write a really bad poem

[Adolescent09]

Mark my laurels with your vessel of tears
Make miles languid with yonder vestige of fears
Mild manners lack woefully yellowed vicissitude of beers
Matts mold lard within Yiddish vignettes of steers

[Adolescent09]

A Thug's Confession (Parody of an Honest Confession)
By ©Adol09

My pen makes rhyme sets to sail seas of tough times
Boiled lines broil chimes of my own blood's rough crimes,
I've pried guts from kids' livers,
Spilt holy secrets to soul sellers
Sold stolen poems to fib-tellers
Plucked heart strings from God-givers
Sent shivers through divine pillars
Ran beside ruthless cop killers,
And toted ropes with the intent to choke blokes
'Till holes poked through their throats

[cacian]

to easter the feaster
an homage to the rooster
the coco rico troopster
trust it finds a fraudster
to belladrum the prankster
to easter the ribster
a chunk of heaps and lobster
is parody to fiesta
never mind the hipster
dinner frangipane dubster

[Adolescent09]

Pernicious Perdition
by Adol09

A trench of wrath bathes graves in black
A lounge for goth in wings of gnats
Pink hearts poise to leap from a breast:
The rust-ridden rib of Satan's nest
Noah's fate glides in the seeker of land
Only to dig its grave in the deep sea sand

[cacian]

in the swaga
rises larger
the kind that stagger
let's sit it uber
next to the tagger
and keep it rather

[morto]

cold morning, deep sky
running with these animals,
no time for imagination, take your hands
don't snail, I'll show you
the good predator
unstoppable woken dream

[Twota]

The sun cancered our skin,
the flowers poisoned the bees;
oceans full of acid rains,
and the breeze wrecked the trees.

[seaofmilktea]

To kick you in the face would have been easy
Were it not for that intruding thought of Civility.
I was looking for a fight
On a dark and stormy night
But now I must be content with this ditty.


Note: not based on true story. Just followed where the rhyme.took me.
Funny to see that so much bad poetrt is love poetry.

[seaofmilktea]

Sweet morning, pry open my eyes
With your matter-of-fact brightness.
I left the blinds open lastnight, no surprise,
But still, I won't wake up fight-less.




Don't you just love bad rhymes?

[Melanie]

neurosis are read
virus' are blew
shoe goo is sweat
and sour yew

[slipee]

Pull my finger, pull it quick
to see my brand new party trick
tug my pinkie, tug it now
without a tug I don't know how

yank my pointer, yank it soon
I promise I won't clear the room
grab them all! I insist!
please don't let my pain persist

it's not healthy, it's not wise
to see tears well up in my eyes
you took too long, I had to go
and now you'll never ever know

[slipee]

Haberdashery, hosiery, hampers on six
I only buy groceries to check out the chicks
Chocolate, chutney, cheeses on three
I scope out the trolley for which type is she
Teabags, tablecloths, towelettes on two
There's nothing I need but I purchase a few
Stockings, sleepwear, sunscreen on eight
Women find me so creepy I can't get a date
Grandparents, goat heads, gorillas on nine
Oops it's the fridges... that reflection is mine

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

Pull my finger, pull it quick
to see my brand new party trick...

Haha, a poem after my own heart.


Sub Urban #1

The dog is scratching fleas,
her dander makes me sneeze.
Slurping yesterday’s cuppa joe
at daybreak I gotta mow -
the grass.

[hypatia_]

I tenderly hold on to the sound of rain,
but it is just a memory,
I hear the sound of god in the rain,
but it has been awhile.
I anxiously await the day I experience beauty and magic through my ears,
but the other senses will do for now.

[DieterM]

my life is lived lousily
my brain is befuddled
by bad prose, proof-read by me,
my full bladder will have to be emptied soon,
zoing, zoing,
will a cigarette be smoked by my mouth
or will there be a possibility
that this habit is stopped one day
by me?


(Note: I am indeed proofreading loads of bad prose atm, and a tell-tale sign is the abusive use of passive voice that almopst does me head in!)