Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Learning poems

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • #16
    A German one, I found in the depth of the net:

    Ein Limerickdichter aus Ensch
    fand nichts, was sich reimte auf "Mensch".
    So hat denn der hier
    statt fünf Zeilen vier.

    The word "Mensch" is famous for having no rhyme in German. Except of course for "Pensch" which is the central part of a lamp-shade (Lampenschirm).
    Why doing it the easy way if it is possible to do it complicated?

    Comment


    • #17
      Re: Re: Learning poems

      Originally posted by KrazyHorse


      Good luck with that
      "I hope I get to punch you in the face one day" - MRT144, Imran Siddiqui
      'I'm fairly certain that a ban on me punching you in the face is not a "right" worth respecting." - loinburger

      Comment


      • #18
        Originally posted by Cort Haus
        There once was a website called Poly
        Whose posters would tend to get trolly
        They'd hurl some obuse
        And act all obtuse
        But none could confuse like the Molly
        You sir, are a REAL poet
        Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
        And notifying the next of kin
        Once again...

        Comment


        • #19
          Here I sit
          Brokenhearted
          Came to ****,
          But only farted.

          Comment


          • #20
            Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
            Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.


            I was a bit harsh on Poetry on the last Poems thread, but I still see it as lyrics without the important bit - music.

            Comment


            • #21
              Eat **** and crap chain.
              In da butt.
              "Do not worry if others do not understand you. Instead worry if you do not understand others." - Confucius
              THE UNDEFEATED SUPERCITIZEN w:4 t:2 l:1 (DON'T ASK!)
              "God is dead" - Nietzsche. "Nietzsche is dead" - God.

              Comment


              • #22
                Re: Learning poems

                Originally posted by Adalbertus
                I was always lazy learning poems, but I just thought it is time to learn one - which is worth learning. So, I`m looking for Limericks (english, german, french) with four or six lines. In fact, they should show some eloquence and humour. Any ideas?

                (P.S. I know what I'm asking for ...)

                Limericks in English have five lines-

                There was an Old Man with a beard,
                Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
                Two Owls and a Hen,
                Four Larks and a Wren,
                Have all built their nests in my beard!'
                Edward Lear

                but of course many poems have four or six line stanzas but aren't as easily memorized as a good limerick.

                Shakespeare's song:

                Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
                Nor the furious winter's rages;
                Thou thy worldly task hast done,
                Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
                Golden lads and girls all must,
                As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

                Fear no more the frown o' the great;
                Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
                Care no more to clothe and eat;
                To thee the reed is as the oak:
                The sceptre, learning, physic, must
                All follow this, and come to dust.

                Fear no more the lightning-flash,
                Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
                Fear not slander, censure rash;
                Thou hast finished joy and moan;
                All lovers young, all lovers must
                Consign to thee, and come to dust.

                No exorciser harm thee!
                Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
                Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
                Nothing ill come near thee!
                Quiet consummation have;
                is worth memorizing, as is Thomas Nashe's Song from 'Summer's Last Will And Testament':



                Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
                This world uncertain is,
                Fond are life's lustful joys,
                Death proves them all but toys,
                None from his darts can fly;
                I am sick, I must die:
                Lord, have mercy on us. ...

                Rich men, trust not in wealth,
                God cannot buy you health;
                Physic himself must fade.
                All things to end are made,
                The plague full swift goes by;
                I am sick, I must die:
                Lord, have mercy on us.

                Beauty is but a flower,
                Which wrinkles will devour,
                Brightness falls from the air, ...
                Queens have died young and fair,
                Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
                I am sick, I must die:
                Lord, have mercy on us.

                Strength stoops unto the grave,
                Worms feed on Hector brave,
                Swords may not fight with fate,
                Earth still holds ope her gate.
                Come, come, the bells do cry.
                I am sick, I must die: ...
                Lord, have mercy on us.

                Wit with his wantonness
                Tasteth death's bitterness:
                Hell's executioner
                Hath no ears for to hear
                What vain art can reply.
                I am sick, I must die:
                Lord, have mercy on us.

                Haste therefore each degree,
                To welcome destiny: ...
                Heaven is our heritage,
                Earth but a player's stage,
                Mount we unto the sky.
                I am sick, I must die:
                Lord, have mercy on us.
                This website is for sale! elizabethanauthors.com is your first and best source for all of the information you’re looking for. From general topics to more of what you would expect to find here, elizabethanauthors.com has it all. We hope you find what you are searching for!


                Stevie Smith's 'Croft' :


                Aloft,
                In the loft,
                Sits Croft;
                He is soft.
                William Wordsworth:

                A slumber did my spirit seal;
                I had no human fears:
                She seemed a thing that could not feel
                The touch of earthly years.

                No motion has she now, no force;
                She neither hears nor sees,
                Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
                With rocks, and stones, and trees.
                Happy hunting...

                There was an Old Man of Coblenz,
                The length of whose legs was immense;
                He went with one prance
                From Turkey to France,
                That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.
                Attached Files
                Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

                Comment


                • #23
                  There once was a young man from France,
                  Who sat on a hill of red ant.
                  He remarked to some ladies
                  That he was in Hades
                  And suddenly took off his pants.
                  or

                  Old Mother Hubbard
                  Went to the cupboard
                  To get her daughter a dress.
                  When she got there
                  The cupboard was bare,]
                  And so was the daughter, I guess

                  Comment


                  • #24
                    Asking for correction :

                    Apolyton

                    This is a place with many threads;
                    All the readers are widespread
                    In the world. They post
                    Answers or ripostes
                    Then flee from Ming, Chief si dread.
                    Statistical anomaly.
                    The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

                    Comment

                    Working...
                    X