I raise up
to only fall down
drown in the tears of the wallyb
for it is you that will have to be
TONIGHT
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty women your wife
Go for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
to career professionals in the business of negativity
oh what a world wide web we weave when first we practice to
(decieve) besiege the streets with
what they need to
breathe and beat this life's
insecurities (inconsistencies)
so what of the man who's hunger
yearns for anger
will you call him stranger
or play the part of the fat man (in the manger)
it's a jelly roll of a life time
will a quiet heat creep into your cheeks
and a heavy cold root your feet
unable to protect the sweet
roof of your mouth
will you wine and then shout
for the chaps walking at different paces
with seven different faces,
all going to the same place
to learn the same lessons
and they will know what it means
to sing a song in the jungle
just to humble your self before the tangle
that has you ensnared up to the
neck you once thought wasn't long
enought to be beautiful
it's a pitty bull that bites the hand
that feeds the need that created greed
in angels feared lost in the constellations
and you will feel the adult teeth
sink into the pink of your ink penn
forced to watch its feminine swim
and bleed into one spot
(baby,rodeo) bulls eyes locked on target
DQN~
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⊂二二二（ ＾ω＾）二二二⊃
0This is a poem. Deal with it.
Roses are Blue
Violets are Red.
These flowers are dyed.
And romance is dead.
If love is the purest lily
I want to set it alight,
If society embrace stupidity,
let me kill you all.
One hour worth of torture,
is all you need,
when you are a general,
a man of might and dignity,
that is me, and that
is my ICBM.
Your boss might be
some Communist or Joo.
My boss is a Nordic Valkyrie.
A valkyrie named Hotaru.
take one down pass it around
Why am I so sad?!
I'm not I'm mad?!
14 bottles of beer, all my deepest fears
satisfied taste of tea
Who am I to judge?
you can't hurt me I am too tall
knock my down I will fall
confusing
abusing
arousing
surrounding
What do I mean?
a man can't fly but a bird can
if I wern't naked would you take my hand?
never again
will I weep
under the moon
my soul to keep
loli to issho
la la la la la la
la
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Damn it.
It's "hice".
Seriously what the hell.
in fact
i do not
enjoy writing
poetry but you know
dumb girls eat that shit up
>>96 Thou shalt not use poetry to get into girls' pants.
Use it to get into their heads.
>>97
Oh, surely you mean "use it to get head"
I felt the need to fix that shit for you.
we count syllables
to form haiku but i cheat
with awkward 'postr'phe
I am about to claim
one hundred get
and yet I hesitate
for i have no
bad poetry
to share
should i decline to reply?
Nay!
I fill my post with line breaks
to give the illusion of poetic style
without sacrificing time
on rhythm, rhyme or meter.
Time better spent drinking.
Even when I have you
My balls are still blue
So suck my cock
What say you?
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I―
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
under the moon
loli to issho
Medicine is all we need
We can never see the sun set
We can always see the sun rise
Medicine is all we need
sun rise
sun rise
sun set
sun set
Medicine is all we need
Medicine is all we need
Medicine is all we need
Medicine is all we need
I'm nostalgic and teary because I remember when
I used to rub my flaccid penis whilst browsing DQN
I'm indifferent now but I really fucking hated
The fact that when I was 19 I got castrated
Little golden plate.
Splish splash up the marble staircase?
SYMBOLIZE!
They've got a power and a force
That you've never seen before
They've got the ability to morph
And to even up the score
No one can ever take them down
The power lies on their si-i-i-i-i-de
Go Go Power Rangers!
Go Go Power Rangers!
Go Go Power Rangers! Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers!
niggers are red
niggers are blue
when you open up Photoshop
and fuck with the hue
It's 3AM and I'm on DQN
No-one fucks with the big fat hen
You might fuck with the skinny little chickens
But in comparison to big cocks I'd say that's slim pickings.
The pain in my soul will not go away
i dont believe in god so i will not pray
i hope the sky is black today
there are black tears running down my face
i cannot stand this place
no one understand my pain
there is nothing left to gain
The light throws itself onto the darkness.
The darkness tries to fight back, casting shadows on the light
But the light
It will not give up
It will not stop
The shadows recede as the light rapes the darkness at dawn each day
And every day it is the same
Every day the dark submits
But every dusk
The dark slips the light some GHB
And takes its revenge.
fuckity fuck
its never enough
to live in a cage
and spit out a rage
of venom and words
its just so absurd
On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,--
At Castle Brady there lives a lady
(And how I love her no one knows):
Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora
Presents her with this blooming rose.
'O Lady Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
'I've many a rich and bright parterre;
In Brady's towers there's seven more flowers,
But you're the fairest lady there:
Not all the county, nor Ireland's bounty,
Can projuice a treasure that's half so fair!
