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Write the worst poem you can.



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Sat Dec 12, 2020 7:23 pm
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Valkyria says...



Fireworks burst!
School is the worst.
Join the game
Everything's the same
There is always something left to love.
- One Hundred Years of Solitude
  





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Tue Dec 15, 2020 8:52 pm
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Rosewood says...



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Tue Dec 15, 2020 10:43 pm
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Hijinks says...



invisible strands of thought
s t r e t c h i n g a c r o s s
the page;
spiderwords
but oops I snap
ped
a strand
and now I lost my traaaaaaaaain of
hot
steaming
birch smoke.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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Thu Dec 17, 2020 1:09 pm
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Liminality says...



Bad poem

What a bad poem I might write,
I think, if I tried to combine
one unfitting thing too many,
altogether, with enjambments
already running ahead of themselves
in my mind, in my mind, in my mind.

What on earth's a poem that's both
heartfelt and heartless,
as I heartfeltly declare that I feel
heartless? Will the words pouring out
tripping over their own feet
get to you? get to you? get to you?

But if I cannot seem to tell
you what I mean, maybe I'll
bring you a photo album
that you might open up and understand
one day then, one day then, one day then.
she/her

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Mon Dec 21, 2020 4:13 am
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Liminality says...



Bad poem 2


I keep trying to write a song on my notepad
hoping that tumbling code notes become music notes
but then it comes to me, like a demon -
brain fog. brain fog. brain fog.

I keep trying to go with three-times refrains
hoping that this Vocaloid-inspired ear worm
will become a Muse-dragon, but no -
brain fog. brain fog. brain fog.

I keep coming back to the Worst Poem thread
because I'm too afraid of what my best poem
could possibly be, tossing and turning in
brain fog. brain fog. brain fog.
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Sat Dec 26, 2020 5:05 pm
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fatherfig says...



everytime i look into space wondering
i see Orions Belt, and i just can't help but ponder
why he tossed it aside like that.
it's a shiny belt- a priceless belt
a splendor to be beheld.
why if i had a belt like that
outerspace would be the last place
i'd put it- even if it was already out of this world.
So dear Orion wherever you are
i hope you learn to count the stars- or perhaps just your blessings.
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
  





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Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:54 am
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Liminality says...



stop telling people what to do

it's just a suggestion, y'know? that maybe
just maybe, poets should stop trying
to control the world through words,
wild, wild, words -- that run
helter-skelter like so many things
that run helter-skelter. your grandmother's
dandelion seeds, your father's stamp collection
all blowing all flying in the wind,
yes, words run wild, and only a child
would try to catch them and bend them
to their purpose. so don't break your fingers on words,
don't make paper planes out of dictionaries,
don't pass go and collect three hundred dollars
and importantly, don't tell people what to do.
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Sun Jan 03, 2021 4:37 am
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Liminality says...



I'd love to write a metered poem, true,
but ah, archaisms - I am afraid of you!
Ambition is my middle name, and I
wish I could reinvent your vibes anew.
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Sun Jan 03, 2021 9:04 am
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trashykawa says...



im my dreams i see
a man with no face
i bring my paint set
and draw in his features.
in my dreams i
met a freddy kruger
a poorly painted face
a background of horrer
in my dreams
(which are actually nightmares)
i am a bad artist.
I was eleven years old
and I'd lost my mother,
and my soul.
And the crucible
gave me you.

mA
  





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Sun Jan 03, 2021 10:37 pm
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JoyDark says...



Dear poet...
I can’t help but know’it
You can’t help but show’it
That you’re not a poet
You think you’re a know’it... (all)
You think you can glow’it... (up)
But you just explode’it
The words that you show’it
When you try to do poems.
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woah
i actually made a post
pretty radical if you ask me
  





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Wed Jan 06, 2021 4:57 am
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Liminality says...



haphazard mythology renewal

biohazard, hazmat suit-wearing poet
trying
to find
a way past
all the minefields
and all the rhyme seals
on the grounds of ancients and classics.

how do you make your own thing
out of someone else's
parts
which you shake your head at
and that's why you want
to make them your own?

ironic appropriation of myth
always works better
in someone else's
hands.
and maybe that's why
I take issue with that.

if only i could listen
to stories
and not
imagine a different ending,
not listening to
their actual components.
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Wed Jan 06, 2021 5:11 am
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alliyah says...



cool; figures of speech

the ice is too cold
metaphorically i mean
that you can never drive further south
once you've reached the ocean
because cars can't swim

but let's stick with the ice
metaphor for a moment
cold is relative, there is no such thing
as "too cold" except in comparison
so I guess you could call it a figure of speech
or a metaphor.

ice is too cold {metaphorically speaking}
but it doesn't make sense to speak of it
any other way, so we settle with words
and drive straight into the ocean
but leave the car-heat on
because the water's too cold to swim
and the ice-caps are melting
and in the end words
are
futile
{that's also a metaphor}.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Fri Jan 08, 2021 12:45 am
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alliyah says...



apologies for double-posting,, I'm on a roll.

experiments in color & repetition - a haiku
dedicated to @BluesClues

blues blue, blue blue, blue;
blue-blue blues blue bloop blue ... blue?
blues blues blue blue. blue.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Hijinks says...



what if i wrote haikus
in shakespeare's favourite iambs, and
with extra syllables?
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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Mon Jan 11, 2021 2:26 pm
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Liminality says...



brain pain

it's hard to stay sane
when your brain is pain.
i assume you say 'sane'?
when there is no pain?
it's hard to know sane!
using words is a pain,
when you want to speak sane,
assuming things means pain.
but how can i speak sane
when harangued by pain
in my brain? where my sane
is located? my pain
is your sane,
my sane, your pain.
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