Write the cringiest poem you can

I HATE MYSELF AND NOBODY LIKES ME BUT I STILL THINK IM BETTER THAN EVERYONE. WHAT IS MY NAME: MYSELF

Wherefore am I now?
In mother's arms?
Or maybe it
Be her defecation?

i want u to love me
but i also want u free
i want you to notice me
if u could only see
that u belong to me
that we could always be
so happy together u and me
u and me

my love is like a tree
reaching for the sky above me
growing stronger every day but we
will never be together, u and me

Summer to light autumn,
Pierced heart and burned Sodom,
I was with her to the end of my days
Grey darks and putrid pale whites
To the lowest of hells and highest of heights...
Stacy was the flower in my garden, the star in my sky, and for her I live and for her I die.

And dying is a passage to Hell.
And hell wore the mask of masculinity,
The disguise of friendship,
The name of Chad.
He was the child that yanks the blossom from your garden, and shows you the dead flowery carcass, smelling the fainting beauty, saying “isn’t it wonderful?”

This is from a few years ago scribbled into the notes of my phone. I posted it once on /adv/ and some user thought it was so good and that I was bullshitting him that I wrote it.

Did you ever close your eyes in a sea of green motion, and watch as the birds dipped by?
Did you ever breathe deep in a strong wind's causeway, and feel how the oak trees fly?
Did you ever stumble down from a freight train's path, deciding to not yet die?
Did you ever limp back to that paradise on earth, collapse in the grass and cry?

u and me ... :'(

delet this

Never had a finger on a trigger
But I’m still a dirty nigger
Never did any drugs
But I’m still looked at as a bug
Never hurt a fly
But people want me to die
But I can prove them wrong
Cause they think I have a huge dong

Wow. /adv/ is a really bad place to get advise

>when somebody smiles to you and that's the best you can manage

The reason why
The reason why
The reason why I had to die
Did I bleed the blood of greed?
What was my destiny?

Nabokov already did in Pale Fire

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced
That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Do what thou wilt.

I don't have a will.

That which exists exists.

I am what I know and I know nothing.

Not to be

Not to be free

Not to not to be.

and my arms burnt
an all encompassing suffering
that covered the one below
these burns on my arms
the pain is my home

...

gold

Oh such a beautiful lass
But all the comments to her so crass
I try my best
To correct
The men seeking "to pound her ass"
But it's all in vain
A boyfriend with whom she had lain
What a contemptible slut, I hope she's in pain

Darling can you hear me?
It's dark and cold down here
And I am small and trembling;
My heart is full of fear.
The emptiness is all around,
The silence settles in,
I sit and try to think of you
There is no way to win.

She was my soul's completion
But was really my sole deletion
Her love I tried to season
But she'd scold me without reason

I'd beg and plead and pledge to be
Anything to appease her
And her purity would set me free
And I never wished to once demean her

And she'd laughed at me with all her friends
A beginning, I'd see, not an end
And I'd plead to any God above
And my prayer was never answered

She loved him, and I loved her
Far and from a distance
And if she could see
what we could be
She'd leave him in an instance

I'll never erase, from my head
The disgusted looks she'd send at me
But it's not important how she made me feel
What's important is, she's happy.

hey

white people

do something

!

I stuck a spiky rose in my urethra and my eye
All because they called me Albert Fish
I hope it grows into a sunflower
Pointing at the sun where ever I go

the man tells the girl
this is all her fault
the things that happened that night
that made her pop
and
the
tears
fell
like
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dr
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It's both e-e-cummings-y and rupikauresque.

Brilliant.

Her hair, when I look at her, is as beautiful as the deep abyss of my depression and self-hatred

Her red lips, as red as the blood that pours from my self inflicted wounds of obsession and lust

Yet here I am, lonely, while she, my sweet annabelle, is out with Chad

As the thoughts of raping her cross my mind the white cream of love, unborn babies and self hatred flows out of my cock.

But it is not on her beautiful face, but on another piece of tissue.

Fin.

I'm alone in this simulation
my life a living hell
I will feel no pleasure or gratification
until the ring of my death knell

Wake me up, let me out
I've come to the realization...
I can scream I can shout
... that there's no escape from this simulation

William Williams

[Slam poetry, to be read in an East London estuary accent]

Teachers in the classroom
Be teachin' me
But Teacher: You ain't reachin' me!
You're preachin' me!

We iDolise our iPhones and iBooks
But iDon't know why
We don't even take the time
To look into each others EYES

fuckin' deep eh

My penis is so G*d damn big
That, when born, I was labeled a nig.
But limericks bore me,
so before I'm too horny,
I'll cut it short right now, ya dig?

Top 10 anime poems

roses are red,
just like my anger,
don't approach me,
danger

*tips approvingly*

Do my eyes deceive me, deceit doth peeve me
A banana or a peel, I cannot tell
So I slipped and fell
I cracked my head, now I'm dead
My mom will be sad, don't cry mom
I was already dead

actually good taken as satire

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There is always an asian
Better than you.

