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Discussion => Newbie discussion => Topic started by: cryLOTT on May 25, 2013, 02:34 am

Title: Poetry
Post by: cryLOTT on May 25, 2013, 02:34 am
Instead of writing throwaway post to get to 50, why not open your mind, and wax poetic. It doesn't have to be good, it's just funner than writing crap.
I'll start.

"CUNT! My chips..."
Steve was really smashed.
Tom wasn't,
He was enjoying the molly I had washed.
My hands were hot,
On account of the gravy.
I texted home,
I don't think I could drive...
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: CannaConnection1 on May 25, 2013, 02:38 am
I love you
I hate you
I miss you
I hate you
I want to kiss you
You make me sick
I want to hold you
but your memory is slim to none
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: cryLOTT on May 25, 2013, 03:03 am
And the poem I like the most gets karma (+1) once I'm at 100 posts.
This is my last poem, as I'm on post 49 now:

"Please Mr. Murdoch, have mercy."
Rupert was not pleased with the backbench MP.
The magnate's brow glistened with sweat,
His victim kneeling before him.
"Policy... Is my decision, boy!"
The man from the department of immigration nodded apologetically,
His aide standing motionless in the corner of the room.

Rupert gasped, as he hauled his considerable weight into a chair.
After regaining his breath, the captives were released.
The prime minister stood behind Mr. Murdoch, looking uneasy.
"Fuck off David. Ask for more wine to be sent in as you leave."
Cameron left swiftly, avoiding Murdoch's gaze

"You can continue now, Sugar"
The high class prostitute returned to her knees.
Rupert's brow began to sweat more heavily now.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: xtmg on May 25, 2013, 03:30 am
"The Sphinx"

The things I love
Slip through my fingers like sand
And with it my end
Becomes a welcome friend
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: parkdanger on May 25, 2013, 07:59 pm
They were young and it was summer
atop hills blanketed in a flickering blooming
watching headlights bouncing through hollow passageways
Above, only sky and clouds
and moon, and earth a
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: Chim2Cham on May 25, 2013, 08:05 pm
In ten thousand years
I did what I thought that in seven
I could've done more

and whatever side I lay my head
Keeps me on or off the floor.

A moment's time is longer
than a life before one's eyes

and whatever side I'm looking at
Is reassurance i'm alive.
Title: Re: Poetry
Post by: android465764E on May 25, 2013, 08:18 pm
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I suck at poetry,
Get your cock out.