Post up your favorite POEMS :)

When I was young I had a gift,
my knees were limber,
and my prick stiff.

Now that I'm older I've lost that gift,
my prick is limber,
and my knees are stiff.

 

roses are red
violets are blue
nothing says love
like an inner lip tattoo

 

Sorry but no.. just because they are elegantly written by poets, does not make them poems. That's prose.

 

For real, I tried to read poetry a few times in the past but my brain just doesn't work that way. If I'm going to read it, I want a story; something that's going to take a while to develop and require a lot of thought. Poems are like songs without music, and I'd rather have the music too, so I'll just listen to that.

Plus I can't seem to read them without doing it in some kind of rhythm, which just seems silly.

 

You sir, have taken Grammer Nazi to a whole new level:up:

 

Not silly at all. Rhythm/"meter" is almost always a very intentional choice by the poet and is usually very significant to the style of poem being written.

grammar..

and that distinction doesn't fall under "grammar", it falls under "literature"

 

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

LtC John McCrea, MD.

 

That's pretty good.

 

Precisely.

 

:wow:

:up:

 

Roses are red, violets are fuck you Cortez.

 

Tenacity an audasity are part of the chase
Chase is the game we play, when we can handle the pace
Pace is rellivent to all parts of our life, whether it is for mowing the lawns or shagging someones wife.
The chase where we all go round, is pure magic just for the sound
I heard a 675 once and come in my pants I did
I should have done the bank job then, and just run an hid

 

To all you Cortez-baiters:

 

Though Kipling was talking about electricians/electricity here, you could apply it to our hobby:

 

Sir, thank you. That was the first poem that I learned many many years ago and it still makes my eyes tear up. It just strikes a chord in my heart that I cannot explain.

 

There once was an from Nantucket
Whose...

Wait, do limericks count?

 

Challenge: To create a poem with the word "Timbuktu"

Me and Tim, a-camping went
With three girls and just one tent

They were three
and we but two

So I buck one
and Tim buck two.

The end.

You're welcome.

 

Roses are Red
Groms are Ghey
The End

 

Jack and Jill went up the hill, each with a buck and a quarter. Jill came down with two-fifty, OOOOOOOOOOOOH!