I kinda like it. It subverts expectations. Would read a whole book.

O to admire such radiant beauty
On Facebook I comment so nicely
I ask for sexi lady
To open bob and vagene
But bitch lasagna she did refuse me

NO RICKY NO!!!!

Did you ever see a whale
With a polka dot tail?
Did you ever see a man
With eight fingers on his hand?
Did you have to dry your eye
When you saw that puppy fly?

Lovely. So lovely. Oh, Mary-Lee!
Gone from you too long,
You've grown the wrong way.
Your face and your stomach,
Your tits and your ass,
All gone and fucked up.
Stop eating, you hag!

Praise to the Lord,
Who put us here!
He lies of free-will and
Sends us to Hell!

I burnt the cringiest poem I ever wrote.

It was about how friends are like the wind and I was high on LSD at the time.

I can't go out
I'm stuck here
Yes
YES
I'm outside
It sucks
I'm going back inside

did the same

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHHAAHAHAHAHHAHA

10/10

nigga succ my dicc
nigga fucc my bicc
nigga wank my tits
trigga wonka blitz

i'm goin ham like a ham sandwich
i saw ur bitch and was like "who is that bitch"

This is really good user, did you write it yourself?

That's an awfully hot coffee pot,
Should I drop it on Donald Trump?
Probably not.

Eagles Can Fly

Monkeys can climb
Crickets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try
But that's about it.

Religion kills
Science thrills
That's why I want to be like Bill.

bump

a burden on my SOUL
she took me for a ROLL
my body roasted SPIT
made my heart feel like SHIT
the world is PAIN
nothing to GAIN
stacey fucked CHAD
wifes son im not DAD

the tears fell like rain
empty in dead space
like cradles of pain
carried these aches
woe dead child my unripened spirit
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it makes me cringe at how true it is
the title of it is: DISSAPOINTMENT

6'4''
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A bump in the dark, my expectations
subverted. A neighbour, playing on my wall and my psyche.
I wish for a death I will not feel, so I can let no one down. People believe in me when I cannot conjure the feeling for myself.
A sudden end, without apprehension and without pain.
To leave the world with the little reputation I had intact, beyond expansion I cannot be judged.

>not 6
Lol, delusional

Fuck you
There, I said it
Go post on reddit
Fuck you
Here I go again
Living without a friend
Fuck you
And your sister
I won't be your mister

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You've said it once, and then many times before
Life is about the freely given, never is giving a chore

Declarations via deed, not statements made
Divide those who love from those who claim,

Phisicality then, is almost essential,
Repacling what Frued said we once received parental

But I don't like sticking my face in somthing that smells like cod
And missionary only drives me further from god

I don't ask for head, (I know you avoid meat)
And since your last misstep, Id rather avoid feet

Stimulation not from above, but from below
Is what I need, for love to show

So fill the hole in my heart through the one in my ass
Give annalingus, or give love a pass.

That poem is called "Will a vegetarian eat my ass?" I'm performing it at a coffeeshop's poetry slam on tuesday

thee, falling unto a rapture, clouds parting the reigns fall, harsh thunder surrounds the mecca, everyone fleas, piece in peaces, the sullen swollen shut, grimaces of glimpse, lightning sporadic, dizzily dancing fervor touches upon the pane, the plane world view, hark, harken, heathenry, cherish the unbounded bounds, the not unfounded founds, the holy harmony perpetuating, pleasantly, encompass us, encompass me, the way is in and all around, I neednt ask to be shone, the globe is full of treasures, the orb is full of colorful swirl, the basket is full of bountiful merriment and splendid wonder, the maps are stored in the safest zones, the hearts roots spread across millennium, and the mind stares in out a tremendous realm eternal, not vacant, unfettered dawn, all treats dangling, the suckling teet sprays a royal majesty, the gushing forces tremble and tame, caress and torture, kiss and digest, lap with spiked tongues and strenuous tendonry, latches grasped and unlocked, memories, to never throw away a key, to sprawl and scrawl each dinner and dessert, an open archway on which to lay underneath the stars, the seasons pass, the stories are all there are, real time, to carve out a haven, a mist, the rupturing orbits of desires oblige, ships, sky and land traversers, there is so much about to and fro, we speak of every aspect of history, and all that is to come, there are the long slow waves, and all the little bits that make up each today, and all the middles for meeting, so many aspects we all try to become composed of,

there it is, the feeling of bliss
i cant catch it, i try and try but only miss
mad, i become priss and hiss and piss in mySELF
my lifes shelf life is dire, i feel tired..
time
to
expire

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

Hail kek, brekkek
Kekkek shadilay
/pol/ is always right
tomorrow and today
Hail kek, brekkek
Kekkek shadilay
Milo is the best
Even though he's a gay

Now and then she kisses my back, it’s 1973.
I love the knife-touch kiss she gives me.
Slowly unveils me, peels back the duvet,
And peels back the skin on my lips.

