Author Topic: poetry thread  (Read 354 times)

post poetry you like here

ill go first

Writing, I crushed an insect with my nail
And thought nothing at all. A bit of wing
Caught my eye then, A gossamer so frail

And exquisite, I saw in it a thing
That scorned the grossness of the thing I wrote
It hung upon my finger like a sting.

A leg I noticed next, fine a mote,
“And on this frail eyelash he walked,” I said,
“And climbed and walked like any mountain-goat”

And in the mood I sought the little head,
But it was lost; then in my heart a fear
Cried out, “A life- why beautiful, why dead!”

It was a mite that held itself most dear,
So small I could have drowned it with a tear

roses are red
violets are blue
toxicology is a real brother

This is a haiku
they make no sense ever. but
refridgerator

5 syllables here
and then seven over here
and 5 here again


5 syllables here
and then seven over here
and 5 here again


THAT LAST ONE IS SIX
NVM

THAT LAST ONE IS SIX
and [1] five [1] here [1] again [2]


i actually really despise poetry. of all the forms of writing it is the bastard

My favorite poem is an ancient one, constantly passed down for almost 90 years now.

There was an old man from Nantucket
Whose rooster was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I could forget it."