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try to find the worst poetry ever. I'll start with my discovery, it is titled "Dear Mollie's Lament" (found ) Twilight angel immaculate prayer, shadow princess broken heart. Forth and back she paces in windy nights, carried with her dear laments. Weary emerald, opaque gem, angel's ripped wings. Dear damsel awaits her prince, only to find he to be dead, fret not love divine, not to lament for your broken heart. Requiem's ailment plagues the heart, pacified only with our old lullabies, to kill the heart she held, to dismiss love so pure, the grip of death's solace raptures her soul, sweet reminders of love past told. Redeem my dear's loving reprisal, smite the hate I placed in her, give the heart I took 'twas her's. I am but a lover's fool, I am but a curse to you, Lay down her weary heart, Serenity sweet like weeping sirens, alleviate a love once held. All must hear dear Mollie's lament! |
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Sweaty hands and burning feet Sweaty hands and burning feet my adrenaline pumps like the hounds of hell in hunger-stricken chaos. This chant can't be happening to me. To take my life is pointless. I kill a man and I'm a murderer, I kill many and I'm a conquerer. To live I am not worthy. To die I am deserving. I pray and beg for all to be forgiven. I hope inside I live another day. My life is over like the ones I have taken. The shortest straw I have pulled by Lee |
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I think my example is leagues inferior to yours. Just look at how desperate he is to sound "poetic,” using/misusing words that he pulled out of a thesaurus while simultaneously fumbling grammatical rules, injecting “Old English” contractions and including almost every poetic cliché I can think of. It's quite a feat. |
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look at some of his others, they are extraordinary. I know this person in real life, by the way. He is a friend of my friend. I've only met him once, he talked a lot about horse cocks and greco-roman restling. Apparently some girl he met for about 5 minutes stole his heart and he's been writing the most extraordinarily bad poetry ever since. |
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William Lang ('00) The Mourning World The world cries out; help!, No one listens. Stop hurting me with your ways, No one listens. Stop polluting my lungs, and killing my body, No one listens. Stop ripping away my skin and life saving shield, No one listens. Don't you realize if I die you die, No one listens. I feel my life coming to an abrupt end, No one listens. It's getting hot, must be the sickness, No one listens. I feel the infections spreading through me, No one listens. Technology, Industry; I hate them both, No one listens. You'll pay *cough* for this, I *cough* swear it, No one listens. You'll all..... silence. Too late to listen. |
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i recommend attending a poetry slam/open mic night at your college/university. if you want to hear the worst poems ever written, that's where you go. it's really impressive how awful they get. oh this site here is . The United States by Ashley Driscoll After the attacks on September of last year Our country was filled with hurt and fear But we won’t let such actions last Because we fought to take action fast The U.S. and its people aren’t conceited We only fix what is needed Although there was tragedy, we pushed through it all And still, we stand together, proud and tall Poem Copyright © 2002 by Ashley Driscoll |
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I like Makoto Otsu's poem. Simple words and direct phrasing. Boo! There is a good writer! |
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My two hands. I have two hands for holding your two boobs. We were meant to be together. If you had three boobs I would be at a loss. For, what should I do with your third boob? I should weep. Tears of tears to shame the tears of milk that pour from your sad third boob. You have two hands for holding my two balls. We were meant to be together. I promise to have two balls forever for you to hold with your two hands. Unless I get cancer or I get into a farming accident. Poem Copyright © 2006 by Steve Ayres |
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99% of poetry I see is boring as fuck. I actually like that one. |
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It should also be noted that the third boob could go into your mouth. |
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Myspace is full of crap like this. _________________ I hate the way you look through me And simply pass me by I hate the fact I’m so damn frail That you sill make me cry I hate it when you talk to me I hate it when you don’t I hate trying to get over you And knowing I won’t I hate the way you stopped saying The things that made me smile I hate how you now act Knowing I wasn’t worth your while I hate that I’m still wondering The things that I did wrong How I made you hate me After loving you so long I hate that I mean nothing Not worth a passing glance I hate each day I wake up Knowing I don’t have a chance I hate how it drives me crazy When we’re in the same place I hate the echos of the words My mind cannot erase I hate it when I remember All the things that you did right I hate all the good memories Who’s tears I have to fight I hate saying I hate you Keeping true feelings at bay I whisper “I still love you” Every time you turn away I hate how I write these words I know I’ll never speak I hate it when your not around How you still make me weak I hate that I still want you But can’t make you stay I hate that I can’t hate you There’s truly just no way I hate that I can’t show you These words of hate aren’t true Cause dear, I don’t hate you I’m still in love with you. |
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That is essentially an early draft of what became my wedding vows. |
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hahahah! |
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these are painful. so. unbearably. painful. stop. please. |
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marissamarchant.com lyrics to kelly clarkson songs and of course the abovementioned myspace shit. |
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Intermittent Slob dirt, dirt, more dirt, clean it with your spit and skirt cotton balls, towels on walls... messiness alert this intermittent slobby side has come to be my battle when all is scrubbed and sweeky clean, come heards of bull and cattle I've blamed the bulls, tornado, wolves, some nuclear explosion but I know best, my inner quest, to conquer this in motion. |
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Your was fucking brilliant! |
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Wrote the retard who couldnt write "yours" |
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they stuck some poem on the wall at my school by some kid that went "there was once a tall giant he walked along the path if you were to tickle him he would roar a great laugh" i always thought it was fucking lame. |
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