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I'm an amateur, and I didn't feel greatly discouraged, but it seems to me that a person who is younger could intrepret this as a mockery, and find it very discouraging: Mainly because the poetry they write is similar to the bad poetry you are writing. I say this because, as I assume most of you know, a lot of very young people visit this site. Sorry for being a kill-joy.Quote:
Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
You are not a kill-joy but someone wonderfully sensitive. Sleepy is correct though. Many of the poems entered as 'bad' were thought to be good by others. Don't give up, ever.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mesalithasamut
Today though, I have almost posted several poems but everytime I read them over, to check for mistakes, I start laughing, reading them with Prince's eyes, remembering some of his funny but loving (I hope) comments.
yeah, you're right, ampoule, Mesalith is very sensitive.
anyway, I'm thinking of sending "Ode to Spock" to Leonard Nimoy (the Spock actor) for his amusement (explaining it was intended to be really bad). probably he doesn't read his fanmail himself anyway. do you think it's worth a try, anyway? :)
You have a point, Mesalithasamut and I did think about it before I created the thread. Not saying I entirely satisfied myself that the risk you suggest was non-existent, just that the potential benefits seemed to me to outweigh the harm. Primary among these, as Sleepy suggests, is it's very freeing for poets of every ability to try to write badly. I'd hazard there's a bad poet inside most of us and keeping it contained can be an effort. And as Blake said, 'If the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise.'Quote:
Originally Posted by Mesalithasamut
Yeah, do it.Quote:
Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
But mind you, I said 'wonderfully sensitive', so it's a good thing. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
Mr. Nimoy may be very touched by your poem. He, in fact, has written poetry. In 2002, A Lifetime of Love: Poems on the Passage of Life was published. Go for it!
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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
It is a tautology. The wicked prosper because they are wicked. Golly! Jerry, everyone knows that one.
it's printed out and I've written him a short letter:) now all I need is an international reply coupon. I'll let you know IF he ever replies :)Quote:
Originally Posted by blp
Maybe you should include the image from your signature too. :D
The weird part is this actually got published somewhere, I forget just where. It's a Clerihew, a four-line poem about a famous person, in which you make joking remarks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
I did this one following the big O.J. Simpson verdict:
O.J. Simpson, O.J. Simpson—
Just did or didn’t you do it, son?
Don’t seem to matter now, either way.
You were found “Not Guilty” the other day…
Don't tell me my poem doesn't qualify as the worst poem ever! :pQuote:
Out of my sight please
Put away these books
Don't want to see these
In any corner, in any nook
The bones of contention
Reason of every evil in this world
Having words which slap you
Put away these books
Who can like these looks?
The haunting looks which
The title cover gives?
I am through with their tricks!
I am trying to make a rhyme
to get through all this
and I ONLY HAVE ONE HAND
not the right one
so I can not write
cause I AM NOT left
and it makes me sad
to know I CANT
never hold anyone
in my arms
(cause I dont have arm)
and I AM AFRAID
I m only a freak
who try to make others feel
as ridiculous as I am.
:D
On the subject of Sensitivity, let it be,
Only thou should'st knowest
It is I, I mock,
not thee.
except for a few random mistakes most beginning poets make, and a spelling error hear or their. :p all in all this has been freeing, as has been said above.
Sounds like a cue for a clerihew thread to me. Go on, Pen. You know you want to. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
I spel mitsake not like you
In poerty I exel
When peel from nose some snot
We al loves to yel
My bad poerty suck
And exel at write poerty
In fact, no poem is a bad poem and poems come from the heart and they can not be bad at all. For heart is where life is nestled and in fact what heart comes upon is not a thing of flaws.Quote:
Originally Posted by blp
I like your poem and particularly these lines deepen our feelings.
Let us be united in a kiss of pure bliss
For we have spent our lives waiting only
waiting and now it has come at last to this!
These lines have something what life finally arrives at, and every creature have to ultimately, and like plants coming to fruition, and women birthing babies. Who dares to say without a preoccupation these are bad lines?
look now
white and crusty
upon the unused
smegma
=====
see? that's how you write really bad poetry...
Yeah, badly touching.Quote:
Originally Posted by autolycus
Bad poetry? Good poetry?
Bad sun? Good sun?
Bad sex? Good sex?
Bad love? Good love?
Bad dove? Good dove?
Bad flower? Good flower?
Bad shower? Good shower?
Bad dew? Good dew?
Bad death? Good death?
Bad morning? Good night!
poerty is aQuote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
mitsake
:D
I must say that writing bad poetry is really easy when u have nothing as inspiration except exams!
On a sultry september saturday
Annoyance came in countless forms—
The sticky heat, mother’s scowls, undecipherable sums…
Or just the street dog strutting too close,
Glasses missing,
Sister hissing,
Or just not having enough money to lose!
And this attempt at putting this vexing day into sentences
Is made, by all these, timeless, priceless…and erm…worthless?
