Time for Another Poetry Thread!!

[Lil' Timmy]

the worse the better! wh00t :thumbs:

time for babies by timmy

once we had dreams.
now we have schemes.
make babies that smell like you,
but make them louder than new.

can't you hear my hopes?
we can drink the lake alright.
come down off the slopes
and break my bones tonight.

fear was free like the birds!
but the birds will always change..
lord knows there are better words,
but they feel molten and strange.

time for babies is here again
many people can count on that.
trash it all in the queerer bin
and hand me my bestest hat!

i dance on the roof of your nights!
but it takes brighter mights,
and colder lights,
and rounder frights,
and darker heights,
to settle your plights...
pacify the whites?
no, let's just fight like knights.
that's right, put on those tights!

time for babies has come to pass.
like broken glass, they're gonna last.
and since we'll have lies to keep,
put your clothes on and go to sleep.

:bounce:

 

[The Monkey]

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

 

[Lil' Timmy]

while tolkien poetry is certainly quite bad, i was hoping for some more original badness. :|

 

[The Monkey]

while tolkien poetry is certainly quite bad, i was hoping for some more original badness. :|

OK, sorry 'bout that. What about my sig. That's pretty poetic, isn't it?

 

[Lil' Timmy]

more!!

added habits by me!

let's be like bunny rabbits,
and **** all day long!
add some alcohol habits,
and we'll sing our worries gone!

i won't go back to jersey.
i can't bear to hear your voice.
my drinking killed your mercy.
your mercy killed my choice.

let's **** like bunny rabbits!
make my carrot warm again.
i'll pet your little radish
if you just tell me when.

i saw factories in the graves.
wasted my years in the sink.
your eyes are crashing my waves,
will you drink all of my pink?

see the bunnies bounce?
they have no special effects.
now they only pronounce
all that is left of sex.

 

[Lil' Timmy]

come on people! am the only one that can write drastically bad nonsense verse?
:|


not yet, mr. postman by me again!

there's time for rocking when we're old.
there's time enough for breathing in the cold.
can't spell memories without lines of time.
so make time enough to do what you're told.

the mail is in the pack, in little shapes of black.
what should we do when he's on the attack?
we won't see him coming from the street
if the back of his front is in front of his back.

problem is, i can't imagine your inch.
flight of mind like the golden finch?
you're half as good at what you do.
and my mouth is better than french.

maintenant, nous sommes les enfants.
et le facteur frappe à notre porte.
si nous parlons des périodes courantes,
aucun facteur ne sera jamais fort!

so take it in the face postman, my friend!
what you brought isn't what i can spend.
so come back tomorrow, and make amends.
because all this will end, and begin again.

 

[The Monkey]

Sorry, can't find any. :/

 

[Steve]

I'm a haiku man myself...(cuz they're easy)

Eat as much happy
as you can but be sure to
share or it tastes bad

 

[Lil' Timmy]

haiku poetry
is written by little men.
it takes some practice.

and..

i thought you were gone.
now i want to masterbate.
give me five minutes.

 

[NeptuneUK]

oh chocolate bar o chocolate bar,
how i miss thee so.
i chomped you and ate you,
and made my stomach grow.
I wish i didnt it eat - i cant afford another!
maybe i can make some cash,
by selling some meat, or my brother?


man thats some quality poetry y'all

a thang-you

 

[Steve]

haiku poetry
is written by little men.
it takes some practice.

Must you say haiku
is so diminutive, sir?
I take much offense!

 

[Lil' Timmy]

take all that you need.
i have buckets of offense.
just PM for more.

 

[NeptuneUK]

shame,
you should all bow down to moi: "teh master poet"
i mean cmon, you cant buy class like what ive got.
its a gift, baby!

 

[Steve]

take all that you need.
i have buckets of offense.
just PM for more.

Your offense is all
greasy. I will make my own.
So yeah...want some pie?

 

[Lil' Timmy]

shame,
you should all bow down to moi: "teh master poet"
i mean cmon, you cant buy class like what ive got.
its a gift, baby!

that's a strange poem.
the meter: nonexistent.
the rhymes: even worse.

 

[NeptuneUK]

you're all just jealous... ;(

 

[Lil' Timmy]

Your offense is all
greasy. I will make my own.
So yeah...want some pie?

sorry, i forgot!
my offense is freshly packed
in sensual oils.

and

no, no pie for me.
a cake slice is twice as nice.
i'm done with haiku.

 

[Space Cowboy]

Here's a freaky one.

Yesterday upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


Sorry couldn't be bothered to look up the author.

 

[CrazyHarij]

I like writing haiku too..

everybody sleeps
even when they are awake
try and wake up

for only when you
wake up in life, you wake up
in your dreams at night

the meaning of life
not in books or spoken words
it is around you

try and close your eyes
what do you see? blackness?
in fact, you see peace

this is all for now
i hope you liked them, bastard
if not, please go die

 

[Lil' Timmy]

Sorry couldn't be bothered to look up the author.

it's a bastardization of antigonish by hugh mearns.
but you're supposed to write your own poetry..
don't just post other people's.. even if you **** it up real bad :|

 

[theGreenBunny]

let's **** like bunny rabbits!
make my carrot warm again.
i'll pet your little radish
if you just tell me when.

