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#1
Well It's midnight, I'm tired sore and bored. While the rest of the town is out gettin wasted I sit upstairs in a boiling room talking to friends of an almost past life. Well, at one point I was asked to write a poem, it was pretty lame, she then wrote one which cheered me up greatly.

So here it is Hayden, oh hayden
The sun is slowly fadin
When we talk, you make me smile
Even if it’s only for a while
I can’t wait till you come home next
So we can have some kinky sex
Together forever, never apart,
Maybe in distance, but never in heart

Anyway, lets see what you guys can do in a few minutes. If this thead is still up tomorrow I might be able to do one but right now I'm just not in the mood.

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#3
Here's one I came up with in ten seconds. I'm going to like this thread.

In a dream,
Everything will seem
To sweetly flow away.
But by the end of day,
It will be for your lips the sun will fade.
#4
See my sig.

Improv love poem.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave when the mind corrupts what only the heart can see. It may be hardest to be true, but that's all I've ever been with you. My feelings, they aren't all that obvious to see. But my dreams may not be meant to be...

It may not be the best of times, the worst of times, the saddest of times. But with you I can unwind, truth be told you're the kindest of kind.

A friend, of all things, I appreciate most.

A rose for you, then, I give.

Not by mail, or phone, or other.

I choose to deliver it this was above all other, so that you will not know.

What may seem thoughtless, stupid, and reckless

Could be only what I'm trying to express.

I may not make this writing clear, because the rest I wish you to behold in your ear.

I know it probably was never meant to be, but it never hurts to ask.

And cheesy poems are hard to rhyme.
Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
#5
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See my sig.

Improv love poem.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave when the mind corrupts what only the heart can see. It may be hardest to be true, but that's all I've ever been with you. My feelings, they aren't all that obvious to see. But my dreams may not be meant to be...

It may not be the best of times, the worst of times, the saddest of times. But with you I can unwind, truth be told you're the kindest of kind.

A friend, of all things, I appreciate most.

A rose for you, then, I give.

Not by mail, or phone, or other.

I choose to deliver it this was above all other, so that you will not know.

What may seem thoughtless, stupid, and reckless

Could be only what I'm trying to express.

I may not make this writing clear, because the rest I wish you to behold in your ear.

I know it probably was never meant to be, but it never hurts to ask.

And cheesy poems are hard to rhyme.



Great ending to this one, mate.
#6
Quote by yurfinlfntsy
See my sig.

Improv love poem.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave when the mind corrupts what only the heart can see. It may be hardest to be true, but that's all I've ever been with you. My feelings, they aren't all that obvious to see. But my dreams may not be meant to be...

It may not be the best of times, the worst of times, the saddest of times. But with you I can unwind, truth be told you're the kindest of kind.

A friend, of all things, I appreciate most.

A rose for you, then, I give.

Not by mail, or phone, or other.

I choose to deliver it this was above all other, so that you will not know.

What may seem thoughtless, stupid, and reckless

Could be only what I'm trying to express.

I may not make this writing clear, because the rest I wish you to behold in your ear.

I know it probably was never meant to be, but it never hurts to ask.

And cheesy poems are hard to rhyme.


Is it just me or is there a whole lotta win in this post?
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#7
ok, random poem I wrote a lil while ago...

Wishing Well

A quarter left in hoping, below a glassy calm
The water swallows knowing, that so much good's gone wrong
They sway below the surface, to join the countless crowd
Each marking separate wishes, and those shattered without sound

These days and days repeated, another leaves his silver bid
To pay for all the pit falls, along with the dreams he's hid
As if his change affords it, a future for a penny's worth
Deserving coal and paying for it, yet demanding gems unearthed

Still they all fall into lineup, numbers rising ever strong
Every tithing for a footprint, on a path not meant to roam
And those who stand with no one, pay for peace within their heart
Fore if it could be redone, would emotion still depart?

And I along beside them, will pay my penance cost
Compensation for the lessons, and the years that led me lost
As those who pull the shackles, in chains of timeless rust
My hope is from the hoping, that this well holds more than dust
#9
I don't want you to forget me. I want to live on in your memory.
Take this wish, this promise to you, with you to where ever it is that you will move.
I will never forget you.
#10
Quote by yurfinlfntsy
See my sig.

Improv love poem.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave when the mind corrupts what only the heart can see. It may be hardest to be true, but that's all I've ever been with you. My feelings, they aren't all that obvious to see. But my dreams may not be meant to be...

It may not be the best of times, the worst of times, the saddest of times. But with you I can unwind, truth be told you're the kindest of kind.

A friend, of all things, I appreciate most.

A rose for you, then, I give.