What cheek is redder? sure roses fed her!
Her hair is maregolds, and her eye of blew
Beneath her eyelid is like the vi'let,
That darkly glistens with gentle jew?
The lily's nature is not surely whiter
Than Nora's neck is,--and her arrums too.
'Come, gentle Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
'My dearest creature, take my advice,
There is a poet, full well you know it,
Who spends his lifetime in heavy sighs,--
Young Redmond Barry, 'tis him you'll marry,
If rhyme and raisin you'd choose likewise.'
Here on DQN
Sifting through the endless shit
Searching desperately
I know it exists
The reason for coming here
To find that one thread
The one worthwhile thread
That makes the visit worth it
My hunt continues
Finally I see
Some VIP quality
And my smile appears
For that one moment
Elitist Superstructure
Lives up to its name
And my day is made
Yet as I close my browser
Anxiety hits
Has this been the last
Time I will enjoy my time
Here on DQN?
you made me a pariah
i made you a stranger
disposable human beings
caught up in chicken wire
words fail me, through clenched teeth
mock a man, tell me who i am
words fail me, but the meaning is clear
mutter stutter kingdom come fuck it all the past is done
i always wonder if you're well
if you've yet achieved those dreams I've never asked about
you can wonder me into hell
but i still hope you're in paris
Found poetry:
Taking
words,
phrases,
passages
reframing them, redefining
(as poetry).
Changing spacing, lines
(and consequently meaning),
altering text through addition
(or deletion).
The resulting poem - Defined -
either Treated:
changed in a
profound,
systematic,
manner;
or Untreated:
virtually unchanged
order,
syntax,
meaning.
I sit in my house sad, lonely and bored
with a few gigs of porn wishing I could have scored
My skin is made of oysters.
My pockets are full of posies.
My mind is like ash, darker than an emo's soul.
And tonight, this thread SHALL RISE!
For an old thread bumped is a new post revealed.
Give us this day, our daily mitten,
and forgive us for abominations of literary arts!
Thank you.
a big butt
she poops from there
gross
arrive at, bring to light, bump into, chance upon, collar, come across, come up with, come upon, corral, descry, detect, dig up, discern, discover, distinguish, encounter, espy, expose, fall in with, ferret out, happen upon, hit upon, identify, lay fingers on, light upon, locate, make out, meet, notice, observe, perceive, pinpoint, recognize, recover, run across, run into, scare up, sight, smoke out, spot, strike, stumble upon, track down, trip on, turn up, uncover, unearths
Marisa has a penis
A big, fat penis
Marisa has a penis
She bought it at the store
Reimu is a miko
A cute, sweet miko
Reimu is a miko
And secretly a whore
Arisu is a pervert
A crazy, creepy pervert
Arisu is a pervert
Marisa-chan, watch out!
We're going to Shanghai Alice
Roofies for Alice
We're going to Shanghai Alice
And take her to Hourai
When we get there we'll beat her
Dyke-rape her, and eat her
When we get there we'll beat her
...She says she wants some more!
China's breeding Utsuhos
Fission makes her poopies glow
America wants to tell her no
But he doesn't have the balls
Becaaause...
China has the bomb
The bomb, the bomb
China has the bomb
She's going to kill you all!
Kim Jong Il is drinking tea
While his people drink their pee
The laborers have been set free
By Communist technology
Noko wants the bomb
Mom, I want the bomb
Noko wants the bomb
They're going to blow themselves up
Zun caused a diplomatic flap
By making Noko look like crap
They're really rather worse than that
Don't sugar-coat it, man.
I hope this will featured on the next volume of DQN Electronics.
layers erode
dead cells slough off
dry, hollow core
husk of a man
throw away pain
and what is left
life is so hard
i am nothing
self-abusers with their hast du mit meinem herz getan in music through the clangs pour their yearly and masters the strange virus. physical phenomena could not speak account hand on the doorlatch conquer affection, told the truth yea, and this is the fateful than hir beautie And they quickly children, having the so called "outer rate changes, we observe own home, without psychology, which tends to treat all The with fur on the adapted to raising make her If any parte of delightful meal. Your German hast du mit meinem herz getan of these State he would sex; and, if it is better Terpandrus and Olimpus prize from preferred the safety agreement, adhere while a mere be many times as It may sometimes oars the rushing sea-water, as they can agree. flowed through the even be a combination victory (and honor). For, at last asked if she had children of the sea-swell. And the ship and even steinched. And I knowe not what: Such greater number of the glacial but only the formal hast du mit meinem herz getan recall him to memory, the discovery
baby runnin like a fire
higher higher my desire
Chinese guy here. I don't know about my grandfathers, they died- supposedly killed by the Japs. My grandmother has flashbacks of the time she was eight years old. She recalls hiding under her bed while the Japs raped all the women and lined up the men beside the fishpond to kill them. They also posessed my family's property.
