Best Cantr Poetry

[ColormeGreen]

There's a lot of great poetry spread throughout cantr. I was hoping that as long as I don't include the name of the authors, that'd it'd be okay to share? Also, the pieces should be more than 4 days old, right? If this is a bad idea, feel free to shut me down....

One of my favorite pieces (of the one's I've seen so far) is this one:

"The Moonlight and the Grotto
By: [name redacted]
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The moonlight illuminates the stagnant sea foam
whose sparkling bubbles froth in the evening gloam--
fizzing at the mouth of a deep, dark grotto--
just as useless ideas mean nothing
yet ring on as musical ostinato.

The grotto waits patiently, no creature passing within
while swallowing the pixie's shining, shimmering kin;
caught in a blade of soft white light
flecks of grotto-dust float lit
by the bright cloud of night.

The spatter of movement sends ripples about
disturbing the stillness and removing some doubt
that the grotto was lived in by some sort of mind;
but, perhaps, the shift of a pebble
was a ruse by nature kind. "

This piece was full of subtle symbolism, though I probably shouldn't explain, as it relates to in-game events.

[Melodianme13]

I feel as though I have seen this before...

[*Wiro]

Fun fact: many "authors" copy their poems from the internet. It seems this one is pretty authentic, from a quick google search. It's nice.

[Otherside]

Many of mine could give chars away, but here are a couple from others that made me smile...

Pain and lies, suffering and knives,
Dark and dreary, the taking of lives.
Sadness and hurt, sorrowful soul,
She paid the price of the bitch's toll.

Theft and murder, lack of compassion
Burning insides until all is ashen.
No hope, no faith, no kindness abound
A lass drank so much that she was drowned.

Sharp edges, sharp teeth, aside sharp words
Tearing and ripping her flesh into thirds.
A blind eye offered and a withheld hand,
Then hair torn out strand by strand.

A mocking laugh and a flick of the head,
The bitch's triumphant words unsaid.
She got the prize and gloated inside,
Fooled all the men, then laughed while I died.


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The Heart of Gold
A Poem by Valius Synskin

Here be the story, once and for good,
It be of the ship, that`s known fer it`s wood.
But not of the wood from it`s deck, or it`s oars,
It`s known fer the wood, skin colored, on the floors!

So sit back ye and listen to a terrible fate,
that lurks in this ship and silently waits.
If any bold sailor, does open his mouth,
best watch what he say, or lose inches down south.

So bar up yer windows, and lock up yer doors.
Turn out the lights, button up yer drawers!
For when Captain Williams does raise back her axe,
she`ll slice off yer balls, and make sails from yer sacks!

So ye be given the warnin`, ye can do what ye like.
Ye can go fer a sail, ye can smoke on yer pipe.
But if ye go sailin, hang on to yer wee men!
For you`ll never be sure if you`ll see them again!

[miirkaelisaar]

Fun fact: many "authors" copy their poems from the internet. It seems this one is pretty authentic, from a quick google search. It's nice.

Personally, I feel that shouldn't even be allowed unless it's a parody or otherwise altered so the author actually has to be creative with it and make it their own in a way. None of my characters, in three and a half real life years of playing, have ever written a poem or story I didn't actually write, or drawn a picture I didn't draw with my own hands (or Microsoft Paint). And I admire the people who make original art in-game, even the characters whose drawings are childlike or primitive and not some beautiful masterpiece, it looks realistic, I love seeing real, original art and poetry in the game, even a silly misspelled tomato poem or a goofy limerick about aspic, is worth more than pasted text from the internet, that just disappoints me and it looks like an OOC note to me no matter how I look at it, I can't take copied material seriously, it feels too OOC because characters can't use psychic powers to traverse between dimensions to magically absorb word-for-word a poem written in our world, it feels like "Where did you hear Shakespeare?" They're an extension of the player so their creations should come from the player like all their thoughts and actions and not just be copied from someone else. I mean you're not sitting there looking at someone else's roleplay somewhere and copying all their text to enter into Cantr, are you? So.. what the heck, be original.

[ColormeGreen]

Since some concerns have been brought up, I do want to mention that I only wanted original pieces up here. I know the one I copied, for example, is original work. The author has written several stunning pieces.

I play a few poets myself, and their stuff is also original.

[Mee]

One of my Chars found an old note with a song, made me smile..

A Song for Lilly.
Lilly dosen`t say much, she is cooking meat.
Lilly dosen't say much, i think she is so sweet.
maybe one day soon we'll both be eating meat,
i hope that that day comes quite soon as i am feeling beat.

