If all the world were apple pie,
and all the seas were ink,
and all the trees were bread and cheese,
how would we fill up our SUVs?
((/ デ.ㄟ) This poem is called "Tearstained Bloodstained Symphony"
...
droplet falling,
if I looking for frog
him name is hopkin green frog
I lost my frog
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I want my froggy!
My frog is Missing
After all
My frog toy
>>2
that just seems more beatnik than emo
i can even hear a distant bongo
I shed my itchy little coat
of sociability,
and dive into my naked self
and swim out to the sea.
Some voltage
poantage
Not now
it's too cold...
gone out...
get away...
Negative Nancy
It was always her fancy
To rain on others' parades
Because she was a whore
thinking back,
it has become obvious
that cocteau was something of a fag
(not that i am implying
english haiku
are to poetry as is
urine to fine wine
we are not discussing books here
what the hell guys
what are you doing
I just read a page
It bore just one little word
That's what it was: sage
>>13
Sage doesn't rhyme with page and it's also two syllables. also the only reason to sage a discussion board post is avoid bumping it. As i will now do.
>>14
Why did you assume I wasn't using the word that's one syllabe and that means "wise man"?
Also I didn't want to bump the thread. I still don't.
http://iiichan.net/stuff/shakespeare/poemgenerator.php
Die!
Is lost which governs me both with that record could see doth depend?
Little feet.
Waves crashing against the toes.
Either let me engulf you, says the sea,
Or go back to your desert.
tiger patio library
cervantes buenos aires
ancestors
Now think about your dad.
What's your dad like?
I wanna meet that dad.
It isn't really poetry unless it rhymes, IMO.
There's the more masculine and feminine ways to do it.
Otherwise free verse is pretty lame; it blows,
So let's sage this thread and screw it.
>>20
There are such things as prosody,
Alliteration, assonance, and imagery.
And more subtle things that you pass by
There once was a man from nantucket
who kept his cock in a bucket
...
>>22
He took out his wang
Then stroked it and bang
Out pops and elfin to lick it
Funny, how use only brings a bout wear -terror- and rust...
even 'f it's only public use's in a falsetto -
providing truthful falterings -
not ever resting, still trying.
There once was woman from Venus
whose body was shaped like a
Hentai on the screen;
Big boobies covered in cream;
Lonely man with free hand;
No lotion;
no poem,
not a poet,
cant write decent, dont get it.
this is not a poem,
I'm at a loss of words.
they
fall
from
An internal combustion tends to the exterior, repossesses who it owns and kills those inferior. If a sparkle could be seen from miles away cal Santa Claus and he will come on his sleigh.
My son is dead.
Shot in the head.
Pierced by lead,
he bled and bled.