Poetry

[Dari]

3 hours ago, BadDodo said:

The last line of your haiku has like, 6 syllable.

Oops. I can't figure out syllables for the life of me, so I guess the help I got wasn't correct 

 

Poem

Once upon a time. I tried.

To go spelunking. I died.

Got my stuff back. I sighed.

Got killed again. I cried.

[Rippy]

Our glorius poetry moderator, @Trentifus, has gone on holidays. Let's smash out lots of poems for our passionate community leader so he has a nice present upon his return!

[Titanius]

On 6/3/2016 at 1:10 PM, Trentifus said:

Angry Birds

 

Argentavis and Pteranodon,

Quetzal and Dimorphodon,

Flying high up in the sky, well above any cloud,

Avioding the bite of the Giga, his roar ohh so loud,

There is another flappy bird looking thing,

His attack a special kind of health draining sting,

Meganeura, the ancient relative of the dragonfly,

Once I saw 10 of them devour a lonesome guy.

 

In @Trentifus absence, I approve this poem sir

[DaEndGame]

On 9 June 2016 at 9:39 PM, Dari said:

Oops. I can't figure out syllables for the life of me, so I guess the help I got wasn't correct 

How to figure out Syllables - everytime your chin goes down and up again a syllables has finished and is beginning. I hope I worded that correctly.

[DaEndGame]

 A Storytellers Lure

Shall I regale ye with a tale
of Aristaeus Cosmos.
The first man to set foot
On the land we call Ark.

Ark is moreover an island
as diverse as a continent
with mountains, rivers,
lush jungles and forests.
It has Biomes a plenty,
ranging from deserts to frozen plains,
from bug riddled swamps to
lush rainforests and dense woods.

What inhabits this island you ask?
Well, birds and mammals of course,
reptiles, insects, and arthropods as well.
Yet these are unlike any
you’ve ever seen nor heard,
they range in sizes,
from smaller then a chicken
to the size of houses
and larger yet, then a lords manor.

Feathered reptiles are dominant in this land,
mankind are merely trespassers here.
We built our villages and forts,
encompassed by tall, mighty walls.
Hoping that the they
would keep the monstrosities out.

Are ye interested?
Do ye wish to here more?
If not, continue on your way
to wherever it is your destination lay.
If so, then come on in and gather round
we will begin our tale shortly,
aboard a one man yacht
manned by the hero of our story,
in midst of ocean and storm.

 

Link to the story this is about, is in my signature

[DaEndGame]

Danger Lurks in the Darkness

There in the forest it dwells,

hiding amongst deep shadows.

The only hint of its presence,

a shadowy shape outlined by darkness.

It lays there scheming dastardly things,

the kind of which one dare's not to think.

It watches like a hawk

a small child in the sand.

As the naive child approaches the woods,

the devilish fiend slips away.

Welcome to little reds woods,

for this is where the tale comes

and where the cunning legend awaits.

 

PS poetry doesn't have too rhyme. Not to mention this is more of an epic. Although A short one at that.

 

[DaEndGame]

Xbox Updates:

Xbox One Patch notes
Where are thou hiding from me
My Patience is Gone

 

PC Updates:

Ark PC Patch Notes
You Get Them Regularly
Why, oh why, do you

[DaEndGame]

The Beast Within...

It’s there hiding,
waiting to burst forth.
Few know it’s true form,
even fewer still breathe.
It lurks there in the 
deep in the soul.

A handful know its true purpose,
And its name in beast form.
Yet only one knows anymore.
Only one, knows from whence it came,
knows its true name
and knows it’s horrifying history.

Yes, you know of which I speak,
 the primeval urge deep in the gut.
And yes I know the temptations too,
The urge to run on all fours,
to kill beasts with your hands and teeth,
And too live life to its wildest.

But save yourself your soul,
for it is the cost.
So resist and you shall gain riches,
the like of which few have ever beheld.

 

Authors Note: Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. Especially if it’s an Epic, which is what this is.

 

 

[DaEndGame]

Who The ARK is Named For...

