THE CLUB #4

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

Ink seems to flow
From my fingertips
As I seem to write
The story of many
Who have seem
To have died a
Tragic way

3. Crime/prison

I am sitting in this cage
of unstability, of not knowing
what is happening next, of
being a part of a plan
that I didn't agree on, of
hiding behind excuses and
falling in love
with more wardens.

4. homlessness

I'm the most homeless I could be
now that you're faraway.
When you come back, I'll move
in to you, and I'll be warm again

5 Rhyme.

Swallows splash a few drops
of water on the shore
as a fish flops
for a few last times and no
more

6. Category: sad

Did you know that if
you smile
just a little
that if you show your
teeth just
a little,
they take your syrian
nationality away
from you?

7. Furniture

A chair is a chair,
you rest your ass on it,
you stand on it to reach the shelves,
you work out on it (don't ask how)
you have sex on it,
you put your bag on it
after you come back home
and when it accidently 
touch your toe,
you kick it.
You're such a heartless pervert.

8. About PnQ

Brown, pale forums,
I hid my secrets in you.
Don't tell how much of a reckless
teenager I once was.

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

Ask me what I hate,
and all I answer you in one
haiku:

Formed, forced poetry
that holds no flow and no damn
meaning. Period.

2. Stationery

He's a surgeon today.

Fingers clinching scalpels,
cramming the bits
of malignant tumor outside the
patients chest where
organs are nested, half-dead.
Then the scissors
do their thing. He takes them,
trying to keep himself
tranquil, he cuts the fiber
attentively, then completes the
stitches, sterilizes
the wound, checks the bruises.
He's done it and
he's proud.

Tomorrow, maybe,
he'll be a teacher, reading
hundreds of papers and
tending to little children, 

or a musician
or a dancer
or a tax-payer

but never himself again.

3. Crime/prison

You little criminal you
licking the inner walls of my chocolate
jar with your sharp edge
I'll clean you up with my tongue
and throw you to the sink
to rot

4. homlessness

A homeless is a writer
deprived of his pen

5. Rhyme.

Rhyme, I'm no expert
at making things rhyme
out of the blue
I have no clue what to do
and most important of all,
I have no time.

6. Category: sad

Anywhere but here.
Take me anywhere,
to your tired chest,
to the tips of your fingers
that are kneaded with dirt,
to your lips that no longer say
but bitter things,
to your tottering feet
that walked a long way
to your hopelessness and fear
but don't leave me here

7. Furniture

I really have to go to bed
but I smell a win cooking and
I won't give up on my team

8. About PnQ

I've been a member since 2009
and I'll stay a member till 2090
because this place is my sanctuary

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

Do you think I'm able
to write a free verse
to write a formed verse?
I'm sick of verses.
By the way, what is the word that
rhymes with verse?
Maybe I can use it in the rhyme
prompt.

Okay, this is an acrostic, then.
Please, all I've been doing for the last 4 hours to
popping out crap poetry that
somehow resembles my face that's not been washed today yet.

2. Stationery

You're an eraser
hungry to swallow my identity
but problem is
my poetry is written
in ink and blood

3. Crime/prison

It's a real crime
to stay awake for continuous
24 hours, just to write 
for a poetry contest.

4. homlessness

Worst thing about
being homeless is that
you don't have wifi

5. Rhyme.

Rain runs through a drain
this is so damn plain
I really need to sleep
numbness started to creep
through my fingers
the light of this screen 
will linger
for the next few days
in my brain

6. Category: sad

Not ready to
give birth to this misery
on this sheet of paper
no
not yet

7. Furniture

The door is always closed
and she cries all alone
I wish I knew her secret.

8. About PnQ

PnQ members are all
busy writing for this marathon
while ddavidd
discusses politics

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

My friend is coming
over and I'm scared I'll keep
counting syllables

while I talk to him.
These damn haikus are just too
tiring for me.

2. Stationery

Probably
probably when the libraries 
are closed
and the rain is falling
and people are hiding under
their umbrellas, in taxies,
between their warm sheets,
throwing letters and scented papers
away
probably
only then
you will remember us

3. Crime/prison

I want to kill this 
spider and cut it to pieces
and see what's inside of his
sophisticated, little body

4. homlessness

Homeland,
can I rest my head against
your shoulder?
Can I kiss every crack 
in every street
in this city?
Will you hold me one more
time before this rifle
and this hatred
kill us both?

