Young Writers Society

You say I punch with logic, but all that I can see
Is that you're just repeating yourself to keep up with me.
I tire of this nonesense, of your infantile meandering.
Please tell me something you haven't said with your poetic philandering.

You're trying so hard, so I applaud you,
But you're outclassed and outmatched,
So you must bid your name adieu.
But there's a plan I've hatched,
The only one way to save your name
To me, the Rhyming Master.
So here's the way you'll escape shame:
(Though I know it'll be a disaster.)

Actually rhyme in your set style,
Seven lines a stanza, rhyming the whole while.
'Cause your own style you've defiled
With the poor words you exiled
To this page. You can't file
An argument for this trial,
Otherwise you're in denial.

The tricks you speak of
I don't see on the pages.
Show me your wisdom,
I've been waiting for ages.

This post may be dead.
So I'll be the end.
Sit down and listen.
Or get out of my kitchen.

You both talk of your wisdom
and going beyond.
Go back to your asylum
and watch as my words spawn:

The name is Bryn.
I've come here to learn.
Only to find that all you have for me.
Are sleazy words written awfully.

I may be small
But I'm full of might
I came to appall.
Watch out for my bite.

Laugh all you want
It's simple to see
You can taunt
But you can't taunt me.

So I end this post.
with a happy tune.
Prepared to boast.
Unless you write soon...

I keep repeating words,
since you don't comprehend
the message that I'm hurling,
at your hollow brainless head.

I'm battling a child,
or at least a baby's hand,
with skills imaginary,
that have no ground to land.

You try to copy style
with seven lines a while.
You call my words exiled
and name me in denial,

Whilst you force rhymes and lines
like I force shit to shine;
it just ain't gonna happen,
this hill's too big to climb.

And about half the time
your words just don't align,
"Adieu" and "you" are distant,
not even half a rhyme.

You try to save your flow
like I try to save my sick
from dripping out my throat,
as I try to read your grit.

And please, the "Rhyming Master"?
How old are you my friend?
You have a kid's vocabulary,
with no proper words to fend.

"The only way to save your name to me"
makes no sense at all,
learn your sentence structure
before you come to brawl.

The way you flip your words around
to snuggle rhymes and sounds,
to make yourself seem witty,
makes you a shameful hound.

So tuck your tail down under,
and wait forever more,
'cause my wisdom waits far yonder
by the poets' door.

I heave a deep sigh
And ask myself why
I wasted my time
Battling with rhyme.

This is all disdainful,
Reading your rhymes, so painful.
I'm disgusted, reviled
That my mind I exiled
To the comp'ny of you,
A cur, to be true.

Away from my sight
Ye carriers of mange!
'Fore my eyes ye dost blight
And my words ye estrange.

Glad that there's a "Rhyme Battle" thread here. This is gonna be one of my fav chill zones I'm otherwise a text-battle rapper ( sounds queer? well its not, its actually pretty cool!)

Fighting to forget my thoughts so I'm sauced when I'm writing
so engrossed in the job that I crossed a red light while driving
Striving to survive this, I steer the wheels to the right ,I'm left
I got balls to steal a few cues and now I'm paying for my theft
Am I straying from my rest ?or am I a strain in arrest ? I guess
I'm possessed with these demons like Matt and I need Oceans
twelve, no not thirteen cause its cursed, I await to be blessed
to drown my conscious to the ness and to get obnoxious claps
naked meditation,like a plate full of salad I need to be dressed
Bloated with pride, my head's high like I got weed in my chest
Such a dark night but why so serious ya even my daze is a jest

-SPD

I dust off the mat to the rhyme battle lair
and welcome you into poetry's flair.
May you express your emotions and thoughts
with witty wicked twists; a crime it is not.

Yes, enter the fray
Though ye be warned.
If you choose to stay,
Ye'll certainly be harmed.

No holds are barred
And the words fly fast.
Glass is smashed to shards;
No delicacy'll last.

Top me off.
Until you've had your fill
Let me show-off
How a rhyme can kill.

Your chest must be achy
Cuz you wake n bakey
Fall back, fall back
Now watch my attack;

Follow me
The one man army.
If you wish to learn
before you get burned.

Can't rhyme
Can't climb.
To where I'm at.
I stay stay fit, while you get fat.

I stay toned with my lines
Prepare for my rhymes.
Keep up, don't fall back
You need to brush up on the skills you lack...

Misspellings in poetry are so passe;
properties grammatical are now the way.
Though the dithering's amusing,
and the wanton ego-bruising,
we should all make up — kiss the smack talk away!

I'm an earthquake,
I'll give you the tremors,
I'm innovating style,
while you write rhyme dilemmas.

Illiteracy's a disease
you should get it checked out,
for I want to understand
the stuff that drips out your mouth.

you're an earthquake
I am water
I'll make your earth shake
with my power

you see the words in front of you?
I'll rearrange them
change your point of view
bring you to the rim
the very edge of consciousness
where opposites swirl together
and with effortlessness
blow you away like a feather
puff
now who's tough?

Some say rhymes

foretell the times

when all will speak together

about more things than weather

and brandname design.

I spin a leaf in between my fingers
Thinking of the wind as singers.

The clouds swiftly dance up ahead
The sunset grows into a light red.

I wonder if anyone else at all
Is sitting outside in the fall.

-The End!!!!!

charmanders are red
squirtles are blue
out of all the pokemon in my head
i choose you

@xXravenxX I fear you did not read the prompt of this thread.
I almost neglected it too, thought that this thread was long dead,
but here I meander from poetry land to this abandoned battle forum
and I will respond here if only to disrupt this quiet decorum!
It seems, you see, the point here is for poets to battle,
so I can't figure out why the Pokemon entered this rattle.

Let us return, you brave poets - to the one true purpose,
let us battle with rhymes! Do you dare? Are you nervous?
Perhaps I should have let sleeping dragons lie,
but I can't step away from a poetry challenge, I dare not deny!
I suppose the worst that could happen is no one responds...
but if that happens, alas, I guess I have won!