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Horrible poetry created by an ex friend...

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When he wrote this he was either 16 or 17...

And english is his first and only language...

He "claimed" that he won some poetry award from some poetry website and he had a certificate and all... I think it's hilarious...
 
You tried to resist my soul
But your rope was cut dry
With the kindness I stole
I permit for me to cry

I never thought it would happen
But we were torn apart
Like the fabric of satin
By the cutting edge dart

Maybe in th eyears apon us
We can make love happen
That our love is so tremendous
That it won't stop cracking.

These poems aren't that good
the worst in my life
I think that they are sucky
something something life
 
To all those who laugh, I challenge you do better. Start posting some so ATOT can judge your poetry skills. 😀
 
Originally posted by: crystal
To all those who laugh, I challenge you do better. Start posting some so ATOT can judge your poetry skills. 😀
Hey, if you gave me a year to come up with poetry (which I think is what he devoted this site to) I certainly could come up with better poetry...

Your poems do suck
there all a muck
everyone's laughing
people are gasping
because you can't rhyme
you wasted your time
you wanted to get engaged
when you were at prime age
but the girl was a bimbo
you found out she's a ho
she had big boobs
but was bad news
now you're the laughing stock
of the anandtech flock

There, that took a minute and probably beats his crappy poetry
 
Nope... I don't talk to him anymore anyways

This is one of my other high quality friends (haha not, he just lived next door and bothered me to help him out with computer stuff)

 
I hate poetry... this is a perfect example of why.


Stupid little kids things writing poetry makes them awesome or helps them deal with situations... when in reality it just makes them mope more about crap that doesn't matter.

Cheer up poor emo kid. You'll die soon enough.
 
My poetry attempt, darn
I just thought I would warn
I came to this thread
And I laughed myslef dead
Who comes up with this crap?
It's even worse than rap
Now I'm taking a hike
So long, farewell

MIKE
 
Originally posted by: Yossarian
Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously dranle me with crinkly brindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my
blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!


See, I never understood why Vogon poetry was thought of as so horrible. Horrible poetry is what the OP linked to.
 
Originally posted by: crystal
To all those who laugh, I challenge you do better. Start posting some so ATOT can judge your poetry skills. 😀

Here we go, from the EyeMWing Collection:

Haiku ? an asian poem.
Five, seven, five syllabic pattern.
It?s math in writing.
Untitled:
A Poem Worthy of no Title

And so we descended to the tenth circle of hell,
Beyond the first nine and Satan himself,
Back where the most serious sinners live and dwell,

Past the gluttons like Jared and Santa Claus, that infamous elf.
No, down here a more sinister evil lives,
Like nothing else that hasn?t destroyed itself.

These evil creatures god himself never forgives,
Though with thought, they may not be in hell,
For they fell through even Minos? finest sieves.

Their sins are so evil none can tell,
Eternity they spend paying for their worst,
And it?s even rumored that some of them used AOL.

Their crimes are beyond even those of Fred Durst,
The bloodsucking guy off of MTV,
These souls are even more cursed.

Fortunately, they are also punished to the highest degree.
They continue like they had done across the Styx,
Forced to debate about the inner workings of the Inferno endlessly.

They are more than a ragtag group of hicks,
Who over every disagreement must moan, whine and bitch,
And in the end make each other look like dicks.

Please excuse me while I scratch an itch,
Where was I? Oh yes,
Who is it that is down in the deepest ditch?

I?m sure you have your own guess,
What I?m going to tell you, you may not agree,
But they?re with you at HHS.

Look around you, look and see,
I?m talking about this whole damn GT English Class,
And if you don?t like it, go climb a tree.
The love of my life, Jessie dear,
He left you, he hurt you, he threw you away,
But unlike he, I will always be here.
For five years I?ve been there for you, same with today,
I?ve always loved you, I always listen,
He dumped you on St. Valentine?s day,
And when he did, you darn near had a kitten.
I was there for you, I didn?t turn you away.
From the beginning, in sixth grade, we clicked.
A few months ago, you met him,
Decided that to the side, I should be kicked.
In my heart, the outlook seemed very grim.
I beg you Jessie, give me a second chance.
A second chance to show you true romance.
After the fall of empires,
They lay together,
The earth scorched and sent to death,
King and queen of all that they see.

They lay together,
About their ashen city,
King and queen of all that they see,
Quietly but defiantly evading the end.

About their ashen city,
After the fall of empires,
Quietly but defiantly evading the end
Is the earth, scorched and sent to death.

Yeah, beat those ninja skillz!

Well, at least mine are coherent english.



 
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