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2017-10-19 at 2:01 AM UTCPlease post your poetry here. You're allowed to be funny but please take it seriously and kindly do not shitpost
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2017-10-19 at 2:01 AM UTCHe looked up from the day
With a mouth full of sand
And saw a broken glass -
2017-10-19 at 2:45 AM UTC
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2017-10-19 at 2:45 AM UTC
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 -
2017-10-19 at 2:48 AM UTC
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"
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"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!" -
2017-10-19 at 4:38 AM UTCI, 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 -
2017-10-19 at 4:47 AM UTC
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 -
2017-10-19 at 4:51 AM UTCHe 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. -
2017-10-19 at 5:29 AM UTC
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2017-10-19 at 6:10 AM UTCI 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 -
2017-10-19 at 12:39 PM UTCmy penis is small.
and ditto art my balls,
my penis, 3 inches overall,
my balls, the size of fish balls. -
2017-10-19 at 7:26 PM UTCIt's brown and hairy
It wears a thong
Unsanitary
My big fat shlong -
2017-10-19 at 9:25 PM UTCI'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. -
2017-10-19 at 11:02 PM UTCDid 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
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2017-10-19 at 11:03 PM UTC
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2017-10-19 at 11:07 PM UTCYou should go away and come back now that I've edited my post into a rhyme.
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2017-10-19 at 11:18 PM UTC
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2017-10-20 at 2:17 AM UTCmy anus, it is brown,
i stretch it, and it become round,
my shits, they are brown,
its cross section, is round. -
2017-10-20 at 2:48 AM UTCLike 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
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2017-10-20 at 3:05 AM UTCI 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.