, and this is what I came up with:
The Riddler's Game
I've been around and seen it all, perhaps
You might indulge a gal a game I like
To play, a simple game, I give you clues
To try and guess my line of work, and should
Success be yours your prize is naught, but should
You lose I'll take my knife and take an ear.
I'm sure you'll guess correctly, think it through
Take your own time, I'll rush you not I have
The patience of a saint you know, but come
Along, we're wasting time so let's begin!
I might expand on it a bit or something. Like put an actual riddle in there.
LucidFlight wrote:EVOLUTION
by a poet
O evolution!
Everywhere I see;
I see it in the stars,
I see it in a tree.
It's written in our minds,
It's written on a bee,
I write it on a napkin,
It is my one decree.
It started with a bang,
One process through and through;
It is the only theory
I will present to you.
Write it with three chevrons,
Each represents a phase:
Physics then biology,
With mind its latest craze.
Worry not of detail,
I'll soon get round to that;
First let's have some rhetoric
While chewing bacon fat.
Lots of words so far, you say,
But where's the detailed science?
No, we're having none of that
Until you show compliance.
Animavore wrote:My pome.Who thought that chucking rocks from a crooked tower
Would help shift a whole planet from its galactic centre?
As quick as a flash with descriptive, predictive power
A kettle takes longer to boil to a far flung observer.
Eve wasn't created by a guy with a great white beard,
But he neatly nestled her in a nested hierarchy
Though not as regal ruler rather a monkey's peer,
An elucidation so deeply disturbing it implies anarchy.
A proto-cyborg announces the demise of philosophy.
A fallen perfect world is the gods' delusion.
Or however above you want to affix the apostrophe,
Universal wonders are such profound profusion
I find it neither disheartening or embarrassing
Our blue-dot pales in signifigance in comparison.
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