5. Rhyme.

I'm laying on the floor
because it's hot in here
can't stand the heat anymore
will get up and grab a beer

6. Category: sad

He only calls me
after 00:00

she thought 

He might not even like my body,
just my voice

she thought

7. Furniture

I've put you in a frame
and tucked you in a napkin
and layed you there
in my closet
and locked it

you're mine forever

8. About PnQ

Sometimes people think
I'm going insane
when I log into PnQ
and start giggling to myself

. Formed poem included in a free verse.

Alright, if you could
see what this form is, then you
surely are so smart.

2. stationery

My pen just died
I killed it with too many
metaphors
that make no sense

3. Crime/prison

I feel like choking every
thin-waisted bitch that shows on TV
and advertises a diet pill.

4. homlessness

Home is the feeling I have
after every short conversation
with you on the phone

5. Rhyme.

This sky can still bear
our prayers
to a god that is standing there
clear and bare

6. Category: sad

Fat fat fat
I am just that

7. Furniture

This house is full of 
tables, couches, beds, doors,
I also have a big TV.
But it still feels empty,
as I lay here alone on the floor,
you see.

8. About PnQ

PnQ is the diary
that gives you a lot of friends
too

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

This window no longer
welcomes fresh air. We need new air,
new lungs, we need a breeze
that doesn't smell of despair.
We need so many things, like new
hearts
that don't break, new eyes because
the ones we have
have witnessed so much death

and most of all, we
need a god inside each one
of us. We need it.

2. stationery

Sand in my toenails
sand in my bikini
sand in my eyes
and a pen in my hand
I should write only
some more

3. Crime/prison

Hey, you,
screaming in your lonely dungeon.
I've heard your screech last
night. I've heard it and it cut deep
inside my soul
and stuck in there.

4. homlessness

No home
for the traitor
no home

5. Rhyme.

Brown leaves flying everywhere
getting whisked away by
the frosty air
it's not fair
to sit all lonely
in such a cold autumn evening

6. Category: sad

Her mascara stained
the dress she saved for months
to buy
as she ran away crying
knowing nothing could impress him.

7. Furniture

To move out of your house
saying goodbye
to the old walls, to the doorsill
that learnt your steps 
by heart

is the worst feeling ever

8. About PnQ

This site sets you free
gives you the ability
to be
someone you want to be

. Formed poem included in a free verse.

Tire is bribing my eyes
to sleep and the lights are off
and I can hear
the clock ticking and ticking
so annoyingly above my head

can I have a bit
of peacefulness, please? Just for
one night, I promise.

2. statinery

Papers and memories
flying together in perfect
harmony 
inside a poet's heart

3. Crime/prison

Iron bars are unbreakable
only if 
you believe so

4. homlessness

I miss you, home.
Tell me, have they reached you yet?
Did they break your doors
and used the wood to 
warm their cold cold hearts?

5. Rhyme.

abby
is so fabby
she has written about boobs
and fart
and she has a golden heart

6. Category: sad

No dinner tonight
same old empty plate 
won't be stained
with bits of food
not tonight

7. Furniture

The fridge is the most tempting
at night. Just one bite
two bites
come on the whole cake
oh there's an apple there
two apples
two apricots
and I'm as full as a snake
who just swallowed down
an elephant

8. About PnQ

I should've written this poem
for the Home prompt
because that's what PnQ is.
Home.

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

Alright, if you could
see what this form is, then you
surely are so smart.

2. stationery

My pen just died
I killed it with too many
metaphors
that make no sense

3.
A little girl's crime was
to have
Stabbed her mommy dead
The sad thing was
She was sleep walking and killed
Her twin sister instead
So they called her a psychopath

4.
I've seen lots of homeless women
Begging for their 2nd chance
But it still makes me sad
That my birth mom used to be one
too

5.
I'm not so bad
Just a little sad
This is a world filled
with never ending darkness
So sue me I'm a little sad

6.
Today is the last day
The mortgage is due today
We have no money
So I guess it's off with my head

7.
The answering machine
Beeped and a message
replayed
"Sorry babe I was stupid
It'll never happen again
It was a one night stand
You shouldn't have been home
so late
You should've stayed at your parents
Can you please forgive me?"
What a snake!
She thought as she comes home
from his funeral

