Young Writers Society

No matter where the wind whistles
Orange is always going to be a color
Tomatoes are always going to be made out of ketchup

And "A" is a letter

Actually that's not the point
Confusing
Right?
Orange isn't actually a color if you're a poet
Sometimes Ketchups are actually
Tomatoes but they wouldn't want you to know that and what
I'm trying to say is
Clearly all just made up to fit into this specific poem format.

To me, a bad poem just
sounds like prose chopped up like
pieces of paper cut up with
all the enjambments in the
wrong places and, evidently, a
lot of unnecessary words
All the imagery is
redundant and unbearably
pretentious, like the iridescent sigh
of pulsating drops of light on tickling fragments
and it makes you think - what is that? and why,
have I never seen that before!
also don't forget purposeless Stylistic choices
for example, capitalising only the Fifth word
of each line while Denying all else capitals
for the sake of being Special and unique
without a single full Stop

The wishes of fishes
Are loads of big dishes
The fishes want dishes
For all of their wishes
'Cause the wishes will splish(es)
And the splishes of fishes
Will squish all the dishes
So the fishes will swish(es)
And try to get dishes
For they hope that their wishes
Will cause many more splishes.

*inserts literally any poem I wrote 3 years ago* any of my poems ever

Ok now for real

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My haute couture illuminated with fragments of my undying love for you is stunning
Ergo so are you.

And I wasn't even half trying with this one lol.
____________________
Roses are rad
The Violets are sad
And The baby goes coo coo
My words don't make cents
And I go no no no, that won't
Make a dime nor a dollar
And I really need to
Stop.
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Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
wHaT IS POetrY????????????????????

SMLocke wrote:Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
wHaT IS POetrY????????????????????

I heard it's some kind of Italian dish water.

I love to break cake
I love to bake cake
I love to fake ache
I love to rake for your sake
I love to shake my snake (He doesnt like it)

(That was kinda fun, actually. XD

Im writing a poem
but not exactly a good one
moms taking out a cane
while i eat a cone
my sis is getting angry for stealing hers
but who bothers
so im ending it here
because she gonna blow the computer

Pretentious Title that is awfully long-winded, and yet has nothing to add to the poem's content | a true story

My new poetry pet peeve
Is when all the line beginnings are
Capitalized even though
It actually breaks up the
Thought process because of mismanaged line;
breaks. And then
There are also random periods.
Placed, I guess, where the end... of a
Sentence could go. But the problem
Is they're not actually sentences. Because poetry
Isn't necessarily. prose.
Also. I. why. II. do. III. Roman. IV. Numerals.
V. make. VI. everything. VII. look. X. so. XII. much
XV. more. XVI. fancy. XVII. even. XWV. if XVIII. you're
VXWP. not VXWPZ. sure VXWpZII. how VWWPZII. to use them?

Author's Note / Confession: There are many lovely & wonderful poems that use these strategies, it's just not always my favorite. I am also biased against roman numerals since I don't understand how they work. xD And lastly I am guilty of doing all the things that I mention in this poem. :]

ehh forgive me for posting twice; was feeling inspired

hair strands caught on fire, in the middle of a january tsunami

(every) one
is asking, "how is the world spinning,
if the lakes aren't
melting?"

wax on candles, don't
burn your fingerprints
they keep watch
of who you are(n't)

question around the maze-mind, we're (all)
forgetting what's here - sleep-walking; turned sleep-running.

but electricity is something we imagined
because no one could understand how
bees make honey when they're always
gardening.

fine. this isn't about nature.
it's about pollution.

and smoke settles keenly on the mantle
right where they should have
posted your fourth grade
perfect attendance certificate

maybe (they) regret it
maybe (we all) missed the difference
between pool-swimming and lake-drowning

because there aren't any fish left.

(whoops I actually love the last two lines)

It's been so long since
I wrote a haiku so this
is just a sentence

There once was a fat cat
He sat on a mat
And ate a juicy rat
Then he realized that
He was getting very fat
He went to have a chat
With a funny little bat
And said that
He wanted to be less fat
So that bat
Chased him with a mat
And he became as thin as a rat.

Roses are green, violets are orange
this poem is for you
and you, and you, and me.


popsicles.

(just realized horisun already submitted what I was about to)