Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd April 2019 7:15am
WINNER
SatInUGal (Kumar)
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RUNNER-UP: Selosa67

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4 Line Rhyme

poet Anonymous

Realise, an opportunity handing me
no need to take off the hat, tin foil
so if theyíre part of the royal family
Man and woman, Twiggy and Jim Royle

poet Anonymous

Inspiration, Iím not out of yet
sheís got some big Dís
and what comes after that for the alphabet?
Umm, show us them tit-Eís!

poet Anonymous

Words jumbled in my head
Iíll have something from the shop
Please, donít go yet
Thatís it, Iíll have a can of cock

poet Anonymous

Heís now showing that pattern
Haters claim they havenít
I mean, Gandalf falling off the wagon
claiming to be black riding a Nazgulís dragon

poet Anonymous

Chris Brown the way I move my feet
slide, one slap to Sedenís beer belly
Baby-mother love I see
Ricky is not who you hear yelling

poet Anonymous

Want to make you laugh and smile
just stood, a fucking motion
waiting for others freestyle
and I still havenít woke up

poet Anonymous

Legs high
ass dive into the toilet
Iím yet to get high
whyíd you wanna shut this noise up?

poet Anonymous

Rhymes like a Wii remote at the Queens chandelier
Through the screen canít see your look
And sure this tank is here
if time doesnít matter, forward is forward

poet Anonymous

Flying with the birds
when grounded, Have indestructible slippers
And Iíd be able to go church
if I didnít walk in and shout ďknickers!Ē

poet Anonymous

Iím hating rap
itís always the same dumb crap
I just want Ava Max
Iíve won putting shame on that

poet Anonymous

They looked for squirrels
Was supposed to cup their nuts
Meet me outside Lidlís
I luh-luh, fuck love blubber-butt

poet
Selosa67
Twisted Dreamer
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Running Pig

Screen door shuts
Hear repeated grunts
A pig runs through the house
Is he really chasing that mouse
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AEMelia564
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Tyrant of Words
Norway
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Thus dies, sheltering animus
of the underworld
When plastic will biodegrade
Too late (too late)

poet Anonymous

Another envelope of snail-mail
sheíll receive one happily
blink of an eye, skater falling with rail-bail
Did he just wank at me?

poet Anonymous

No rain for days, see their crew
Flem, not Del Boy spitting out a cigar
Right in their psyche, phew!
Youíd wish to get this far

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