#1
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- W. B. Yeats 1889

post delightful short poems here. no more than 16 lines.
i don't know why i feel so dry
#2
When the pimps in the crib ma
drop it like its hot
When tha pigs try to stick it to ya
park it like its hot
If a niggas got a attitude
pop it like its hot
Quote by Night
wtf is a selfie? is that like, touching yourself or something?
#3
This is almost 16 lines so I'm posting it

Milkshakes

Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

written by homeless Austrian lad
will someone carry me across ten thousand miles under the silence
#4
I'll give you some credit East, you're weed entwined mind has come up with a thread with potential.

"All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name."
-Andre Breton

More a qoute than a poem, but one I enjoy nonetheless
#5
Coz The Boys In The Hood Are Always Hard
You Come Talkin That Trash, We'll Pull Ya Card
Knowin' Nutin In Life But To Be Legit'
Dont Quote Me Boy Coz I Aint Said Shit
bawitaba a bang a bang diggy diggy diggy sed the boogie sed up jump the boogie
#6
what's up bitch I'm ****ing NinjaSlayHuman
I get more pussy than Harry S Truman
Seriously I might as well be made a ****in glue man
Its true man, I do man, I'm like a kangaroo man
I mean that in the sense that I jump around and shit
I don't have a pouch for my young, that's not it
I'll do another verse but then I gotta split
theres still a few more threads i need to troll in the pit
#7
What's up Pit, it's ya boi the potato
Smack that ass, make it red like a tomato
There's a drought in Fresno cuz my ryhmes red hot
You better drop ur girl son cuz she a goddamn thot
Drowning in money, got stacks to the roof
Ur girl comes over, it makes her clothes go poof
Take this hit deads, its that good cali shit
I kno u like drug posts so go ahead n smoke it

-RylanThePotato (RylanThePotato, Funk Volume Records 2014)
bawitaba a bang a bang diggy diggy diggy sed the boogie sed up jump the boogie
#8
Knock knock, it's me
Flying V
Bout to knock you out with a mad lyrics spree
Don't ask, sit down, before I throw you to the ground
With rhymes that confound and sound like true a rap found
It's way to the Pit today, don't cry, its okay
Just gunna roll the dice and play
With this game, even though its lame, I'll take your dame
You'll remember my name
The one with 23, cuz its me
Flying motherfu.cking V
#11
A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650)

A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict
Or flower presume to show
In that low summer of the West
Impossible to know -


Emily Dickinson
Last edited by Weaponized at Jul 15, 2014,
#12
My Madonna

I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model's seat
And I painted her sitting there.

I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.

She laughed at my picture and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
"'Tis Mary, the Mother of God."

So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
Where you and all may see.

- Robert W. Service
“Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge.”
Charles Darwin
#15
Quote by Eastwinn
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- W. B. Yeats 1889

post delightful short poems here. no more than 16 lines.



I.......I just ****ing love you right now, okay? If I ever said anything mean about you, I retract it.


(I sang a version of this poem set to music in Uni Men's Choir two years ago and it was absolutely beautiful)


EDIT: In fact, here it is. Three yeats poems written for chorus.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLF_As7vc-w
Last edited by MeGaDeth2314 at Jul 15, 2014,
#16
Quote by Franz Kafka, The Trees
For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie sleekly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.


Not a poem but a short story
#17
Loibere Risen by Wizlaw III von Rügen

Loibere risen von den boimen hin zu tal,
des stan blot ir este.
Blomen sich wisen daz se sint verturben al,
schoone was ir gleste.
Sus twinget de rife
maniger hande wurzel sal,
des bin ich gar sere betrübet.
Nu ich zu grife sinte der winder ist so kal
des wirt newe froide geübet.

Helfet mir schallen hundert tusend vroiden mer,
wen der maien blüte kan bringen.
Rosen de vallen an mint vrouwen roter ler,
davon wil ich singen.
Twingt mich de kulde,
al ir wurzel smackes ger
de sint an ir libe geströwet.
Wurbe ich ir hulde, son bedracht ich vroiden mer
sus de minnigliche mich vröwet.


The leaves blow from the trees deep in the valley
Barren are the branches
Flowers die away, all the wreathes that decorated
the circle dance are withered
It stares at the tree roots
with an icy frost:
Solemnly, I will grieve, with this in mind
Come, lovely dreams, bring winter warm comfort
New joy will come

Let us welcome a thousand joys this hour
More than May can bring
Roses sprout on the red lips of women
Let us sing
But winter's rage
is upon their faces
Every sense sprinkled in fragrance
They have arisen, I do not know of a greater joy
Than when I rejoice in love


it's 18 lines, but i don't play by your rules
PM me for newts
#18
Sunshine daisies
Butter mellow
Turn this stupid fat rat yellow
Quote by Overlord
It's not hard to be nice, but it's nice to be hard
#19
ive been trying to find a poem for this thread but i like long poems i guess


And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
banned
#20
Stanzas in Meditation
Stanza XXXVIII

Which I wish to say is this
There is no beginning to an end
But there is a beginning and an end
To beginning.
Why yes of course.
Any one can learn that north of course
Is not only north but north as north
Why were they worried.
What I wish to say is this.
Yes of course


BOOM

I win.
#21
My favorite sonnet or variation thereof

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.


Keats of course
My God, it's full of stars!