Write a poem Veeky Forums. Doesn't matter what kind

Write a poem Veeky Forums. Doesn't matter what kind

A B C D E F COOKIEMONSTER

Roses are red
Blood is also red
Could there be a connection
Red beans are also red

I speak to the sun in a tone of regret
For my forefathers have to blame for the dysfunction I beget
Yet I don't fret when the moon arises
Because the age of Pisces will bring no surprises

Thrust your pelvis against
My guiding star
Tears against a
Sternum flooded out
By your leaking hide
My fingers prickly, tickly,
Giving you the gigglies
Knowing you're into me
Like "I LOVE YOU EDDY"
When I correct to say Edgar
Foolish piece making me ease
In slow then faster
I go again into the thick
Misty. Misty trenches. Beautiful ass.
This bosom meant only for men.
A man like Edgar. That man is I.

I masturbate to you in my head
I insert the giant monster dildo all the way to its base as it smashed into my colon

The 3000 pound elephant baby cock
Takes me to new places of pain and pleasure
I ride a wave of endless cum and excrement
As it splashes into my mouth

My sister walks in as M moth fills with semen
She is aroused and begins fucking me
With her extra long Harambe gorilla
Black monster cock dildo
She slaps my face with it until I loose a tooth
And spit blood on the gorilla cock before she slides it down my throat

After my next orgasm the universe implodes and my testicles
become then in and yang of a new universe where I ejaculate
new galaxies of creation onto
My sisters wet exposed twat
While she gives birth
To a race of people that worship me
As god and Satan
And I scoop thier tiny bodies into my hand and chew them up
And then spit them into my sisters vagina and then drink them with
Her urine
Finally I force my whole body into my sisters vagina
Like a reverse birth
I tear her apart until her skin
Is stretched around me
And I become my sister
And masturbate
Until mom gets home.

My Dick
Is Hard
They Call Me
The Bard

o fish, swimming in my teeth,
your bones, they taste of coral reef,
your fins are one thing i could do without,
your gills are filling me with doubt,
o fish, the taste of mercury spoils your meat,
o fish, your salty tang is akin to feet,
though fish, without you i would be so blue,
deeper than the restless ocean's hue.

To be Opie
Pure misery
Each minute's end
A cock to bend
With rancid bile
They will defile
His boipvcci

for every waking moment
of despair, rushing through my chest
i desire to control it
but only fail, at best

>he's a nigger
>i'm not a racist
>he's a nigger
>that's what so insane about this

i can't stop laughing at this.

A list of all the simpsons episodes
Each one that made me laugh
At least five times
Three of which were hearty
A list such as this would do
And all this talk of the infallible
Seasons 3 - 9 would become
something more modest and
more true
and thus more fitting, more benign

living abstract provides defense incomprehensible

I am left stranded on an island no one else wants to live on

desperately proclaiming the grains of sand to be diamonds

are diamonds better than sand?

With her lips she grasped my cock
The smell was an unpleasant shock
She pulled back quick
But I forced my dick
So deep that her jaw did lock

thread winner so far, including the one I posted earlier

Good morning,
I love you.
I am a cheeseburger.

never let a man
tell you how to look
be confident
and don't give a fuck

Hi Rupi

I am becoming a plant
My stalks are pale and my fruit is none,
My teeth are like kernels and feijoa rum.
I grow beneath rather than up,
Sticking through the dirt and soaking mud
And being raped by the acid of rain
And defiled by coeval plants.

My stem is slender and my skin is green.
Only my seeds will my silent death bring.
My leaves are dotted with holes.
My roots pump red and want me dead,
Oh but nobody knows, nobody knows.

Women are good
Mkay?
And also strong
And powerfull
Also vaginas are good things
Not bad things

I wish I were lexically gifted
so I'd not have to use a thesaurus
my brain has dynamically drifted
I won't stand out in the chorus

But yea I prevail and I'll try to shed
the status of a pleb
I will become incredibly well read
I shall get my respect on the web

I read Blood Meridian and found it a bore
they spat and they kept riding on and on
you fags told me it wouldn't be a chore
but archaic style was his sine qua non

I moved to the Iliad and went with Fagles
the flavour of the year
Lattimore's best for these fables
And if you don't agree you're a queer.

