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Discussion => Newbie discussion => Topic started by: throwAway5497 on May 10, 2013, 11:37 pm
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Spam your favorite, quirky poetry. I really just wanted a place to post this bit of awesomeness I found on a bathroom stall.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who had such a long cock he could suck it.
He said with a grin, as he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear were a cunt I would fuck it!"
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Peter peter pumpkin eater,
had a wife and loved to beat her
Smacked her twice upside the head,
fucked her ass then went to bed.
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WINTER RAIN DEEPENS
LICHENED LETTERS
ON THE GRAVE...
AND MY OLD SADNESS
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A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
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Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
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The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle.
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The short night--
broken, in the shallows,
a crescent moon
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it starts.
with-
the end.
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a zillion silver pin holes.
cold diamond eyes of night.
the only
silent witness. to
a
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FlaSH
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of comet
fire..
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in
misty morning dew
silvered curls
of spanish moss
weep.
down
to
ancient
Cypress knees.
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Shimmer.
on the water.
echo,
of you. There.
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Here.
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my heart. Is.
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lockd.
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```Shocked.
Ruptured.
in its.
Basketcase.
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petals of crimson
Cut. drip. drop.
new blood from winter roses
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clovers are cotton puffs fallen
from lofty clouds; sparkling
silver stars in a meadow galaxy
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falling moonlight
dark silver edge. Abruptly.
slices winters veil
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time stands still
at the abyss
of your absence; drowning me.
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broken pieces are all thats left
scattered
round a bullethole
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something..
was that you? i felt.
a touch
of soft white hair? I turn.
You there?
WAIT...
your Face. whiskers
whisper by...im sure.
honey?
?
o. noOO-.
DONTTTT;
I
crash IN. to
Cru-ELLL!
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ROBBed!
again!
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1.
STuPiD.
GUN.
shot.
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help and hope
are dead whispers
echoing behind me
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I had my chance for fame
Yet did not went to claim
They know my face not yet my name
I did not care this world is cheap
and for its lost glister I never weap
Only for love that seemed so true
Up on a rooftop she was a round
A yelled I love you
Yet that true love stayed on found
Then a hellish night first a beautiful day
Five years later still dont know what
To think or say.
Was it a dream it seemed so surreal
Yet the my still bleeding heart
Proves that it happened and it was real.
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crimson petals delicate
confetti shower dance
in a whirling wind.
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orange blossoms drip.
waterfall
of white boquet,
dewdrops jewel
petal faces.
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tea leaves unfurl
thin silver fingers
steaming trails in my teacup
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dew drops spangle
silver cobweb strands
aprils liquid laughter
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how did i lose you?
from my fingertips
you fell into shadow
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in my doubts
i drown
while longing for the gone
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drip drop
blood drop
blood dripped
for vein nasty stain
final destination final stop
bandages holding the last of the blood drop
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you.
taken.
from,
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Our gentle ways
Universes
of light years. Away.
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Hellish.
How
you slipped. Away.................
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living in a daydream
reality fades away
like shadows into the night
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lacey sundrops in your yard
i keep forgetting
you left
on
winters breath
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where is that promised land
where doubts and fears
appear
to be just sneers
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sucking Black hole.
all
that was
.Is.
locked in Orbit.
round.
the
bullethole.
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shards of broken Was
scattered clutter
tears blur vision with stupid fingers
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frail flower petals delicate
whispers of honeybee breath
blossoming on sweet springtimes exhale
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this shell is life
shill shell
empty echoes of spring
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CAMELLIA-PETAL
FELL IN SILENT DAWN ...
SPILLING
A WATER-JEWEL
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IN THE TWILIGHT RAIN
THESE BRILLIANT-HUED
HIBISCUS ...
A LOVELY SUNSET
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FRIEND, THAT OPEN MOUTH
REVEALS YOUR
WHOLE INTERIOR...
SILLY HOLLOW FROG!
