Originally posted by: Stark
You always had a cocky press
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.
Originally posted by: torpid
How do you rhyme towards with birds?
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...Originally posted by: crystal
To all those who laugh, I challenge you do better. Start posting some so ATOT can judge your poetry skills. 😀
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!
Originally posted by: crystal
To all those who laugh, I challenge you do better. Start posting some so ATOT can judge your poetry skills. 😀
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.
That's a great idea...Originally posted by: sm8000
Maybe you should send these to Ashlee Simpson as lyrics for her next album.