It’s a legend many have heard,
It is a tale few believe.
Perhaps I’ll tell it sometime,
But answer me this first:
Do you believe in ghosts,
In apparitions that have no solid form,
That one can see clear as day
Yet you can pass clean through.

Do you believe 
in the ravings of old men,
The ones that rant 
of blizzards in the desert
With a man rambling 
zanily at its centre.
Tell me have you seen him,
the man who can be seen and heard
yet will walk through you
 as if your not there,
and no matter how loud you are,
 he never hears.

Perhaps you’ve seen the signs?
Signs such as the 
forests sudden silence,
weather unbefitting of the area.
Dogs and wolves 
cowering in corners,
Their tails between 
their legs whimpering.
Wild animals running 
for their lives, ignoring you.
These are all signs of Him.

No one knows who he is
Or who he was.
No one knows where he’s from
Or where he's going.
You will see him 
walking, trudging and 
occasionally running.
As far as most are concerned,
He is the man who is, yet isn’t,
The man who was and will be.

If this island were a man,
It would be him.
And if this man were an island,
He would be this island
If this island has memories,
Then they are all of him.
If he has memories,
Then they are all of this island.
He is known by all as Ark,
the man that shouldn’t exist;
the man who is an Island.

 

Authors Note: Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. Especially if it’s an Epic, which is what this is.

[DaEndGame]

On 16 June 2016 at 4:38 PM, Rippy said:

Our glorius poetry moderator, @Trentifus, has gone on holidays. Let's smash out lots of poems for our passionate community leader so he has a nice present upon his return!

When is he due to be back? Do you know?

[DomiDarko]

Here are some I already posted on the Steam-forum

Stuck in rocks and stuck in trees
Dino drowns itself while it flees
Flying Fish and no-clip Spinos
Weight-more-than-Mammoth Woolly Rhinos.
Your flyer's dead at fifty-fifty
Water-jumping suicide-Ichthys!
Fall through the world: a common death
Babies starve with their first breath.
Just fed dolphins swim far away
"I took one bite, it tastes like NAY!"
Structure-placement - what a mess!
Calm down, because: EARLY ACCESS!

_____________________________________________________

 

There once was a noob, you can call him my name
Who successfully done a solo-Giganotosaurus-tame
He ran down the beaches, he ran through the woods
"Nothing will stop us, not even Alphas could!"
Then he came through the swamplands, nothing to see
Because there was the dark night and a sh*tload of trees
Made him unable to suspect what's infront of his eyes
The Giga fell of a cliff and yeah, this was his demise.
The Dino was raging and roaring, shook off the poor guy
His best pet just made one bite and he instantly died!

[AlexTheUnicorn]

An Ode to Sir Pringles

ARK boasts creatures great and small,

some violent, some not at all.

There are Barys that bite and Pegos that snatch,

Raptors to run from and Quetzals to catch!

Kapros that cuddle, wanted or not,

and Tapes that take off like a shot!

But the best of the best,

the most loyal and true,

is not fast, strong or useful,

at least maybe to you.

 

His name was Sir Pringle,

my first dinosaur,

and he was a fine bright pink male parasaur.

"A parasaur? Useless!" was what I was told.

"You'll get no use out of it but for carrying loads".

"It's a waste of a tame!"

"A meatbag!"

"A lark"

...but I think he was rather my best tame in ARK.

 

Where others might falter,

Sir Pringle kept on.

Through raids, snow and oceans....even once through some bombs.

Wherever we went he was right by my side. 

Farming thatch, wood and berries....and even some hide!

Alas, but all good things must come to and end...

so too did Sir Pringle. 

 

My parasaur friend.

 

 

RIP Sir Pringle. He died a courageous and noble death, defending me and my (new) tribe mates from danger, after our great trek across the vast oceans, our homes and tames having been decimateded by a much larger tribe which forced our many little tribes to band together to seek a new home. Hounded relentlessly by our enemies, Sir Pringles soldiered on and kept us well fed and defended until we were back on our feet.  He was a good boy.