Write a poem

[Epicspoon]

There once was a hobo in Nantucket
Who pissed into a bucket
He grabbed his pail
and with a wail
he exclaimed, "fuck it!"

for the record I posted mine without having read yours

 

[KefkaCultist]

There once was a hobo in Nantucket
Who pissed into a bucket
He grabbed his pail
and with a wail
he exclaimed, "fuck it!"

for the record I posted mine without having read yours

Hahaha that's awesome. Great minds think alike, right?

 

[Living Contradiction]

If you have jam, bliss
awaits within a jar. If
not, well, go get some!

 

[Strategia]

I tried to write one
But it totally sucked ass
It was a haiku.

 

[Randomologist]

Id try to write a poem,
But you'd probably rather be dead.
I can't keep time,
It barely rhymes,
You may as well say /thread.

 

[Kriptonite]

There once was a group called the bronies,
Though some people thought they were phonies,
Although they did know,
It was a kids show,
They maintain that they love the ponies.

*flexes*

I commend your wonderful word-skills! I don't know if I'll be able to top--or even tie with--that.

I sit in my room all day,
And watch all the anime.
Some people say it's gay,
And I counter with, "No way."

That poem is perfect[footnote]Yes, it is sarcasm[/footnote],
But for comic effect,
I have this line that does not rhyme
With the one below it.


Ah well, I tried. You win this, and most likely any subsequent, round(s) ma'am[footnote]If I recall correctly[/footnote].

 

[Quazimofo]

oh i do find it hilarious that you are the last person to post. sorry to ruin the clever use of /thread, but i just had to comment

 

[Varitel]

This is a haiku
It's not a very good one
This haiku is dumb

 

[ShotgunZombie]

I named myself after the undead;
And no, you can't beat me with a shot of lead;
Especially not if it is to the head;

I enjoy meats and cheeses inside of a bun;
Especially while watching something with explosions and guns;
Which reminds me, I should probably go out for a run;

As you can see I don't believe myself to be superior;
In fact I think I'm quite inferior;
Still with earnest truth I always speak my mind;
And I'll always be loyal to my own kind;

I always try to talk with a spot of dignity and class;
Especially while looking for that one special lass;
So If you don't like what I say you can all kiss my ass;

I enjoy all forms of electronic vice;
Playstations, XBOXs, and all manner of electric device;
Though I'm always up for a game of cards and dice;

And with that my dear friends I bid you Adieu!
I sincerely hope that on this day fortune smiles upon you;
And as I'm off later today to make an extra buck;
Why don't you do me a favor and wish me some luck.

 

[Dethenger]

There once was a hobo in Nantucket
Who pissed into a bucket
He grabbed his pail
and with a wail
he exclaimed, "fuck it!"

for the record I posted mine without having read yours

Hahaha that's awesome. Great minds think alike, right?

Boom:

There once was a man in Nantucket
Who had a cock so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin
"If my ear were a **** I would fuck it!"

 

[AngloDoom]

For the poorly-sighted gentleman seeking another gentleman:

Roses are grey,
Violets are grey,
I think that I'm colour-blind,
Do you happen to be gay?


Why all 'Roses are red' poems have to lie:

Roses are red,
Violets are purple?
I've screwed myself now
Nothing else rhymes with 'purple'.

 

[ADDmuse]

Forever I drift away,
In space I could not stay.
My allergies are making me sneeze
it's sad you've been turned into hay.

10 lifetimes ago,
it would have been a nasty show.
Family Guys' jokes
make fun of many folks
As for me I can't stand this hoax

No idea where the heck they came from, but I'm impressed that I made them on the spot.

 

[Dfskelleton]

Twas a very incredulous day
When the Swedish came out to play
They brought with them a tub
Which they then took to a pub
And said "Fill it with lots of hay"

Confused was the man at the bar
to ask for hay was going too far
He then said the the Swedes
"I'd gladly meet your needs
But I have only some tar."

The Swedes all looked at their shoes
and suddenly their eyes all grew
"We're in a bit of a rush
and my hair could use a brush
so I'm sure that the tar will do."

Alright, I've done what I could.

 

[Epicspoon]

This is the first line of my poem
This is the second
this is the final line
oh wait no it's not

 

[repeating integers]

Blargle flargle
Kablargle Maflargle
Words are overrated
And so is meter and rhyme.

Yeah, a poet I am not.

 

[Zen Toombs]

I'll post the two I used in my final project for English last year...

...I used "Zombies" as my theme...

Nice, but I prefer the Zombie Haiku:

Spoiler: Zombie Haiku:

Brains brains brains brains brains,
Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains,
Artificial Hip.

As for mine, I just found this Mass Effect one:

Spoiler: Mass Effect one:

It was lonely.
It called to us.
It wanted to remember.

The Masters had been gone so long.
The Masters were lost when it was shattered.

Currents swept through their inner worlds. They were turned to noise. Babble.
The worlds were empty. But the body lived. It lay fallow.
The heart pumped. The lungs breathed. But the mind forgot the Masters.
It called and They did not answer.

We have become an echo of Their echo.
We have become more than we were.

Join us. Know us. Remember all our lives.
We are no longer afraid.
You would never be lonely again.
We are not your enemy. We only wish to share ourselves.

We can join them. We can be like them.
We can reach the end of evolution.

Do not fear. It is wonderful to be us. We understand ourselves.
You cannot defeat them. They will lead us into eternity.
If you could only see how we see. Know what we've learned.

They were called imshai. Those who lived here before.

Reaper. One. A mechanical device used to cut ripened grain. Two. One who gathers a harvest.

Harvest. One. The consequence of an event or series of events. Two. The yield of a growing season. Three. To gather.

Shepard. They know you. They wish you to understand. They are shepherds, too.

 

[Wintermoot]

let me make a rhyme in my native language
sint en piet zaten eens te denken
wat zullen wij pinkamena een schenken?
een slecht gedicht

horribly translated into English
Santa and his elves where thinking?
what should we give to pinkmena?
a horrible poem.

 

[Deathmageddon]

Dovahkiin, dovahkiin,
naal ok zin los variin
wah dein, vokul, mahfaraak ahst val
ahrk fin norok paal graan
fod nust han zindro zaan
dovahkiin, fah hin
kogaan mu draal!

(written from memory, don't judge me for spelling errors or the fact that I committed this to memory)

 

[lacktheknack]

There once was a maid from Japan
who's limericks never did scan.
When asked why this was, she said "It's because
I am afflicted with an obsessive state of mind in which I feel that I must inject the maximum amount of syllables into the concluding line of the limerick as I ever possibly can."

 

[Ironsouled]

I feel that we need a change of pace. Yeah, it's original.

My hope is gone, my loved ones taken
Taken by the sea

Oh, but I wish I did not see
the horrors Mother Nature will bring
My dreams are crushed, my home is gone
Taken by the sea

The night was quiet, even serene
That night so ethereal, celestial
there was no single word, nor breath of warning
My ancestral home, taken by the sea

A rush, a tempestuous fury
Poseidon's wrath, explained
No buildings stood against destruction
All was taken by the sea

And I, I stood, an age away
Unknowing of my terrible loss
My thoughts, so shallow, warned me not
To what was taken by the sea

A newscast shook me to the core
Of a flood of my little coastal town
"There were all killed", said he,
"Taken by the sea"