Lets Write Poetry! Created 17 years ago2007-09-28 09:41:24 UTC by Habboi

Well the simple kind that is...Haiku!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku - For those who don't know.

Basically it consists of three lines. The first having 5 syllables, second having 7 and the third having 5 again.

Aka I wrote this one while near the River Thames in London in the afternoon:

The River Flows Down
And the Twilight is Setting
Louder is the Wind.

Usually you write about seasons without hinting it or something you saw that inspired you. Right now it is raining over here. Perhaps if it is the same for you then you can write one to do with the gustily rain

Have a try fellow poets D:

Porno excites me
I like all kinds except gay
Or wait... nevermind

I hate poetry,
I think that it is stupid,
Poetry is dumb.

Ireland is rainy,
It is very depressing,
I hate living here.

These poems are bad,
They are all I could think of,
I don't like poems.

Haha still pretty good. We have talent people!

Sweet breathe beholds me
Upon mounting my beauty
How she breathes in love

I took off my pants
I put my dick in your mom
She screamed like a whore

cue bongo drums

I prefer free poems without a specific pattern.
It's my thing! ;O

There once was a Cow
Who sucked at writing Poems!
And thought he was cool!

Your 'thing' sucks Now make my heli go boom boom

But back to seriousness there is a writer in all of us. It is up you to whether you tap into that interest. You can even write a poem on a thought you want to chuck out to everyone but have them not fully understand. Like Zombie. He told the World he loved Pr0n ;O

Like Zombie. He told the World he loved Pr0n ;O

Everyone who has been on IRC knows that already

Habboi likes the cock,
Except now Habboi has AIDS,
He fucked a black man.

Yeah I hate poetry Short stories are more fun.

An old man eats some soup in front of a mirror.
He is a fool.

I gotta admit...World Crafter knows me far too well...

lets write a haiku.
haikus are very easy
to make up quicky.

something i made in IRC. but it aint really poetry if it dont rhyme.

FALSE

Poetry doesn't need to rhyme.
So I've been told by a poet

I hope that was a joke Penguin...Everyone knows it doesn't have to rhyme :S

considering the thread title, i don't think we should be limited to haikus, which frankly are a bit.. well.

I myself am a fan of lymerics or however you spell it.

Well go ahead. That was just the first activity ;D I wanted to see what deep thoughts people came up with and Rimrook took the cake with that deep poem.

Yeah I hate poetry Short stories are more fun.

Amen to that bro
I can't stand fucking haikus
poetry sucks balls

...ah fuck.

I once knew a man named Buck.
He told Mamba he was here to fuck.
He tried to sleep with her,
but ended up left to whither.
Now he's the one getting fucked.

WHAT

Poetry is gay
And they are for emo kid
So We Should Stop Now

And they are for emo kid

Except limmericks. They are for Irish kid.

I am mouse named keith,
I circumcise men with my teeth,
Don't do it for leisure,
Or sexual pleasure,
But just for the cheese underneath.

There was a young girl from Peru
Who had nothing better to do
So she sat on the stairs
Counted her pubic hairs
Nine thousand three hundred and two.

There was a young fellow called Lancelot
Who's neighbors looked on him askance a lot
For when he would pass
A pretty young lass
The front of his pants would advance a lot.

Have you heard the sad tale of young Lockett?
He was blown off his feet by a rocket
The force of the blast
Blew his balls up his ass
And his penis was found in his pocket.

askance

how do you say that??

I like writing random poems when I'm bored. Most of them suck pretty bad, but whatever.

I was in a bad mood this day...
__________________

This feeling in my head
I can?t get it out
Writhing around
It?s more than just doubt

It?s a fear of what?s coming
It?s a thought of what?s passed
Life moves too slow
And the rest comes too fast

I long for those moments
When things seemed so right
The whole world in front of me
My future seemed bright

I suppose it still is
I?m just too depressed
I need to calm down
And stop sleeping less

Get my head straight
Remember what?s forgot
Get back to work
Just forget what I?m not

This is what I am
This is what I want
I flaunt what I?ve got
And I?ve got what I flaunt
_______________________

This next one was mostly IRC induced and took about fifteen minutes to write, which is why it's such a pile a crap.
_______________________

People with all their problems
Tend to have one quite large
And that problem
Is whining at those in charge

They Bitch, they moan
They say "everything you do is wrong!"
They do all this while taking
Great big pulls from their great big bongs

They say they destroy
They say they pollute
They say they're evil
And worship death to boot

They don't mention the corperations
Or the cars people drive
It's the government!
That's why we're taking a dive!

Never the rescues or the peace
It's always the wars and the bombs
And to those god damned conspiracy nuts
Please put down the bongs!

Bush is the antichrist
And Cheney has no soul
The rest of them are liars
Just shut up, asshole!
________________________

And finally, a Haiku I wrote for badhaiku.com
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A bright sunny day
Prickley grass beneath your feet
You stepped in dog poop
________________________

how do you say that??

əsk'ɑːns (uh-skAance, rhyming with "stance")

I once got in trouble
For being in an abandoned alarm store
Got taken in for identification

There was a young girl from Peru,
Who's limericks end at line two...

There was a young man from Verdun...

Loads 'n loads of limericks,
Those crazy rhyming gimmerics,
They look easy to write,
But try one tonight,
And you'll find that the last lines are often impossible.

I once got in trouble
For being in an abandoned alarm store
Got taken in for identification

You FAIL at Haiku!

5 syllables (not words) then 7 then 5 again.

Loads 'n loads of limericks,
Those crazy rhyming gimmerics,
They look easy to write,
But try one tonight,
And you'll find that the last lines are often impossible.

I lol'd

Awww man that was funny as hell, caboose.

A limerick about Limerick city.

Limericks are named after a place near me,
More often than not it's called stab city,
Don't go down the river on your little boat,
Unless you want to get knifed in the throat,
And your body found floating by the quay.

I dreamt solemnly,
By the eyes of the day,
Burning hazily on the iceberg-white cobblestreets,
On thoughts of salmon,
Where nannygoats lie rarely,
And all the blind girls blaze and rage.