Poem topic! :D

Make up your poem here. Funny ones or not, doesent matter.

anyway here we go.

There was a guy named Rye
He was basically missing a eye
Then he found a weird guy
Then he showed him a cake
On the cake there was a picture of a rake
He wanted to eat it but it was too late
Then he ran along and then said "Great!"
On the way he stepped in some muck
Hour later he stepped on a duck
He went home shedding tears
And taking some muck out of his ears
Then he went to XBox to play some Gears Of War
And that game has plenty of gore
Then he went out of the door
He encountered the weird man again
But this time he had a pen
It was a contract of his will
And the pen had a quill
It said,



"Who ever be writing in this contract be?
That doesent matter to me.
If you want the cake with your life.
Then you could exchange it for a knife"

Rye wrote on the contract and handed over the knife
He got the rake pictured cake and went on with his life
But he dident have a cake that he could cut the cake in pieces
Then he went crazy like hes hyper on Reeses Pieces
This story has been gay indeed
But now my pets shall i feed.
Because my cat wont F**KING SHUT UP!

Anyway, now its your turn!

there once was a man from nantucket,
he fell in a bucket
then said FUCK IT

The poems continued, so did i think
but when i looked at the replies, they look that they have been shrinked.
Burns are hot and colds are cold.
And this topic never gets old.
Cucumbers poem was from a book.
And The Kitteh's post was a hook.
Little did he know. It was a macro that i showed that said...

"There once was a cat from Nantucket,
Who stole the lolruses bucket.
Lolrus searched High and Low,
but whaddya know? He found it on Photobucket"

So this is how this topic ends?
I dont know if it decends.
But when this forum is known?
My drawings will be shown.

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting, with a stare.
Every time I look behind,
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood:
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But oh, no use, he'll never go -
The adamant phantom – don't you know,
He will but wait until it's time-?
For me to hear His fateful chime:
The toll that's only meant for me -
To say 'You're next, it has to be…'

Common Sense - title inspired by Thomas Paine.

Ice Mountain, so pure and fresh.
Ice cold pureness against my flesh.
What a beautiful sounding place.
A nice setting to walk around and pace.
Sadly those mountains are depleting.
Says the reporters of The Weekly Evening.
I watch out the window, smog covers up the glass.
"Boy, this is a pain in the ass"
I walk to school covered in tabacco.
It's not my fault, my cousin's a wacko.
What a sad world we live in, tears made of processed incense.
I wish this world had more common sense.


Btw, we should make a poem that doesn't necessarily have to rhyme.

2012 and other unexplainable phenomenons


So I don't believe it.
It's just a bunch of bull shit.
Mayan's pfft, what do they know.
They didn't even have clothing from their heads to their toes.
How would they know THAT many years later.
Impossible I tell you!
Impossible!
I want no time warps
no hoaxes
none of that cryogenic storage
no bullshit pictures of crazy UFO
I want proof.
I want Truth, truth, and NOTHING BUT the truth!
Bigfoot's a fake
Nessie, driven in the heart with a stake.
I want proof.
No fake prank callers to NBC
No balloon boy
"HELP OH HELP MY BOY STEPPED INTO AN EXPERIMENTAL BALLOON!!!"
Stupid news...
Fake.
Fake.
Fake.
I want.
Truth.
Truth.
Truth.

meh not my best poeticness.

I saw Cucumbers poetry, along with others.
Along with the poetry, they were copied?
But why should we critizise eachother.
This topic is no longer rapid.

No other things can be explained,
That the love, the truth, the love, and the pain.
I never knew that the poetry can be unseen,
but Cucumbers poetry is written by a queen.

To Cucumber, my appreciation
your poetry is a magnificent creation.
The Kitteh, my brother one and only.
As a part of your family, your no longer lonely.

Wow thank you!

Can I has prize nao :3

Onec i vas a nobsr,
satan cameeee.
den he sed dat
i shdud lern engrish
den ivas anhgry.
den i think dat satan sux dick
rrrrrrragggeee

Living Above the Influence


Morning, noon, night breathin' out a sigh.
Saw a man, face white as snow, very high.
I took him to the hospital, him lying limply in my blister covered hands.
I rushed him to the emergency room, his heart beat slowly fading.
No nurses were there, I panicked, took a sheet of lead plating.
Took the paddles, CLEAR, ZZZZT!
Heart rate normal, perfectly fine.
He thanked me with money and wine.
I couldn't except, I never saw him since.
But I told him, always be above the influence.

Happy Thanksgiving


Thanksgiving day.
Children laugh and play.
Tag, a speciality.
A silly game, in reality.
The smell of turkey fills the air.
Through my shirt, in my hair?
Potatoes, glow.
Looks like a clumps of snow!
Time to eat! I hear.
The family runs in, faces full of cheer!
Moment of grace.
My heart beat at a fast fast pace!
Dinner!
hm....what should I have...
A little bit of this...
NO wait! More of this...
less of this
more that
Turkey leg
Hope I dont get fat!
more of this
more of that
eat eat eat
chomp chomp chomp
I feel dizzy then...WOMP!
I fall into bed
Lights out.
What a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Very heartwarming poem, bro. I admire your effort =)

Cucumber, pretty nice poem. It seems childish but at the same time very nicely put together.

Thank you.

part two of my noobish advetnurs.

tode i liek iz in heal becuz i dished satan
deen he liek pitched meh with a pitchfork
den i sed pingas adn ve boeth laffed.
den i called satin a dick.

lator i vas ad de iskreem sthor.
Four noe raisin, satin cume again.
he vanted icecreams. i sed no adn...
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraagggggggggggeeeeeeee

Well yea I'm a childs poem kinda guy.

Noobish adventures FTW

der was unce a rrr...
who sed satin is a deek
adn den we cros brigde
tehn he knok m off.

i hade a shutgon, i shut satin and he jelled "Ffuk ju nob"
adn den he rap in a bucket.
nervr kno wat to terr unir ju see
tat is nubish adventurz for nao