A poem.

Genghiz Cohen

A have the flu,
What shall I do?
So I turn to you.

My head is stuffed,
My nose is roughed,
Constant tissue usage.

A Pox on thee flu virus,
Leave me,
Hear me!
GTFO!

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Genghiz Cohen wrote: »

A have the flu,
What shall I do?
So I turn to you.

My head is stuffed,
My nose is roughed,
Constant tissue usage.

A Pox on thee flu virus,
Leave me,
Hear me!
GTFO!

Has it got something to do with this end of the world business that has everyone making crap threads today?!

ejmaztec

Genghiz Cohen wrote: »

A have the flu,
What shall I do?
So I turn to you.

My head is stuffed,
My nose is roughed,
Constant tissue usage.

You can always take your mind of it

By trying self-abusage:pac:

Doc

If you have the Flue
This you shoud do
Shut The Fu*k up
Or I will End You!!!

Heisenberg.

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chin_grin

http://askaninja.com/ninjapoetry

Smart Bug

To this thread,
Did my eyes wander,
For me to ponder,
With some dread.

What kind of dweeb,
Would this drivel perceive,
As fine verse?

I profer a fart,
From out mine posterior
For I believe in the interior,
Of me lies more art.

PurpleBerry

Roses are red

Vioets are blue

Some poems rhyme...

This one doesn't

Fringe

Beautiful poetry. Reminds me of today's society and how we need to fulfill our goals.

Heisenberg.

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Clare_Guy

Rain rain go away,
come back another day...

AlmightyCushion

What the fúck is this all about,
I should really knock the op out,
I should lock this thread right now and here,
'cos' every knows if you write poems you're a queer.

mike65

The poem was pap
the scanning crap
why does every page at the bottom,
have a gap?

Mike.

Zillah

"A have the flu"...?

Havermeyer

Rubba dub dub
That poem was shít

truecrippler

What did I do today?
I did hear you say

For I was just mowing the lawn
And picking up hay


Along came some footsteps
I thought was your Da

I turned around frighteningly
To be confronted...

By YORE MA!!!!!!!!

Crumble Froo

here's a poem from the moon.

Neil Armstrong, walking on me face,
Buzz Aldrin, he walkin on me face,
And then the third, one, the, a spaceman, walkin on me face,
All on the surfaces, and they lookin at all the stuff
That the moon has got, to offer.

KnifeWRENCH

This poetry sucks.
I shall save this thread from FAIL
With a nice haiku.

Adam

humpty dumpty sat on my c0ck
and it all went downhill from there.

truecrippler

Mirror wrote: »

humpty dumpty sat on my c0ck
and it all went downhill from there.

It fell off? :eek:

Loomis

The sky cries, saddened by a grey ceiling
Watching over the world as the shadows steal the light
Hiding all that is fair and fleetingly concealing
Beauty fades and declines with the coming of night.
The darkness cloys, taints and achieves its goal
The moonlight is vague and labours in the fight
The Earth needs Your radiance to satisfy its soul
Opposed to your glisten all splendour is slight.
Held reverent by all, no one can doubt
Utopia is forged from your unparalleled shine
Knowing your grace will never burn out
Admiration and envy emanate from the Nine.
The Sun everlasting glimmers golden rays,
And in this, your beauty eternally stays.

I think I prefer this one though-

Have you heard of the sex life of Horatio?
He speaks of the acts, not the ratio
He says "she's so kind,
Taking it in both holes from behind,
And then there's always the fellatio."

Sherifu

The useless forum Arts is that way ->

FlutterinBantam

I dumped a coil into the pan
And surveyed that wondrous sight
Was that a piece of abstract art
or just a fcukin shíte

************************
She sat there giving me the eye
As she slid beneath the water
was she a siren of the East
or fcukin Meatloaf's daughter.
****************************
She was pale and thick and pointed
like the antlers of a deer
Her quarters were all shiny
Like a well groomed fcukin steer.
****************************
She left my hole with a gentle splash
She deserved a five point six
The badge was clean,neither dag nor bean
Like a spoon of fcukin mash.
****************************
So bye bye turds,I'll see yez round
I'll wave ye down the bend
By the time I hit the cot tonight
You'll be cleaned out in Ringsend.

Earthhorse

Genghiz Cohen wrote: »

A have the flu,
What shall I do?
So I turn to you.

My head is stuffed,
My nose is roughed,
Constant tissue usage.

A Pox on thee flu virus,
Leave me,
Hear me!
GTFO!

Minus points for missing the opportunity to rhyme "abusage" with "usage" and "Miley Cyrus" with "virus".

The Scientist wrote: »

Aloft, bang.
Hear my outspoken decree,
For you, given, an unspoilt sanction,
the murmuring of the sea.

Utensil & fire
Benign of ones misery
the dawning bird of hope we see
rising up with hast from porcelain joy
'The cure' he cries, is barrys tea.


I should sell that i should.

You can't sell art. Unless it's shit.
You should make a pack. Et.

Fringe wrote: »

Beautiful poetry. Reminds me of today's society and how we need to fulfill our goals.

And actualise our potential.

Zillah wrote: »

"A have the flu"...?

The "I" becomes "A" to emulate the sound of a stuffed nose.

It's called poetic license, Zillahstine.

Jack Sheehan

Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they dont make sense.
Refridgerator.

Earthhorse

Mr. Anderson wrote: »

The sky cries, saddened by a grey ceiling
Watching over the world as the shadows steal the light
Hiding all that is fair and fleetingly concealing
Beauty fades and declines with the coming of night.
The darkness cloys, taints and achieves its goal
The moonlight is vague and labours in the fight
The Earth needs Your radiance to satisfy its soul
Opposed to your glisten all splendour is slight.
Held reverent by all, no one can doubt
Utopia is forged from your unparalleled shine
Knowing your grace will never burn out
Admiration and envy emanate from the Nine.
The Sun everlasting glimmers golden rays,
And in this, your beauty eternally stays.

That yours? Fair play if so.

Captain Darling

Oh pointy birds

GirlInterrupted

I think I had a fever
But now I'm cold as jelly
I'll drink a pint of Benylin
And watch a bit of telly

Setun

Japanese microsoft error message haikus:

Windows NT has crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence.
'My Novel' not found.

CDfm

Yeats was great
Maud was hot
Good to go
I think not

Beauty like a
tightened bow
His bow tightened
that we know

Then Maud was gone
The nasty ho

experiMental

Amazing poetry!!!

keep 'em rolling, like a stampede
of alcohol particles when I'm drinking
a huge amount of whisky.
(a poetic metaphore )

Loomis

Earthhorse wrote: »

Mr. Anderson wrote:

The sky cries, saddened by a grey ceiling
Watching over the world as the shadows steal the light
Hiding all that is fair and fleetingly concealing
Beauty fades and declines with the coming of night.
The darkness cloys, taints and achieves its goal
The moonlight is vague and labours in the fight
The Earth needs Your radiance to satisfy its soul
Opposed to your glisten all splendour is slight.
Held reverent by all, no one can doubt
Utopia is forged from your unparalleled shine
Knowing your grace will never burn out
Admiration and envy emanate from the Nine.
The Sun everlasting glimmers golden rays,
And in this, your beauty eternally stays.

That yours? Fair play if so.

Ye it is, thanks.
Wrote it during the Easter break of the leaving cert instead of making a start on study cause I was a bit lost. Aww.

brianthebard

Sometimes to overcome
we must be prepared to walk
away from the dream