The Raptastic Poetry Slam Thread, Hey- Who Put that "C" Before "Raptastic?" Options

[Rohirrim]

Something not very good I wrote angrily in Social Studies.

Once upon a midmorn freezing,
I found my patience was decreasing,
From the room of id'yits teasing,
Teasing 'round the topmost floor.

Whilst my classmates then were buzzing,
My patience they were slowly crushing,
My aching head didst set to puzzling,
Puzzling on that topmost floor

Starbucks lattes they were drawing,
Like a seagull they were squawling,
All the while I was thinking,
All about that topmost floor.

Though scolded they were not silent,
Giggles, cackles ever strident,
My mood was nearly turning violent,
To clobber all that topmost floor.

Our teacher nobly didst remind us,
Of our morals, in hope to bind us,
But alas, indeed the virus,
Soon returned to that topmost floor

Yet again, my head was aching,
And my sanity set to shaking,
Such that I resigned to hearing,
Imbeciles, evermore!

[Colonel Mustard]

That was so damn awesome.

[ImperialSnob]

Something not very good I wrote angrily in Social Studies.

Once upon a midmorn freezing,
I found my patience was decreasing,
From the room of id'yits teasing,
Teasing 'round the topmost floor.

Whilst my classmates then were buzzing,
My patience they were slowly crushing,
My aching head didst set to puzzling,
Puzzling on that topmost floor

Starbucks lattes they were drawing,
Like a seagull they were squawling,
All the while I was thinking,
All about that topmost floor.

Though scolded they were not silent,
Giggles, cackles ever strident,
My mood was nearly turning violent,
To clobber all that topmost floor.

Our teacher nobly didst remind us,
Of our morals, in hope to bind us,
But alas, indeed the virus,
Soon returned to that topmost floor

Yet again, my head was aching,
And my sanity set to shaking,
Such that I resigned to hearing,
Imbeciles, evermore!

You must of been really angry.....wanna be in my Rap Crew?

This post has been edited by ImperialSnob: Nov 21 2013, 04:48 PM

[ImperialSnob]

MC DB
-
I don't know who be-stowed this power to me,
but it looks like I'm the realest MC.
Did I also mention I'm the one and only DB!?
Dragonborn to the laymen,
even better on the mic than Paul Heyman.
My voice is like the force,
my sick mind is the source,
of all the dope rhymes,
I hope to pick you up during hard times.
So don't worry,
come,hurry,
come with me,
come and see,
the realest MC.
-------------------
State Of Rap
-
Talking bout yo crib,
that's a wet squib,
I rap bout what your afraid to rap about,
while your advertising Tout,
So shut your mouth!
Listen up,
lemme tell ya 'sup.
The world ain't a great place,
you can be locked up for your race.
Shot for pot,
made to rot because of who raised you,
keep a grudge against those that hazed you.
You dunno what you might do,
die after drinkin' too much brew?
Well I'm here to offer an escape,
I hope to escalate,you,
to,
happiness,
escape from the crapiness,of everyday livin',
but if I want,I'll change up and make you livid.
My lyrics will have you hysterics.
So watch out,
watch yo' mouth,
Twenty Fourth-teen,
Wipe the slate clean.
Here to change the rap game,
never gonna be the same,
you can call me lame,
but you only rap for the fame.
I rap for the people,
so keep your sheeple.
I invite those who want the truth,
to boot,the same old old.
Follow me and,
you can be,
the one's who SEE!

[ImperialSnob]

Spits rhymes so hot Hayley Williams would be jealous,
Some people say I'm over zealous about myself,
And they wouldn't be lying,
I'm gonna be keep bragging until I'm dying,
In fact I'm gonna brag about my skills on my death bed,
Yeah I got a big head.

[ImperialSnob]

Spit rhymes so hot Hayley Williams would be jealous,
Some people say I'm over zealous 'bout myself,
And they wouldn't be lying,
I'm gonna keep bragging until I'm dying,
In fact I'm gonna brag about my skills on my death bed,
Yeah that's right I got a big head.

