The Official Smogon Poetry Thread

I apologise if this has been done, but I didn't see any other threads like this, so I decided I'd like to start my own. Basically this is a chance to express yourself and to showcase poetry you have written, to your fellow Smogonites. Write the age you wrote the poem at also, because obviously a 14 year olds poem will probably be below the standard of a 25 year olds.

I'll start off with a poem titled Hermit that I wrote whilst driving in the south of Italy in December, aged 15 and 9 months.

Lurking silently in the mist and haze

Wandering the mountains for endless days.

Those lost souls ignored, forgotten by the world

Hair dishevelled, their toenails curled.

Lumbering through the wind and the rain

Fighting within them, their torturous pain.

Their clothes are tattered, skin weathered and old

From years gone by, their eyes are cold.

Isolated from life, wandering all alone

Calling the trees and the mountains their home.

Claimed by a volcano, an earthquake or weather

Lost to the world, bodies buried forever.


So yeah, write a poem that you've written and if you wish, write a small explanation underneath. I don't have time at the moment to explain mine, but that will be edited in soon.

Poem I wrote called Rejection (age 20, just a couple weeks back)

My heart is all I have to give
On occasion
But it seems as long as I live
It’ll never be enough

Maybe it’s not a good enough heart
Is it possible to get another one?
I kind of feel bad to separate us apart
But failure is not the greatest feeling

Once is enough
Twice, horrendous
Thrice, tough
Fourth time, tremendous

Only joking
It feels like somebody is taking your soul and punching it
repeatedly
It pleads for pain to stop
but that just makes it funnier
and it is spit on
and burnt with cigarettes
and kicked
and it is told how inadequate it really is
and then you realize that this is not hypothetical

And then you look in the mirror
And see your face frowning
And you know that isn’t how you should be
Unhappy
All because you’re not good enough for someone you care about deeply
And you know it
But you’re the only one that cares
But after all, life’s not fair
Right?









Note: This wasn't really anything personal, I think I was just listening to some depressing music and it came to me

Yeah, we used to have a poetry topic http://www.smogon.com/forums/showthread.php?t=28483

but it kinda tapered off after it dropped off the first/second page of renaissance. uh, i guess i'll add one of my own, then:

19, only about a week ago, it was raining at like 3 am :o

Twilight Rain-

My love, you are the soft-spoken, twilight rain
as I shower in the dark, and wash off the pain
of living through torrential showers
and where through a tattered umbrella
poured and soaked my heart for hours
for ours is not sung in a capella
without a friend, a lonely song
but sweet harmony we make
under weather and awake
to find the world where we belong
covered in renewing dew
reflecting all my love for you

Super Angsty Teen Poem

Sometimes it seems that I think
What a speck on that blurry, big picture would think,
The one that they say means so many things.
It just looks like paint on a canvas to me!
But who am I to say?
My vision, it deteriorates with every passing day.
I can't even see the speck anymore.

I used to post in the previous one as I recall, I've got a big store of poetry.

I'll just do the most recent one.

Last Day on Earth

When I was but a wee lad, a mere five summers old,
I would wander across these wet cliffs at will.
Sunset basked in summer days on the sunlit hills,
And the faint dawn came in a foggy shroud of cold.

Innocence caressed daily the growth of green grass,
Happiness settled hopefully in my newfound heart.
Upon the shore's sand the sun sat still like a guard,
Its rays lit upon the light-strewn hair of a young lass.

I forgot never the memory of her glinting golden locks,
Nor the chill of the beach breeze blowing through her hair.
I always would keep close the sight of her jubilant stare,
Yet ne'er did I expect to see her again walking these rocks.

Fifteen years later I returned on a fateful moonlit night,
To ponder the mysteries of mind and what it would lay out.
I was then fully filled with anxiety and a growing doubt,
And the stars shone with an ever mistrustful silver light.

Yet in the mirror of the starry sky reflected two clear eyes
Sapphire gems set in a round face with silk-strewn skin.
I beheld once again the beauty that radiated from within,
Yet where once grew gold her roots black had been dyed.

She never stood still or turned back to think if one cared,
The cliff that she once walked she now ran across swift.
Suddenly caught by the zephyrs that thereamongst drift,
She vanished into the stormy seas with a steel-clad stare.

Now I am old and have weathered many days and weeks,
The time has finally come for me to claim my last words,
No longer do I dwell among dour beasts or my dear birds,
As the cliffs of my home call my name with their salty reek.

In like fashion I shall fall into lands of famine and dearth,
Fate rules no longer the pain I feel when I pass away.
Fear and guilt abandon their faith in my false dismay,
For truly I doth now depart from this last day on earth.

Wrote this in class yesterday so I could stay awake :-/ I didn't really name it, but I saved it as "Stream" so that works.


I found myself deep in sleep
And images began to creep
I saw myself within my dream
And in it I walked across a stream
I’m not entirely sure as to why
But clearly something caught my eye
I found myself conscious, quite surprised
And the stream from my dream materialized
Except, actually, if I may confide
I wasn’t on the dream stream’s same side
And aside from that, the stream was frozen
And my decision seemed to be poorly chosen
As for words, I was at a loss
And quite simply, I was afraid to cross
But regardless, I did. What else could I do?
But at the first step the ice broke through
Oddly, I noted the water was warm
Which is clearly far from the norm
And I realized it was once more spring
And the water flowed as the birds would sing
So I stood up, somewhat bemused
I went home and fell asleep, feeling confused

I guess I'll post my poem here again:

If I ever do so Pleasantly Recall...

If I ever do so pleasantly recall,
(venerating memories above all),
indulge in a dream,
whether big or whether small,
or let my mind wander,
like a leaf amidst the fall,
perhaps drift off into space,
like a zephyr or a squall,
hence remembering my place,
and the troubles that enthrall,
while revisiting occurrences,
some which may appall -
let me then embrace,
the greatest moments of them all.