8.
Abby
Noura
Narph
Nicko
Thank you all for welcoming me
into this ship
It's rocky now since I'm still new
But I just wanted to say thank you
And I'm glad I joined in twenty-ten

1.
Steph I love you
Bitchy as you are
I'm your joker
And you're my lil
demonic sis

No you're not really my sis
Yet I seem to love you and New York is your fav spot

2.
A laptop filled to the brink
With poems never published
A thousand cries avoided
Because she couldn't seem to
open up

3.
Mommy, daddy is sorry
I heard him tell me he was
last night
He came to me in a dream
He wasn't bloody like last time
Crying he said it was all his fault
For hurting you for years on end
The words and the cuts and bruises
that marked
Your very skin that's what he said
It's alright mommy he's glad he's dead
He's just sorry you had to pay the price
and rot in this place
Called a prison ward

4.
She's homeless
For daring to bare his child
Carrying a bundle wherever she
goes
She's never truly alone

5.
Wings mark her skin
And the thing is it was made by a pin
It hurt for day on end
But now they have a beautiful color tin

6.
Sad melodies
Triggers the depression
Which doesn't help
A fallen soul on her
Last days

7.
The bed looks so lonely
So I slept on it yesterday
Today I don't know
Maybe the sofa will be nice
Since the cutting hurts

8.
People here are nice
Well they vary from
Naughty and nice
But the majority are nice
Which is why I like this site
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1.
Today is my last day
I work no more
Till another miracle
Will seem to bloom and grow

Sadly
Help
Is a small thing in this world
Tragic really

2.
Use a pen that has no ink
Pen on your skin
And there will make a mark
Of your own creation

3.
The lady from the book
The Scarlet Letter seemed
to sin
She had a child out of wedlock
But the sad thing is she
screwed the priest
And kept him clean
Even when she was imprisoned
in a jail cell

4.
My family is poor
Tis is true
We don't have a lot
Some days we have so many
doubts
And even with me working
It never seems to be enough

5.
My heart is breaking
As I was nothing but a fling
O that treacherous fool
If the last thing I do is rule
That bloody mule!

6.
I don't know how we'll live
The contract is up
So now how will be live?
I have no choice but to sin

7.
Static the TV seems to give
Flipping through channels
It keeps repeating my struggles

8.
The clubs are awesome
Different people different backgrounds
We all share the love of poetry
So I guess that's enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1.
Brother I seem to be but a mystery
It's not my fault
I just don't like humanity sticking their nose
Where it doesn't belong

I'm sorry
That my life is an utter misery

2.
Ink drips from this vein
It seems to make unique
Poetry but sometimes
It just bleeds
chaos

3.
I went to prison
For doing the right thing
Murdering someone is a sin
That I know but it was
Self defense I swear
Yet the jury didn't believe the facts
That's alright if it meant
Saving my daughter from her
Abusive daddy then it's okay

4.
The streets are filled
With people with no homes
I give a dollar maybe five
Sometimes because I know I'll be
Them one day

5.
Hey did you seem to hear
That she seemed to kill a peer?
It was all over a damn beer
That and a given leer
What sheer tear
Seem to veer

6.Daughters were what I seemed to have
Truly desired to have sired
I didn't have that dream come true
Due to the fact that she is now dead

7.
Sitting on the sofa
Staring at the raging fire
Memories arise
From the cold part of her mind
The desire
The hatred
The plotting that seemed to consume her

8.
Sometimes this place is home
Yet other times it's war
So I stay far away
But normally I visit it
Because I seem to fit in

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1.
The quality of my poetry
sucks
I keep making poems but they suck
I'm a duck in a pond of swans

Darn shame I
Admit but still
My mind still thinks
No one can seem to change it

2.
A stapler is what I use
To put together
Yesterday and today
In my mind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3.) crime
IT'S A CRIME
to be this motivated
at smashing people
with our poetry.

4.) homelessness
All alone
we sat, wondering
when the next shipment
of refrigerators would come.
There boxes are palaces
for a homeless street king.

5.) rhyme
Under da sea
the water fleas
bite and shake
and make the water
quake.

6.) sad
how every time
I see a mirror,
I think,
what tragedy to be born
me.

7.) furniture
I like couches with ripped up sides
from cats who'd like
to scratch and scratch and scratch
and then burrow
inside.

