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    I just got a wonderful idea!! We r going 2 have a contest 4 the best poetry!! Whoever wins I'll give a good rep!! 4 2 weeks I'll read the poems, by the end I'll make a decision!!! No I won't b copying the poems!! So come on people!!!! Let me hear from U!!
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    (Original post by sassy but sweet)
    I just got a wonderful idea!! We r going 2 have a contest 4 the best poetry!! Whoever wins I'll give a good rep!! 4 2 weeks I'll read the poems, by the end I'll make a decision!!! No I won't b copying the poems!! So come on people!!!! Let me hear from U!!
    Unless you make at least 50 posts per day for the next 2 weeks it your rep will be worthless.
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    I have posted this before.
    Please keep in mind that the point of view changes with every stanza.


    Oh happy dagger O BMI
    I will soon come to meet you up in the sky.

    Come on you get out of class
    We need to weigh you I hope you pass

    I jumped on the scale and it did break,
    The nurse looked at me and said for goodness sake
    Weightloss pills for you it will take
    Your thighs are as big as a nice juicy steak

    Oh my god you're overweight
    Hurry now it's not too late,
    For you no more chocolate cake
    I'm not joking this isn't fake.

    I looked at this guy, the younge little whale
    hoping the BMI would go straight to...anyways,

    The poor little govenor had so much to lose,
    That's why the legislation had no choice but to chose
    To force him to ask "What would Jared do?"

    Ye young porkers, be of stout heart.
    Don't eat fatty foods you know it's not smart.
    Put down the sweets, be gone with those tarts.
    Don't pay attention to those old little farts.

    Don't take our word, we're not always right
    If you have any questions just ask Dwight Fite.

    By Samuel and Jenna
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    (Original post by sassy but sweet)
    I just got a wonderful idea!! We r going 2 have a contest 4 the best poetry!! Whoever wins I'll give a good rep!! 4 2 weeks I'll read the poems, by the end I'll make a decision!!! No I won't b copying the poems!! So come on people!!!! Let me hear from U!!
    People that don't mind their own business
    and are nosy, really frustrate me,
    it's like they have no life,
    no regard for those studying psychology.

    You try and try to study for your exams,
    very much so, with all your might,
    and then you get these idiots,
    who send you emails where you're like 'riiighht',

    Cos it appears that these almost strangers know,
    so much about you, why?
    Is it because they feel their lives aren't interesting,
    or enough for it to satisfy,

    Their imaginations, whatever, I don't know.
    Do I really care?
    I think not, however - I'll not worry about it,
    and re-focus on my studying, otherwise a HD will be rare.

    How was that, sassy? Creative or what?? I just made it up, just then and there - but it is based on a true story - aaargh! Ex BF not getting the deal, you try and study, and they still annoy you!
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    They found her slumped there,
    her head lieing in a pool of blood.
    It was obvious at once,
    There was no hope for her now.
    He wondered to himself, as they lifted away her body,
    What dispare had filled her heart,
    What had made her feel, that she was alone.
    That she had no one to to turn to,
    Where were her family her friends when she needed them most?
    Had she called out to them, asking for them to stop her pain,
    Or had she suffered in silence, falling into that pit of dispare.
    Nobody will ever know.
    There was no note,
    She is but another nameless body,
    In a cold city of faceless strangers.

    Sorry it is really bad I know, I had to right something for school and this is what I came up with :confused:
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    during breakfast
    i dont eat
    i think about u

    during lunch
    i dont eat
    i think about u

    during dinner
    i dont eat
    i think about u

    at night
    i dont sleep
    ...im hungry

    (sounds better in french!)
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    The world is full of self obsession with anger and strain that leads to depression,
    the streets are dark with coldness in the air,
    there's nobody to comfort nobody to care.
    The trees sway gently by the wind and moves on down the stree through places which have sinned.

    As the coldness moves in and the icy roads appear,
    the moon shines brightly, letting go of fear.
    Then the view in the distance calmly disappears,
    as the rain falls heavily turning into tears.



    that was one of my poems for my English GCSE coursework (original writing) can't remember the rest of them, lol
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    look up at the stars as they shine brightly in the sky,
    and thnk that one day that will be me when it's time to die.
    Please do not weep, please do not cry for me for it's just not in the stars,
    i'll be everything you see.....


    can't remember the rest of it, lol
    but it was supposed to be metaphorical...
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    (Original post by Cellardore)
    look up at the stars as they shine brightly in the sky,
    and thnk that one day that will be me when it's time to die.
    Please do not weep, please do not cry for me for it's just not in the stars,
    i'll be everything you see.....
    That lovely. I can't do nice poems like that. Mine are always really really depressing.
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    (Original post by randdom)
    That lovely. I can't do nice poems like that. Mine are always really really depressing.
    Shame i can't remember the rest of it, lol
    But some people do stick to a particular genre. Like Johne Donne who just wrote love poems...
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    (Original post by Cellardore)
    Shame i can't remember the rest of it, lol
    But some people do stick to a particular genre. Like Johne Donne who just wrote love poems...
    Yeah mine are nearly always about death and loss as you will see with the one I posted above
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    i wrote this when i was pissed so its not that good, but i found it funny how i was writing poems whilst absolutely shitfaced:

    what can be loved without love?
    when love doesnt change?
    could we prevent change?
    by changing love do we change the world?
    would love be different?
    when do we believe?
    life isnt love without belief