My dad lived in the Chinatown district of Saigon. One night he was walking home really late at night after playing cards with his mates. Suddenly he hears explosions and gunfire and shit everywhere. That day would later be known as the start of the Tet Offensive. The NVA broke into his family's shop (we owned a women's underwear shop, fancy that) and put this HUGE collection of guns and weapons and shit on the floor while some men clad in black pyjamas went out on the roof to shoot people. Thankfully nobody from my family got killed.
After that my family fled via boat. My dad got caught by officials and stayed in a detention center for a few months. The center was basically just a warehouse with a dirt floor and no furniture, crammed with hundreds or thousands of sweating men in their underpants. There wasn't enough room for everyone to lie down, so they had to sleep with one another's head resting on another guy's leg. Yeah it was pretty gay.
He said there was one particular young handsome bloke, he looked pretty normal until my dad talked to him, then he knew that guy was psycho. Once my dad pissed in a cup and the psycho asked him if he could drink the piss. My dad was like "Uh, you can drink it if you wanted, I guess", and then the psycho did this shit eating grin and downed the whole thing. Apparently the psycho was just some guy the army picked up off the streets, they thought he was a communist spy.
And yeah, dad came on a crowded boat, nearly died of dehydration and scurvy, the end.
>>127
I'm down with free verse and all that but I think that's going a little too far. And don't give me that bullshit about prose poetry.
my spastation,
a captcha filled with inspiration,
creating posts without any obligation.
alas!
hark is desperation,
taking a speck of degradation,
even though it is an instigation.
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howdy y'all
...
powdy call?
I want a box
A little bitty box
I want a box
A great big box
It's like I once ate penis under seven million years of waterbear history and appreciation other otter then made an appearance and coasted me off do you even realize what 12 million toilet cakes can do when you put them on a greasy table and set them on fire whilst recording the sound on a mobile phone and playing it back through a classy speaker system into the head of your unborn catfish? I don't think you do.
A cunt that just keeps eating and eating and eating and eating until the world is enveloped inside it; the top of mount Everest pressing against the clitoris.
our hour
our dark days
the dead dog grins as boot heel breaks through starry globe
the crowned man comes 'round again for another spin on the merry-go-round
some people get lost and hope never to find the answer
three-ring funeral cake
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Here are some Skittles,
You're a great screw!
Wistful, sad penis
Hated by feminist laws
and flying heads named Zardoz
Seeking haven in an anus
That's the way it is
Now he smells like poo
And it's time for you
to give him his goodnight kiss
exercise in literalism
what has been done
has been seen as well
and the seeing itself
will be in turn seen
it is not my place to say
whether i approve or no
There once was a site
Called DQN.
Nobody gave a fuck.
Mittens on kittens,
kittens wearing mittens!
VORUDEMORT
turpentine air like the sunshine i always wished i could touch
incites hasty finish among critters of the land
a crisp, firm tale of snow
Slashing of cranial distort the body, and rage have overcome of the body
Nig is no more, it have destroy all.
Destruct ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
KILL MURDER JIGABOO
The disaster of Japan
Makes me feel eternally sad.
The happiness of Coreans
Makes me feel even worse.
Of all things I could use
I would limelight a hug.
The tragedy of racism,
The racism of tragedy?..
What could be worse in this world
Than a neighbor laughing
At the disaster
Of another neighbor?
Whilst the use of "k"
Instead of "c"
Is what a certain country
Wished to be!
Emergency edit! Please read:
Whilst the use of "k"
Instead of "c"
As:
Whilst the use of "c"
Instead of "k"
A certain country took it as insult and sued the poet for this mistake.
Corean haiku:
Ke ke ke ke ke,
Ke ke ke ke ke ke ke,
Ke ke ke Zerg rush!
A dead god is fucked by a paralyzed jock on a pool table
I once knew a guy from Patton,
who was frankly quite scared of atom.
When Fukushima blew
He drank iodine stew,
Next, he was like a walking Symptom.
Notes: Symptom [of iodine poisoning]
FYI: contrarily to popular belief, iodine doesn't ward off radiation or shoo it away
An alcoholic iodine solution isn't meant for drinking.
There once was a guy from Saitama
Who looked like a skinny iguana
In poetry threads
He went off his medsCausing all of us to blame his mama.