8.) PNQ
PNQ
what a place are you
sometimes so quiet
I want to strip naked
and run through
your empty halls.

1.) form inside free

I'd sit for days,
stretched in the canopy
of the sunlight, wishing for

a book, a look, or
a loving hand to hold mine,
someone else alone.

2.) stationary
her letter comes
drenched in glitter,
a firework
cackling HAPPY
as I sneeze
at the sight of too much
glamor.

3.) crime

I took a knife
and carved the very last
banana,
just so no one else
could taste it's pale white
flesh.
Cannibalism? Violence?
who knows. Send me to prison,
see if I care.

4.)homeless

Ripped jeans and
carts stacked
with unmentionables,
this is how poverty lives
concrete to concrete
wandering a lonely path.

5.) rhyme

diddly dum, diddly doo
I took a train to kalamazoo
and there I saw a lady scream
for more delicious ice cream

6.) sad

I'm unfortunate, that's sure
a bouncing mess
of insecurity
waiting for Romeo,
expecting poison.

7.) furniture

This old chair
held my grandfathers
soft and wilting body
in the hours before
he left this world
forever.

8.) PNQ

I'd like to say
that writing this many poems was easy.
But I think
I'm dying,
PNQ, you're killing me
Please stop.

1.) form inside free

We'd take our drinks
with extra vodka
and no
Interestingly
Clear
Exoskeletons,
of ice

2.) stationary
I like staplers
that clip together
the letters
of life, a clear
and tangible
contact.

3.)crime/prison

If I were in prison
I'd make like crazy eyes
peeing on the floor
and smiling
at the comfort
of convenient
toilets.

4.) homeless/poverty

We keep our coins
locked in our pockets
because nothing else feels
quite as warm when homeless,
as the comfortable jangling
of possessed money

5.) rhyme

I could rhyme all day
not good ones, but
I'm here to stay.
You might not like
the way they sound,
you might want me buried
under the ground

6.) sad

My poetry makes me sad,
but winning would make me glad
what a struggle that
conundrum is.

7.) furniture

Lamps have lovely
little wicks
of light
seeping from
their covers
onto the armchair,
my feet,
and my book.

8.) PNQ

Oh, oh oh, we write all day
and ho ho ho we want to
go away.

1.) form inside free

Forms inside of free
are difficult for me,
I've no idea what form to use
anymore, maybe

If I was good at
Making better acrostics, this
Poem wouldn't sound

so bad.

2.) stationary

This pen is all you need,
to tell me how you feel.
Either write me a love note,
or draw bad things on my face.
Either way,
I'll know.

3.) Crime

What a crime, oh what
a disastrous crime
this poem is...
to even call it a poem!
I should be in prison.

4.) homelessness

The homelessness
of hermit crabs
must a be a new
feeling
of exposed
irregularity.

5.) rhyme

I like people
who make steeples
with their hands
and wiggle them to and fro,
while they smile
and their laugh grows.

6.) sad

It makes me sad,
how I've already written
so many rounds,
and I still have to double check
what the rules are for
entry number 6

7.) furniture

I've run out of furniture,
honestly,
what else is so furnite
as a couch or a chair?

8.) PNQ

Much like my mind
this place has come alive
with people madly posting
who then, likewise
have slowly died.

1.) formed in free

who is good at these?
honestly, can someone
teach me how
to make
better

Piles
Of
Excrement
Made of
Silly words?

2.) stationary

At the station,
she stood
stationary
and pulled out
stationary
to write a last
goodbye.

3.) crime

I took the last peach,
It was a crime,
it just sitting there
in the bowl, looking
at me, all fresh.

4.) poverty

poverty sits
in my future, a
black crow
watching
as my college loans
pile up around me.

5.) rhyme

I'd like to quit,
but if I did
I couldn't sit
and think of all
the poems I
wouldn't be
writing.

6.) sad

Suddenly, two
tears come streaming down
her face, an homage
to how much she misses
the ocean.

7.) furniture

Take a table, set it up
and sit there
with HGTV,
wishing you
had another.

8.) PNQ

Who, oh who can write
non stop, except for Britt?
I can't
I can't
I can't, PNQ,
I'm sorry.

1.) form inside free

Inching along the ground
A solitary soldier
Needing another
Trinket of food
to give her queen.