When you brag you spark no intrest,
When I brag my quotes end up on Pintrest,
I'm a lyrical tactician,
My rhymes are shocking, Lyrical electrician,
I'm droppin' bombs on ya'all from the back of a gryphon,
Young but I got ambition,
I'm a natural born phonetician,
Now on to the next verse, transitation.

I'll kill your favourite rapper,
send their career down the crapper,
I'm the exucutioner,
An exhibitioner of Rap U,
A nerd through and through,
Yet I still decimate,
Yet you still underestimate,
Stop deneying, You still know I'm great.

You rap like you just had a lobotamy,
I rap like a robot, don't ya see?,
You rap like Cher Lloyd,
I plan out my rhymes like I'm John Boyd.

[ImperialSnob]

No one...no?

Ok...

[Rohirrim]

A bit late for love poems, but whatever!

Techpriests are red

Jetbikes are blue

The Emperor protects

Me and you.

[ImperialSnob]

A bit late for love poems, but whatever!

Techpriests are red

Jetbikes are blue

The Emperor protects

Me and you.

You should watch RollPlay:Dark Heresy on Youtube.

[Rohirrim]

A bit late for love poems, but whatever!

Techpriests are red

Jetbikes are blue

The Emperor protects

Me and you.

You should watch RollPlay:Dark Heresy on Youtube.

Ha! I was so on that shee already, brah.

Edit: Speaking of which, better go start that new thread...

This post has been edited by Rohirrim: Apr 15 2014, 08:50 PM

[ImperialSnob]

A bit late for love poems, but whatever!

Techpriests are red

Jetbikes are blue

The Emperor protects

Me and you.

You should watch RollPlay:Dark Heresy on Youtube.

Ha! I was so on that shee already, brah.

Edit: Speaking of which, better go start that new thread...

Oh yeah you already know about TB and peeps already!

[Rohirrim]

A bit late for love poems, but whatever!

Techpriests are red

Jetbikes are blue

The Emperor protects

Me and you.

You should watch RollPlay:Dark Heresy on Youtube.

Ha! I was so on that shee already, brah.

Edit: Speaking of which, better go start that new thread...

Oh yeah you already know about TB and peeps already!

Heheheh...Horkenfriend goes by many names...

[Callidus Thorn]

Giving this a kick with something that came to mind earlier:

Steadfast

Alone in darkness stands a man,
Bereft of hope, devoid of plan,
Who stands his ground for standing's sake,
His very life and soul at stake.

His lungs, his blood, they breathe and flow,
His heart, his mind, they surely know,
With these alone he can exist,
With these alone he must resist.

Upon his back, a heavy load,
Of all the lies he ever told,
To those he loved, from whom he'd hide,
His bitter sorrows long denied.

The blackness shows him many sights,
Plays of shadows, lacking lights,
And though he feels fit to fall,
The steadfast man endures them all.

And then ahead a light appears,
Amidst the shadows that he fears,
Hope is born, and formed a plan,
A faltering step now takes the man.

A second follows close behind,
Stumbling forward, light to find,
On and on, he staggers forth,
To follow star that lights the north.

Out of darkness, at last he falls,
To find himself in sacred halls,
The weighty load he now sets down,
To rest in peace, his home now found.


It's kind of rough, couldn't catch as much of it as I'd have liked, and it needs some work, but it is what it is. *shrugs*

[mALX]

Giving this a kick with something that came to mind earlier:

Steadfast

Alone in darkness stands a man,
Bereft of hope, devoid of plan,
Who stands his ground for standing's sake,
His very life and soul at stake.

His lungs, his blood, they breathe and flow,
His heart, his mind, they surely know,
With these alone he can exist,
With these alone he must resist.

Upon his back, a heavy load,
Of all the lies he ever told,
To those he loved, from whom he'd hide,
His bitter sorrows long denied.

The blackness shows him many sights,
Plays of shadows, lacking lights,
And though he feels fit to fall,
The steadfast man endures them all.

And then ahead a light appears,
Amidst the shadows that he fears,
Hope is born, and formed a plan,
A faltering step now takes the man.

