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  1. #1
    Please post your poetry here. You're allowed to be funny but please take it seriously and kindly do not shitpost
  2. #2
    He looked up from the day
    With a mouth full of sand
    And saw a broken glass
  3. #3
    mmQ victim of incest
    https://niggasin.space/thread/13381
  4. #4
    Originally posted by mmQ https://niggasin.space/thread/13381

    TY dis way is ez to access old 1ne.

    This is nu 1 without dum title so further should be here pls
  5. #5
    mmQ victim of incest
    Originally posted by Captain Falcon He looked up from the day
    With a mouth full of sand
    And saw a broken glass

    "And alas the little boy trapped inside an hourglass is free to explore the world"

    ...

    "Ahem. My apologies, this just in. The boy trapped inside an hourglass has received multiple lacerations and has been pronounced dead at the scene. Our thoughts and prayers got out to his loved ones. Now here's Tom with the sports!"
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  6. #6
    mmQ victim of incest
    I, flower, am not alone.

    I, flower, am not grown.

    I, flower, watch and wait.

    I, flower, life ain't great.

    I, flower, have admirers.

    I, flower, see desirers.

    I, flower, envy them.

    I, flower, few of friend.

    I, flower, sit inside

    I, flower, often hide

    I, flower, want to bloom

    I, flower, can't find room

    I, flower, wilt away

    I, flower, still remain

    I, flower, though it's dark

    I, flower, will find a way
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  7. #7
    Originally posted by mmQ I, flower, am not alone.

    I, flower, am not grown.

    I, flower, watch and wait.

    I, flower, life ain't great.

    I, flower, have admirers.

    I, flower, see desirers.

    I, flower, envy them.

    I, flower, few of friend.

    I, flower, sit inside

    I, flower, often hide

    I, flower, want to bloom

    I, flower, can't find room

    I, flower, wilt away

    I, flower, still remain

    I, flower, though it's dark

    I, flower, will find a way

    Struggle up
    To grow through
    The cracks in the concrete
  8. #8
    LegalizeSpiritualDiscovery Space Nigga [my yellow-marked arboreous hypnotist]
    He rode through the streets of the city
    Down from his hill on high
    O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,
    He rode to a woman's sigh.
    For she was his secret treasure,
    She was his shame and his bliss.
    And a chain and a keep are nothing
    Compared to a woman's kiss
    For hands of gold are always cold,
    But a woman's hands are warm.
  9. #9
    mmQ victim of incest
    Originally posted by Captain Falcon Struggle up
    To grow through
    The cracks in the concrete

    I, flower, try miracle gro

    I, flower, still don't show

    I, flower, can't see Sun

    I, flower, almost undone

    I, flower, trapped below

    I, flower, NEED to grow

    I, flower, can't alone

    I, flower, just want home
  10. #10
    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    I remembered i posted this in a Cringe Poetry thread once. It's still good, and an original composition or whatever the fuck you call it.

    Empty rooms and picture frames
    Haunting memories are what remains
    A solution that once seemed so strange
    Has since absolved me of my pains.
    But i'd consider myself blessed
    If somehow unexplained
    I could hold you once again
    And see what i have left
    Inside this cage they call a chest
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  11. #11
    benny vader YELLOW GHOST
    my penis is small.
    and ditto art my balls,
    my penis, 3 inches overall,
    my balls, the size of fish balls.
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  12. #12
    It's brown and hairy
    It wears a thong
    Unsanitary
    My big fat shlong
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  13. #13
    RestStop Space Nigga
    I've lived a life so sad,
    you could already call me dead,
    As I'm the shadow of a haunted man,
    Though my heart is made of stone,
    and every new batch ruins everything I see,
    The demons stay close and they stand by me.

    Falling fast on my way down,
    Seeing regrets of my life as I forever drown,
    I still won't be weighed down, never to be weighed down,
    I'll fucking stand, claw, punch, and scream
    as I'm falling forever on the way down.
  14. #14
    Did you just rhyme 'down' with itself three times?
    I don't think you know how to rhyme.
    You can rhyme rhyme with time, and brine with wine
    Lime with climb, mime, or or paradigm

    Post last edited by 霍比特人说中文不好 at 2017-10-19T23:07:40.148923+00:00
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  15. #15
    RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by 霍比特人说中文不好 Did you just rhyme 'down' with itself three times?

    Hmm. I suppose so. I was too caught up in the melancholy of it all to notice.
  16. #16
    You should go away and come back now that I've edited my post into a rhyme.
  17. #17
    mmQ victim of incest
    Originally posted by RestStop Hmm. I suppose so. I was too caught up in the melancholy of it all to notice.

    Its ok. I was able to discern the deeper meaning behind the repetive single word rhyming.

    :smug:
  18. #18
    benny vader YELLOW GHOST
    my anus, it is brown,
    i stretch it, and it become round,
    my shits, they are brown,
    its cross section, is round.
  19. #19
    -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Like dark clouds on a dark night
    Chasing black stars in a black sky
    Over tired sails on a troubled sea
    And worn dreams in a weary heart


    Post last edited by -SpectraL at 2017-10-20T02:50:53.394738+00:00
  20. #20
    RestStop Space Nigga
    I missed you all these days.
    So many drugs and women to wash
    away the pain.

    So I asked the devil what I could
    pay, to be back with you just for
    a few days. He said "well Ol' boy,
    I guess your soul forever what foot
    the bill just okay."

    So I sold it and now I've been here
    waiting alone for the past 3,000 days.
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