2.) stationary

I'd eat pens
all day, my mouth
coated black,
a hint of ink
dribbling from the corner
of my lips.

3.) crime

I killed someone
with a big old stick,
I called it the club,
and now PNQ
is sending me to jail.

4.) homelessness

the homeless crow
can't find a place
to sit and rest
his weary black
wings.

5.) rhyme

I like bread
so much, I think
I'll put it on
my head
instead
of eating it.

6.) sad

A sad smile
glistens at her lips,
watching Titanic,
cause everyone needs
a good cry.

7.) furniture

I like couches
that let you sink heavy
into the immediacy
of their cushions,
and where long lost items
jab playfully
at your back.

8.) PNQ

We were wonders, all of us,
a sea of poetic dreamers
taking flight
and now, look how we fuss
and fight
to write as many crap poems
as possible.

1.) form in free

The train shakes,

as it coasts along
the tracks, an endless weaving
of left right lilting

all the way to boston.

2.) stationary

is a computer stationary?
What happens to books
when paper becomes
obsolete? These
are things I wonder
about.

3.) crime/prison

I put that fish in prison, see,
a little old bowl,
a plastic castle
to remind him
of the ruling
human elite.

4.) poverty

I'd be poor, indeed,
impoverished, if all
I had to do all day
were normal people things.
Not making my eyes burn,
and fingers bleed
madly typing out
poetry.

5.) rhyme

A fish goes blub
and somewhere in another place,
a man named bub
eats a cod sandwich.

6.) sad

I could cry, if it'll make
you pay attention to me.
I'm not sad for any reason
but thinking you don't care.

7.) furniture

Footstools
are the most
under appreciated
furniture
I can think of.
Seriously,
why?

8.) PNQ

Ok, that's it,
I'm off to work, but
yeesh, PNQ
You ought to get out more.
Really.

1.) form inside free
Under the stairs,
the guarded stare
of a
Conniving little
Adorable, fluff
Tinderbox
awaiting
my affection.

2.) stationary
At this point, poetry
is a chore,
and I'd like
to scratch my eyes out
with pencils.

3.)
He went to prison
for being too pretty
now he's the king
of the criminals.

4
We're all homeless, really
no one really owns
anything
not even
ourselves.

5
The dog was on the grass
It stopped
and sniffed at me, and so
I raised my glass.

6
Sometimes I feel sad
that I won't ever
have the pleasure
of stroking my own
long,
luxurious
beard.

7
When you go for lunch,
your sweaty bum
peels loudly
off the office chair.

8
Poems, poems,
and a few people
I really don't
understand.
But many I love.
That's what PnQ is,
I guess.

1
Writing poems has me
feeling that
This is a struggle
A new ridiculous task,
hello struggle bus.
I say, waving.

2
Pencil and paper
were meant for people
who care to craft their poetry
and sit and work their words
like artists mixing paint.
This is why I use
a computer.

3
The crime of our generation:
stealing the Starbucks wifi
without buying a coffee.

4
Homeless people
are not me,
so I don't know how
to write about it
intelligently.

5
Trees
and bees,
these
are things
of nature.

6
The tragedy
of the lonely dog
desperately trying
to sniff the poo across the lawn
but his leash is too short.

7
As I sit in the dappled shade
two humping flies
arrive to procreate
next to me.
How rude of them,
get your own bench.

8
We were once
pioneers of poetry,
tapping out new verses
and posting
to an immediate
Hoorah!
Now we crouch like vultures
waiting for a little red number,
hungry for attention.

1
Trees
are growing
from the side walk,
it would seem.
What happens when
they grown to thick/
Are they
Chopped into bits,
Ugly stumps left like awkward
Tourists?

2
We struggle to find
enough printer paper
to print the cat pictures
we want to hang
around our room.

3. Crime/prison

He is a murderer
and she doesn't know
she won't realize it
until her body is twitching
in his hands

4. homlessness

On a Saturday night,
everyone leaves home
and dances
except this girl
with glasses

5. Rhyme.

nothing is inspiring enough
around me
and I can't write anymore
maybe I should just lie on the floor
and write monologues

6. Category: sad

The waitress always brings
you what you wish,
ever thought about inviting
her to a cup of coffee?