A second follows close behind,
Stumbling forward, light to find,
On and on, he staggers forth,
To follow star that lights the north.

Out of darkness, at last he falls,
To find himself in sacred halls,
The weighty load he now sets down,
To rest in peace, his home now found.


It's kind of rough, couldn't catch as much of it as I'd have liked, and it needs some work, but it is what it is. *shrugs*

This is fantastic, you are an Awesome poet!

[Callidus Thorn]

This is fantastic, you are an Awesome poet!

And you, mALX, are far too kind

[mALX]

This is fantastic, you are an Awesome poet!

And you, mALX, are far too kind

No way, that is the truth. Poetry is not easy at all; and your poem conveyed a depth of feeling that would have taken a tremendous effort to put into words even without the difficulty of rhyming them - but you did it, and made it seem easily written when I know how hard it must have been to write that. Awesome poem!

[Callidus Thorn]

No way, that is the truth. Poetry is not easy at all; and your poem conveyed a depth of feeling that would have taken a tremendous effort to put into words even without the difficulty of rhyming them - but you did it, and made it seem easily written when I know how hard it must have been to write that. Awesome poem!

Reading it back it does seem better than it did when I was writing it. Guess I'll leave it as it is, I don't see anywhere I could tweak it now.

I still say you're too kind though I'm starting to think there isn't an unkind bone in your body

[mALX]

No way, that is the truth. Poetry is not easy at all; and your poem conveyed a depth of feeling that would have taken a tremendous effort to put into words even without the difficulty of rhyming them - but you did it, and made it seem easily written when I know how hard it must have been to write that. Awesome poem!

Reading it back it does seem better than it did when I was writing it. Guess I'll leave it as it is, I don't see anywhere I could tweak it now.

I still say you're too kind though I'm starting to think there isn't an unkind bone in your body

That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much! I hope that is true the higher percentage of the time, but I've got that red haired temper that usually causes me to spout something I wish I hadn't said a minute later when it cools down,

[Callidus Thorn]

And here's another one that came into my mind:

Courage

Alone amidst a battlefield,
A figure makes its stand.
With naught but courage left to wield,
No weapon in its hand.
No armour girt about themself,
Nor armies at their call,
And with their swiftly failing health,
It stands defiant, tall.

Beset on each and every side,
By hordes of mighty foes.
To crash upon them like a tide,
Of ever-present woes.
And as the battlefield without,
So doth it lay within.
The mighty heart, beset by doubt,
That beats beneath the skin.

And though they carry many harms
From which the blood-tears flow.
They do not heed surrender's charms,
Defeat they will not know.
Forever will they stand their ground,
For that which they hold dear.
Though by their sorrows they be drowned,
Or feel the hand of fear.

And when at last at battle's end,
And bodies 'round them lie.
Still they stand there to defend,
The ground for which they'd die.
For all too soon their foes arise,
Returned through death's dark door.
Then hear again that figure's cry,
“Once more, dear heart, once more.”

[mALX]

And here's another one that came into my mind:

Courage

Alone amidst a battlefield,
A figure makes its stand.
With naught but courage left to wield,
No weapon in its hand.
No armour girt about themself,
Nor armies at their call,
And with their swiftly failing health,
It stands defiant, tall.

Beset on each and every side,
By hordes of mighty foes.
To crash upon them like a tide,
Of ever-present woes.
And as the battlefield without,
So doth it lay within.
The mighty heart, beset by doubt,
That beats beneath the skin.

And though they carry many harms
From which the blood-tears flow.
They do not heed surrender's charms,
Defeat they will not know.
Forever will they stand their ground,
For that which they hold dear.
Though by their sorrows they be drowned,
Or feel the hand of fear.

And when at last at battle's end,
And bodies 'round them lie.
Still they stand there to defend,
The ground for which they'd die.
For all too soon their foes arise,
Returned through death's dark door.
Then hear again that figure's cry,
“Once more, dear heart, once more.”

This is amazing! Awesome Write !!!!