A Collection of Bredlik Poems

Yet another compilation of "i lik the bred" type poems.

[thesaltofcarthage]

my name is Brut and wen the ides of march are heer our group decides

to stab my frend I heer him say there at the end: et tu, Brute?

[zhalfirin]

Bredlik Poems; Rosetta Stone Edition - collected and credited by @marvinhere

A compilation of Bredlik translations in different used and dead, existing and constructed languages.

materials used

cover covers - binders board, 1,5 spine stiffener - cardboard covering material - paper backed cotton onlays - paper (detail painted with acrylic paint) and goat leather title - hot stamped with heat activated foil

inner book book body - Munken pure, 100gsm endpapers - satogami (laser printed) endbands - button hole silk

format: ~A7

See some WIP pics here.

[klarastjarnljus]

My nayme is Bird

and wen it's nyte,

a dozing man

I giev a fryte.

His weary mynde

evokes Lenore,

I play a trick,

I tap the door.

[tissitpoispaita]

my name is rain

and winds that blo

and ripend grain

and glints on sno

do not stand at

my grayv and weep

i am not ther

i do not sleep

my name is birb

in sircled flite

and the soft stars

that shiyn at nite

do not stand at

my grayv and cry

i am not ther

i did not dy

[originalcontent]

my name is Bill and soon at last it wil be tyme to brayke thy fast, so to the icebox you shal come. This is to say- i ayte the plum.

[eri-pl]

my naym is ring and wen im on i help yu hide mayk problems gon i shou yu things that ar ahed i binde yur soul i mess yur head

my naym is silm im genius-mayd i show yu things that ar long fayd and then I mayk everyone die i am so greyt i mayk yu cry

my naym is melk and wen thers feast wen time is rite or im just pist i go and maim finwe and trees i steal the rocks i mess the ryme i do the diss*

my naym is mai ron im perfect i have pet wolfs and i collect monsters and spells i live in bog cant keep an elf get bit by dog

my naym is nom and im so wyse i left my hom in paradyse i met som men i lernd wyrd stuff i likd the wolf that was enuff

my naym is kano i am a bard i mayk sad songs and i cry hard sindar hav gem so i them stab i go to beach and now im crab

my naym is fyre and I nou grif my dad was killd by petty thif i swer an outh of eternal yre i meet balrogs my naym is fire

my naym is mae my dad mayd stuff i talkd with morgoth more than enuff I did bad things i fell to fyre now im in halls i lik threds for vaire

[super-metroid]

if shes your girl then why have i slowly been replacing her parts until there’s nothing left of her original body? is she then still your girl?

[averysoftsheep]

They ship of theseus’d my girl

Can’t have shit in Detroit

[roach-works]

this actually perfectly demonstrates the transitive property of memes: you can replace a meme piece by piece until it only structurally resembles the original, and it is, in fact, the same meme.

call that the meme of theseus thesis

[fadeverb]

tumblrites can have a little intertextuality as a treat

[heroofthreefaces]

my naym is ship and when i’m broke the broken part from me they toke

replace the part had been the plan but in the morn hand door car man

[trickstertime]

*me shoving transitive properties into my purse* sorry, I have to go

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

We owe the reddit refugees an apology for making them see posts like this

[cat-with-no-name]

no we don’t this shit is enrichment in their new enclosure

[marlynnofmany]

*slaps roof of Tumblr* This baby can fit so many rare vintages, you just have to go deep enough, there are some great memes in the cellar, come see

[dontgetmadgetmaddie]

For the love of god, @marlynnofmany!

[bestbredlik]

My name is meme And I am young But history Is very long Poetry meme Arrive in wave For very long time Burma Shave

[chelonianmobile]

We need some “lik the bred” poems.

[dibbunsagainstbedtime]

I’m not a poet, so I’m not sure I did this right but I tried? 

My name is Gonff,

Prins of thefs,

And wyldcats

Do not scare me.

They tayk our food,

So wen i plees,

I sneak inside

I steal the chees.

[chelonianmobile]

My nayme is Gulo

Big n meen

My eetin habits

Turn folks green

For wen theyre all

Tuckd up in bed

I breke in, stab,

N lik the ded.

[fuzzhugs]

And I em Luk

A war’ior brafe

I use to lif

Insyde a cav

Now on th sees

I’ve take a trippe

Krash the bote

N sinc the shipp

[pitviperofdoom]

My nam is Maude

A box’ng hare

Sent off to fynd

Lord Ash-eye’s heir

A serpint fot

For shrew-bayb’s saek

I nede no sord

I punch the snayk.