7. Furniture

The whole damn house
needs mopping
and I'm here sitting on the
couch
writing the damn poems
for the damn battle

8. About PnQ

I swear I won't log in
here
again
in a year

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

What are you talking about?
Holy crap! There's no time for
a formed piece now. We have only
two hours left!

Oh did I just write an acrostic
I think I did.

2. statinery

pens papers pencils
I toss everything
to the ground and
start weeping on my desk

3.
It's a damn crime
to make so many
god damn poems
in one bloody day
Guess it's just time
for good Chinese food!

4.
Paupers they were called
In the years before
Instead of saying
Poor people they were
Paupers strangely I remember
Because I read a book long ago
What? You don't read?
A damn shame hun

5. Must include at least one rhyme.

I felt like quite an ass
when I took a First Aid class
and broke a needle's glass
You can bet I didn't pass

6. Category : sad

Is it sad
how terribly sad I feel
for all the other clubs?

Probably not.

7. include a piece of furniture

I lied before when I said
we moved out all the furniture
a week too soon-
we've still got a bed,
but I sort of wish we didn't.

8. write a poem about this site!!

If one thing can be said about
the members of TC:
Not one of us likes losing,
and we won't, I guarantee!

1. formed poem - but must be placed inside a free style poem. So write a normal poem, but add in a form somewhere throughout the poem.

I'm a bit of a cheapskate,
it's true.
I like efficiency,
but I like it quick.
Nothing irritates me more
than someone who dilly-dallies
on a timed task.

Then again, I seem
to be the slowest poster
in all of TC

So I guess I should get used to
my medicine's taste.

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

Did anyone
at any time
really think
a feather &
a jar of ink
-separated-
could ever
be the best
use of both?

3. Include a crime, or mention prison, or both!

Darren's a sweetie
and would never think
to sneak around the rules,
but TC's never been one for
walking the straight and narrow.
If cleverness is a crime... we're all guilty.
Miss Rainbow failed to mention
one poem per post, and yes,
we certainly triple checked.
If we win, we'll win with
all tricks played.

4. Mention homelessness, or poverty.

You know, my cat was homeless.
We tend not to think of animals like that,
but he was down on his luck,
hobbling the streets
and begging where he could
for what he could.
Thank God for strangers who give a damn.

5.
My love
Is like a dead dove
A mess and bloody oh well
She's not in hell

6.
Urgh poetry is dead!
Art isn't because of the different
forms to make
Tagging nowadays is art
If you can believe that ridiculous shit

7.
I open the drawers
to the office
Where I seem to hide
my diary
In disguise it lays underneath
paperwork
I haven't touched in lord knows when!

8.
My love for this insane site
Is too much to describe!
The petty fights is enough
to make me think I'm five!

1. Formed poem included in a free verse.

We had sex on the washing
machine
the other day

it was loud and fun
the neighbors had sex too but
they were not as loud

2. statinery

What is a paper?
what is a pen?
i have a notebook
on my smartphone
you see?

3. Crime/prison

I'd prefer to be
in Guantanamo
than write another
damn poem

4. homlessness

These rogue stars
are searching for a home
through the dead twigs

5. Rhyme

Up in the sky
there roams a fly
I should squash it
with something
but I'm too lazy
to do so

6. Category: sad

The saddest thing
right now
is that I'm typing
all of these on my phone
broke your hearts a little
right?

7. Furniture

My favourite piece of furniture
is your arm embracing
my tired head
perfectly

8. About PnQ

PnQ is alive again
and I feel alive again
Baby Rainbow
it's all thanks to you

1.
God I need to get laid
But thing is I'm super
picky
He gotta have a job
He gotta be smart
And he gotta be hot

But that's all a dear dream
Especially since mama taught
Stupid selfish pricks are gonna us
Traps to get in my pants

2.
I have an app
on my phone also
I don't need to pen in ink
But I seem to like the classics
As I sit in a desk and reread my
healthy poetry

3.
Trust me once I get free
of this prison
Called poetry I'll break out
into a happy dance
But till then I wonder where the
bathroom is

4.
My puppy when we got her
had a day being
homeless till my mom saw her
I still remember how pretty she was
I was blessed as she is a pure-blood dog

5.
I'm dry
No more poetry so I guess it good bye
You'll see me cry!
I'm just so dry

6.
Puppy why so sad?
It's time?
For what?
O it's time for you to say
goodbye to this world

7.
My phone always seems to lay
right besides me as I sleep
in my bed
Oh yeah I can't wait to fall asleep
In my queen size bed

8.
Never again will I log in
and join in the PNQ
games!

1. formed poem - but must be placed inside a free style poem. So write a normal poem, but add in a form somewhere throughout the poem.

