Author Topic: Poems (Read 754 times)

man manu · « **on:** May 09, 2009, 11:11:52 AM »

Hey I've just made up some poems at school and got one of them published on the web here Just wondering if you though it was good and if you have any of your own?

Reier · « **Reply #1 on:** May 09, 2009, 11:14:28 AM »

I got none

R1885 · « **Reply #2 on:** May 09, 2009, 11:14:54 AM »

I wright books, not poems.

man manu · « **Reply #3 on:** May 09, 2009, 11:21:40 AM »

You wright them? They must be good, spelling write like that... No offence BTW.

R1885 · « **Reply #4 on:** May 09, 2009, 11:22:16 AM »

Sorry.

Weirdo · « **Reply #5 on:** May 09, 2009, 11:47:01 AM »

Just something I wrote once...

" You Fell In The Dock "

a lack of oxygen to the brain
a rush of blood to frozen limbs
carbon dioxide in the lungs
down by the dock side with your chumps

and then you fall off into the sea
stuck under a sunken ship

and then you fall off into the sea
stuck under a sunken ship

your hair is falling from your head
your hands are sweating, your face is turning red
your cloths are covered in sweat
has it being raining, or have you been running?

only to fall head over heels
only to fall head over heels

you crushd a bug with your heel
you crushd a bug, it doesnt feel

Jack Daniels · « **Reply #6 on:** May 09, 2009, 02:07:35 PM »

Wrote this one a loooong time ago:

"The Prophecy of Spam"

"Oh Heaven Behold!"
As I rose to my feet.
The gods above had blessed me
With a processed can of meat.

It appeared just before me
with a shimmer and a flash
perfect timing while i was praying
and my satchel empty of cash

How magnificent the shape is
Glittering aluminum with words bright
on the back reads "contents"
written of synthetic additives delight

I placed my book away
and reached for the can
its magnificent shape mesmerizing
as a true gift to man.

There was a time long ago
when many worshipped prime rib, steak or lamb
But now we follow a common good.
The prophecy of Spam.

kill343gs · « **Reply #7 on:** May 09, 2009, 02:23:24 PM »

I have two.

Life is Like a Game of Tetris

Life is like a game of Tetris
Just a constant struggle to fit in with those around you.
It starts out simple, at the insertion of…
A coin (Get your mind out of the gutter)
Taking it slow at first, getting your grip on how things work.
Everything starts to come easy to you, and you haven’t a trouble in the world.

Then you start to lay the building blocks to the foundation for the rest of your life.
As things start to pile up, you start to wonder if it’s ever going to stop.
Suddenly, everything starts going faster and you find it hard to keep up.
You feel like if this keeps up, you will never dig yourself out of the
Block-built hole you have dug yourself
But you always find a way to get things done on time.

You see the people who cheat their way through life and hack the system
And the good people who end up caught up in the mix
And it becomes hard to keep track of where they are going.

But you know which way is your way to the top.

Life is like a game of Pac-Man
You run around in circles looking for the keys to success while
The obstacles in your way, the things that haunt you
Try to get you down to the point where you almost need to restart.
But you become stronger, overcoming your fears and conquering your enemies
Until you are successful.

Insomnia

I toss and turn for hours,
My mind moving faster than
Any car ever driven by man.

Thousands of unnecessary thoughts enter my head,
None making any more sense than the last.
Until I finally drift away.

The full moon shines through
The window, casting a shimmer
On my worn-out face.

As the hours roll by,
Morning strikes and I ride the snooze button
All the way back to dreamland.

Both (C) Kill343guiltyspark 2008-2009

roboman2444 · « **Reply #8 on:** May 09, 2009, 02:32:57 PM »

i cant write poems for my life because i have no imagination(that's why my ra2 bots are only one type of weapon and have no armor)

System32 · « **Reply #9 on:** May 09, 2009, 03:38:27 PM »

God I hate poems.

