Poems for all

[Skorp]

*grins* I like it Taco.

I am a little toilet
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my mouth
When your bowels are screaming,
Don't you pout!
Drop your pants and let it out.

 

[Z3wpk]

Uhmmm interesting :lol:

Try to get something up tomorrow night although everytime I say that it never happens.

 

[Skorp]

Someone throw out another Theme. I wanna write but don't know what to write about hehe.

 

[ElronMac]

This weeks theme is........Pickles, there have fun with that one, I know I will..lol

 

[Skorp]

... Damn you

*starts writing*

 

[Z3wpk]

Haha I may just write a really emotional poem and name it pickles. :lol:

 

[ROB64]

how bout onions?:lol:
this was a poem that was on the graduation test I just took
pretty funny:
Song to Onions
By Roy Blount, Jr.

They improve everything, pork chops to soup,
And not only that but each onion’s a group.

Peel back the skin, delve into tissue
And see how an onion has been blessed with issue.

Every layer produces an ovum:
You think you’ve got three then you find you’ve got fovum.

Onion on on-
Ion on onion they run
Each but the smallest one some onion’s mother
An onion comprises a half-dozen other.

In sum then an onion you could say is less
Than the sum of its parts.
But then I like things that more are than profess –
In food and in the arts.

Things pungent, not tony.
I’ll take Damon Runyon
Over Antonioni –
Who if an i wanders becomes Anti-onion.
I’m anti-baloney.

Although a baloney sandwich would
Right now, with onions, be right good.

And so would sliced onions,
Chewed with cheese,
Or onions chopped and sprinkled
Over black-eyed peas.

Black-eyed,
grey-gravied
absorbent of essences,
eaten on New Year’s Eve
peas.

 

[ElronMac]

lol, nope it's pickles this week:lol:

 

[ElronMac]

Ok, here's what I came up with, enjoy the pickle poem...lol

purple mists abound
in mad mans plight
green speckled fruit
preserved within light

dream gardeners wish
of majesty grown sound
crackling freshly wet
subtly still round

purely tainted dill
engrosses a soft tickle
loudly glowing laughter
love of a pickle

 

[Skorp]

I tried my best not to edit this too much. It's pretty much a first draft. Be warned its slightly depressing.

Pickle


Oh how it would be to realize
In the heat of a humid summer
That your reflection in the mirror
Resembled that of a cucumber.

A child upon a vine,
Dirt your place of slumber,
Green and white your skin,
You were born a cucumber.

But fate has not finished
The cruel and merciless plan.
You will be drowned and abandoned
For weeks in a jar or can.

One might compare your ordeal
To that of a butterfly,
Soaking in sugar and salt,
A caccoon gone terribly awry.

Have faith the lid will be opened,
Light will again reach your eye,
Oh pickle, sandwich's perfection,
Chewed and swallowed, you'll die.

EDIT: Edited it a lil bit.

 

[ElronMac]

I F****** Love It Skorp, AWESOME, great job man, brillaiant 9.999 out of 10, only because no one is perfect..lol, great job, thats the poem I wanted to read and write, only mine is lame...lol

 

[Skorp]

Haha, thanks man. I liked yours too. There's something in your writing I'll never have or understand.

 

[ElronMac]

Don't underestimate yourself ever. You write incredibly well and I am really glad you didn't take anymore time in editing. And thank you for the compliment, oh and btw it's your turn to pick the topic...lol As soon as Kermit gets his poem done that is, well and anyone else for that matter.

 

[bubba-ga-nush]

i didn't check the 11 pages of poems but i looked at some. What kind of Haiku's can u guys come up with?

 

[Z3wpk]

Holy crap Skorp man that was amazing. Wow I dont know what to say. I feel like I write so much worse than you guys. lol I'm writing mine now