Pardon

I'm going to throw
some words into a haiku
and hope you think it's

Poetry

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

Imagine this competition
with pen and paper
and be grateful for your keyboards

3. Include a crime, or mention prison, or both!

Would it really be a crime
if somehow all FOP's accounts
were suspended in the homestretch?
:3

4. Mention homelessness, or poverty.

If good poetry
could fight poverty, the poor
would hate us today.

5. Must include at least one rhyme.

Strings of words ending in rhyme
are called poetry most all of the time,
but the majority are no better than grime
like the talents of a talking mime.

6. Category : sad

Sadness comes in shades.
Does she ever arise pure?
Doubt and guilt are close cousins,
and hope hides under their skirts.

7. include a piece of furniture

He rests languidly on the chaise,
eyes squinted in relaxation,
tail switching like a clock.

8. write a poem about this site!!

PnQ knows me without mannerisms
and tonalities-
My existence rides on words
and I wonder if our hearts touch closer
than our eyes would.

 form inside free verse 

Rain sprinkles moon dust 
Upon the desert landscape
Everything is covered

But still it rains 
Still I feel the seas pray

2 include stationery 

The paper I waste 
Is the trees I've killed
Death in small whispers 
That I never hear

3 include crime or prison

The prison bell did toll 
Across the the land 
It touched our very soul
Death out to sea
Bodies upon the sand

4 homelessness or poverty

Her emancipated body 
Beneath my gaze
Held me like a vice 
Listless almost lifeless 
Her families choice not hers
She wears the scars
They reap the reward

5 one rhyme

It's 12 o'clock 
No bloody mice here 
Think they are over there
Over at FOP 
I'll check in at 3
See if we've won 
If we are number one

6 sad 

What's sad is I'm
Still up
Posting fuckin poems
In some
God forsaken contest 
When I could be asleep 
Resting my feet

7 piece of furniture 

I hold in my hand a stick 
It has make me stamped all over it
I'm a chair 
I'm a table 
I'm a door 
I study it 
No you're just a bloody stick

8 write about P&Q

Q&P or P&Q 
Don't matter how you spell it 
It's part of me 
It's set me free
Unleashed a part of me 
That resided within 
It wasn't something you could see 
Some Called me a out poofta Gay a women's blouse 
But morons I say to thee
This is heart my my soul 
My identity

 Form Inside a free style

Oh 
Hey
Just saw
A great movie
An old classic but 
Well worth the watch 
Now its time for bed i think

Tie me kangaroo down sort
Hit me with a didgeridoo
Because i have poetry blues

2 include stationery

Is a keyboard a type of stationery
Could you call it a pen
Something to record on 
Come on give me a hint
Or would you wear it like chiffon 

3 include crime or prison

My shed is my prison 
Oh not because I'm locked in 
No no no 
But because its my haven
A prison of choice 

4 homelessness or poverty

They walk the streets at night 
Dressed in tracky dacks 
They look happy on the outside
But insider they've died 
The homeless
endemic 

5 one rhyme

If i had the time 
If i had the money
Who wouldn't think its funny 
Who wouldn't lick the bowl of honey
But money gives a pain in the tummy

6 Sad

Mans inhumanity to man 
Man it kills me 
I used to have faith 
But that came and went 
This whole bloody world is bent

7 piece of furniture

I'm tripping over my shoes 
They are bendy and small 
Laud I'm tripping over my shoes 
In the small of the room 
God they melted on the heater

8 write about P&Q

The flowing river is like a Flop 
It's on the radar 
It's like the poetic minds of the moonlight muses 
Helped by free spirits and helpfull strangers 
Sounds like a ghost story

 form inside a free style

Bob remember that dude
old and cantankerous 
but i still respected him at times

By the way when does this finish 
I'm getting writers cramp
Top job Sunshine

2 include stationery

When i think of the pen
I think of ink
How is it made
It never seems to fade

3 include crime or prison

Crime 
Rats in disguise
Innocents in the firing line
Mums left childless
Enter prison you scum