[mbulsht]

are these fucking redwall memes how can you do this to me

[wearejustvisiting]

My naym is triss

I lyk to fyt

The royil gards

Wyth aal m’ myte

And when my frend

Dys, it wyl steeng

But il com back

AND KYLL THE KYNG

[morsemarten]

I aym Finnbarr

An ottyr brayv

Wif mate an kidz

Long in theyr grayv

Wif alf a speer

Stuk insid mee

Ramm Fawxwulf’s edd

Intoo da tree

[fuzzhugs]

Am Kloony Scurge

A vial ratt

An I waz killt

By knastee trapp

Infade that plase

wher week wons dwell

Faught da mous

Got krush by bell

[folkpen]

My naem is Matt

A lil mous guy

Wen Kloony came

My home stopped by

And wen my frens

Our allye miss

I take his place

I am that is

[fuzzhugs]

I completely forgot about all of these. Classic Tumblr Redwall Fandom

[fuzzhugs]

@fidelattic you’re a genius.

I’m declaring June to be the month of ReReadwall (patent pending). Everyone shall reread either the first Redwall book or any of their choosing and come onto Tumblr to discuss.

I have spoken!

[saxophone-cat]

Ok here’s my Taggerung poem I talked about in the tags (hehe) earlier:

My nayme is Tagg;

Wen I wuz born

Rath took me frum

My mum Filorn

But in my sleep,

In red stone hows,

In all my dreems

I chays tha mows

[bestbredlik]

What is Bredlik about? What are Bredlik poems?

Bredlik is a fun little poetry style that was mostly popular 5+ years ago. They are mostly about animals, but can be able anything at all. The main rule is that the poem needs to follow a specific syllable count and rhyme scheme.

It's written in iambic dimeter, meaning that each line has only 4 syllables and the 2nd and 4th are the stressed (emphasized) ones.

It should have 8 lines and the rhyme should be xAxAxBxB. In other words, the 2nd and 4th line need to rhyme and the 6th and 8th as well. The final line usually stands out as something of a punchline.

Bredlike poems should also be written in the first person and most are intentionally misspelled in a fake-middle english style. I, personally, find that the misspelling often gets over-done to the point of being difficult to read fluidly.

This blog post explains the origin and structure in more detail.

[bestbredlik]

Magic mushrooms

my name is dog end ill refrein frem entring my neigbors lawn egen theyr garden big fully bloom i got stond wenn i lik shroom

[bestbredlik]

my name is Boat and wen im tired (but shipping werk is still required)

then all I want is lyttle snooze i turn to side i blok the Sooz

(krfabian on twitter)

[10moonymhrivertam]

I’m kind of sad that “lik the bred” form is mostly on the decline because it’s fucking nuts

It’s actually a pretty strict form. You gotta spell shit phonetically, it has a specific meter and rhyme scheme (think I just reblogged a post that called it iambic dimeter)….

It’s just wild to me that free verse is such a Thing in modern poetry and yet this fucking form just sprung up as a meme and I think it’s pretty great.

Maybe I should write a bunch of lik the bred poems and try to get it published :P

[bestbredlik]

I feel like I ought to know this as a collector of bredlik poems, but what exactly is the rhyme scheme that most of them follow? I’ve got the iambic dimeter part down, but the rhyme didn’t seem to be consistent across many of them. 

If you couldn’t tell already, I am very fond of bredlik poems and also enjoy the way structure interacts with the content. 

[cameoamalthea]

my name is Wolf and wen it’s cold and winter’s chill is getting old

i think a drink would be so nice i kneel down low i lik the ice

Photograph: Erikas Plucas/Alamy

[pluscachanges]

a bredlik poem about exam block

My naym is greg

And wen I trye

Tu study it

Dus mayk me cri

But tho it mae

Be veri hard

I du my best

I mayk flashcards

[purronronner]

my name is joo an tim is soon wen pesach com an full is moon wont get the dough thats leavenéd so while I can I eet the bred

[ashi-sewehitsanethe]

Mín nama is cú / ic genéðe út nihtes

Þá móna ǽr morgene / in mirce scíenð

Þá swíge ic sníce / hwílum swefað menn

Ic ne hlynne / hláf ic liccie

“My name is cow / I venture out at night

When moon ere morning / in darkness shines

Silently I sneak / while men sleep

I make no sound / I lick the bread”