poetry with reier

[Reier]

we have to write poems in english II


An Ode to Times Long Past Because They Happened Before Now

 
When I was young
People older than me were old
Now I'm old
Those people are dead
I'm wearing lederhosen

 
Hydrogen Bonding

 
Bam
Out of the smoke or whatever there's lightning and pyrotechnics
The above statement was supposed to grab your attention
I hope I did a good job
Anyway this is stupid

 
Methane

 
Jimmy's fart echoed all over the town
It broke windows and made children cry
Poor Jimmy
He just can't hold them in
But also poor town
They're all dead
Someone light a match

 
The Race of the Downtrodden

 
There once was a young Caecilian
His name was Titus Maximilian
He tried a 5K
But it took him three days
BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FREAKING LIMBS OR ANYTHING

 
POV

 
Long ago in the small town of New York
There lived a beautiful girl named Katrina
They called her Katrina because
That was her name




im gonna get expelled

[Merrick]

Black sky,
Black trees,
Black cars,
Black keys.

I am Stevie Wonder.

[HurricaneAndrew]

Ode to the Turd

Here I sit all broken hearted
Because I tried to sh** and only farted
I've sat and sat, waited and waited
So I thought of you and masturbated
An hour later I'll take a chance
I'll try to fart but sh** my pants



Senseless

Haikus are awesome
but sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

[Kossokei]

Wanna slice?

Now I defy a tenet gallantly
Of circle canon law: these integers
Importing circles' quotients are, we see,
Unwieldy long series of cockle burs
Put all together, get no clarity;
Mnemonics shan't describeth so reformed
Creating, with a grammercy plainly,
A sonnet liberated yet conformed.
Strangely, the queer'st rules I manipulate
Being followéd, do facilitate
Whimsical musings from geometric bard.
This poesy, unabashed as it's distressed,
Evolvéd coherent - a simple test,
Discov'ring poetry no numerals jarred.

[Badnik96]

Hipster Badnik used poetry in his sig before it was cool.

[MassimoV]

Now, this is a story all about how
 My life got flipped-turned upside down
 And I'd like to take a minute
 Just sit right there
 I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

 In west Philadelphia born and raised
 On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
 And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
 When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

 I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
 She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
 I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

 First class, yo this is bad
 Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
 Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 Hmmmmm this might be alright.

 But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 I don't think so
 I'll see when I get there
 I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

 Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 I ain't trying to get arrested yet
 I just got here
 I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

 I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
 If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'

 I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
 I looked at my kingdom
 I was finally there
 To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

[Badnik96]

Also reier your stuff is friggin funny man.

[Resetti's Replicas]

Now, this is spaghetti all about how

My mom got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called mom's spaghetti 
In west  spaghetti born and raised
On the  spaghetti  was where I spent most of my moms
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some mom's spaghetti outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my spaghetti 
I got in one little fight and my mom's spaghetti
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and spaghetti in Bel Air'

I whistled for a  spaghetti  and when it came near
The license plate said mom's spaghetti  and it had  spaghetti in the mirror
If anything I could say that this  spaghetti  was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, mom to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the  spaghetti  about mom's or  spaghetti 
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo mom smell ya later'
I looked at my spaghetti 
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the mom's spaghetti

[Philippa]

Roses are red...

Violets are red...

Grass is red...

Oh sh** the garden's on fire.

[Mr. AS]

This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left. That's your left!
This is your right, and that's your right.
This is your right. That's your right!

This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left. That's your left!
This is your right, and that's your right.
This is your right. That's your right!

That's your left, and that's your right.

This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left. That's your left.
That's your left, and that's your left.

Left.
Right.

Lean to your left.
Lean to your right.
Lean to your left.
Uh-uh, that's your right.
Lean to your right.
Hey, you got it right!

That's your left, and that's your right.

This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left. That's your left!
This is your right, and that's your right.
This is your right. That's your right!

This is your left, and that's your left.
This is your left. That's your left!
This is your right, and that's your right.
This is your right. You're gonna die.

[Reier]

Fromage

My best friend is a stick
We are on a monorail
It is going to the station
We're cool with the current situation
And even though it is just a small stick
And we both like films and flicks
It will always be a slightly larger stick to me

adieu

[HurricaneAndrew]

Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop, and take a douche
While she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out and never came back

[Kid_Krusher13]

And Now A Poem By a stoner

The sky Is Yellow
That cloud looks like a swan
Man I'm so high right now
Wait, what am I doing?

[frezal]

I study poetry, and you have no idea how much I want to take a red pen to everything in this thread.

[Philippa]

Roses are red,
The curtains were blue,
Analysing poetry is useless crap,
Haven't you got something important to do?

[frezal]

Roses are red,
The curtains were blue,
Analysing poetry is useless crap,
Haven't you got something important to do?

Poets don't give a sh** about the curtains. That's what fiction writers are for.

[helloface]

The soft wind blows
The earth slowly crumbles
That was fancy sh** right there
I'm going to go braid my nose hair

[Kid_Krusher13]

And now a poetry from Storm II

I got screwed over, in series 7
I almost sent Typhoon 2, into heaven
But because I lost, my front wedge
I now work for Consuela, would you like some lemon pledge?

[Naryar]

Reier, you are being an idiot.

I mean, reporting things for "foul language" in CHATTERBOX ?

[Jonzu95]

Reier, you are being an idiot.

I mean, reporting things for "foul language" in CHATTERBOX ?

What else can you expect from Reier?