short lines
make everything meaningful
rhyme schemes are for losers
scansion? meter? fuck off
i'm original
notice the lower case?
that's originality, bitch
anyway
blood
and also angst
death
and similar sentiments
grief settles over me like a dark shroud of darkness and grief
when will i find a girlfriend who shares my love for vampire: the masquerade?
doomed to agony
and loneliness
and did i mention grief?
yes
grief
also there is nobody like me in the world
nope
so alone and yet interestingly unique
in a sort of anne rice way
like everyone hates me but because i'm so cool
and secretly they all want to be like me
plus i'm a vampire
no, really
stop laughing
i'll suck your fucking blood
oh man this poem is good
so much emotion
and grief
i'm so creative
that must be why everyone hates me
i'm going to cry alone now
i had to tell you that or you might not pay any attention to me
goodbye
cruel world

harsh but fair
You showed Them
the light of which
they end without

the poem above shows
how creativity dies
in
poetry
threads
like
a cloud turned to rain

how much more crap
will people write
before they learn
how to rhyme

glad someone else feels the same....

Hey dude that was a good poem...

I am rolling on the floor laughing my proverbial ass off as I type. I'm not sure it's possible but your poem inspires such impossibilities

i prefer haiku -
the harsh syllabic rules
fuel my angst and rage

That was very difficult for me to write. It took almost all of my fingers.

And you still missed out a syllable on the second line.

*Disapproving look*

I don't kow-tow to your fascist conventions, damnit. I'm a poet.

...

Damn...

The Goth Stares Into the Wardrobe, by Jonman

to the tune of the Lone Ranger music

Blackity-Blackity-BlackBlackBlack.
Blackity-Blackity-BlackBlackBlack.
Blackity-Blackity-BlackBlackBlack.
Blacky-Blaaaaaack, Black-black-Black.

Black, black, black-black, black-black
black-black, black-black, black-black-black
Black, black, black-black, black-black
black-black, black-black, black-blackblaaaack
BLACK-BLACK.
BLACKBLACK-BLACK,
BLACKBLACK-BLACK.
BLACK BLACK.

*falls out of chair laughing* oh dear god... thats whorrable ... keep em coming

**tears up from the deepness of Jonman's poetry**

HA! Exactly why I don't think I'm "gothic". I have colors in there. And a LOT of blue jeans.

Poem by anonymous:
See the happy moron,
He doesn't give a damn.
I wish I were a moron,
My God, perhaps I am.

Commie is my hero. As is Jonman.

The German Guns. by Baldrick

Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom
BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM


couldn't resist!

*bows to commie*
you never cease to amaze me oh great one.

Not only is this pretty much the antithesis of the topic, it isn't even original. Or mine. I'm posting it anyway though. Nyer

Spring has sprung,
The grass is grizz,
I wonder where the birdies is.

Relevant? Me? Never!

That is an incredibly brilliant poem.



and that's a classic

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!

I declare these two poems to be the top two pieces of literature EVER WRITTEN. Oh, god that's funny.

Ah, goth poetry. Here's a golden oldie from the forums. This was posted in what I think may have been the first poetry thread, back on 27th Feb, 2003:

Like an obsidian moon,
So soon,
My soul,
Is like a hole.
Or an empty bowl.
But not like a mole.
Except that it is blind,
Other similarities,
You will not find,
Between my soul,
And a mole.
Except that it is also black,
Deep black,
And dark.
And comes out at night.
And digs up lawns.

Damn, I really need to animate that someday.

You could make like a cartoon badger reciting his poem. I can hear your voice reading it aloud.

i dunno, i think it'd make a rather cracking short LGG animation...shortish...well bastard long and complicated knowing you mata

What is it that you're suggesting, Pat? That I can't seem to resist making things overly long and complicated? I mean... I only thought about doing a series of images about the evolution of the sheep species in the Brother Black Sheep animation for a few days before I realised I could do the same thing with about 15 words...

*rolls on floor laughing herself to tears*

haha yes, but now you need to see my poem of greatness. How deep and dark my poem is. Ready for it? Right! Here it comes!:









The end.


See, my poem is really nothing, fathom that. Wow, deep - huh? I mean, people write a lot of nothings so I figured that I'd just like totally beat them to it and like just like totally right like uh nothing.

Like ya know

whatever

This was inspired on IRC by another forum member

I would die for my Love,
But it's to much effort with this Teenage angst weighing me down,
Woe is me
Woe is me
And any way I dont got no one anyway!

I'm suggesting that your poem could be used to make a filler animation for when you're making big new ones....in fact, you could make a whole series of them, her (LGG) standing in a spot light with a mic, a beret and a pair of sun glasses with some arty farty bongo drums type thing, I'd like to hear what sues could make of jonman's one and the great thing is, the animation wouldn't have to be anything spectacular...well it would be good, but there's nothing esspecially complicated about sarah standing in front of a mic....as long as you don't insist on lip syncing it and, what's better is that you could get forumites to submit them to save you the creative hassle, go on, you know you want to

Oh my, this old thing...ah, it amused me at the time.

The mental image of Sarah onstage with a beret and a pair of bongos is somehow fundamentally right.

God, I know, that'd be perfect. Although I have to say, finally hearing Sarah's voice was a tad disappointing since I'd imagined her sounding one way for so long... Oh well, I'll get used to it.

And now, we have the image of Sarah reading that poem...even if it did take a while

I certainly did write it a long time ago!

No bongos though.

"And Then, My Friend, You Die"

And then, my friend, you die.
And then, my friend, you die.
And then...my friend...you die.

That would have to be the worst dark poem in existance.

My life
Is a dark pit of darkness
Empty lives
Of souless people
Mindless people everywhere
Screw you. Screw you. Screw you.


thank you very much.

Tch, now I look back on it I made it much too long. It stops being funny quite early on. Ah, well...

My soul is stolen from me, I cry
Like the child when they steel his biscuit
Now my comp is full of pop-ups,
and my dad won't let me fix it.


o_O I need practice ...

Stealing a child's biscuit is cruel.

Steeling it on other hand, is just plain abuse. 'Here, little Jimmy, try and eat this biscuit that I'VE COATED IN HARD, IMPENETRABLE, CORROSION-RESISTANT METAL!'

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Savage, isnt it?

I call that one "Stainless in Sainsburys - Angle-grind my tarnished soul"

There's not enough use of angle-grinders in goth poetry if you ask me. Which you didn't. I'll go away then.

I am a goth

i am dressed
all in black
my long dark hair
runs down my back

i never laugh
i never smile
i simply sit here
and look hostile

i hate my mother
i hate my father
i would hate you
but i can't bother

i practice witchcraft
i know that it's true
don't mess with me
or i will curse you

Satan's my master
He owns my soul
He did not realize
it was so like a mole

Excellent, but is has a rhyme scheme. Let's see if I can successfully mock some bad Goth poetry written on a bathroom wall...

My soul is the darkest soul ever
Like a black rock in a dark cave
Like black eyeshadow at night
Like a black cat in space
Like my black vampire blood
And my black heart
More deadly and dark than the other souls
Stealing the cruel light of the cruel world
Darker than the pupils of Satan's eyes
It comes, my dark soul monster
It comes for me
It comes

Yay for a badly written parody of a bad poem. *takes a bow*