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Post your poems here
they can be by you or just your favorite one

heres one i wrote like 5 minutes ago (jk not really more like 5 days making it)

Welcome to Nightmare

Fear is an emotion not given to any.

And yet this disease resides within many.

From what penumbra or hole did this curious creature crawl?

How can this tiny nuisance have the vitality to eradicate all?

In what melancholy man's mind what its realm created.

It devours the minds of the weak and awaits the reawakened.

Pain and suffering trumps truth and temperance here.

The screaming silence exists for all years.

You feel as if it is to be taken lightly so you charge head first,

With delusion of grandeur your heart begins to burst.

Instead of colors only blood is your sight

As the sandman creeps before you and decomposes your worthless life.

Your friends turn to dolls and your family to stone.

There is no one to save you and you are now all alone.

Your body turns to luscious dust since you wanted to be a fighter.

Now you are a nest for the queen spider.

You jolt from the realm of which you cannot forget

Your fears now purged from your mind in the form of glacial sweat.

You dare not hide your fears again for if you do beware.

This time the sandman will drag you from your feet to his lair.

Welcome to Nightmare.

One time, I ate this pear
and it was kinda sour.
Fuck Pears.

I once knew a man of class

He had great balls of brass

But in bad wheather they clinged together

And sparks flew out his ass.

There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who got on a bus bound for Ealing
It said at the door
"Dont spit on the floor"
So he carefully spat on the ceiling

Here's one of my own:

I originally wrote it for a friend who had low self confidence. The poem, is to of course raise your self confidence. I got the idea of a leaf on the wind from the mantra of the Japanese kamikaze pilots. I wanted to catch that fearlessness of life that they had as they chanted their mantra, knowing they were going to die.

(Note: all rights reserved on my poetry and yadda yadda yadda)

It is eight-thirty
Why am I on Know Your Meme?
Haikus are so gay

Haikus; What the Hell?
They don't make any sense at all
Refrigerator

2 poems:

1. Shortest poem ever: Fleas (I know this one by heart)

Adam
Had 'em

2.

Edit: OH WAIT! THREE!

From Super Mario RPG (lol that rhymes)

I wrote the following some odd years ago for a contest in English class. We had to write a wedding toast in the style of the Canterbury Tales (having a narrative, framing said narrative, rhyming couplets), and we'd vote on who had the best poem. I actually won, and got $40 from it. :D

Greetings, fine mortals, there's no need to fear
Though it is quite odd that I would be here,
You all know me well, so don't hold your breath
I am the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death.

I met Jim McDougall when he was a kid
For there was a rather strange thing that he did,
He buried his pet, a hamster, alive!
So with cloak and scythe I had to arrive,
When there came his mother to panic and shout
"What have you done? Let the poor thing out!"
Jim jumped up and said with glee,
"But Mom, I was planting a hamster tree!"
I laughed and I laughed much more than I'd like
For during that fit I was hit by a bike!
I tumbled downhill with a cry of dismay,
And swore I would get my revenge one day.

Years and years later, I remembered that pain
When Jim fell in love with a lady named Jane,
I found him next to a hospital bed,
Fearing that Jane, from disease, would be dead,
I laughed and prepared to take Jane's life
Then Jim asked her to be his wife,
She had no words as she was asleep
Knowing I stood there, ready to reap,
But their love and sorrow brought me a new light
Of course I would kill them, just not that night,
As wrath and revenge brings no good resolution
(Besides, I was late for Saddam's execution!)

So we toast, fine mortals, there's no need to fear
I won't reap this couple for many a year,
Instead save your pity for Jim's grandma Beth
It seems that she only has five seconds left.

@Hitla, seriously that was great

i was playing red dead redemption
i got my gun out
before 3 seconds passed i ended one of gods creations
but then i remembered, it was a game
his very existence was meaningless
pointless
he wasnt of any significance
like the guy who ended his life

i just made this one up.
what do you guys think about it?

