I'm not a poet and I know it

[iTOREtheSKY]

bad poems say so much
or is it sad songs?
i can never get the two straight
even though i'm not the type to wear his pants hung low
i certainly do like my comfort
not the southern kind
that's oh so sweet
i much prefer the taste of tequila upon my lips
and you can judge me for that occasional drink
and you can stop and stare
or you can judge me for the color of my hair
but Jesus loves me this i know
for the bible tells me so
and you can say it was written by men
and you can use all that's in your arsenal to defend
your brand of righteousness
it won't stand
through a fire you'll never comprehend
wear that mask of judgment
and bring about your own evolution of retribution
because in the end i'll still be wearing my favorite jeans
black as the night itself
not worn and faded like your jaded heart
i feel for you
because i once felt that way too
but now the time has come for me to end this silly story
before a certain descyple kicks me from this thread
even though my bad wording is just another ringing in his head
he just can't let me live it down
and maybe that's why only the good die young.

 

[Fenner]

We didn't start the fire.
Or did we?

Smokey Bear taught us
all about fires, but
were we listening, did
we care?

Who lit that match under us?
Who made our hearts burn
with fire?

Was it you? Was it me?
(Bongo drumming)
Was it pop culture that
was the influence?

Did we squash the fire?
(Bongo drumming)

Was it soup you had for lunch?
Or did you just look at
Andy Warhol paintings?
(Bongo drumming)

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Is it wrong to get serious in a thread dedicated to bad poetry?
What is considered bad,evil...or wrong?
The perfectness of imperfection pulls me to and fro.
I find myself in a constant rambling state.
Yet certain or maybe I should say a certain someone doesn't see it that way.
They seemingly adore all the ridiculousness that spill from my gob.
How can you not love that?
Is this what it means to know true love?
To listen to someone else as they ramble and still find every single word they say,type,or think
to be the most wonderful thing you've ever known.
I guess beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
...and I want to let them lay their head upon my shoulder.
Laugh. Cry. Scream.
anything that need be.
What is wrong with wanting to know someone so intimately that the very sound of their breath in your ear is like the melody of the sweetest song you'd ever known?
Have you ever loved someone so deeply that when they look at you,
you are laid to waste.
devastated..but in the most perfect way?
What am I going on & on about?
So many questions. Yet I have all the answers.
Now I just need to put them to flight.
Love is a verb.
...I used to not believe in love.
Now I've taken hold of the flame.
seen the promised land...
but if you don't know about Queensryche, all of these things and more
will go right over your head for sure!

 

[Fenner]

We are young
Love, love is a battlefield.

Hold me closer tiny dancer
are you a Disney Prince?
May I borrow your
tights? Or perhaps
your nail polish?

What would I do
for a Klondike bar?
I can't do anything,
I'm not supposed to
eat them.

Oh how I want one.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

I can't contain this joy
happiness exceeding
something once lost
now found
nobody knows the troubles I've seen
sure they do
who cares
I am in love
not with love itself
but with perfection
perfect for me
not you
not something that can be assimilated on paper
heavenly gifts
that's the kind of wishing
worth whispering in the dead of night
upon stars that seem so black & far away
He hears us
even when we aren't listening

 

[Fenner]

Itchy kitty, scratching kitty
Little ball of fur.

I give you you flea medicine
So I can hear you purr.

Help me kitty
I just don't understand
I try to relieve your itching
And and you just scratch my hand.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

can I sacrifice to find paradise?
I need
I can't go on...
My heart is one
and then you tell me to believe
I once was lost
now found
I really know nothing at all
but yet you believe in me
all I have to offer is my love
please believe
please accept
all the love I have
believe in me

 

[Fenner]

can I sacrifice to find paradise?
I need
I can't go on...
My heart is one
and then you tell me to believe
I once was lost
now found
I really know nothing at all
but yet you believe in me
all I have to offer is my love
please believe
please accept
all the love I have
believe in me

I'm sorry sir but this is not a bad poem.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

@ Fenner..............

 

[Godwillmakeaway]

if you want it,
you must will it..
if you will it,
it will be YOURS.......

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Mother may I sleep with danger?
Ummm...no you may not,young man!
is it wrong for me to question her wisdom?
is it wrong for me to sing this song?
is it wrong for me to go coo-coo for coco puffs
or to be silly like a rabbit just for trix?
I recognize my disease
it's not as infectious as a bite from an Ebola monkey
but it's so much more than the west nile
Not like Niles from Frazier
it's much more proper than such
and if there's no difference between green or black tea
then why do they never sit together in business class?
I promise that I will never sip from your Giraffe.
I have my own mug.
NYC baby...Empire State in tha house yo'!
Cause nobody got time for that...
unless "that" means loving you with everything I have and more.

 

[GreenNnice]

Well, oh, well, this Lord's day of rest is swell, big and glorious, going well.
But, it's almost done now so this I have to tell.
Soon the day is done and gone with, then I will not be able to smell
its wonderful aroma of odoriferous nature that is like gas, bad gas, sauntering aloft.

 

[Descyple]

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

But since I don't believe
In psuedo-science astrology

I will not commit idolatry
By giving my time to thee

So let us part ways
And I'll no longer gaze

Up at you anymore
See yourself to the stellar door

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

But since I don't believe
In psuedo-science astrology

I will not commit idolatry
By giving my time to thee

So let us part ways
And I'll no longer gaze

Up at you anymore
See yourself to the stellar door

Ahem! Now who's in danger of being kicked out of the bad poets society,eh????

 

[GreenNnice]

Well, oh, well, this Lord's day of rest is swell, big and glorious, going well.
But, it's almost done now so this I have to tell.
Soon the day is done and gone with, then I will not be able to smell
its wonderful aroma of odoriferous nature that is like gas, bad gas, sauntering aloft.

What? No one 'like' my poem. Did it stink THAT much

 

[GreenNnice]

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

But since I don't believe
In psuedo-science astrology

I will not commit idolatry
By giving my time to thee

So let us part ways
And I'll no longer gaze

Up at you anymore
See yourself to the stellar door

Ahem! Now who's in danger of being kicked out of the bad poets society,eh????

yeah, I agree with itoreHis; fenner is NOT going to 'like' descypled's good poetry there .
I'm just hoping mine stunk enough that I'm not joining that club THOSE GUYS are both in now

 

[Fenner]

I've had a terrible time coming up with bad poetry lately or even good poetry. So I Goggled bad poetry and found some gem's to share.

 

[Fenner]

Another bad poem:

 

[Fenner]

Finally one more!

 

[Fenner]

Dinner a bad poem written by Fenner

Dinner, I don't want to cook it
I don't want to eat it.
I don't want to think about it.

What's wrong with cereal?
What's wrong with popcorn?
What's wrong with toast?

You people are spoiled.
Eat what I give you
And enjoy it!

The End.