Well, you did say "just bash one out and dont think about it too much" :D
Yes. But funnily enough, it's got something, especially near the beginning.Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Oh bottle block capital description drunk money dugout belong
'Tis a fine thing whatever it is said before derision intrudes to display
Now for I go not where I know not however many said below baleful blow
Oh Winny, for it is you, yes, and whenever we say it we also feel a tingling
Smash the system, let it go, we are the ones who must rebuild this stinking
crater, this monstrous abyss, this void, vacuum, hollow, bleak hole
And yea, we shall, for we have the fortitude of both mind and spirit
yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
Hold on there missy. I caught you trying to sneak this in as bad poetry. ;) Now maybe if you had added bad breath! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by white camellia
Now, here is the baddest! tehe
All For You
I have a million poems for you,
Would you like to hear them,
To know how much you touched me,
That you were much more than a whim?
I don't know what to say, blazeofglory. I think there is such a thing as bad poetry. Isn't there some poetry you prefer reading to other poetry? Might some of those preferences be based on the quality of the poetry rather than just your personal taste?Quote:
Originally Posted by blazeofglory
last year this day,
made love
all day
dove rhymes with love
yes! very bad indeedQuote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
The deep dark blackness is dark...
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Very apt, Bartholomew, very apt.
To my beloved one
Ah! My love why cannout thou see
Just how much I love thee.
I feel so desperate and weak
Because I haven’t seen you for a week.
Without you I’m just a mope
Drowning in tears, so throw me rope
And give my life hope.
********
:blush: it is even worse that I expected... hee hee... but it was fun!
Are you so very annoyed about Wednesday?
You won’t confine yourself here,
to be exact;
are you earnest at last,
then we must hurry
to arrange your contract.
Everyone’s raving about Wednesday.
I was distinguished inside that day, you know.
I stretched my neck with nervous looks to see,
where I lived was gone,
along with the light from that day,
my clothes are the same and I know
somewhere are my books of select accounting.
Are you aware of this fact about Wednesday?
O, I like it, Aiculík, the intensity and that desparate.Quote:
Originally Posted by Aiculík
Speaking of bad poetry, here's my ode to latex! :p
Latex, oh Latex black!
Thou art the clothes of fetishism
It is because of thee
That a dominatrix can be
So domineering of men
who suffer at thine hand.
Catsuit, Latex gloves.
Your rod and reel are waiting
The air has cooled way down
The water is clear and inviting
Why don’t you just go fishing?
You’ve worked hard all week
Worries have weighted you down
Now that the week is ending
Why don’t you just go fishing?
Blood pressure needs to be lowered
And tempers need to calm
You need your time for thinking
Why don’t you just go fishing?
Take one of the kids with you
You have a memory to make
I know it all sounds tempting
Why don’t you just go fishing?
The lawn needs a mowing
The gutters could be cleaned
House work will still be waiting
Why don't you just go fishing?
I've finally found something I've good at: Bad Poetry!!!
Inspired by a Cinquain by Cdn
You fog up my glasses,
Like a walk in Miami
Like the forest in Thailand
Humid after a rain
Like the glass in the shower
Like the car when we make out
You fog up my glasses
Come fog them again.
Come give me a Kleenex
So at least I can see you
If only for a moment
As your lips meet mine
Flick your tongue on my ear lobe
In my hair run your fingers
You can write our initials
Come fog me again
Let's see woul I rather clean the guttes or go fly fishing? Hmmm exit stage right! A very good bad poem, Granny.Quote:
Originally Posted by Granny5
Quote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
This is just wonderfully bad.
YES! I love this! Hilariously bad!:thumbs_up :D Isn't weird praising stuff for being bad?! I should introduce this to my teachers.;)Quote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
Granny, I just realized I must have hit the wrong button when I responded to your poem. I didn't mean to let my bad poem get in the way of your bad poem...oh well.
Are ally
Bad poem?
Roll Over, John Denver! "Annie's Song" just got bashed in an halarious way!Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
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Wow, Pen. I didn't catch the Annie's Song. Good eye.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Now, thanks to Pen, I'll be singing Annie's song with your poem all day!! I love it.:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
I’m Sorry, John Denver!
It’s cold here in the graveyard,
What did I expect anyway?
That you would come and see me, everyday?
At least there’s lots of company,
And we have fun sometimes—
Ought to see us bowling with Johnny’s skull after midnight…
The other ghosts all ask me about you
And I described you to them the other night,
And they all agreed I was a fool to even be here before my time.
Tried to tell them how much I was hurting,
How I couldn’t sleep at night
They asked me how much sleep I have had since the night I died?
I’m sorry for the way things went down that Friday.
I’m sorry I never tried to talk things out with you.
More that anything else, I’m sorry for myself—
Ever try living in a graveyard with a bunch of ghouls?
Pendragon
© 9/27/07
John Denver won't mind! Great Pen.
Thank you, it makes me really proud of my non-talent. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by white camellia
And here's another one.
Suffering of a poet
Every time I try to find the ryme
I suddenly feel like a mime
I cannot find rite word
That wouldn’t sound awkward.
And there should be something called a rhythm
But obviosly I’m too dumb
All day long I invent new metaphores
Just to find out some jerk already used them before
I work so hard I really sweat blood
And after that all I get is being scolded
For few inocent typos by some snobbish editor
Who canot understand creativity
So all he can do is behave meanly
To someone as talented as me
Who serve to the godess of beauty
But such jealous mundane people
Cannot possibly be able
To stop the true poet
To make him to be quiet
For everyone knows that poet brings his soul to the altar
And theirfore must forever suffer.