Haiku

[Mirage_GSM]

The eastern form of art that is Haiku,
Is something I have never really learned.
Thus writing Haiku's something I eschew.
For Shakespeare's verses have I ever yearn'd.

[Goldilurks]

Silentcook said it
Playtime is over so go home
Time to lock it up?

Well to be honest
I always thought "why is this
thread not in Fan Works?"

[heavyweather]

The eastern form of art that is Haiku,
Is something I have never really learned.
Thus writing Haiku's something I eschew.
For Shakespeare's verses have I ever yearn'd.

I've always preferred Allen Gisnberg's writing, due to his
use
of free verse and interesting metaphor,
and touching on subjects that caused
moral panics. But I don't think I emulate "Howl"
in it's entirety
without driving other posters hysterical

[Aero]

A breakup happened
To me in my real life
I want Lilly bad.

(And that, my friends, is rather sad.

[russianspy1234]

I love playing chess
I also love chocolate
I want Hanako

Will he get lucky?
sex with a heart condition
can be a killer

[Purple Haired]

On K.S. forums
Topics thrive and die, in a,
Strange machination.


(I'm 90% sure Strange has just one syllable.)

[griffon8]

(I'm 90% sure Strange has just one syllable.)

Yep. Just like 'fire'.

Not that I didn't get into an argument over that one…

[Limbless]

Shooting the breeze, manly
Fall off the roof and plummet
Kenji end, best end

[Minister of Gloom]

Deaf girl's gonna love me rough
The painter will show me stars
But I just can't have enough
Of the moeblob with the scars

-Gravemind plays "Katawa Shoujo"

[OneMore]

Now requesting a limerick!

[Guest]

Thinking of the earlier post about shakespeare, I wrote this english sonnet with Lilly in mind.


The cane softly taps along the street
as she slowly proceeds into town
The day's warmth is a transient treat
in the hour before the sun goes down

She seems to keep the world at bay
with her composed sensibility
she freely goes about her day
defying her disability

When at last she loses her bearing
she resigns herself to return
unmindful of the others staring
and not weighed down with their concern

Her frustration never finds her face
as she heads home in an unhurried pace

[Sleet]

There once was a lad from Yamaku.
Whose heart went kaput, yet he pulled through.
He came on to a deaf girl,
Who stabbed him with a drill curl.
"Fuck it, I'll just go read Fakku..."

On the racetrack a girl had been running,
and her path was subject to much shunning.
With anguish she was beset,
"Am I popular yet?!"
Yet Armless was just far too stunning.

There once was a girl wracked by burn scars.
Though fanatics we are, she was not ours.
She had a fondness for chocolate,
And often we mocked it.
Later, she switched to cigars.

[Petermeter]

Later, she switched to cigars.

I see what you did there.

[Erybis]

In these hallowed halls of learning,
Most people tend to perceive:
These students are desperately yearning
For some impossible reprieve.

Yet they strive to take their fate,
Achieve that coveted goal.
Fighting to control the rate,
That they have to bear their toll.

The trodden and weathered
Take their rightful place
As masters of the unfettered
Unbeaten at their own pace.

I saw some poems beside the Haikus, so I decided, what the hell.

[Sleet]

In the tea room did a blind gal reside,
my tomfoolery she'd often chide.
Though she could not see,
my hand crept up her knee.
With my face, her cane did collide.

There once was a lass-fearing laddie,
whose paranoia had kept him girl-free
Many people considered
that perhaps he'd been embittered,
by the girl from the school's library.