Not by mail, or phone, or other.

I choose to deliver it this was above all other, so that you will not know.

What may seem thoughtless, stupid, and reckless

Could be only what I'm trying to express.

I may not make this writing clear, because the rest I wish you to behold in your ear.

I know it probably was never meant to be, but it never hurts to ask.

And cheesy poems are hard to rhyme.
epic win
#11
I can't write poems
so I wrote this crap Haiku
Will this count as one?
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#12
Let's make another, shall we?


---
But do you dream outside your mind
that holds you in an eternal bind
The Darkness enfolds you,
you can't escape.
But Light comes in
above the wake.
You are all enslaved to this madness.
I sit back and laugh at your feeble attempts
to avoid all that is meant
to happen.
This dream you live in
has no end, only the gifted see the trend...
The repeat on the disc is clear
I must escape from this.
All that you need to hear
comes directly from my mouth,
but you don't care to listen.
I sign and move on
to the Real world
and leave you all behind.
For in my world I have escaped
from this eternal bind.
I am free to preach to you
but you do not lend an ear.
For ignorance is always with you,
so that you cannot face what you hear
for I only speak the truth.


(I kinda like this one...I'm going to save it somewhere)
Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
#13
Quote by Freaky_Styley
I can't write poems well
so I wrote this crap Haiku
Will this count as one?


I guess, even though Haiku is like the retarded inbred little brother of poems, it's still a poem.



^damn man, you should do this for a livin! you write songs?

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#15
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I guess, even though Haiku is like the retarded inbred little brother of poems, it's still a poem.



^damn man, you should do this for a livin! you write songs?




Nope, just wrote down what popped into my head.

I've had teachers ask about publishing some thesis and essays of mine, though.
Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
#16
Ah, it's always just been a friendship,
Even though we both wanted more.
I can't believe I went off and settled with a whore.
I lost my chance, and I thought I was done.

Even with this new girl, I think I love,
You're still the one, the one always on my mind.


This is the first time I could ever say what I really felt.
Cheesy, yeah, but it's completely true. :/
You're not brutal.


(click the smiley!)

#17
Well I so happy for my thread seems to be made of win
I might go wack it just out of joy
Though this act would be a sin
but hey that's life as a boy
I now be needin many more lines for this poem
So maybe i get ideas from around my home
I'm listening to some hendrix his music is great
I don't know why so many people hate
I listen to his riffs the music moving fast thens slow
where it goes next I never know
It's like paddling a river you've never before seen
the natural beatuy so serene
So wild pretty and free
and soon it will be a sight we will no longer see

Well, that was odd.
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#18
I sit and stare
Stare and wait
Come and save my world today
I am yours
And you are mine
Fly me into infinity.
Space and time are there to obey
But I have nothing left to say
but Kiss goodnight upon your hand
and walk away back to the land
where I only live as one who serves
and keeps the peace alive at night
and destroys the hint of a plight
and dreams of flight
For boys had boats, their favorite toy.
Not I, when I was just a boy.
I dreamt of wings for soaring high,
cutting wakes in yonder sky.
Where ever your footsteps went, I'd follow in the firmament.
But no, as I drive
I've come to realize
What happiness is gone
And how it's been there all along.
I can't explain the sadness of being
the only one to feel this feeling
Up on this hill, in this uncanny house.

(That one probably didn't make any sense...)
Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
#19
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I sit and stare
Stare and wait
Come and save my world today
I am yours
And you are mine
Fly me into infinity.
Space and time are there to obey
But I have nothing left to say
but Kiss goodnight upon your hand
and walk away back to the land
where I only live as one who serves
and keeps the peace alive at night
and destroys the hint of a plight
and dreams of flight
For boys had boats, their favorite toy.
Not I, when I was just a boy.
I dreamt of wings for soaring high,
cutting wakes in yonder sky.
Where ever your footsteps went, I'd follow in the firmament.
But no, as I drive
I've come to realize
What happiness is gone
And how it's been there all along.
I can't explain the sadness of being
the only one to feel this feeling
Up on this hill, in this uncanny house.

(That one probably didn't make any sense...)



Nope not really, but if you imagine them, like a movie in your head, it certainly looks awesome hahaha

Great writing man.
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#20
Oh you! why so sad?
Don't you see the sun shining?
Sorry, you are blind.
Number 9
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#21
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Oh you! why so sad?
Don't you see the sun shining?
Sorry, you are blind.


Am I a bad person for laughing at that..?
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#22
Meow meow meow
meow meow
meow
meow
me
ow


it only makes sense in cat sorry
Turn on, Tune in, Drop out.

