Write poetry. Do it now. I don't care if it sucks. I don't care if you have nothing to say. Stop making excuses. Write some poetry and add it to this thread.
Whiz-bang, neato, super cool, awesome
Everything is nothing except when it's not
I was trying to find some things, but then I lost some
You can fit your whole damn life into a slot
Moments run away and then we cannot find them
Time will never stop, so keep up the pace
Do you stand up for friends, or do you hide behind them?
Not taking control will blow up in your face
A haiku:
I have a test on
Tuesday in philosophy.
I'll probably fail. =(
This haiku sucks ass.
Although self-referential,
it is not clever.
I hate the hustle-bustle,
To-do lists, appointments, people bumping into you in a crowded hallway,
Words, artwork, immaculate conceptions, busy streams,
Busy roads, old roads to be followed, new and unexciting roads to be mapped,
Materialism, politics, making your point.
The tide of life strains itself washing up and up again.
How I long for nothingness!
The open, empty, and pristine clear.
It wants not to be acted upon, it demands nothing of you.
It doesn't exist.
TICK TOCK!
Your time is running out.
TICK TOCK!
That clock is coming for you.
Let's go get some barbeque and get busy.
wood smoke in cold air;
dead leaves, counted as they fall;
the coming autumn.
It reminds me of Piccadilly Circus
at seven o' clock
one foggy sunday eve,
a love that never was.
Waiter,
there is a pubic hair in my soup.
crawling in my skin
these words will never heal
confusing what is real
confusing what is real
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SMy life is too stressful.
I think too hard and too much.
I wish I were some other animal.
I'd like to be a bug.
Being a bug would be nice;
Nobody would critique your poetry
Or say mean things about you.
If they did you wouldn't care
Because you'd be a bug.
In conclusion, the life of a bug is short and happy.
The life of a human is long and crappy.
>>11
Those words there
of harsh comments
look awesome.
</shitty haiku>
Cherry blossoms fall
I'm wapanese
lol.
chasing after a
false, ephemeral beauty
lol, intahnetto.
This one gave her laughing bomber
DON'T RUN AWAY
Hello?
I HATE HAIKU
throb throb throb
MONS PUBENS A HELP OH
throb throb throb
I t
ink of nothing but
M
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BUTTS
PRIMAL SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEM
shrieking
heavenat the gates of
Peels back not in wind,
Peels back not in rain.
That is the kind I want to be.
Peels back in the woods,
Peeled back by creepy man.
That is the kind I want to be.
THE DISDAINFUL ANUS
DRIPS WITH SORROW
LONGING FOR THE EMBRACE
OF THE ANGRY PHALLUS
In the darkness
I see a hand
crushing me
slowlyI should really be asleep
right now.
orz
STO OTL
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zDigging in my skin
These wounds, they just will not heal
Confusing what's real
>>26 is where
I want to be forever
ohanami, yo!
this is a nice one, whoever made it should post here too:
The leader
Patient and steady with all he must bear,
Ready to accept every challenge with care,
Easy in manner, yet solid as steel,
Strong in his faith, refreshingly real,
Isn't afraid to propose what is bold,
Doesn't conform to the usual mold,
Eyes that have foresight, for hindsight wont do
Never back down when he sees what is true
Tells it all straight, and means it all too
Bracing for war, but praying for peace
Using his power so evil will cease:
So much a leader and worthy of trust,
Here stands a man who will do what he must
> Beware of acrostics! Some messages may seem harsh, but read it twice
> before responding to it. Here is an example:
> Gosh, what an awful writing!
> Old Miss Muffet woulda been a better speller;
> Objects and subjects all mixed up. I
> Don't think you've got a three-year-old's brain (sneer
> Just shut up next time you wanna say something,
> Okay? I'm tired of you.
> Bye, and I hope to never see you again!
> (See GOODJOB on the left column?)
Ha ha ha! That is a pretty funny poem, then. President Bush sucks!
there is no glory
left in this tired old world;
...I say, is that duck?
Ranking, shifting
Dropping, calculi
Floating through miasma
-> of venerable specks
Why must you click on something so flashy?
I guess I can call it job security.
You call on me only when your computer gets too slow
To keep up with the speed at which your life flows.
You wonder how it got all those icons and toolbars,
And when I tell you how, you look at me like I was from Mars.
Viruses, trojans, adware, spyware, all these maladies
Have enslaved your computer once so free.
And when I return it to you so clean,
You're so anxious, excited, and keen
To keep on believing the myths
That got you into this mess to begin with.
If only you'd stop using that insecure I.E.
Get a better browser and virus/spyware protection, they're free.
I guess I really can call it job security,
Becuase so very few will keep doing this for free.
Save a click:
> I guess I really can call it job security,
> Becuase so very few will keep doing this for free.
HAIKU in UNAS ftw.
TONOK TOK ONAC
TAR MAN KAN KO
KO KEKA ONAC
>>35
WIY TYAV HAYT TIGI GIB?
>>37,38
fgsfds
>>39
I concur my friend;
because it looks like gibberish,
I won't even try.
Unas rules.
Stargate ftw
I want to taste the donut hole again
It's like a bakery in my mouth
Up through my nose if I breathe out I get the urge
I'm going downstairs and getting another donut hole
I'm gonna eat it
I wander while I wonder
I wonder while I wander
I wonder why I wander
Why I wander all alone