I'm not a poet and I know it

[iTOREtheSKY]

It had been so long since his soul felt anything
The touch
The feel
of cotton
He once had to poo so badly he'd almost touch cloth
Surely it would have been
the fabric
of
his
life.
The warm embrace of a hot shower after a day spent
with the grime of the earth
calling,yelling unto his empty soul
help me
heal me
talk me down from this ledge before I jump.
I still assume that Tardar Sauce the cat is a boy
I don't equate grumpiness with girls.
Is this cause my Momma didn't raise no fool?
...or am I the biggest of them all?
The touch
The feel
The fabric of my life.
I detest your poor attempt at country music
to sell your lame clothing line
miss Hayden Panettiere.

 

[Fenner]

The merriment I partook in the evening.
Thus the morning light hasth hurt mine eyes.
One glass of wine, that's all it took, to give me a headache.

I poured the delicious Riesling into the glass. It looked at me
I looked at it. I said yes, yes, my friend it's been far to long.
I will partakeith in one glass because wine although I liketh it
makes my cheeks red. No one knows why.

Alas morning is here and my head hurts, oh dear.
Why?? Why??? Was it the strawberries I ate or
the shrimp? No it was the one glass of wine.

I tell myself this is why you don't go out.
You act like a glutenous fool. Eating your
fine foods and drinking one glass of
the golden nectar.

 

[Oncefallen]

viole()s are bl()e
roses are ()ink
having a bad keyboard
really ()()s() s()inks

 

[Rachel20]

There was once a man who wrote a sonnet
About his weird keyboard, roses and a violet
I don't know if he had many nieces
But he made an Indian girl fill up her screen with parantheses!

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

If Grandmother forgets the Cool Whip again next Holiday Season we are trading her in for a case of malt liquor.
Relatives
Relish
Pickled
and sauced.
Pie - eyed
Pigeon holed
Pass me more of that gravy!
No,no,no,no...the one without the lumps.
She's Lump, She's Lump
She's in my head
and if her turkey isn't moist then we'll cook her goose.
The roof the roof the roof is on fire...
we don't need no Cool Whip
let the...
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrn!

 

[kenthomas27]

If Grandmother forgets the Cool Whip again next Holiday Season we are trading her in for a case of malt liquor.
Relatives
Relish
Pickled
and sauced.
Pie - eyed
Pigeon holed
Pass me more of that gravy!
No,no,no,no...the one without the lumps.
She's Lump, She's Lump
She's in my head
and if her turkey isn't moist then we'll cook her goose.
The roof the roof the roof is on fire...
we don't need no Cool Whip
let the...
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrn!

Wow. Dude, you're truly gifted. This was like ...Maya Angelou bad. Itore doesn't sing because he has answer. He sings because he has a song!

 

[Pen014]

there was a whole head of lettuce that ruled the salad as if it were a main dish
and I said whats this?

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Your kamikaze - like death run upon my mind is a feeble attempt to steal my mental solace.
Don't you know by now that only Starbucks & Taco Bell retain the copyrights to every single song in the
Grand Funk Railroad archive?
Silly people.
Running around day to day like the headless chickens you are.
So foul.
Cluck cluck here & a cluck cluck there.
The cow certainly does say "moooooo" but have you ever considered why?
The reason behind it all is surely ,udderly insane...
in the membrane
insane in the brain.
I never cared much for the Boston Celtics,or the Chronic
or any sort of white people other than the Beastie Boys attempting rap.
This brings me back to my original point.
Back when you tried to Pearl Harbor my mind.
Remember?
Yeah...I know you do.
It was only a few lines ago,and I know you could hear me.
Even over the din of your crunching taco shells & slurping of frothy over priced latte's...
God see is it all.
...and so do I.

 

[Fenner]

School's back tomorrow!
School's back tomorrow!

I want to scream with joy!
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!!!
Oh Joy, joy joy joy joy joy!!!

No more fighting,
No more screams, no more begging me
for ice cream.

 

[Arlene89]

Twinkle, sickle, brittle scars,
Sew it yonder, tissue darts.
Subtle pugs, alert as pie,
Bite the melon, mortal might.
Twinkle, fickle, people tart,
Loud as butter, soothe the yard.

 

[Maitreya]

Allow yourselves to think for a second,
Diminish your prospects, relinquish your methods.
Remove yourselves from the tombs that enslave you;
attachment to your paycheck if you succeed to make your way through.

Let the desires dissipate; the ones we cling to,
Address your entitlement, this is a dying issue.
Resurrect your questions; like what does the mind do?
Why does life remind you of death like the present is fine-tuned?

Is there a reason to chase what's already behind you?
Is the future one to shape now? or something aspired to?
We think we know truth, but for years we've been lied to.
Reshape your mind's view so your eyes see past 'I > you'

Is hate a disposition, or something we bind to?
Is life about my saving? Or dying for others lives too?
Wonder this, why do we divide, dude?
when love x everyone = the divine truth?

 

[kenthomas27]

Twinkle, sickle, brittle scars,
Sew it yonder, tissue darts.
Subtle pugs, alert as pie,
Bite the melon, mortal might.
Twinkle, fickle, people tart,
Loud as butter, soothe the yard.

excellent. i'm lighting a bic....

 

[Descyple]

If you're not a poet, clap your hands!!!

If you're not a poet, clap your hands!!!

If you're not a poet, and your really want to show it, if you're not a poet clap your hands!!!


Sorry, but my brain is tired right now and that's the best I could come up with. If you don't like it, too bad so sad!!! Oh my goodness, I better stop now before my rhymes get any worse (and juvenile).

 

[Jullianna]

There was an old troll named Fred
Who beat on a horse that was dead
He felt so alone
Could not find a home
So he wanders around in the forums

Disclaimer: I do not know any trolls named Fred. If your name is Fred, I don't think you are a troll. Someone might, but not me.

 

[lav]

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 !

 

[MissCris]

My eye is twitching.
It's driving me up the wall.
I want some ice cream.

 

[Ugly]

My eye is twitching.
It's driving me up the wall.
I want some ice cream.

you want some eye-ce cream? 0.0

 

[lav]

here again, on cc i roam
not in the chat, nor microphone
to dwell and meander among the threads
sometimes rips my brain to shreds.
i could be reading, an informative book
the bible, praying or crocheting with hook
but to look, here i am, alas to snicker
or fight back an ugly urge to bicker
but i gave that up several days ago
now i am part of the magical flying circus
show.
no, oh no,
i will not combat...
i reported myself,
and left it at that.

 

[Descyple]

Crummy carpets and cool whip
Now even eyes in ice cream
We truly are horrible poets
Now you see what I mean?

How much lower can we go
It still remains to be said
Will someone bring a dose of sanity
Perhaps from a troll named Fred

 

[Ugly]

My eye is twitching.
It's driving me up the wall.
I want some ice cream.

you want some eye-ce cream? 0.0

You know... like this...