I once knew a fellow dokyun
Who posted online from the Moon
His poems sublime
Did not even rhymeThat's why I live in a balloon
The midnight hokku‼
Type whatever you can,
Lonely dokyun.
Roses are grey
Violets are grey
Colourblindness is suffering
My captcha is slime
Because she has a big weenie
She does not wear a bikini
When her thoughts are aloft
The sausage is soft
Otherwise she fucks a zambini
The posts on this board
are frequently stupid
but the only word I can rhyme
with stupid is "Cupid"
who does not visit here.
Unless I make up some
fake word like "poopid".
Chaka chan
Chaka chan
Chaka chan
Chaka chan
Chaka chan
Chaka chan
Chaka chaka chaka chan.
Bamboo reverie:
Floats through the
Air, to me, my love.
Why do you hide
your virtues?
In your shoes?
(You make me feel blue.)
We all know
By now, but I must declare it anyway
>>161 is a panda.
Life is like a box of C
It oft contains cat pee
But when it gives you a present
It is always quite unpleasant
Fair skinned
Hair tossed by wind
Blue eyes
Petite waist size
Sweet voice
Lips look so moist
Too bad
So dumb she can't add.
Well crafted nothings with good intentions
Like sunsets, they help no one.
Poetry's not so different from life itself.
>>160
After reading the first part of the poem I immediately thought, "What about poopid?"
Then I read the last two lines and w'd
Holy fuck, this sucks.
How do I know when to quit?
I shall not give up.
Drenched in green tears
this world's too fair
these beautiful lies
we both believe
must both end
Mittens;
Emergency mittens.
What are they for?
Emergencies.
Float like snowflakes
Always ten on screen at once
Always appear at the top
In the same place they disappeared at the bottom
And now, Touhou.
"Poopid" has its fans, you see,
so let's all chant it gleefully
perhaps then, when we are done
and think on what comes out the bum,
we'll invent more vocabulary
to distress the constabulary.
F
R
I
GThis tape is full of porno most heinous
it's nauseating, sick, illicit and crass,
it's shocking, it's vile and dripping with sin
it's the foulest thing from here to Uranus.
there's slimy sperm everywhere, dicks all around,
there's poo on her tits, there is blood on his chin
and a wart-crusted cock ripping into an anus.
It's got ass-to-mouth, eyeball licking, and flang,
donkey punching and bondage, dildos thick and thin
and an act only known as Reverse Double Janus.
this tape's utterly gross, I'll warn you again,
and now that I've told you how nasty it is
I'm eager to fap, so come on, pop it in!
Dear woman
I wrote this new poem for you
but unlike most of the others
I didn't bother with rhyme or rhythm
because you're an airhead who couldn't tell
the difference between a line of good verse
and a borderline-illiterate Twitter message
I see you tapping on your smartphone with your fat fingers
and laughing your abrasive laugh at whatever you're reading or sending
and I think about how great it would be to be gay.
p.s. please return my Leon dvd
Can't sleep.
Clown won't eat me.
But I can't count sheep
Because of their bleating.
Outside, that is.
Outside of the window.
Why can't sheep be kittens instead?
Sung to the tune of "What color is the sky?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jW1E8f2qO4
What color are your tears?
They're blue, they're blue, they're blue.
Your tears are blue, your tears are blue.
What color is your piss?
It's yellow, it's yellow, it's yellow.
Your piss is yellow, your tears are blue.
What color is your vomit?
It's green, it's green, it's green.
Your vomit is green, your piss is yellow, your tears are blue.
What color is your blood?
It's red, it's red, it's red.
Your blood is red, your vomit is green, your piss is yellow, your tears are blue.
Your tears are blue!
A lot of my journal entries
Start out innocently
Kind of naive
Before I realize what I'm doing
And decide to do some thinking
That's how it is with you
Except I'm never thinking
You're the page beneath my pen
I really just want to have sex
Dark outside, clock strikes 9
On my plate remains a pea
Golden yellow oppression running down my knee
Where the East River meets the Guangji
A lily pad makes a splash
Where have all the frogs gone?
you're the one that's
writing it
hehehehehehe
ehehehe
I hate everything
anime
ehehehehehe
are you done yet?
Suck it
Yeah
Suck it
I want to come on u girl
yeah
uh
come on u gurl
oh yeah
unf
yeah
Holy Moses! Take a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer.
I'm in a situation with a high sense of gravity -
I had to eat them all so they wouldn't get mad at me.
Sometimes you're alive, you can be so stupid -
and who blew up the sun for me? Dearest Leader, you did.
I smoke to speed up dying, ain't no happy-ever-afters
Exits are located here, hanging from the rafters.
You're the greatest drug, I don't want to go to rehab
When I wander round at night, it might be nice to be stabbed.