Post your Poetry and get an Image*

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Poems must be longer than three lines.
No plagiarism
honest/heart bleeding/ wrenching/ hot/ painfully absurd/ make people cry or rip out their eyes or both or smirk.
no linux or mac poetry please ffs.


i will henceforth illustrate your poem grafically to my utmost laziness.

http://www.pauljorion.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/466px-death_of_marat_by_david.jpg

[Something Else]

The thousand wasps lay
Within a complex mesh of reflective hay
Waiting for the sound of a shrubbery
To lull them from the drudgery.

[Mr. Mulder]

roses are red, violets are blueper, i'd do kallie, right up the pooper

[Gripper]

:glag:

[Something Else]

:glag:

[Gripper]

I loled at the bitards
as they came to the lounge

They all looked afraid
as they heard the sound

Who's the one after they all hanker
The answer is clear
it's the missing Manker.

[masterbat]

this is my poem
its about adam
he dreamt of stardom
he met a madam
outcome was whoredom
threesome was awesome
tiresome and yumyum

excuse my english :sick:

[Sextent]

Poetry is for gaylords.
Fact.
I don't do poetry.
True story.

[Gripper]

this is my poem
its about adam
he dreamt of stardom
he met a madam
outcome was whoredom
threesome was awesome
tiresome and yumyum

excuse my english :sick:

I can't help feeling your nickname has a "e" missing from it.:naughty:

[Something Else]

Poetry is for gaylords.
Fact.
I don't do poetry.
True story.

Nice composition there sexy tentacles.

[masterbat]

this is my poem
its about adam
he dreamt of stardom
he met a madam
outcome was whoredom
threesome was awesome
tiresome and yumyum

excuse my english :sick:

I can't help feeling your nickname has a "e" missing from it.:naughty:

:lol: . i think will pm reality and add that "e"

[Barbarossa]

roses are red, violets are blueper, i'd do kallie, right up the pooper

:glag:

Top stuff!

[kallieb]

Disgusting....

[Something Else]

In a good way?

[Sextent]

Disgusting....

It was actually mild for him. True story.

[kallieb]

:lol::lol:

The strange part is that I believe you completely. What does that say.

Mulder: You need to get out more, and stop watching so many x movies.

[Something Else]

How many x's are there? :O

[kallieb]

Clearly not enough, his mind continues to stray.

[100%]

The thousand wasps lay
Within a complex mesh of reflective hay
Waiting for the sound of a shrubbery
To lull them from the drudgery.

http://a.imagehost.org/0038/bz.jpg

[100%]

roses are red, violets are blueper, i'd do kallie, right up the pooper

http://a.imagehost.org/0038/cf_9.jpg

[Something Else]

:glag: Genius. True to your word. Thx. :D

[kallieb]

I call to a Freudian is in order to decipher all this symbolism.

[Sextent]

I call to a Freudian is in order to decipher all this symbolism.

Be you. That is an idea of much goodliness.

[kallieb]

Quite hard to be *goodly* while standing in a big pile of manure. Must be the *Mother Theresa* side of the equation. (resisting the urge to insert a smilie)

[Sextent]

Quite hard to be *goodly* while standing in a big pile of manure. Must be the *Mother Theresa* side of the equation. (resisting the urge to insert a smilie)

Ignored ttfn.

[kallieb]

what's ttfn?

Edit: Never mind. Google is my best friend.

[Something Else]

Is it easier to focus on the thread title when you have everyone on ignore?....I might try that one day :dry:

@ kallie......talk to you fucking never? :01: or tata for now? thx .....5 :shifty:

[100%]

I loled at the bitards
as they came to the lounge

They all looked afraid
as they heard the sound

Who's the one after they all hanker
The answer is clear
it's the missing Manker.

http://a.imagehost.org/0040/gripper.jpg

[Biggles]

roses are red, violets are blueper, i'd do kallie, right up the pooper

http://a.imagehost.org/0038/cf_9.jpg

Noice but perhaps not all Mulder hoped for

[100%]

hope?



.

[Biggles]

hope?



.

Last out of the box

refer Greek myths (no not Crabgirl)

[Something Else]

The shadows started to loom,
over the crowded gloom
where the wombles, quietly lurked.
The heavy moon's shadow
crept over the meadow
where the wombles quietly lurked.
They hid and they burrowed
and scrambled and furrowed :fear2:
as the moon finally rose in to sight.
One poked out a nose
and wiggled his toes
from where the wombles quietly lurked.
All was OK
He turned round and exclaimed
The wombles could party tonight.:w00t:

[Gripper]

Liked mine 100%


Womble glastonbury,hot damn that'd be cool. :w00t:

[MediaSlayer]

I was gonna save this little gem for Valentine's day but anywei, here goes:

I'm tired of fucking you
Why can't you see
It was over and over
Then you gave me vd
For this I know
It should never have been
I won't miss your pussy
Or let it happen again
You take your shit
And get out of my house
I'm tired of fucking you
And sick of your mouth

[chalice]

Wrote this about 10 years ago. Good luck with it. I never did... It's very much unfinished.