Biting my snapped liquorice neck;
Chewing my nailbeds,
She whispers warm, dark words from her hard, chilled jaw,
And urine-tears fall from her corneas, holding me.

Can you hear the walls hum with her breath?
Inked with green blood, sewage in your veins,
Red as a thorn, milky as mud.
Eccentric eyes, wiry cherub-hair, she speaks.

“John”.
“John, wash your mouth out with my fervour”.
Voices in my limbs, the beams on the ceiling shake,
And she spins on my pelvis like a vinyl player.

She’s as old as Bible pages, younger than baby-breath.
Sponging her body on me in dreams.
She picks up the pace, and crawls on the roof of my mouth.
Chanting tri-tones in my eyeballs.

Can you hear the walls hum with her breath?
Inked with green blood, sewage in your veins,
Red as a thorn, milky as mud.
Eccentric eyes, wiry cherub-hair, she speaks.

“John, I’m going to break your arm off like a biscuit”,
“Transfix me, can I brand you with my hot iron fingers?”
She brushes her hell-tongue over my beef-torso.
Shards of glass prickle my chest.

Her eyes cross-stitch, stiller than a clear sky,
But I feel her move in the air like forest breezes,
Salt in my hair after visiting the sea,
She lingers before crawling back to the Devil’s hole.

Can you hear the walls hum with her breath?
Inked with green blood, sewage in your veins, she breathes,
Red as a thorn, milky as mud.
Eccentric eyes, wiry cherub-hair, she leaves.

every time i dont kill myself
i regret it for the rest of my life

You realize pretty much every board on this site gives you the exact opposite of what it says it's going to give you, yeah? Do everything the opposite of what you find on Veeky Forums, and you will literally be a normal, functioning human being.

I wish she would
unzip her high-heeled shoes, and step
each arched foot
onto the black rubber
floor. The honeysuckle scent
of summer weighs upon her wrist, bending
it backward: the breeze lifts, gently, the growing golden grain–forever
taller than the grass could hope to be. I imagine
she spends her days sweeping
the fallen hair from the floor
of a barbershop; doing her part to keep our part
of the world. The ring, made of thread, on her thumb
stains, red, her thick, young
skin. Her toes
ache; the meat beside her left shin trembles.
I’d like to believe that, during her lunch break,
she swims.

Underrated

If thou art thou, then I am me.
Be what thou wilt shall be the rule of the game.
We both lose the game.

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag
And tell me that it’s random

Heart so black.
Mind so sharp.
Daggers in my soul, stabbing and STABBING.
She. She. SHE!
My manhood being the truthful cuckold.
HER...her....her
I weep and long for her bosom on my chest.
Breathless and baited in the night.
My member aches and yawns in your absence.
Blood, hot and angry.
ANGRY. ANGRY. ANGRY!

...

...

...

there is only darkness
even the light knows this truth for it ever sputters
running from the pain of solitary confinement
in the depths of the ever pervasive soul of death
God, my parent just doesn't understand

There are long stretches of road which weave
their way over the carcass of this goblined orb
blood, what should be a celebration
is a shadow crying
the world is a snow globe
shaken and stirred
and we do what we can to get it down the hatch

I saw a movie the other day and it was dumb
I saw that it was on tv again today and I couldnt believe how dumb things are
I dont care about any tv or movies, fake dramas, pointless, so now there is only reality to entertain me
and thus, I am lost, and broken

Oh, paper work, oh, data entry, oh, holy calculations
oh countless maneuvering, oh timber, oh for all the alloys
perfume, furnishings, let us celebrate the designers of snacks

I think thats about it for now, until next time

Don't kill yourself.

Hey, look, you're going down
I can take your crown
But I leave it untouched
'Cause I love you so much

My first poem ever (excluding forced writing in school) began 'Every day is a nightmare'/'Now that life is never fair', but I can't remember the rest of it.

I'd post mine, but it's in Russian

WHAT WAS MY DESTINY?

That memory for me is always linked to:
>I want to die of old age in my mother's arms...
>What, getting off with her?
>then how old's SHE?

the moon looked down
on the hidden highway
and did not wink
nor blink

the sun beamed down
boastfully
on the valleys of light and love

the rain weeped till a river ran
and plushed the towns with livliness

and all the merry men and women
danced all day and night
and everything was alright forever

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Omae wa mou shindeiru

roses are red
violets are violet

...

i think of you
as i gaze out
on the skyline
how much you
changed me
and made me who
i really am
but you hurt me
hurt me so
that i cannot come back

S A V A G E

there once was a man, his age 86
licked a good asshole and sucked a mean dick
he took out my cock, on it he did spit
REEEEE NORMIES IM PICKLE RICK

9.8/10