Poetry competition CLOSED 18th October 2013 4:26pm
WINNER
SirCreepy (Colten Sorrells)
SirCreepy (Colten Sorrells)
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and DystopianMelody
The worst from you
Anonymous
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Anonymous
"Write a bad poem,ugly structures and bad language and you will win"
Ah great...no losers here. Just a big fight over the ONE cup to be awarded.
Roses are pretty violets are not...what are you all looking at?....
This competition sucks...My hand's cramping up!
I hope I win so I can bury this alive!...Why are you still reading this?
We all know this sucks!
My eyes my eyes
Hurt from reading this myself
Bad enough? :D
This competition sucks...My hand's cramping up!
I hope I win so I can bury this alive!...Why are you still reading this?
We all know this sucks!
My eyes my eyes
Hurt from reading this myself
Bad enough? :D
Anonymous
Paper Napkins
Her wide doe eyes spilled out her rejection
…she was a slut but no one’s whore
His bear paw hands tore at her panties
…her arousal flowed like a runny sore
He hated breasts, so much time wasted on clasps
…he was all meat and potatoes, get in and get out
She hated dicks, smelled like pee and stale soap
…her girlfriend was German; fantasied eating her sauerkraut
They were as compatible as electricity and water
….she was north and he was deep south
She told him it was over, gathered her panties to go
…he must have felt it too, he hung limp from her mouth
Her wide doe eyes spilled out her rejection
…she was a slut but no one’s whore
His bear paw hands tore at her panties
…her arousal flowed like a runny sore
He hated breasts, so much time wasted on clasps
…he was all meat and potatoes, get in and get out
She hated dicks, smelled like pee and stale soap
…her girlfriend was German; fantasied eating her sauerkraut
They were as compatible as electricity and water
….she was north and he was deep south
She told him it was over, gathered her panties to go
…he must have felt it too, he hung limp from her mouth
fuck me gently with a chainsaw
if you want some flowers or chocolate from me
where did all the dexters go?
i watched the end and still don't know
but in malibu did daddy dick a magic shack crack house mc
who really wants little pink houses for you and me?
i like em big and black
like i like my tumors.
if you want some flowers or chocolate from me
where did all the dexters go?
i watched the end and still don't know
but in malibu did daddy dick a magic shack crack house mc
who really wants little pink houses for you and me?
i like em big and black
like i like my tumors.
Sometimes shit seems so similar
blurred out of focus my mind turns to shit.
The fuck am I thinking now?
Beaten like a dog,
you're in tears
because the dog's bitten back.
Punch drunk punk with a pompous attitude
hail me king shit and leave my ego unchecked.
Don't you look down on me, motherfucker
I'll see your judgement and raise you a right
locked into my sight knocked out.
Turn away, I'm done.
I'll down another schooner and be on my way.
It's always a shitfight to the Bar.
blurred out of focus my mind turns to shit.
The fuck am I thinking now?
Beaten like a dog,
you're in tears
because the dog's bitten back.
Punch drunk punk with a pompous attitude
hail me king shit and leave my ego unchecked.
Don't you look down on me, motherfucker
I'll see your judgement and raise you a right
locked into my sight knocked out.
Turn away, I'm done.
I'll down another schooner and be on my way.
It's always a shitfight to the Bar.
Anonymous
It aint so bad after all
and, so it was
that we were, yet were not
I told the world to fuck off, for an instant
I got lost answering the question
wondering if you were gonna provide a solution
and damn if you didn't
waltzed right past me, like a circus act
a one man band
aint nothing worth wanting, gonna be easy
but, hey
we didn't lose, did we?
so let 'em all hear our last laughs
they can kiss my ass!
and, so it was
that we were, yet were not
I told the world to fuck off, for an instant
I got lost answering the question
wondering if you were gonna provide a solution
and damn if you didn't
waltzed right past me, like a circus act
a one man band
aint nothing worth wanting, gonna be easy
but, hey
we didn't lose, did we?
so let 'em all hear our last laughs
they can kiss my ass!
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you
Seeing you each and every day just makes me feel sick
I hate the fucking sight of you, you stupid fucking prick
Why don't you do us all a favour and go get yourself fucked
Infact why don't you go play with traffic and get hit by bus or truck
You know how much i hate you, you,ve known for quite a while
And don't give me any of your bullshit, your depressed and you can't smile
Cos i know the truth behind your lies, each and every one
Cos i've known you long enough, you know where you belong
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you and you i'd love to slaughter
And the only thing thats stopping me is being the father of your daughter
Seeing you each and every day just makes me feel sick
I hate the fucking sight of you, you stupid fucking prick
Why don't you do us all a favour and go get yourself fucked
Infact why don't you go play with traffic and get hit by bus or truck
You know how much i hate you, you,ve known for quite a while
And don't give me any of your bullshit, your depressed and you can't smile
Cos i know the truth behind your lies, each and every one
Cos i've known you long enough, you know where you belong
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you and you i'd love to slaughter
And the only thing thats stopping me is being the father of your daughter
Anonymous
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The Good Bad Poem
So I'm going to write a jingle
To make you cringe and tingle
To mind rape you in the eyes
As you read my lyrical crime
Hard
Rough
Deep in your bloody sockets with gore dripping off your hanging eyeballs
With an evil laugh by the voices in your head that makes your skin crawl
So...
Fuck your standards of lyrical perfection
I'll blow this like a pornstar on her knees
Spit it out and let it start a plaguing infection
The naysayers can kiss my ass and eat my shit
My artistic vision is sometimes rough but I won't quit
Learn to like it rough
Like a sub to a dom
I ain't much fer proper language
Whur I'm from
So I'm going to write a jingle
To make you cringe and tingle
To mind rape you in the eyes
As you read my lyrical crime
Hard
Rough
Deep in your bloody sockets with gore dripping off your hanging eyeballs
With an evil laugh by the voices in your head that makes your skin crawl
So...
Fuck your standards of lyrical perfection
I'll blow this like a pornstar on her knees
Spit it out and let it start a plaguing infection
The naysayers can kiss my ass and eat my shit
My artistic vision is sometimes rough but I won't quit
Learn to like it rough
Like a sub to a dom
I ain't much fer proper language
Whur I'm from
when still seas conspire against rubbish
the flight of the icarus punches the bush
night-time tales, blue like the azure, purple like the hair dye
you imagine whales and there tooth-brush bristle teeth
you could make a big bottle-brush with those teeth
666, the number after a succession; it follows 665
if you didn't know, pinocchio probably was the devil
I wonder how many bar-stools you could make
sawing of a few feet of that nose
the catcher of the pie eats his way to the pie-tin
selfish bastard, wallowing in pi
3.14159265359
fee-fi-fo-fum - hmm… interesting
the flight of the icarus punches the bush
night-time tales, blue like the azure, purple like the hair dye
you imagine whales and there tooth-brush bristle teeth
you could make a big bottle-brush with those teeth
666, the number after a succession; it follows 665
if you didn't know, pinocchio probably was the devil
I wonder how many bar-stools you could make
sawing of a few feet of that nose
the catcher of the pie eats his way to the pie-tin
selfish bastard, wallowing in pi
3.14159265359
fee-fi-fo-fum - hmm… interesting