I hate awful poems,
that stupid emo crap.
I also hate the other stuff,
commonly known as a rap.

If you ever try one,
I'll tell you what I'll do;
I'll find out where you F**King live,
and kill every one of you!

I'll go down to your house,
and chap your damn front door,
A shotgun blast straight through your mum,
that stupid F**King W***E!

Then I'll carve you dad up,
like a block of wood,
I'll bandage that old B*****D,
Like everyone should do.

Then I'll go to your room,
and I'll kick the damn door down,
and after I am finished,
you'll be F**King underground!

I had to say it.

roboman2444 · « **Reply #10 on:** May 09, 2009, 03:40:20 PM »

Weirdo · « **Reply #11 on:** May 15, 2009, 07:08:53 AM »

Just thought up a parody of called 'Airbag'. Dunno if this is excactly the right place for it... but ahh well.

'Last Night a Mobile Saved My Life'

In the next world war
what number do I call?
I'll dial again.

I'm at the pink neon sign,
scrolling up and down
I'll dial again

In an interstellar burst
I'm back to save the universe

In a deep, deep sleep
my mobile wakes me up
gotta get up again

In a fast German car,
I'm lost and alarmed
a mobile'll save my life...

In an interstellar burst
I'm back in time to save the universe

In an intersteallar burst
we've got your numbers

Call 118,
They've got the whole universe

--

Should probably explain; 118 118 is a number you can call in england if you want to find the number of a place or a person, it'll give you the number. A bit like a phone book, on the phone.

Should also probably explain, I'm in no way trying to advertise 118. Frankly, they're a ripoff.

Weirdo · « **Reply #12 on:** June 01, 2009, 11:45:39 AM »

Something I wrote yesterday. Some strong language, I've censored it.

'No.'

Would you like to come to bed with me?
I like you
I really like you
You're so bloody beutiful
And you went throught the same as I did when you came in
people made fun of your so-called 'posh' accent.
And unlike some I could mention you're intelligent.
Everything I've been saving up for.

But there is one thing I don't understand,
is why the f*** you hang around with the people you do
It's what you choose
and thats not wrong,but it doesn't make me understand
why the f*** you act stupid
Just cause some of your freinds seem to be?

But none of this matters anyway.
I heard you've got a boyfreind
and you hide in his house to bunk off.

So would you like to come to bed with me?
I guess thats a 'no'.

pyscolone · « **Reply #13 on:** June 01, 2009, 11:59:12 AM »

^ get denied much?

Weirdo · « **Reply #14 on:** June 01, 2009, 12:14:23 PM »

Don't ask much.

frezal · « **Reply #15 on:** June 01, 2009, 01:39:47 PM »

Quote from: man manu;38008

Hey I've just made up some poems at school and got one of them published on the web here Just wondering if you though it was good and if you have any of your own?

Your poem is bad, and you should feel bad!

man manu · « **Reply #16 on:** June 02, 2009, 03:34:01 PM »

Thanks.

HurricaneAndrew · « **Reply #17 on:** June 13, 2009, 03:15:51 AM »

I have a haiku.

Haikus are great fun
but sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

Lol, if you know what a haiku is, you should be laughing.

I also wrote a poem about how I feel about school.

"School Days"

Here I sit
In this class
That I would bet
I won't even pass

At half past 10
I make a wish
For this class to end
'Cause I gotta p*ss

This is it
Time for lunch
But God this sh*t
Is hard to munch

Science, Math
And English Lit.
I won't remember
Even half of this sh*t

It's 3:15
Our time is up
So lets leave this scene
'Cause well... who gives a f*ck?

Pwnator · « **Reply #18 on:** June 13, 2009, 03:32:57 AM »

I hate broccoli
And think it totally sucks
Why is it not meat?

- Deadpool

Somebody · « **Reply #19 on:** June 13, 2009, 05:57:10 AM »

School Days=lol