I can identify with this.

I don't even try writing poetry, because I suck at it. Though it can be argued that all of humanity is notoriously bad at it, some people just haven't noticed yet.
I just remembered I had this feeble non-serious attempt at haiku lying around, I think it's bad enough for this thread. I must warn you, the only similarity with real haiku is the fact that it's three lines, and the lack of any sense whatsoever. It's about fishbot, an infamous IRC bot:

the bot swims
a fish that is not
god of irc

Yes. Ag ag ag.

 

[Yakuza]

Addiction

I stood below mountains, and drank the dawn,
feeling the dew between my teeth
and the sun in my throat.

My whispers break like bending bones, silent screams run down the edge of my stainless lullaby , holding my lungs with each breath I chew away.

Scratching fingers dig through the aching veins,
Pulling at the poison molesting my curdled blood.

My lips breach, cracking like thunder sending a trumpet to the sky

Ripping the clouds to my feet, watching them cry.

 

[NeptuneUK]

pizza's great,
pizza's nice,
pass the plate,
i want a slice.

yet another masterpeice from Neptune... :smoking:

 

[Yakuza]

I can identify with this.

I don't even try writing poetry, because I suck at it. Though it can be argued that all of humanity is notoriously bad at it, some people just haven't noticed yet.
I just remembered I had this feeble non-serious attempt at haiku lying around, I think it's bad enough for this thread. I must warn you, the only similarity with real haiku is the fact that it's three lines, and the lack of any sense whatsoever. It's about fishbot, an infamous IRC bot:

the bot swims
a fish that is not
god of irc

Yes. Ag ag ag.

Its born you see,
poetry,
Like a child nursing on its mother from the inside
You cant escape it,
You do not write poetry, it writes you.

 

[NeptuneUK]

Its born you see,
poetry,
Like a child nursing on its mother from the inside
You cant escape it,
You do not write poetry, it writes you.

yeah, what he said,
thats me!

 

[theGreenBunny]

You do not write poetry, it writes you.

In Soviet Russia, you wr... oh nevermind.

 

[Lil' Timmy]

I don't even try writing poetry, because I suck at it.

that's the whole point of this thread!!


january river by the timmy.

sit down and relax a while.
then wear a smile and walk the mile
to january river.

i'll be here waiting for you.
spy something new? you'll see me too
by january river.

the ice is just starting to form.
in this storm, i can't keep you warm
at january river.

it's meager flows we will stem.
and if your world is slim, we're sure to swim
in january river.

you can live lots; only once can you die.
but we can get by, try and sigh or answer why
under january river.

 

[NeptuneUK]

true poetry shows the deepests inner feelings of oneself, while provoking meaningful thought.

like my poems!

 

[Raziaar]

I'll post one I wrote in a text mmorpg. My character was a bard <shrug>

Betrayed, by Raziaar D'Vinegus

There once was a time, when I was happy,
Sharing my days with my wife, my queen.
But today I found that she betrayed me,
And our love was no longer pristine.

I have given myself to this woman,
All that I know, and all which I can.
I stood by her side and loved her,
A love replaced easily by another man.

The pain and anguish I feel from this,
Is like that of knives driven deeply home,
Aimed at my chest and piercing the heart,
Plummeting me into the darkness I gloam.

Laughter echoes in my ears... I hear him.
Though I cannot see where he stands,
His taunts merged with the melodious voice,
Of the love he has snatched from my hands.

Together they mock me, whispering dirty tales,
Of the deeds they have done, and the pleasures,
Given and received, behind my ever faithful back,
And all the wonders of her now tainted treasures.

The louder growing voices tear at my soul,
When yet another voice rings out, calling,
Drawing me near to a large gloomy mansion,
Promising to bring to an end, their galling.

The large doors opened, expecting me,
Ushering me toward a flight of stairs.
My feet pattered up, crying heard above,
As I stood, whispering silent prayers.

Dark mists, clinging to the shape of a woman,
Dancing about, around the center of a room.
She faced opposite, and as I moved to turn her,
Her blank, expressionless face had been exhumed.

Staring back, was both nothing and everything,
Her skin was featureless, smooth and rounded.
Yet it resembled the faceless many who hurt me,
Not a care or expression, my heart they pounded.

Without a tongue or even a mouth, she spoke,
Her haunting voice informing me of a quest,
Which could cease the torment, ease my mind.
I must venture out, my love awaits my wrest.

Stumbling from the manor, striding across town,
I found my way towards her lover's house.
The door creaked open, allowing access within.
Clothes were strewn everywhere, pants and blouse.

