Poetry Contest: Tip your favorite poems

[dancupid]

Literal Romantic

Roses are red, violets are blue,
daffodils are yellow
and daisies have a yellow bit in the middle
with white petals surrounding the yellow central part.

[Peter Lambert]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Some poems rhyme,
But not this one.


(This is not my original work, but I don't remember where I heard it)

[flavius]

roses are red
violets are blue
ill suck peters penis too

some poems rhyme
some taste like lime
peter's is like poo

[Foxpup]

Roses are red,
Violets are purple!
They are not blue,
You fucking sheeple.

[Vlad2Vlad]

Eyes wide open mind shut tight
We sit and ponder the plot of life
To be, to do - conflicting plight
What is the meaning - all the strife?

Our goals, our hopes, fading with time
As we become one like the rest
The child is gone - innocent crime
The hands of time unravels the mind

One day I wake to the sound of lies
What once was wrong is now my life
The wicked strive on words of bias
Devouring the souls of mindless cowards

We weep, we cry - downward we spiral
Dreams forgotten, lives in shambles
For once we taste the bitter sweet
Our hearts entomb, full of deceit

But far away what once was ours
A figment - of everlasting life
Chasing a dream which cannot be gotten
Just like the truth once it's forgotten

The end is near, our fate is sealed
Of our own device; souls dilute & spirits deplete
The only life out of this certain Death
Lies deep beneath - with worms and fear

The fate for evil once waked, too clear
The path to death is oh so near
But hope resides within us all
For the pure of heart, the child - will hear the call

- Maximilian Wilhelm



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[Vlad2Vlad]

Peter Lambert what a Boyscout
Trusting no one
Home-schooled homo
Takes no money
Worse, gives no honey

Peter Peter, he ain't seein'
Rains on our poems like a bad seer
Running his mouth like a forty-five
Rat tat tat tat - in your fat gut

That's the end to that bad dream
Loud and piercing was that scream
Next time you're offered some goodwill
Take it you dope - before you're roped

Cause only a fool says no to Satoshi
Man of mystery man made by spooks
One day soon we'll all get booked
Might as well enjoy it - getting hooked.

[Peter Lambert]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

[greyhawk]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

[Peter Lambert]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

  LOL

[DiamondCardz]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

Lmfao.

[Peter Lambert]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it

[DiamondCardz]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it

Jumps out in the air
To save Peter Lambert now
HOLY SHI- and splat

[Vlad2Vlad]

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it

Jumps out in the air
To save Peter Lambert now
HOLY SHI- and splat

Lol, this exchange made my day.

[Peter Lambert]

Let’s write some haiku,
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks

[Vlad2Vlad]

Let’s write some haiku,
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks

Man, haiku downright makes me angry.  It's the fecal paintings of poetry.  It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.

When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside. 

That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry. 

Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.

[Peter Lambert]

Man, haiku downright makes me angry.  It's the fecal paintings of poetry.  It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.

When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside. 

That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry. 

Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.

Some art is meant to make you feel at peace,
Other art is meant to raise feelings of rage.

Who am I to define what art may be?

[tspacepilot]

This thread was pretty entertaining,
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.

[Vlad2Vlad]

Man, haiku downright makes me angry.  It's the fecal paintings of poetry.  It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.

When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside.  

That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry.  

Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.

Some art is meant to make you feel at peace,
Other art is meant to raise feelings of rage.

Who am I to define what art may be?

I am me and me decides what is art or not.  Without boundaries or definition a piece of fresh shit covered in peanuts and a swarm of flies, on top of a canvas which makes you sick and angry will be considered art by mindless fools.  And why should I allow the idiots of the world to define something when I could easily do it just as well.

[Vlad2Vlad]

This thread was pretty entertaining,
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.

Here is a tip for those who give a shit
Don't write bullshit and call it fit
Cause without talent you're bound to make up shit
And only a fool would gaze upon your wet turd and call it a hit

[greyhawk]

Seems like their art worked.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.