Concern from propriety and all this mess
is something for the sick
I'll read what I like and fuck the rest
So y'all can suck my dick

Ever think how violently extreme
The morning light, as you sleep
It phases through the window, diffracts
Past the curtains, like toxic honeyed tea
Seeps inside the lids, ruins the dream
And the dream was lucid and erotic
Fuck me.

Space
You say you want space.
So here it is,
Yours for the taking.
All of that cold, heavy
Oppressive space,
Outside of my vagina.

the last two lines are superfluous, otherwise - amazing, gonna mediate this into my native language and fucking steal it

The fallen leaf is swept away
In water swift it cannot stay
For long in any tranquil place
But with the current it must race.
As ever stronger flows the stream
And with adventure’s happy gleam
On rocks and shoals that lie below
The leaves, it now is hard to know
Or trace the path of any one
That floats beneath the merry sun.
And yet I know it still must be
Bourne down in earnest to the sea.

you say that it's love
growing exponentially
laying claim to new territory
making that which is claimed
unusable
filling the body up
but you're not able to see
that it's just like
cancer of the butt

I wrote a poem
it was not really that good
but the form was clear

Emile Rosary in a strangle villa
Seaward figures took spray her still
As the cold glaze that skins a rose

Mounted skeletal overdone
Christened alike in sugary veins
Bowered beneath the shadow of the sea

Villa figure in the shadow of a rose
Mounted alike beneath the vein
Emile what history you attain

There's a blackbird in my heart that wants to get out
But I'm forced to restrain it
I say, stay in there, I can't let them see you
There's a blackbird in my heart that wants to get out
But I live vicariously through fantasies so that I never need to let him out
There's a blackbird in my heart that wants to get out
But I must hide him
I say, stay down, do you want everyone to know?
Do you want to end all hope?
So you want to be known as just another lunatic?
There's a blackbird in my heart that wants to get out
But I still have control and only let him out when there's no one around for him to hurt
I say, be patient, your time will come then I put him back
But he's growing in there
He feasts on whatever he finds so he can't die
And we sleep
Both of us knowing the future is not bright
And it's scary enough to make a man go insane
But I'm not insane
Are you?

BORN ON A MOUNTAIN
RAISED IN A CAVE
TRUCKIN AND FUCKIN
IS ALL THAT I CRAVE

Idiotic twits. The only poetry of note in this thread was written by YOURS TRULY. I've read the poems you praised. I've read a dozen likes those to be honest. I'm not impressed by what you consider praiseworthy and I'm sure your mothers feel the same. My poem had excellent breaks and colorful language. It took the form into bold new places. You're impressed by kitty nip. To Hell with you!

ARUBA, JAMAICA, OOOO I WANNA TAKE YA

I'M GOIN' TO STRAP A SPEAR TO MY DONG
AND HARPOON THE POON ALL NIGHT LONG

no #shortpoems

I like the use of whaling as imagery for landing puss. 10/10.

My neck
My back
My anxiety attack

I really, really like this poem

What's even
the fucking point of
poetry, I sound like
a pretentious asshole
and I'd rather just
write prose.

I kicked down my sandcastle
Sodden fixtures crumbled morose
The walls were much too tight

The apathetic sea swept my mess away
Far from here this dirty coast
I kicked down my sandcastle

Accompanied only by seaweed rotting in light's ray
I sat dormant on this beach to toast
The walls were much too tight

Hoping to be accepted, I pray
Back to home, I roam a foaming ghost
I kicked down my sandcastle

Privy in their ignorance they
Refused to pay me amiable host
The walls were much too tight

Banished to the end of day
I am lost without a morsel to boast
I kicked down my sandcastle
The walls were much too tight

Lol

Eight months since we met,
Fifteen dates,
"I want you to know the guy I'm seeing will be there"
How far is the boat from shore?
I'm not a great swimmer

I want inside
Hold me
I need you beside
Have me
I belong to what we are
Without I can't go far
I love
You

nigger salad

>A child said, What is the grass?
>your ass

I dream a lot
When the drugs allow

Never very good
But a lot

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Race war now,
Gas the Jews.