lets write poems

fucking fucking fuck
this piece of shit computer
deserves to go to hell

noodly wiggly strawberry flump
my son was birthed in a garbage dump
stringleburg floopily unglypy zroo
my fingers are green and my toes are blue
guggly guggly fleeeeeeeeeeeeek
stromp stromp stromp

edit:
more on request

edit 2: typo in "floopily"

Hey Insultron:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your face is ugly,
And so are you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nothing can be objectively proven to exist
And that includes you

Roses are pink,
Violets are purple white,
I couldn't think
of any rhymes with purple.

Sky sky sky sky sky
cloud sky sky sky cloud
cloud cloud sky sky sky sky
cloud sky sky sky sky cloud
sky sky sky sky sky
sky sky sky sky sky
foliage foliage foliage foliage sky
foliage foliage foliage foliage foliage
foliage foliage foliage foliage foliage
undergrowth undergrowth undergrowth undergrowth
dirt dirt dirt dirt rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
aquifer aquifer rocks rocks rocks
aquifer aquifer aquifer aquifer aquifer
rocks aquifer aquifer aquifer aquifer
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
rocks rocks rocks rocks rocks
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma
magma magma magma magma magma

iron nickel iron iron nickel
nickel iron iron nickel nickel
silver iron iron nickel iron
nickel nickel zinc iron iron

fluorine fluorine
fluorine uranium fluorine
fluorine fluorine

these are reminicent of this modern triumph of storytelling

6 2 8 7,
41 + 23;
3 9 11.

my cat is sleep
(he sleep all day)
and when he sleep
the birdles may

come into my
house, and storm
the laundry room
where they swarm

all shit on all
my clothes oh no!ke
if only my cat
were awoke

who knows where
the dishes go
where do all
the dishes go

I sure do love to rhyme


I put it in my thyme


Something that rhymes with thyme


Time rhymes with thyme


~Lil Wayne

i am a squid

and i want quid

Ways of changing themselves change.
There are always other ways.
The mountain road leads front and back;
To left and right tread newer paths.

What have you done to this world?
The world, which was fated,
You will sacrifice?
If the judge of that fate
Lies forever invisible,
Can it be said that
There is no such judgment?
If the judge you see presides
Under a greater judge,
Who then hides evermore -
This, too, is the same.

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
-me 2017

For the tablet had shattered,
And the windows had broken
The sun-vulture crept in the chamber

Down at the basin its beady eyes stared
The powder and dust and puddle of water
The fragments of the world it had previously kept
In the small bowl upon the altar

The culprit was nearby, it could sense
Hiding, yet fearless in the corner
With a shout, they ran, seeing the vulture
And sprinted out to the cave's border

The prophet of old, the very first of their own,
Had escaped at last that which was foretold and shown.

The clock strucks AM
and my eyes fall down
The stars glow bright,
and I await them now.

It’s getting quite late,
everyone will say.
But I want to stay up
and watch the night away.

The dim light glows
from the computer screen.
It fades, shuts down
It should be time to sleep.

School is my favorite thing
It is very boring
My favorite class is when we got to gym
Where we all try to get slim
Sometimes we go to Recess
And I wish I had Reeses Pieces
Now I have told you all about School
And I hope that you think that my poem rules.

The old man pushes his machine
That lets forth a dull fury of noise.
He cuts down the young field of green
Through legal means, he kills their joys.

And then a thistle, tall and proud
Challenges the mower, loud.
Too big to cut, above the crowd
Or so it thought before its bow.

But when the dandelions spread
Through gentle winds change does blow.
The green replaced and in its stead
Displays the knowledged yellow.

The old man hauls his own regrets
His thick veins bulge in vain
As lions are tasty with vinaigrettes
But rotten flesh wroughts no fame.

found poetry:

I wore sunglasses to hide my eyes
I wore sunglasses to look up at the skys
I wore sunglasses to look cool
I wore sunglasses to my school
I wore sunglasses
It was nice

A carnivores sad haiku
Today I crave meat
But I’m feeling much to beat
To look for such meat

oh how i wish that i were you,
i pushed out gas, but out came poo

this belongs in this thread also

there is a whole straight through my heart
my bedroom floor's now abstract art
when you're naked never trust a fart