Write the worst poem you can.

cliched love poem

roses are red,
violets are blue,
sugar is sweet,
and so are you.
your eyes shine like stars,
in my stomach, butterflies fight wars,
seeing you is always a treat,
and i feel sad when you're on mars.
you make my heart start to thump,
as if i'm driving over a bump,
and i like the way you make my heart beat,
the only thing is, in my throat there is a lump.
because clearly i'm breathless at your beauty,
and you have stolen all the wind from me,
you thief, you eater of meat,
and now all i can do is sit here and be.

the worst poem you can
the worst poem you can
kinda sounds like the worst home for a toucan
and that must be sad for the toucan
because it really like the worst poem you can (make)
but it's stuck in it's own worst home (for a toucan)
so it's sad.

In the ancient ground.
I hear a big scary sound.
So I fall and cry.

Some people just want to multi-class in real life,
like trying to master all the forms of structured poetry
while being a free verse poet,
or trying to make friends with everyone on the planet.
I know nothing about such people,
and I am such people, but I am also not
trying to make friends with everyone on the planet.

If a king makes a king out of a kingmaker,
does the kingmaker also make himself?
I must place all these canned tomatoes on the shelf.

If a tree falls in the forest and is replaced,
can we tell the difference between the clone and the original?
I forgot to buy milk at the store today.

If an epic story ends in anticlimax,
can we truly call it an epic or must it become comedy?
We're out of toilet paper.

Committing tax evasion by me :3

In the shadowed alleys of ledger lines,
Where numbers whisper and multiply,
I dance with the devil of tax evasion,
My pockets lined with sweet, illicit dimes.

A masquerade of receipts and invoices,
A waltz with the IRS so divine,
I hide my treasures, my secret stash,
From the government's prying, beady eyes.

The thrill of the chase, the rush of the lie,
As I scribble and scratch, my story's facade,
Each digit a silent accomplice,
In a game where the house never wins.

I am pretentious --
you can clearly tell this fact
from this meh haiku

isn't rain a form of ballet?
tip toes through the puddle of wonder
and all of a sudden
rain-drop / thunderous applause

my life is horrible, and
everyone sucks.
the rain keeps pouring outside.
i'm so unpopular.

I love mac and cheese
it's very cheesy
and has lots of pasta
it melts in my mouth
and is very tasty
I want mac and cheese
because I'm hungry
grrrrrrr
goes my stomach
like an angry lion
I need mac and cheese
because if I don't eat it
I will literally cry
like a sad baby
I love mac and cheese

WAHHHH
i'm sadg

grief

Geerrrrr... anfry!!!

@Spearmint I noticed you posted something roses are red themed. I made these two about a year ago

MENTIONS OF BLOOD IN THE SECOND ONE...

roses are red
violets are blue
lies are sugar sweet
yet toxic just like you
your lies may run deep
but secrets you cannot keep
your lies will not go unseen
im haunted by what we could have been
the tears that you made fall from my face
they will never disappear without a trace
the violets have wilted
my knife is stained red
the vase has been tilted
the roses are dead
all the pain and suffering ive endured
has formed as tears in my eyes
for the violets have wilted
and the roses have died
soon ill have my revenge
for all the tears i have cried
and soon everyone will know
how you betrayed and you lied
but roses are red
violets are blue
lies are sugar sweet
yet toxic just like you.



roses are red
violets are blue
you wanted me dead
so im dead as can be to you
why is a rose so red?
is it blood? chance of color instead?
if theres one thing ive learned
being with you
if theres anything ive mourned
after all times we bickered and we argued
every rose has its thorns
And that with your perfection
piece by piece our friendship you torn
i suppose you are no acception
you may not be beautiful, inside and out
but i just cant seem to shake you off
you wonder why i scream and shout
when i pour my heart out and you scoff!
i remember every memory so vividly
every memory is burned into my mind
of the times i spent with you so preciously
oh, how you fucking left me behind!
but i can still tell you i love you
and mean every word
im afraid stopping is something i wont do
until my voice is heard
and when the green of the stem
runs red with blood
youll view me as the rest of them
words will remain unsaid
ill have one thing to ask you, as i cling to this red, bloodied rose
was i everything you first wanted?
i suppose you wont realize what you will lose
when i am the hunter, you are the prey being hunted
in the midst of rejection and sour words
a tale of good girl gone bad
now we live in different worlds
youll lose the angel you once had
skin that used to be pale as snow
stained in red and incisions
id say this is rather a fascinating show
filled with a tinge of lust and decisions
a hint of revenge is on the tip of my tongue
just the tip, although id rather instead….
ill make sure to right your every wrong
and make sure to cover the walls in red
the red splatters across my face, across my weapon
as i cut you into pieces
i may be driven mad, but it just so happens
that it seems your death has driven away all my demons
driven mad, gone crazy, completely insane
call it as you will, as you wish, as you want
this is what happens when you drive a person down that lane
this is what happens when you give them a drive to hunt
but hey, what do you know?
roses are red
violets are blue
you wanted me dead
so im dead as can be to you
oh wait, your the one who turned into a skeleton. silly me. . .
hahahahahahaha!

hark yonder! listen thee!
a fantastic tale I have! yes me!
A tale of magic! a tale of wonder!
leave thy butter, leave thy bread, stale!
listen to me as i tell my tale!
of a woman with golden hair
who was best friends with a bear!
a woman of great power
who's son did not like to shower!
this woman was a queen
living in the dark unseen!
waiting for revenge!
had a family she had to avenge!
magical she was, full of wizardry!
and vital like an artery!
hark yonder! listen thee!
listen thee child to me
as i make rhymes that are random!
like this women who never had a queendom!

@AkiraEliza LOL yes, i was trying to stuff as many romantic cliches as i could in one poem xD

roses are red
violets are blue
lies are sugar sweet
yet toxic just like you

creative rhyme! i like it :]

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i wonder if the fog can see.
i mean, i see no eyes, no siree.
but does it know what we be?
can it sense you and me?
or the littlest green pea?
i wonder how it compares to a tree.
and as it creeps from the sea,
does it whisper with glee?