    END
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    my lost love

    my love lives on the muntain-sid,
    i long to see her, but too high the mountains;
    helpless i hang my head and wet my gown
    with tears that flow like fountains.
    a scarf she gives me, gay with butterflies,
    what shall i give her? owls.
    i know not why, but much to my surprise
    she turns away and scowls.

    my love lives in the heart of town,
    i long to see her, but the crowd i fear;
    and as i gaze up helplessly
    tears trickle down my ear
    a pair of swallows, sketched, my gift from her;
    a stick of candied haws, her gift from me;
    angery, she truns her face away,
    i know not why and i am all at sea.

    my love lives on the river bank,
    i long to see her but the stream's too deep;
    helpless i **** my head, and tears
    into my lapel seep
    she gives me a golden watch-chain
    i give her an anti-biotic
    angery, she turns her face away,
    i know not why and start to feel nuerotic.

    my love lives in a rich man's house,
    i long to call there but i have no car;
    helpless i shake my head, and now my tears
    are scattered near and far
    she gives me roses, and a gift
    of coral snakes i make her;
    angery, she turns away from me---
    why? may the devil take her!!
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    Here I sit all broken hearted,
    Tried to ****, but only farted,

    Then one day, I took a chance,
    Tried to fart, but **** my pants.




    beautiful.......
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    While travelling to work one day on the bus
    I looked out the window, the view it was thus:
    All stuck to the pavement by forces of gravity,
    A festering sign of the stomach's depravity.
    To some it is known as the drinking man's croupe,
    To me it is known as a pile of puke.

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    The Dismissed

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Said the rooster to the hen.
    'Don't be daft, its in your head!'
    The hen quaffed in retort.

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Said the rooster to the lamb.
    'United we are strong!'
    Gushed the lamb with fluid ease.

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Said the rooster to the ox.
    'Our only threat is from the east!'
    Mused the ox in return.

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Said the rooster to the pig.
    'The Sky is not strong enough to topple us!'
    Willed the pig in response.

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Said the rooster to the rat.
    'We have no intelligence to say the like!'
    Bellowed the rat right back.

    'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'
    Screamed the rooster at the farmer.
    'We are the greatest, largest, and strongest farm, nothing can hurt us! We are invincible!'
    Said the farmer with his airs.

    The **** crowed at dawn
    across the muted silence
    of escapades seen through
    and of truth so dismissed
    The sky lay cloaked
    upon the farm, buried deep
    into its soil. They wept,
    those that lived, those that knew.
    The sacrifice for ignorance unjustified.
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    Tennos

    'Bring us Shakespere!' They cried
    And the crowd was pleased at this
    He brought tales of madmen, murder,
    of sin and undying love.
    But where is love now?
    The poet, he is gone.
    His words now forgotten.
    'Who needs love?' They say.
    For a few bucks, the girl on the corner
    will love you for a day.
    And for a few more dollars,
    A mere man can cure you of all troubles.
    I laugh at this.
    At the world around me.
    While the crowd banters on.
    Not knowing the meaning of it all,
    and the world around them.
    But I do, I know
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    meh, I know im going to cop a lot of flack for being a fashion plate, but this is something I wrote jointly with my three gay boyfriends one lonely afternoon watching the fashion channel which I posted a long time ago...

    Is it sad that I have love of my Prada?
    That I have enough Gucci to sink the Armada?
    That my wrists are adorned with Cartier flair?
    And I have Swarovski crystals a way through my hair?

    Is it so bad that I crave Dior gold?
    Or a pair of Manolo Blahniks to have and to hold?
    Am I so vein because I adore my Versace?
    And feel so attached to my hoard of Givenchy?

    That I adore Donna Karan and Sophia Loren?
    That id strive all my might to be as wealthy as them?
    Or all in my dreams that remains to be seen
    Are couture and gowns by Alexander McQueen?

    Am I so posh because I like Vera Wang?
    Or without Valentino I might as well hang?
    Because my world would end without some Escada?
    Because I cant live with out my Bhargava?

    Is it right to debase my beautiful face?
    Or that I pride my Armani above human race?
    Or that I think Galliano is not a nut case?

    Is it so bad that I miss when im gone,
    A pink leather bag by Yves Saint Laurent?
    That I crave Chanel earrings and a Vuitton purse?
    That my life without them would be considerably worse?

    I tell you my friends something that’s hearty,
    The price of a scarf by Stella Mc Cartney.
    That Dolce & Gabbana light up my day,
    Like the fur of a kitten in the very same way.

    This my friends is a call to you all,
    Telling you we are no trip to the mall
    Saying that vanity is no bargain at all.
    This is in fact a solemn ode,
    To the beautiful people and their lavish abodes.

    The call of the narcissus; the bawl of the yuppie.
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    i like that poem
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    God made coke
    God made pepsi
    God made YOU so goddam sexy!



    Ok, i haven't made it tho
 
 
 
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