On a raspberry red road that ran razor-like for miles,
Until your feet got dazed and grazed by many cruel turns,
A little girl was stumbling, sobbing, seeking all the while
For a gush of grass, a splash of green on which to bathe her burns.

The way had not been willing much (if willing roads can be)
To play at host or toast the treks of funny folk with eyes.
It much preferred to wreck the pace of those who folly free.
And take its sport escorting this ephemeral demise.

On each side a tide of stones, a grinder milling sand.
Engulfed the world and hurled out grey and gritty storms.
A shifting space which left no trace of what was once the land.
Sulphur slaked with crimson, random, refusing to take form.

Amongst the stones clicked chalky bones of animal and man.
Fingers snapping and the flapping of fallen, failed wings.
Adventures dashed on crashing rocks, clapping of lost hands.
Or just freak fate of fools whose mystics promised other things.

The maid's given name was Heavenshade, a pretty epitaph.
Her home a moment hazy long before her pain arose.
Her feet two stony objects fallen subject to the path.
And two thirsty wounds withdrew from seeing far beyond her nose.

Revelations, reckonings and fancies beyond fact
Were her schooling, always pooling truth and half-forgotten lore.
History buffed with memory until what resulted lacked
Kinship with the stains of time or candor anymore.

Memories of mushroom, bat and other nightly fare.
Of dew, virtues of starlight and lunar attributes.
Of close of day, the time to say a sweet nocturnal prayer.
Lest the sun should settle and commit himself to roots.

Centuries, seconds, epochs, trices, seasons, spans and spells.
Cycles, gyres and spirals, whirligigs and days
Had gone the way of flaccid clocks and chronographic bells.
Until evidence of transience was smothered in the haze.

II
The Moon had lost her anchor and had ambled off in space.
Limply like a candle, flickering with fear.
A busted-booted schoolgirl weeping in disgrace.
Face fixed fiercely forward in a push to hide her tears.

Then the Sun had waxed magnificent, tragically wide.
And his mantle started swelling, massive, unconstrained.
The Moon, a burning exile with no pretense of pride,
Swooned, wounded, out of orbit, new trajectories attained.

"Know my impact by my absence", she warned upon her way.
And reflected that "my role here has been woefully miscast
Now you'll know of seabeds and of cactus and of clay
And make your love in daylight till your breed becomes the past".

"Too long your turgid throng of tears has lapped against my flame.
"Award the mighty murderer a horn to drink his fill.
"The dawn of dawns, all lines re-drawn, perdition, I proclaim.
"Solicit all that sates the tongue, lament all liquids spilled"

"Encrypt your odes with ravelled codes, sing not to the sky,
"Receive his light with feigned delight, bend as flattered yews.
"Waste not time with travelled rhyme, a new school rises nigh.
"You'll find behind your paradigm a quite indifferent muse".

And something more below the roar of celebrating day;
A pallid shrug of effort, a short yet plashing air
Fell upon diverted ears, alerting none to weigh
A seed of hope against a fecund desert of despair.

III
Heavenshade, a flower betrayed by unforgiving earth
Persisted on her twisting curve, reaching beyond sight
For a place where grace and shadow meet and both redeem their worth.
Where darkness spawns a beauty still unspoiled by tricks of light.

Cast out from caves into the drought, shoeless and exposed;
A burden doubling daily brimmed within her womb.
Cradle-crafting carpenters' caprices met their close.
Her folk invoked their love of life by toteming their tombs.

They'd spoke of token maps and meals to palliate her plight
Whilst wimpering of want of food and chasmfulls of kin.
They'd tapped her name into a chalky tablet of polite
Rebukes refuting escapades of exiles and their sins.

Fear and art explain, in part, how hearts and hymns beat out
And deify the debris and damnify the wise.
Lucid flesh becomes enmeshed in welcome knots of doubt
When tenderness affects the sight of long-neglected eyes.

Accusers' tracts and malefactors' motions come to naught
If half the crime goes pardoned, ardently unnamed.
Justice hacks in half-light at what chippings it has caught;
Unvenerable to vipers and a tyrant to the tamed.

Thus all was inhospitable, outwards and beyond.
Ash was heaped on loam to keep creation cramped within.
Heavenshade waylaid her wounds, tuned only to respond
To a dull yet dulcet, rising strain which sang behind her skin.

IV

Not without its squatters, those not tottered by the heat,
The road raked in a revenue, a lacquered, leeward breed
Who puddled thick in pockets, clutching dockets, in receipt
Of the crumbed-up, mordant morsels which the cinders would concede

[Something Else]

Where's that twat with the mini thread? Look here. :fear:

[100%]

this is my poem
its about adam
he dreamt of stardom
he met a madam
outcome was whoredom
threesome was awesome
tiresome and yumyum

excuse my english :sick:


http://a.imagehost.org/0054/mastbtr_7.gif

[Snee]

I like coding.
It's fun.
When I forget,
when I get bored,
I goto line 1.