The world is a happy, wonderful place
Then everyone died.
The end.

>wipes away tear<
fuckin beatiful man

lol. this is so much better than a local cafe night.

karma for everyone

This one was made by my step brother's late father

The little birdie in the snow

With one wing broke he could not go

I took him in and fed him bread

And then I smashed his little head.

sighs
HotTea has already seen my poetry.
BTW, this is an old poem…and sorry if it stinks. :P

My death may come sooner then you think, it may come as fast as you blink.

It might not be today or tomorrow, but all I know you will feel no sorrow.

The days will pass when I'm not there, but none of you would even care.

All you see is laughter and a smile, never actaully feeling all the while.

No emotions in my heart, you already gone and torn it apart.

So when I'm gone and you don't see, all I want is you to remember me.

I suppose I can reach into my little book of poetry and pull something out.

Here's something I'm not entirely ashamed of:

My doubts and all my worries lie before in the sand
I threw my troubles to the water but washed back up to land
The funeral marches closer as they’re striking up the band
And it’s more than I can handle, won’t you please give me your hand?

Not a word was spoken as I gave in to demand
They threw my things into the fire as the growing flames were fanned
Both my legs are bent and broken, I can hardly even stand
And it’s more than I can handle, won’t you please give me your hand?

I can hear the voices screaming, “That’s the sinner, that’s the man
Who spoke so loud of changes in this flawless, sacred land.”
From the day I came into this world, they told me I was damned
And it’s more than I can handle, won’t you please give me your hand?

I suppose that it is futile to ask for help when I am damned
The mob draws near, the people cheer, a crowd so large and grand
And yet I cannot help but feel that my untimely death was planned
As there’s only air I’m grasping as I reach out for your hand.

This could have been avoided, I hope you understand.

I stand alone in the darkest room of my mansion,
Far beyond the entrance and out of view from any exit.
I can see nothing, hear everything, and my smile,
Gleaming white light from my non-existent soul
Shines brightly but is unnoticed by everyone
In this dark room with me.

I sit on the creaky bed, the only furniture found in this dark room.
Still smiling, still shining, still unnoticed.
A flurry of dust and memories rise from the sheets,
A sign of how often I visit this room.
The bed creaks loudly as I settle, a welcome invitation
That appeals to my emotions and provides for much needed company
In this dark room with me.

My eyes adjust to the room; still too dark to see
These toys, accomplishments, treasures, achievements.
They all mean nothing and go unnoticed in this place,
But I prefer to keep it that way.
Everyone I know and will come to know is equal
In this dark room with me.

Laughter escapes my mouth as I lay down on the creaky bed,
Another creak or two resonating with the laughter as we sing a two-part harmony.
Oh how I wish I could light a fire to light this eternity
And bring about the boundaries to the infinite that is perceived
In this dark room with me.

I close my heavy eyelids and see my family,
All of them posing for a picture in the year 1964.
Was I born yet or did they die already?
All I know is that the answer will never be revealed
And forgiveness will never be my reality
In this dark room with me.

Edit:
tl;dr – I'm going to sleep in a dark room.

Roses are red,
Something is blue,
STFU and who the fuck are you?!

i should write a book.

I hate Poetry
Also I looked at goaste…

Anything by Spike Milligan

She refused to love me
The others laughed out of spite
I don't think I can survive
Another lonely night

I don't deserve her love
I deserve to die
Why do I even bother?
Why do I even try?

As the others throw me
Into the dirt and grit
I am reminded of why they mock me
For writing faggy emo shit.

The rising sun will eventually set.
A newborns life will fade.
From sun to moon moon to sun.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia poem writes you!

You are waiting for a train,
a train that will take you far a way.
You know where you hope this train will take you,
but you can't be sure.
But it doesn't matter because you'll be together.

Here I sit so broken hearted

I tried to shit but I only farted

Mellow is the Queen
She has all of the Karma
What the f*ck is this?