-Timothy Leary
#23
Sitting here in Eugene,
Everything is so damn green,
Not that I'm complainin'
I wish it weren't flamin',
Nor be rainin',
Or I'll be gamin'.

Haha thats it. I suck at writing poems.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Jim Morrison
#24
Amid the deep and dark unknown
I stole away, no time to explain
What I felt, as strong as bone
Embarrassment in a time of pain.
I slid among the rocks and statues
under mossy cover or heroes guise
I took off what I thought hid me
And did watch as she blinked her eyes.

A solid tear streams down my face
for suddenly I am aware
That what I see would leave no trace
amid my golden hair
As lifelessly as I could pace
I tried to disengage our glare
No deal in hell, nor angels place
could take me from our stare
For a fear of fire, or just a taste
I subconsciously led myself into its lair
And it did my flesh like ribbon unlace
with its grasp so tight and so unfair
beads of sweat roll down my face
and drops of blood do not care
I slipped into the demons realm
When loves game I did dare.


...Meh...Needs refining....
#25
I once had to write a poem for an anti drug campaign.

Drugs are baaad,
they make you saaaad.
Drugs kill,
they steal your mad skillz.


I gave that much to the commitee leader and was told not to finish my poem.
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I swallow it whole, like a man.
#26
Wrote this in about 5 minutes a couple weeks ago.


This crimson rose that once held meaning
Is dried and black as tar
Our warm hearts once in harmony
Have iced and strayed afar
The memories of old days of joy
Are a faint and distant star

As I walk this desert ground,
I look for signs of hope
No signs of life, not even me
No bush, no shrub, nor tree

This world of blank everlasting grey
Surrounds me as I run
From evil that does not exist
And wraiths of my coming fate

As piercing winds nip my skin
I wonder where you are
I pray for us to reunite
So the rose may grow again

And strip away the night.
#27
ok Ima give this another go

Here you sit, in the darkest corners
With only you, and the crystals,
While what you do hurts us the most
For 13 years you lied to us,
To him most of all,
You went from a great person
To a pile of nothing, in a matter of minutes
We will never forgive what you did to us,
Well I hope your happy,
You did all of that just for it,
Because of that we'll never be able to trust you again.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Jim Morrison
#28
Staring at the blank wall,
i wish summer would turn to fall.
this house is a giant oven,
this heat i certainly am not lovin'.
my air conditioner fails to cool,
and none of the neighbors have a pool.
what i would do for a sweet dip,
or a nice trip on a cruise ship.
anything to take me away,
but my only choice is to stay.
My parents have me locked in here,
not out of love, but out of fear.


haha. well thats what came to me in about 5 mins. im sure its terrible, but i felt like contributing.
#29
im sick and tired of all the hating,
whats wrong with some friendly mating?
all i hear is, "it's all your fault."
why not, "lets have a chocolate malt?"
my friends seem to be drifitng apart,
it doesnt seem all too smart.
your friends should be close like family,
but its never the way you want it to be.
even if things arent the way they "should be,"
make sure you are happy.
we dont need no hatin'


(im happy with that)
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#30
the pit needs some creativity sometimes....
~ Purchase your tickets; I'm kicking your crosses down ~
#31
I am the savior of the beggars
the hero of the dam*ed ( )
I carry no secrets
i cross all land
put up no struggle just keep to the fight
shed your burden
take flight


gaaahhh...that sucks :/
I have nothing unique or funny to put here.
#32
the best is still:

Roses are red,
Violettes are blue,
sugar is sweet,
I want to **** you with a rake...
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Die Ruhe vor dem Sturm.
#33
oh how the wine speaks
the violet is dripping, dripping!
down my throat and leaving me
listless, and without a thought
i'm going for it but i know i won't get it
cause i'm way too trashed
to get it wet
but maybe next week she'll get drunk too
oh man i'm a wishful thinker
#36
A man is standing at a burning gate,
His hand in his pocket to masturbate
A hole in his pants to grip it some
A tissue-lined palm to mop up the cum.
*10 minute guitar solo*


Written in 45 seconds
#37
Pink California
You eat the sugared hills,
Know that the lines on my skin,
They spell your name in the clouds
I’m your ****ing philosopher,
Not the third wardrobe on the left

You eat the sugared pills,
The lines that I made on your facing,
I spelled your name at espouse
Pink California in rainy clouds-9,
Not more than the last Europe you left


Meh..


#39
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Meow meow meow
meow meow
meow
meow
me
ow


it only makes sense in cat sorry


Aint that Garry's poetry?
Purple string dampener scrunchy.
#40
Quote by iceman_8319
Roses are red
Violets are bitchin'
Goddammit woman
Get back in the kitchen



Iceman_8319, if there was any more win in that post, it would explode.
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