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oh lucky beggar
bright heaven
and cool earth
your summer outfit
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In books
we try to find
what makes us blind
- maybe thats why we're blind?
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Flower in the stream
thus too my lovely life
must end, another
flower
to fall and float away.
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if strangers threaten
turn into
fat green bullfrogs
pond cooling melons
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black desolate moor
i bow before
the buddha
lighted in thunder
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you turn and suddenly
there in purpling sky
white fujiami
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A BRIGHT AUTUMN MOON...
IN THE SHADOW OF
EACH GRASS
AN INSECT CHIRPING
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I'll brb.....i gotta do a lil mo before the sunrise. ;)
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you slipped out
of time.
behind
a Flood thats
ever flowing.
and now.
your face slips away
with the water.
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needed you again
today
no good without your smile
please
lie down with me a while
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I cant poem
niggers
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gunShot took happiness
made you fall in the Abyss
of that bitches making
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dont trust em they said
we gonna help u they said
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Fuck bitches get money
420blazeit
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sunlight. and
blood staind concrete
reveal your final breath.
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each night i hold your pillow
and whisper there my fear
it sometimes
slows my tears
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While there dying
His family was crying
But a smile on his face
He was happy with death
Because the torment was over
And the angels they gone
To take his soul away
Treating him nice
Because on his sheet was no vice
By believing the truth
Only doing the good
So his place in gardens off joy was earned
He escaped from the fire
Have hold over his desire
While he was passing away
I testify and say
No is worth all the praise
Or worship his rays
On eternal light have
Guide me straight in my live
And I am happy do die
Not a single tier my eye
Cause his promise is true
If you fear he'll love you
But if you do turn away
From what his messenger say
His torn you will earn in the fire you'll burn
For ever and ever
with only boiling water to drink
and fool foods to eat
Just a warning from me
ask your Creator for guides
and light in this worldly strife
And certain you'll be hopefully to see
That death will be a relive for you
From this prison of shallow enjoyment and pain
Don not let your life be waste effort in vain.
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you belong right here
summer wind and your white hair.
not cruel
empty whispers
from your winter grave.
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:-* awesome poets here
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daynight--
moonshadows
washed in
winter starlight
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s
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thoughtless thoughts when i want my thoughts to be thoughtful
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As a poet I am true
Proven by appreciation
Form you
Walked with the best
Amongst those
Whose path I one chose
Before true light
Indeed winter night
A voice in my head
Offer something he said
Give me you soul
And the glory is yours
Your fame will be tall
I replied of course
No I what you have I dont want
Yet with persistent he went on
Even offering me even more really
Wanting my soul for his plan
The glister of this world is cheap
Planting my soul so as a seed
So the fruit of this life I could reap?
Is not a thing I desire
So the voice went away
Came back years later to say
Take my offer or else I will
torment you till the end of your days
I every night in my mind there way pain
Now way out or say nee
I was force to agree and the change in my life
I began slowly to see.
Not guided by the Almight one.
But by somebody else his name is
From the list of the ones best
The dead flower hero's played
And my life's road I paved with the deeds
Heeding there call for fame and be praise
To be amongst those who in this world a high raised
On a mission of sort to complete the lost work.
Not caring a thing on the contract to full fill
I failed
I admit with no shame I am happy this way
Because now I my soul is my own
On other buyer there was
The one with true divine light
Bought my soul and my life
For an even higher price
And the gardens of eternal joy
by His will mine
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A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
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A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
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Do not buy form
Drug For You
He cannot be trust
And you may end up
a fool
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Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!
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there once was a man from kent
whose dick was so long, that it bent
to stay out of trouble
he bent it double
and instead of cumming, he went.
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Not cool about this 50 count deal.
I totally understand why....so Ill just deal with it.
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A wise old owl sat on an oak
the more he saw, the less he spoke
the less he spoke the more he heard
what a boring fucking bird.....