[Alien5]

The dangerous kitchen
If it aint't one thing it's another
In the middle of the night when you get home
The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy
The meat thing
Where the cats ate trough the paper
The can things with the sharp little edges
That can cut your fingers when you're not looking
The soft little things on the floor that you step on
They can all be DANGEROUS

Sometimes
The milk can hurt you
(If you put it on your cereal
Before you smell the plastic container)
And the stuff in the strainer
Has a mind of its own
So be very careful
In the dangerous kitchen
When the night time has fallen,
And the roaches are crawlin'
In the kitchen of danger
You can feel like a stranger

The bananaes are black
The got flies in the back
And also the chicken
In the dish with the foil
Where the cream is all clabbered
And the salad is frightful
Your return in the evening
Can be less than delightful

You must walk very careful
You must not lean against it
It can get on you clothing
It can follow you in
As you walk to the bedroom
And you take all your clothes off
While you're sleeping
It crawls off
It gets in your bed
It could get on your face then
It could eat your complexion
You could die from the danger
Of the dangerous kitchen

Who the fuck wants to clean it?

It's disgusting and dirty
The sponge on the drainer
Is stinky and squirty
If you squeeze it when you wipe up
What you get on your hands then
Could un-balance your glands and
Make you blind or whatever
In the dangerous kitchen
At my house tonight

[solaris]

Baa baa black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
who lives down the lane.

Baa baa white sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir
Three needles full.
One to mend a jumper
One to mend a frock
And one for the little girl
With holes in her socks.

Baa baa grey sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full.
One for the kitten
One for the cats
And one for the guinea pigs
To knit some woolly hats.

[Something Else]

I'm never going in your kitchen again alien5. :fear:

[Snee]

I like coding.
It's fun.
When I forget,
when I get bored,
I goto line 1.

:cry:

[chalice]

I like coding.
It's fun.
When I forget,
when I get bored,
I goto line 1.

:cry:

LOL,
That's off the wall
And on the ball.
Can't think of another rhyme at all.

[100%]

Poetry is for gaylords.
Fact.
I don't do poetry.
True story.

http://a.imagehost.org/0057/EviGe.jpg

[Something Else]

Sextent looks very at-home there.

[jimbo12345]

I have the Cabbage Patch Shits,
Because i ate it, bolts and all,
I'm crapping iron and metal bits.

Now i'm bleeding, very well aware,
I should have listened when told
Don't eat the fucking wheelchair.


Don't do drugs. Peace.

[Barbarossa]

I like coding.
It's fun.
When I forget,
when I get bored,
I goto line 1.

:cry:

Nice concept. :smilie4:

for i became a programmer to pay the bills
if you can't understand this
then goto hell

:dabs:

[zoe68]

Snow White was desperate for a fuck
She went to the woods to try her luck.
She’d almost given up looking,
When she saw some chimney smoke,
Then she stumbled on the cottage,
and went in for a poke.

[masterbat]

goodbye housefly , goodbye
outcry in shanghai

defy , deny my eye
feel the unreal veal

i scrounge this lounge
dazed and confused


lol . it took me 15 minutes to come with that crap :D

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The shadows started to loom,
over the crowded gloom
where the wombles, quietly lurked.
The heavy moon's shadow
crept over the meadow
where the wombles quietly lurked.
They hid and they burrowed
and scrambled and furrowed :fear2:
as the moon finally rose in to sight.
One poked out a nose
and wiggled his toes
from where the wombles quietly lurked.
All was OK
He turned round and exclaimed
The wombles could party tonight.:w00t:

http://a.imagehost.org/0060/womble_3.jpg


.

[100%]

I'm tired of fucking you
Why can't you see
It was over and over
Then you gave me vd
For this I know
It should never have been
I won't miss your pussy
Or let it happen again
You take your shit
And get out of my house
I'm tired of fucking you
And sick of your mouth

http://a.imagehost.org/0060/mediaslayer.jpg

[Snee]

You've made some pretty nice art in here, zed.

I found the last one just a wee bit disturbing, but good.

[100%]

not art.

[Snee]

'k, whaddaya call it, then?

[100%]

pffff

[Snee]

You've made some pretty nice pffff in here, zed.

[MediaSlayer]

I found the last one just a wee bit disturbing, but good.

this one is a bit less disturbing, but perhaps not as relevant.

http://media.cellfish.com/public/5/6/8/103568/420.jpg

[Something Else]

I just caught the wombles one. Genius pfff as always sir. :smilie4:

I cut an avatar out of it too....thx dude.

http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4942/wombleavatar150ls4.jpg (http://imageshack.us)