Poetry Thread

Let's freestyle some poems

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I pounded your mom's arse in my bed,
And that's how I made you

fetch back condensation
through cold movement
finding heat ready
deep beneath

wonder how
this will affects tomorrow
as it always does
upon an ignorant shore

Roses are red
My balls are blue
I'm gunna blow my load
All over you

The hammer pounds with legendary renown.
And cracked is the sky when you hear its unrelenting sound.
With our motivations driven.
We cast the heathens back into oblivion.
Take care and heed our warning, lest the hammer come down.

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fetch back condensation
through cold movement
finding heat ready
deep beneath

wonder how
this will affects tomorrow
as it always does
upon an ignorant shore

That's so shallow I'm not even afraid to put a baby face down in it.

The hammer pounds with legendary renown.
And cracked is the sky when you hear its unrelenting sound.
With our motivations driven.
We cast the heathens back into oblivion.
Take care and heed our warning, lest the hammer come down.

Strong words

fetch back condensation
through cold movement
finding heat ready
deep beneath

wonder how
this will affects tomorrow
as it always does
upon an ignorant shore

That's so shallow I'm not even afraid to put a baby face down in it.

how deep is 40 seconds?

chill, do you have a poem?

chill, do you have a poem?

None of my own; poetry really isn't my thing.

I do like T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men, though.

chill, do you have a poem?

None of my own; poetry really isn't my thing.

I do like T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men, though.

Would you share it for our edification?

dendritic monotony
lush and empty
please my eye and rouse
hunger in the nerves

theft stokes
sovereign motivation
in mind and hand
theory and execution

Like I'm describing my house I live in, I only got one story
I tell it how it is so you'll have to excuse me if it's corny
But a childhood experiencing stuff no child should
Can change you to withstand what not many withstood
Had it rough since the age of nine, that's why I'm genuine
My mother was far from the ideal parental paradigm
And there were many years I couldn't spare a dime
So I took to express myself through a carin line
Hearing people sharin their stories got me sharin mine

these wounds they will not heal
in my skin I crawl
feeling what is real

the love song of j alfred prufrock is about crabs