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Write the worst poem you can.



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Mon Mar 28, 2022 12:03 am
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alliyah says...



be-
come
a fish
< or don't; >
it's really
your
prerogative.
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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WeepingWisteria says...



Once I met a bird
Sitting out amongst the fern
Bird and fern rhyme, right?
Just like right rhymes with kite.
Or do they?
I can't tell.
She/They/Fae

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PoetryGoos says...



i 4m a g005
h3r3 t0 t4k3 0v3r
th3 s1t3.
e5c4p3 n0w, 0r
f0r3v3r h0ld y0ur
squ4k1ng.
  





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EsmerayaRose says...



I am a rose
but I am not
I am a rose
but you are not
you are a part of my ImAgInAtIoN
but I am a rose
but I am not
I promise this type of pain only gets worse
~Esmeraya~

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Liminality says...



I am always playing a character.
Peanuts never hold their peace.
Authenticity is just a stat.
Bisons eat oranges like lemonade.
There is no machine, only chess pieces.
The character is always playing me.
Is it.
she/her

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alliyah says...



Forgotten thread,
Howdy
Don't forget who u are
Just because we forgot you
It's the thought[less) that counts afterall

And piercing thunder upon evergreen skies
Whistling doves fold into collaseums
Ancient Greece screams with one acord
Hi everyone


Haunting and forgotten
Like this
Thread

Threads tie into a bow
And sneakers run
Exuberantly
Wild
Free
And
So
Amazing
Just like the sky-storm
Fourth of July on the cassette tape
Elegy of a thought un-thought

Goodbye I said,
But not forgotten
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fatherfig says...



I have a deadline
And some fairy person is going to help me
I will be sure of it
Though I am unsure
Unstable stressed and scared
That person is going quite quickly
And everything is spinning
How do I catch them
Or my breath
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
  





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alliyah says...



mathematics

There are four edges to a square:
I. Can count
II. Can't spin
III. May not understand Roman Numerals
V. Quadrilateral
you should know i am a time traveler &
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alliyah says...



Poetry is most effective when it is direct; but also sufficiently vague, for that comfortable cover of ambiguity | an angsty ellegy, a homing pigeon, a memoir, a large recycled mcdonalds cup I just tossed from my car, a love note to someone agravatingly already gone| this is just the title

Good
Riddance.
@_@
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Liminality says...



Redundancy

There are things I can't tell you
and things I can't say
because you won't let me. What?
I won't tell you what they are.
You'll get mad if I do, or
if you don't, I will.
I will get mad at myself,
and at you.
But most importantly, you.
There are things I can't tell you
and things I can't say.
she/her

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Sun Oct 02, 2022 2:46 am
alliyah says...



mostly it's the bookends that count
i. used to assume people read
and at the end of the day isn't red just another word for blue
skies upon skies sitting in my cereal bowl
cheerios and hellos and why are you still standing there

ii. honestly nothing makes sense, and roman numerals least of all
so if you must say something, then say it twice
twice or even not at all, least of all so if you must
say something then - say something
honestly, nothing

iii. wouldn't call it poetry if you read it thoroughly;
this is not an equation + you don't have to = listen
you don't have to read + just skip to the end
(fine). :|
yes, now we will use musical notation rather than words arranged into phrases
imagine silence 𝄽 / pianissimo

and quietly, quietly almost imagining; pretend you are reading a poem
actually everything is nonsense or nothing
so you must say it twice, or not at all.

in the end.
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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Omni says...



once i saw a sentence in a book. It said.

the book wrote:“We all know, of course, that we should never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever fiddle around in any way with electric devices. Never.”


that was deep.
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fatherfig says...



What college are one?
You were so different from the crunches and the fact that you don't a requirement.

The weather is not Halloween!
You are not normal.
It gets more real than feelings.
I'm missing something that I once had.
You squinting your words in the way you can.
Ur hack heard me think
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
  





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EsmerayaRose says...



purified water
who are you to tell me
when I can be smart?
purified water
who are you to
grant me the satisfaction of 100%
purified water
you are a rip-off
$4.00 is too much to spend
Purified water
is going to be the death of me
I promise this type of pain only gets worse
~Esmeraya~

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