Bursting through the bedroom at the back,
They gazed up at me in naked surprise.
My hand gripped her wrist, I lifted my foot,
And stomped down between his thighs.

Escorted roughly into the plant filled yard,
They stood huddling, eyes filled with hate.
For long moments I stood, just staring,
Contemplating their ultimate fate.

Forever they are together, yet surprisingly,
I feel joy in my heart that they are bound.
For now their voices no longer lingered about,
Their bodies lay in pieces, buried in the ground.

 

[Raziaar]

Another one of mine...

The winter we grew close, by Raziaar D'Vinegus

I sit here thinking of seasons past
A winter I wish could forever last
Floating up from the depths of memory
Try to envision, remembering this with me

Paint this picture across your mind
Bleak winds howling, freezing time
A mountain island lies amidst it all
Pristinely covered with white snowfall

Atop an icy bluff, a lone pair sits
Oblivious to both, winds and drifts
The chilling blizzard lashing apace
Their bodies wrapped in warm embrace

Winter, my favorite time of year
Perfect for snuggling, for getting near
We benefit annually, from its welcome dose
I'll remember always, the winter we grew close

Rippling and piercing, wind struck like a blade
Creating many sounds, along with bubbling cascade
From chaos came something else, as they coalesced
Music was formed, in ways only nature could express

Warm lips pressed, passionately exploring
Everything intense, my spirits soaring
Emotions so heavy, no scale could measure
Bodies filled with ecstasy and with pleasure

Fingers strumming gently, dancing across skin
The Night was so perfect, but sadly it must end
The couple upped to leave, wandering down along the path
Holding hands side by side, sharing a playful laugh

Winter, my favorite time of year
Perfect for snuggling, for getting near
We benefit annually, from its welcome dose
I'll remember always, the winter we grew close

 

[NeptuneUK]

nearly as good as my pizza ryhme

 

[Lil' Timmy]

be careful peopel.. some of these are starting to make a little too much sense :angry:

trick willy by el tee

boon to the empire!
dig things than are dug.
fight fire with fire.
little white kid hard-thug.

watch will & grace on the TV.
take samples out of my head.
would that you could see me.
they're all better off dead.

slick billy grabed the rifle,
live jimmy tried the fries.
cold thomas was stifled.
trick willy was wise.

but here i go again,
inside of your did.
take jesus off the burner.
exercise your pimp-lid.

ladies can you hear me?
holla holla to the skies!
i need your help today 'cuz
trick willy stole my fries!

 

[TinyKilbasa]

O'de to a muffin:


Muffin Muffin, your so yummy
warm and fruity in my tummy

buttered bagles will not do
too crispy, too messy, through and through

toast should never be used for consumption
to clean grills maybe, or garbage compaction

You come in blueberry, nuts, or plain
whatever your flavor, you are the main

thing that keeps me alive and swell
muffin O muffin....You taste so well

*snap* snap* *snap* *snap*

 

[P-Lo]

Red is fine
Like the mid-summer wine
White will not fade
As its not a black shade
Blue is confusing
like the mother goose

The End.

/me exits the building

 

[Lil' Timmy]

poetry is remarkably easy when you realize how stupid it really is.


what you saw -L to the T

look at this face, and what do you see?
neatly-chiseled, always well-groomed.
can anyone be more handsome than me?
good god look, my flowers have bloomed.

rough diamonds in the mist. time to graduate.
congratulate, regurgitate, reiterate.
remake your own chromosomal modus,
no-doze for hobos.. the cash that's owed us.

up next is a humble beginning, flies on paper.
could be modeling many faces for skyscrapers.
critics called me half-witted, but hypnotizing.
prostitute advertising, and you refit your sizing?

roses are read inside tiger heads, blue in bed.
"magnetize my magnificent mindset", she said.
you know the shit you still haven't tried yet?
a good day for life, and fat cats are wide pets.

everybody's been wondering where i was.
now they wonder why i'm here.
forgot about frenzied crazy-love?
do you dream in clouds of fear?

 

[P-Lo]

But good poetry isn't.

 

[Lil' Timmy]

But good poetry isn't.

that's one of the shortest poems evar111!11

 

[Reckless]

In a land beyond sight the sky shines gold not blue,
there the crowbar's might, make mortal dreams come true.

 

[P-Lo]

Quoth teh P-Lo..nevahmo' .

 

[Lil' Timmy]

help you help me -me again

decorations fade in time,
can you ever feel sublime?
face is sweet from salty tears,
worn-out again by winter fears.

it's not the first time you tried
traveling deep into the past.
peace is your trade that's plied.
hate sparks the wait that gonna last.

there's a last time for everything,
and you can't sell me better trash?
sung the song songbirds will sing?
can you know the coming clash?

can you feel the winds
of jupiter on your skin?
can you taste the rush?
of a sunsets dying blush?

stars will always shine
in the winter's darkest time.

can you feel the rings
of saturn on your wings?
can you dodge the holes
that consume our happy souls?

oceans full of sperm
hold the winter worm.