Epic Poems Thread
 

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The Poetic Edda:

http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/poetic_edda.html

Literally poetic epics.

He ran from the Indies
To the Andies
In his undies.

:03:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't


/thread

When I'm in a drunken mood
I cheer, dance and sing.
When I'm in a sober mood
I worry, grumble and think

But when my moods are over
and my time has come to pass,
I hopa I'm burried upside down,
so the world can kiss my ass

A little blue bird with a yellow bill,
landed on my window sill.
I lured him in with a crust of bread,
then I crushed his little head.

Aye!:DL
I've been fascinated/obsessed by Germanic/Nordic culture and religion for some time now, so this summer I finally decided I should read the Edda. Was a great collection of poems:DL Especially Hárbarðsljóð, often had to LOL while reading it:)


When I was in the bookstore buying the Edda, I spotted a copy of the Kalevala as well. Great epic poem which I can really recommend. Much more so an epic than the Poetic Edda, because whereas the Edda is a collection of often unrelated poems, the Kalevala tells one story.

Violets are blue
Roses are red
The Poetry Monster will come for you
If you continue rhyming like that:stare:

Yesterday upon the stair
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I think he's with the CIA.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating peanuts by the peck.
His father called, he would not go
Because he loved those peanuts so.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,
A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy.
When Fuzzy Wuzzy lost his 'air
He wasn't Fuzzy, was 'e?

A poem in Scots dialect

On a hill there stood a coo
it must be awa as its no there noo.

and

There once was a Fairy Called Nuff
Fairy Nuff.

and

Spring has spring
The grass is riz
I wonder where da boidys iz

Dey say da boids are on da wing
But thats obsoid
As the wings are on da boid.

Cheers

Garion

PS a coo is a cow :D

Bad poetry, oh noetry!

At one time I had three or four notebooks full of bad poetry. Maybe not bad thing they were lost to Father Time. :haha:

I went on a limerick-writing binge once...

A Welshman who hails from Prestatyn
Has a wife who loves classical Latin.
He dresses, to please her,
As Julius Caesar
But he'd rather be General Patton.

"Scotch whisky's the finest on earth,"
Claimed a clansman of Highlander birth.
He came down from the north
To the mouth of the Forth
Just to belt back a fifth on the Firth.

A criminal youngster in Gloucester
Chased a woman and tried to accoucester.
But when she was caught, he
Found she knew karate.
It was then that he wished that he'd loucester.

A couple from Little Rock, Ark
Thought their romance could use a new spark.
But they lit such a fire
That instead of desire
They kindled a national park.

You once said don't get you started with limericks. I can see why now...

Those are brilliant! :rock:

The boy stood on the burning deck
His heart was all a quiver
He gave a cough
His leg fell off
And floated down the river