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[Fniff]

Haikus, Limericks, Rhyming Couplets, Sonnets,
We accept all, except maybe Sonic,
The clue is the title,
Start writing down poems, time is vital!

[Xantalos]

For now, PTW
As I must say adieu
To consciousness involving moving.

[Nosaneinme]

For now, PTW
As I must say adieu
To consciousness involving moving.

Black and White

White and Black

Simple Words

Powerful Words

Hellish Words

World fill two Superpowers

One called John White

Other to be John Black

John black was White and John White was Black

Duality in Perfect Form

[anailater]

A Drawn out Poem
An amount I couldn't read
Why so verbose hmm?

[Nosaneinme]

A Drawn out Poem
An amount I couldn't read
Why so verbose hmm?

Dog eats dog

Poet Must know these

For he is one use Phrase of new and old

[Remuthra]

A poet.
Using pointless quotes.
Free verse is fun.

[borno]

All the flamethrowers, things, and dwarves you can stick,
Together, as one ('cause that's his shtick)

[Slayerhero90]

The patched up fruit,
green in color,
smiles,
and yet,
is pained
and scared
by the slant of his
working eye.

[Fniff]

Nightmarish mask hides the face
all the demons make their haste
away from this evil hooded man
if the gods cannot stop him, who can?

[Slayerhero90]

He
disdainfully stares
through the screen
to the mask that
is not a mask,
but flesh.

[Fniff]

Oh but if he knew
This screen seperates me
from you
with your nightmarish flesh and your terrifying eyes
you are not within the screen but just some lies
since you real you is so far away but how
do you frighten me so? But I must go now
there is a knocking at my chamber door,
I hope it is the raven, not you, that would be poor.

[Slayerhero90]

The ravens
are dead
with Earth.
Do not
linger
in the land
of Shudovaij.

[Il Palazzo]

Sad Slayerhero's   Sorrowful Soul
Gazes Gravely   from Eyless Avatar's   
Morbidly Morose   Vestigal Vitality
Whyfor so Woebegone?   Whence the Wretchedness?

Perchance it Pertains   to the Yoke of Youth
Which Wickedly   Beleaguers, Belittles
Inures and Imbues   with a Foreboding Feeling
of Forsaken Felicity?   oh, the Glamourless Gaol!
the Ineffable Imbroglio!   the Furtive Fibber!

Alas, not All is lost.   as Dreary Days Depart
to the Hallowed Halls   where Janus Jealously
Guards the Gossamers   of Missing Memories
as the Tribulations of the Transition   to Adulthood's Arrival
Dissolve Dispassionately   in Demure Denouement
Left is but a Lingering,    Remorseless Reminiscence
of a Dulcet Dalliance   Nostalgic in Nature

[mcclay]

Forum dweller of old
Does not give a fuck about kobolds
Mad as a loon
Probably a Goon.

[Nosaneinme]

Colour of White and black on one being

But Which side is he on

And His Two Suns show him the right way