I'm not a poet and I know it

[kenthomas27]

The days have turned dark again
It isn't just me, it isn't the tea
The days have turned dark again.

I turned off 16 to a road not pristine
The hardtop was filled with leaves
The trees are all bones
The winds sound like moans
And the days have turned dark again.

A season ago I cut grass on this row
Now the broom grass died tall as my knee
It was green, it was mean when the rain was so lean
Now the wind makes it whisper to me

The days have turned dark again, my friend
The days have turned dark again.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

this crummy berber carpet
smells even worse than my left armpit
since i spilled a glass of water, maybe three
and before that graham cracker, her coffee.
the dirty worker boots,
of a construction worker not so astute.
dusty landscape now pruned
led the tread upon dirty shoe.
i think we put it down in eighth grade,
maybe high school
now nearing twenty nine
and no longer cool.
oh dreaded carpet of a creamy shade
what were we thinking with dirty yard, laid ?
i wanted to be like my pristine aunt,
and try an off white, creamy vamp.
shades of dinge, caught by the lamp
on which the cat may have barfed,
thirteen years back.
under the sunlight, it's a horrid wreck.
stupid, creepy, cruddy mess.
i want a new carpet,
i want the best !

Whoa. *snaps fingers like a beatnik* loved this!

 

[RockinMan2010]

to be a great poet the words have to be from your heart think there and your mind of what poetry to write

example

roses are red

violets are pink

cc rocks

and having a lot of friends is sweet

god bless you

RockinMan2010

 

[Descyple]

Worse and worse
Our poems here become
What lies ahead?
No words and just hum?

Hmmmmmmmmmmm,
Nope, that doesn't convey
The truly bad nature
Of our poems today

Maybe we should summon
The spirit of poet William Blake
Perhaps his rebuke will cause us to puke
Out poems that won't cause a headache

 

[Sonpointer]

If a rare jewel were sought,
And a silent grab were ought,
I would rather flail my nose,
than to be with the jewel, caught.


i would be worse at being a jewel thief than writing poetry

 

[Fenner]

Tis the poetry that is so bad.
It's very sad. It doesn't make the heart glad, it makes
It mad and or bad

 

[Fenner]

I need a new avatars, I can see this Bob Ross Harrison Ford just ain't doing it for me.

 

[secularhermit]

I´m not a poet, but I have written.
I´m not that author, but won´t be beaten.


Ha! Ha! Ha!

I see EGO is welcomed...

 

[lav]

Fenner ! how could you ? O.O

 

[Descyple]

If a rare jewel were sought,
And a silent grab were ought,
I would rather flail my nose,
than to be with the jewel, caught.


i would be worse at being a jewel thief than writing poetry

What a horrible poem!!!

Welcome to the club, Sonpointer!!!

 

[Relena7]

Okay, so, that's not one of mine, obviously.

there's one that I made up in 6th (Or was it 5th) grade, not towards any particular person. For any particular reason. But it was super mean. It went, "Roses are red, violets are blue, you stink, and I hate you." aaaaah, childhood...wonderful ain't it?

This reminded me of a silly rhyme that the other kids used to sing on my schoolbus when I was in first grade.


Sang to the tune of the "I Love You" Barney the dinosaur song:

"I hate you, you hate me,
we're a grumpy fam-i-ly,
with a great big punch,
and a kick to me and you,
won't you say
you hate me too?"

We all thought that was hilarious and clever at the time.

 

[Ugly]

This reminded me of a silly rhyme that the other kids used to sing on my schoolbus when I was in first grade.


Sang to the tune of the "I Love You" Barney the dinosaur song:

"I hate you, you hate me,
we're a grumpy fam-i-ly,
with a great big punch,
and a kick to me and you,
won't you say
you hate me too?"

We all thought that was hilarious and clever at the time.

Someones a Barney bigot.

 

[Relena7]

Someones a Barney bigot.

That's because Barney is evil.

 

[alexis]

A poetry place for me though I can't write one
anyhow must try this out cause it surly looks fun...

Morning suns intrusion chasing nights sleep
dreams quickly replaced with reminder promised to keep

Oath taken, confessed, sealed with submersion
simple quest, a race to run
Sacrifice, love which shall not be omitted
a new life of joy and fun

Like mornings light chases away things unseen, unknown
truth overtakes worries, fears
Our Savior died to free of sin and death which it brings
best friend for these earthly years

Joy so strong this new life I'm born to brings
it over powers all earthly things

 

[Ugly]

That's because Barney is evil.

hahaha... awesome. i had to save that.

 

[Fenner]

This was the song my kids sang today.


You smell like a turd
You look like a turd.
You must be a turd.

You're the turdiest turd I've ever known.

_------------

It was lovely.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

The end is near.
Have I wasted my life away?
Confronted with demons
on your knees
it could be the end of the world...
wasting my life away
I can't cant carry on this way...
wasting my life away.
What's happened between us?
What can I give us to save us?
Still I am a bitter wretch...
forgiving you
empty am I.
You told me evermore.
You told me forever.
disenchanted
reminded
still what is between us?
Being righteous isn't quite enough..
spilling every line
what can I give to save us?

 

[kenthomas27]

I set out to save Sunset from certain misery
I thought the steps I took were done so logically
Turns out she didn't need my help in any way
Bible man ran off that very day
He r-u-n-n-o-f-t that way.

 

[Descyple]

A poetry place for me though I can't write one
anyhow must try this out cause it surly looks fun...

Morning suns intrusion chasing nights sleep
dreams quickly replaced with reminder promised to keep

Oath taken, confessed, sealed with submersion
simple quest, a race to run
Sacrifice, love which shall not be omitted
a new life of joy and fun

Like mornings light chases away things unseen, unknown
truth overtakes worries, fears
Our Savior died to free of sin and death which it brings
best friend for these earthly years

Joy so strong this new life I'm born to brings
it over powers all earthly things

The end is near.
Have I wasted my life away?
Confronted with demons
on your knees
it could be the end of the world...
wasting my life away
I can't cant carry on this way...
wasting my life away.
What's happened between us?
What can I give us to save us?
Still I am a bitter wretch...
forgiving you
empty am I.
You told me evermore.
You told me forever.
disenchanted
reminded
still what is between us?
Being righteous isn't quite enough..
spilling every line
what can I give to save us?

Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!

Gifted and well-talented poets have infiltrated our "Dead Pity-Poets Society". They must be reprimanded immediately or else their well-written poems will expose the rest of us poets here as being worse than was already suspected!!!

(Good work you two!!!).

 

[Descyple]

Since we're having a moment of seriousness in this thread, let me take this time to post one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite all-time movies.

"What Will Your Verse Be?" - from the movie "Dead Poets Society"

[video=youtube;R_zsMwCOoEs]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_zsMwCOoEs[/video]