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Write the worst poem you can.



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Wed Oct 19, 2011 5:34 pm
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Niebla says...



Well...you asked for it. Here is my two minute worst poem of all time :)

When the cheese takes over the earth
Then the earth won't suffer so much
When the cheese says "Hey, this is my turf!"
There won't be destruction as such.

If the cheese just took over this place
Global warming could say goodbye
A cheese doesn't need that much space
There'd be no losers, no winners, no ties.

Greed is humanity's game
And if the cheese would simply rise up
Nothing would be quite the same

Oh, if the cheese took over the world...
  





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Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:25 pm
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Blues says...



xDDD Misty.

I guess it's time for take 2!

I can't write poetry.
I should run to my dormitory.

But then my friends would tell me to get out.
And then I would pout.

I don't even go to a boarding school.
I just used it to rhyme - it's a tool.

Why do I try?
I may as well run and cry.

But then again, this should be bad.
I shouldn't feel sad.

I notice I'm using couplets, I don't know why,
I should be trying to get by.

Would this be narrative?
I need a declarative.

That didn't make sense, did it?
Well I'm going to read and sit.

What a rubbish poem this is.
And I can't think of a rhyme for 'is'!
  





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Tue Feb 07, 2012 10:09 am
AlfredSymon says...



Here's mine:

I do not like poems
so why am I writing this?
No idea; I call quits

It's an Haiku, by the way. Not much of a bad poem, just my worst Haiku ;)
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Tue Feb 07, 2012 6:59 pm
Isabel1206 says...



And here's mine:


I dream of freedom tonight
Of bird that spread their wings and fly
Your feel, your touch it is not real
This bitter wound, it does not heal
Your eyes see mine
And my eyes shine
But the lights are off
The spark is lost

very cheesy indeed :mrgreen:
“ By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it. ”
  





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Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:29 pm
NicholasStone says...



My head's got pain
Pain in my brain
And this poem's supposed to be lame
I don't expect fame
And I really don't blame
My father for renting a train.

If you get hit with a train
Your brain will have pain
And pain in my brain is just fine.
But if you get fame
Then pain in your brain
You're probably just drunk.

SOO BAD
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
  





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Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:28 am
xxFleetingEternity says...



Life sucks miserably.
So therefore
There is no poem to write.
This is actually
A blank page
Full of words
That don't exist...

So off with your head!

Because if you're still reading
(Which you are...)
Then you are
An incredible ignoramus
Who can't stop reading
Things
That don't exist.
My silence is my sound...
XxXxX
Turn your wounds into your wisdom.
  





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Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:50 pm
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Mikko says...



I'm so in love,
I fly up above,
there's a white dove,
don't push and shove
'cause I'm so in love.

Omg, that was awesome.
when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams
  





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Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:36 am
RainyDay1119 says...



Halloween

On a dark, spooky night,
a scary shadow brings the fright.
Its name, how great, is Halloween,
forget how other days had been.
Witches scream, monsters crawl,
goblins munch, werewolves howl.
The scare crows walk with delight,
while Jack-o-lanterns light their light.
Vampires come up with a very good scheme,
so some people face some shrieks and screams.
Children come home from trick-or-treat
and the monsters wait for the meal to eat.


This is somehting I actually wrote. When I'm bored, I tend to write
really, really, really bad poems. Seriously, I don't know why I do these, I'm
a terrible poet.
  





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Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:27 pm
SirTobes says...



I hate it when people take things that aren't their's,
When they take things without asking-
When they give themselves more,
When they sneak around.

I look at him in the eye,
I know he took it,
I can see it around his mouth-
That was my muffin.


Hehehe.
Like it?
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Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:25 am
ping2richard says...



Hey... I'm also agree here. I'm a big fan of writing poems. You are alright we should not concentrate on what we are going to write as beginner. I'm waiting for more tips for writing the poems.
  





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Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:23 pm
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yubbies21 says...



Clip, Clop The pony stops.
Then he goes and then he stops.
Clip, Clop, Clip , Clop
The pony runs away.

Oh no Oh no!
Where did he go?
I found a trail
Then I slipped on a wet rock

I cut my knee
It badly bled
I cried alot
But it still bled

Boo hoo
What could I do?
I doused it in oil
And used bandages too

The bandaids were pretty
the had purple bunnies
that were all hopping around
on a blue grassy hill

My pony heard me crying
He came with his super cape
and awsome hat
to save me

Hooray Horray
My pony came to save the day
Let's go home
Clip Clop, Clip Clop
beep
  





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Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:42 pm
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InTheTrees says...



I am really sad,
My life sucks a lot so, pay
Attention to me.

;) Don't you love poems like this?
  





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Ikerot says...



My room is a mountain of trash.

Nothing useful is on the top,

Everything useful is on the bottom.

When I am in need of the important items,

I must search.

I must swim through the pile of rubbles,

Just to find the one.

Cleaning isn’t much use,

For it’ll end up the way it is again.

Oh, why do I even bother?
"Good begins with evil, and evil is here to stay." - From The Sovereign
  





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Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:39 pm
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deleted11 says...



Poems are fun
You are so dumb
Please don't cry
The sky flies
  





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Thu Nov 07, 2013 5:11 pm
SaraiRayne says...



My skin is lite,
And I can't fly a kite.
Maybe if I try to fly,
I could get by.
Or maybe I would fall,
Straight into the mall.

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