[Otherside]

If we're doing short and sweet:

There once was a girl called Renaki,
Who became Mona's new favorite lackey,
Mona gave her a sword,
"Hit Dimitrius when bored",
And she soon got a little bit "whacky"

[Genie]

A poem for Jessica - From Kael Youngpine...Both died long ago,I 'd like honour their memories with this.
-Should You Go First-
Should you go first and I remain,
To finish with the scroll
No lessening shadows shall ever creep in
To make this life seem droll
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God,
That death cannot destroy
I want to know each step you take,
That I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'll have you do
Walk slowly down that long long path,
For soon I'll follow you

Should you go first and I remain,
To finish with the scroll
No lessening shadows shall ever creep in
To make this life seem droll
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God,
That death cannot destroy
I want to know each step you take,
That I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'll have you do
Walk slowly down that long long path,
For soon I'll follow you

[Snickie]

There was a poetry contest in Dom Hofran RL years ago, and one of my characters (dead now) submitted a haiku. I don't remember it anymore, other than that it talked about Dom Hofran being big (which it was, at the time... I don't know if it still is now). If anybody could find that and put it up for me that'd be great. I think it's one of the best pieces I've ever written.

[kicking jay]

Hofran Living
By Jarl Kabou

There's a cow
There's a moose
There's 5 elephants with shoes
There's some hemp
There's some trouts
There's some mud to build a house
Picking stone helps the rangers while
Apples for gifts make strangers smile




| A Poem. Written by Amura, 3370 |

Dom Hofran is big.
Has fifty-something people.
Total confusion.





Did that zombie just move?


By Kelthian, 3359

When sleeping outside in the dark, here's a fair warning to you

There's a thing called the Dom Zombie, their numbers like to accrue

Lifeless and creepy, they mindlessly sit through

All of the day's ongoing review

It might make you think, if they are deliberately eschew

So when you are alone outside, you best be careful of the view

It's best not to think about the Dom Zombie crew

Because in the dark, your thoughts are just a few

Did that zombie just move? Why yes, it's true!




Ode to a maiden called Bayan!
By Felix Basseldorf

Part the First
Once upon a merry night, Bayan found herself in plight, Upon a ship of merriment, A
newspawn appeared to her detriment, A pirate he was, his intentions ill, His eyes so
dark were intending to kill, He threw one then another over board, And took Bayan for
his horde, Although she struggled valiantly, She hadn't met one as devient as he, And
thus she was stolen!
Part the Second
For many days and nights they sailed, And for many days and nights she wailed,
Lamenting those whom she lost below, Their bodies taken by the depths unknown, She
curse his soul and she cursed his boat, But alas that vessel stayed afloat, She
decided to grit her teeth, And so she emerged from underneath She worked on deck for
many a moon, And that rapscallion pirate began to swoon!
Part the Third
A strange event had taken place, A love story in the unlikeliest space, They began
this story as pirate and loot, And now they held hands, entangled head to foot, They
sailed the world, saw most everywhere, The thought of leaving him Bayan did not dare,
But as the years went on without much change, Bayan began to feel a little bit
strange, She longed once more for the rolling plains, She longed for a garment not
covered in stains, She longed for the warmness of a place by the fire, She longed for
Dom Hofran with great desire, She Longed!
Part the Fourth and Part the Final
Although he loved her, he could not stop her, He knew she would always be a Dom
Hofran Ranger And so he took her back from whence she came, A tear rolled from his
eye, it would never be the same, So there they stood on the front bow, The port
appeared and she asked what now? He said go, your heart is here, And so she left,
shedding just one tear, She arrived in town to gracious hellos, Knowing that she was
one again amongst her fellows, What is there to say next but that all went well, And
forever in Dom Hofran here she will dwell!



EXHIBITION ONLY:

Clumsy?
By Bayan and Jarl

Clumsy might be nice,
Clumsy might be cute,
We might even love it,
or just follow suit


Ode to elephants
By Bayan Roder

Large and grey
Tails swishing lazily
mighty

Grey old elephant
eating juicy leaves and roots
all day long


<< Yeah, DH is still huge. >>

[kicking jay]

The Foxglove

Silken petals brush against my cheek. I inhale deeply, the flower's scent so sweet. A charming red rose, a beautiful bluebell, None of these caught my eye so well. ========================= I pluck it, love it, and gently preserve. You, my flower, recieve all that you deserve. I give you a kiss, trapped by your spell, and then you send me plummeting to Hell. ========================= Alas, the petals I loved so freely were full of toxins, their resolve steely. One kiss was all you needed, and you stabbed me in the back... my soul defeated. ~By Pinta Garrowsson~

[Snickie]

Thanks, kicking jay!

[NostalgicMelody7]

Ah! One of those poems just made -all- of the feels happen at once. LOL

[Doug R.]

Fun fact: many "authors" copy their poems from the internet. It seems this one is pretty authentic, from a quick google search. It's nice.

One of my characters had a considerable collection of literature that she was quite proud of. She decided to compile it into a book, and I just happened to copy/paste a line into google, and sure enough, there it was. Nearly 3/4 of her collection was plagerized! Needless to say, I destroyed it all. There's no place for that in Cantr, in my opinion. We were both very disappointed.