SOOOOOOO my friend convinced me to do this.
I wrote a poem (a pretty good one, I thought), and then I sent it through every language available on Google Translate. Needless to say, Google Translate decided my art needed work and changed things up [s]like a jerk[/s].
Feast your eyes:
[center][i][b]"Yesterday"
Good food
Send me
Money
Do this
Video
Tell me
Problem
It's a good day for us
Yesterday
Security
I like to live
It's time
Siberia
Here's what you want
Oh
Yes[/center][/i][/b]
"YESTERDAY" WASNT even THE TITLE OKAY
c'mon, Google, don't give this poem such an angsty title when the content is such a raging meme.
It looks like a conversation between two miserly moneylenders...
Meet our parents, Night and Day (respectively):
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SOOOOOOO my friend convinced me to do this.
I wrote a poem (a pretty good one, I thought), and then I sent it through every language available on Google Translate. Needless to say, Google Translate decided my art needed work and changed things up
like a jerk.
Feast your eyes:
"Yesterday"
Good food
Send me
Money
Do this
Video
Tell me
Problem
It's a good day for us
Yesterday
Security
I like to live
It's time
Siberia
Here's what you want
Oh
Yes
"YESTERDAY" WASNT even THE TITLE OKAY
c'mon, Google, don't give this poem such an angsty title when the content is such a raging meme.
It looks like a conversation between two miserly moneylenders...
Meet our parents, Night and Day (respectively):
Wanna read the
actual poem? Here it is:
"Soft Breathes the Night"
Soft breathes the Night with a summer's chill
when smirks of shadows reign 'til the morrow;
the lurking dark on Night's farthest hill
eclipses Day's songs of joy with sorrow.
Soft breathes the Night of a thousand skies
with whispers of clouds to hunt the blue moon;
those sweetest nothings of winds are lies
which lay bright Day to sleep with silken croon.
Soft breathes the Night of the winter's scars
when promise of frost calls darkness most shy;
raise scepter of dusk and crown of stars
and ring in Day's end with lingering sigh.
Grave falls the Night with wrath to incur
when battles are fought in which well none fare;
exchange the lilt of saccharine purr
for strength to endure longest Day's despair.
Wanna read the
actual poem? Here it is:
"Soft Breathes the Night"
Soft breathes the Night with a summer's chill
when smirks of shadows reign 'til the morrow;
the lurking dark on Night's farthest hill
eclipses Day's songs of joy with sorrow.
Soft breathes the Night of a thousand skies
with whispers of clouds to hunt the blue moon;
those sweetest nothings of winds are lies
which lay bright Day to sleep with silken croon.
Soft breathes the Night of the winter's scars
when promise of frost calls darkness most shy;
raise scepter of dusk and crown of stars
and ring in Day's end with lingering sigh.
Grave falls the Night with wrath to incur
when battles are fought in which well none fare;
exchange the lilt of saccharine purr
for strength to endure longest Day's despair.
CURRENTLY:
Breeding our dragons
CURRENTLY:
Breeding our dragons
Here is our male dragon:
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Not sure how I’ll be getting the mate I want, but I know who she is c: Orca/Mauve/Pink lady I’m coming for you!!
Any ideas on a name for our boy? I wanted to do something from the gag poem, but I might just call him Google or something from the original poem depending on how artsy I’m feeling ~
Here is our male dragon:
Not sure how I’ll be getting the mate I want, but I know who she is c: Orca/Mauve/Pink lady I’m coming for you!!
Any ideas on a name for our boy? I wanted to do something from the gag poem, but I might just call him Google or something from the original poem depending on how artsy I’m feeling ~
"SEND ME MONEY" WHEEZE 100% relatable
This is great I'm subbing but ping me anyways :P
Also you're a W A Y better poet than me lol
"SEND ME MONEY" WHEEZE 100% relatable
This is great I'm subbing but ping me anyways :P
Also you're a W A Y better poet than me lol
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Maya | She/Her | FR+0
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Pinglist? even though I'm subbed haha
I love the actual poem
cough *glances at my own poems*
Pinglist? even though I'm subbed haha
I love the actual poem
cough *glances at my own poems*
AHHHHH thanks guys!! Will create a pinglist now!!
And @ maya nooo dude I loved your poem, it flowed so well <3 I spent hours working on mine because the tempo of 9/10/9/10 syllables is annoying to read in my head
AHHHHH thanks guys!! Will create a pinglist now!!
And @ maya nooo dude I loved your poem, it flowed so well <3 I spent hours working on mine because the tempo of 9/10/9/10 syllables is annoying to read in my head
I wrote a quick poem and translated it just for fun...
Quote:
Oh
It's easy
Managing
, Mo
Tell him
In fact
My curve has changed
In fact
, Mo
Added
Your phone
In November
um
Quote:
Dark is the night as a raven's silken feathers
His sorrow not shown but til the last tree falls
Empty is the wood, under the shining moon
The silence broken not but til the bird calls
His shriek dances cross the wind's icy breath
Carried to the grave where many hearts truly lie
Many a bloodied sword lay above ground, by his feet
Concealing the white bones below the sky
A lone raven croaks, hidden from sight
His shadow falling o'er the darkened earth
A sweep of black plumage, a silent flap of wings
Taking with him the absence of mirth
I saw your poem and got... inspired
bleh
it doesn't even make sense
I wrote a quick poem and translated it just for fun...
Quote:
Oh
It's easy
Managing
, Mo
Tell him
In fact
My curve has changed
In fact
, Mo
Added
Your phone
In November
um
Quote:
Dark is the night as a raven's silken feathers
His sorrow not shown but til the last tree falls
Empty is the wood, under the shining moon
The silence broken not but til the bird calls
His shriek dances cross the wind's icy breath
Carried to the grave where many hearts truly lie
Many a bloodied sword lay above ground, by his feet
Concealing the white bones below the sky
A lone raven croaks, hidden from sight
His shadow falling o'er the darkened earth
A sweep of black plumage, a silent flap of wings
Taking with him the absence of mirth
I saw your poem and got... inspired
bleh
it doesn't even make sense
