Post the poems which you've liked or made ..... Don't forget to post the name of the author ! A Child's Hymn by: Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
Don't really read as much poetry as I should, however I'm a big fan of E.E Cummings, this is my favourite of his: anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
This is a poem I wrote in year six about a carrot in a field that had a vegetarian lion living in it. The poem is from the carrots perspective and was written because we were reading a story about a vegetarian Lion. A lovely afternoon But, wait a sec? That Lions coming over here with his eyes on my neck he must be confused He surely loves meat No way a measly carrot could taste quite as sweet He should be chasing Zebras And hunting in the wild A lion vs a carrot is like a man vs a child He gathers up some pace and leaps at me now How do I get out of this one? Lord I don't know how I'll miss my my friends I'll even miss the cattle for I am about to fight my last losing battle thank you
Always been handy with poetry, been meaning to write a book for a while now but have just never gotten around to it.
Nigger nigger nigger nigger Why the police hate us niggas Nigger nigger nigger nigger Because our dicks is bigga
Fuck you Bush. It's time to get out of Iraq, Bush. What were you even doing there in the first place, Bush? You didn't even get properly elected, Bush. Are you happy now, Bush? Fuck you Bush!
Neil... what are you doing, Neil? To make a meal, Neil? Huh. Surreal! From totalitarian vegetables How much does it cost, Neil?
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There once was a woman from Sydney Could take a dick up to her kidney 'til a man from Quebec Stuck it up to her neck He had a big dick now didn't he?
Mary had a little lamb Her father shot it dead Now it goes to school with her Between two chunks of bread Thank you
There once was a man from Nantucket, Who's dick was so long he could suck it, He said with a grin, Wiping cum from his chin, If my nose were a cunt, I'd fuck it.
*clears throat* Allow me to contribute a rank amatuer piece I have written. There was once a thread on cricsim, for poets and all the soul within. "Why oh why?" the mother cries, "must I be the one to watch this fly?" Well dear mother remember the golden rule, any who hope for soul on cricsim is a deadset fool. We're lewd, we're smears, we're hate, We are the downfall of every thread we make.
I know, I'm absolutely horrific at poetry. Why you would write a poem without having music to fit it to is beyond me. I can write short stories and stuff, but poetry is beyond me.
