Our Way is the Old Way

[Reiwa]

Write me an old English poem about going to bed and sleeping peacefully through the night

Here is a short Old English poem about going to bed and sleeping peacefully through the night:

Hwæt, we Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas.

Lo, in the days of yore,
the kings of the folk, the glorious ones,
how the nobles performed great deeds.
Often Scyld Scefing, the prince of the Shieldings,
harassed many tribes, took mead-benches,
terrified warriors.

Translation:

Listen, in the days of old,
the kings of the people, the glorious ones,
how the nobles performed great deeds.
Often Scyld Scefing, the prince of the Shieldings,
harassed many tribes, took mead-benches,
terrified warriors.

This computer Satan is my favorite.

[Jibartik]

Pinnacle of human ingenuity:

"There once was a man from Nantucket."

[magnetaress]

Fire shall rain from the heavens.
Ground heave.
Sky wail.

The earth will burn.

Pain washed away in death.
Life wrought unto earth.

To rest for the eon. Finally at peace. In gleaming stasis. A quiet and silent fragmented story to tell. Never to be heard again by human souls.

[Botten]

This computer Satan is my favorite.

Beowulf was a good read.

[Encroaching Death]

ye dunnea olde anglish?

[magnetaress]

In death.
Ascension
To serve

A spirit so broken a soul so corrupt.
To pray only for nothing. Dimming.

Fading.

Suffering.

To emptiness. Nothingness.

For you.

[unsunghero]

Not a big fan of poetry…

“If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t,
If you like to win, but you think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can”

[magnetaress]

Not a big fan of poetry…

“If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t,
If you like to win, but you think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can”

Pretty good didju write?

I wrotes my own :p

[unsunghero]

Pretty good didju write?

I wrotes my own :p

Heck no, it’s The Man Who Thinks He Can - Walter Wintle

[Encroaching Death]

I once wrote a poem when my dog died.

No, it wasn't good.

I shared it with my mom, which must've been awkward for her as I am the type who never opens up or talks about feelings and shit.

But losing my dog broke me.

[Reiwa]

But losing my dog broke me.

Same. :(

[magnetaress]

I recommand that u check out some therapy for that.

1) u gave ur doggos life
2) they where most likely good lifes from what i can tell
3) doggos don't generally outlive their hummoos
4) that was much better than all the million terrible things u could have put ur energy into
5) g-d loves doggos and so did u
6) there where many perfect moments with ur doggos remember those