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Terrible poetry.

arg-fallbackName="Prolescum"/>
A gerbil's pail, a sovereign's glee,
A train is barley mow
My drongo's erstwhile gumbleguts,
Is following in tow.
 
arg-fallbackName="Engelbert"/>
Not my work, but this piece by Baldrick is one of my favourites.


The German Guns

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom
 
arg-fallbackName="australopithecus"/>
I, flatulent and morose,
loose footed, ambling,
dreaming, loose weave, like when you drop something down the side of a car seat.
Scratches like a thousand panhandled goose farmers.
 
arg-fallbackName="Laurens"/>
I made this using magnetic poetry on my fridge last night:

"These sausages smell gorgeous" said the mad meat shaker,
"smooth but bitter, made with my luscious hair and earwax" he elaborated
I drooled and licked his finger "cool man" I said,

"For those who want chocolate need concrete and rock,
But will you scream franticly to the music that may never stop?
Only death sleeps with you in the iron forest void"

He says*


*I couldn't find another 'said' or any other word that worked
 
arg-fallbackName="Noth"/>
Not mine (though when I started out writing poetry it was definitely shit de la shit :p) but directly from the Big Bald Baddy Britney Spears herself:

“The guilt you fed me
Made me weak.
The voodoo you did
I couldn’t speak.

You’re awakening
The phone is ringing.
Resurrection of my soul
The fear I’m bringing.

What will you say
And what will you do?
She’s not the same person that you’re used to.

You trick me one, twice, now it’s three.
Look who’s smiling now
Damn, it’s good to be me!”

Look up more horrible celebrity poetry here.
 
arg-fallbackName="Prolescum"/>
Eurgh eurgh eurgh,
The herd... THE HERD!!!!!
I tried. I tried...

Still, burgers!
 
arg-fallbackName="Frenger"/>
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you I trusted you
and you trusted me to as we were very good friends.
 
arg-fallbackName="Prolescum"/>
My hymen is rhymin'
I coddle my glottal
Everyone's picking a dreg.
Forgetting machetes
While coats turn all petty
Is worse for those to whom such things have limited appeal, particularly when said items struggle to cope with the general overbearingness of other slightly more important items.
 
arg-fallbackName="WarK"/>
It's cold, dark and death.
There's no tomorrow and I hate all!

Except for squirrels.
 
arg-fallbackName="Duvelthehobbit666"/>
In spirit of modern art, I present modern poetry by mashing my forehead on my keyboard.

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arg-fallbackName="Frenger"/>
Duvelthehobbit666 said:
In spirit of modern art, I present modern poetry by mashing my forehead on my keyboard.

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Need we continue after this?

Sterling work.
 
arg-fallbackName="Noth"/>
Duvelthehobbit666 said:
In spirit of modern art, I present modern poetry by mashing my forehead on my keyboard.

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I especially like the twist at the end, where you neither begin nor end the line-word with a b.
To me it signifies the openness of thought and expression of free opinion. The Y is able to escape the consonant constriction construction.
Extra significant there is, of course, that Y is at once an acknowledgement in that it can stand for 'yes' but also leaves the reader with a question when Y is taken to mean 'why?'

In the same vein, the consonant constiction is most apparent in the first line-word, where - besides an obvious lack of vowels - even the amount of varying consonants is restricted. The second line-word, though much longer and difficult to understand as a result, spaces its openness throughout with almost all vowels present and also a much larger variety of consonants. What strikes me here is the lack of the consonant O. Is it the case that it cannot yet appear until after the Y has been answered? Or perhaps the O is represented in the full circle of the first word already, where it begins and ends with b. If that is the case, it brings a whole new meaning to the Openness of both words.

I teach classes in how to read too much into something every other humpday.
 
arg-fallbackName="Kizzume"/>
Benevolent laundry. Happy dirt particles.
Hairy pudding. Potter comes later.
Frost-free ankle bracelets. Wrist razors for children.
Infused hair straws for those who have problems with large open spaces.
And a Neneh Cherry on top, gaunt with chicken gizzards.
 
arg-fallbackName="tuxbox"/>
A man is a man
Because he is a man
This is true
Because the sky is blue
Now it is time
To sniff some more glue.
 
arg-fallbackName="Prolescum"/>
Turdoid tipples and Gilgamesh,
Melted patricians and conniptions,
All herald my water.
 
arg-fallbackName="DepricatedZero"/>
Said this to applaus at a LARP a few months back

Roses are red
Violets are blue
That's all I've got so lets fuck
...it's a Haiku
 
arg-fallbackName="Prolescum"/>
Not as terrible as...

Roses are red,
Cabbage is green,
I love your legs,
and what's inbetween.
 
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