4 homelessness or poverty

You can smell the corruption
Smell the poverty
As you walk down the street
And that's the rich street

5 one rhyme

Come on we will be fine
Not like we are in it for a dime
When I'm finished a vodka and lime

6 Sad

It was a sad day in Tipperary
A sad day to all
All the mates they'd buried
As we watched the allies fall

7 piece of furniture

OMG 
My bed looks good 
All snug and warm 
Tucked in and all
I think i will trip and fall
In it

8 write about P&Q

So good to see the site so active
Reminds me of old 
The treads they were busting 
My poetic juices were flowing 
For those days I'm lusting

 Inside a free style

Poems for everyone
Old and young
Even young adults
Male or female

So come on lets go
Set to it folks
On with the show

2 include stationery

This pencil i hold in my hand
That moves across the page
To slow to slow 
On with this infernal poetry show

3 include crime or prison

My son didn't do the dishes tonight
Oh what a horrible crime
Out with the mower tomorrow
There's lawns to be done
Oh for him what fun

4 homelessness or poverty

I shall never forget
India
The poverty
But oh what beauty
Beneath its skin

5 one rhyme

Quick almost out of time
A couple more hours to go
For the contest one more rhyme

6 Sad

My cat was left out last night 
Good
In the cold and rain
So sad so sad
This morning my daughter so mad

7 piece of furniture

This chair is bony on my bum
Off to the couch i must run
Bliss on a pillow
Oh so much fun

8 write about P&Q

P&Q is for me 
P&Q is for you
It's fun for Dick and Harry
And our dear old moderator Larry

Inside a free style

Post one post all
Others are doing the same
Several clubs up our bum
Time to show who is boss

Because winners are grinners
That's us, poetry sinners

2 include stationery

Since this started 
I've gone through 3 pencils
Worn down to the bone
Just like my brain

3 include crime or prison

Commit the crime do the time
How many times have we heard that
From the old Bailey with the funny hat

4 homelessness or poverty

Money may come 
Money may go
But poverty stays with you 
Forever

5 one rhyme

Off down to our favourite Cove
The kids in the back as we drove
Just up over that Hill
In time to cook tea on that old Stove

6 Sad

I remember the day we buried Axel 
A sad day for all the family
Now his little plaque is on the fence
The impact on my kids immense 

7 piece of furniture

One speaker in each corner
They can beat out a song pretty loud
Enough to attract a pretty large crowd
I'll play it next week i avowed

8 write about P&Q

There was a site named P&Q
Some poems made us feel kind of blue
A haiku smelling the dew
Now its left to but a few

 Inside a free style

Nice to be with you all
Incredibly kind i must say
Come one come all 
End this little fling

This poetry thing nearly done
But Oh what fun

2 include stationery

The pen is mightier than the sword
What fool said that
What a lot of crap
Only good if that's all you can afford

3 include crime or prison

Off with his head they cried
He stood in stark disbelief 
What is my crime he yelled 
The fish in the dish was over fried

4 homelessness or poverty

Melbourne 
Most liveable city in the world
Where even the poor must pay
Poverty at many a door
Many forced to break the law

5 one rhyme

Another poem i turn the page
8 more hours to run
I'm beginning to burn
Inside i fell the rage

6 Sad

It's a sad sad situation
And its getting more and more absurd 
It's a warm warm feeling 
Standing on the road side curb

7 piece of furniture

My daughter sits on the couch
Playing on her phone
Not a peep not a noise
I well as well be home alone 

8 write about P&Q

8 years on this site 
Never a regret
To all my friends 
To all my foes 
A great big Hello

1. formed poem - but must be placed inside a free style poem. So write a normal poem, but add in a form somewhere throughout the poem.

My boyfriend's footsteps grow louder
beneath his weight
as my typing grows quieter.

It does not affect
the calm between us, but the
neighbors must hate us.

We'll be out of here soon anyway.

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

It's no secret,
I'm a klutz.
To be sure, if quill and ink
were still preferred,
I'd have blotches seeping through
the parchment.

3. Include a crime, or mention prison, or both!

I'm quite sure this contest is a crime
and I'm quite sure I'm this close to
suspending everyone on the site.
Abed's right. We need new moderators.

4. Mention homelessness, or poverty.

Poor me,
that's all I have to say!
Poor me,
poor fingers,
poor back,
poor head,
poor aching butt sitting on the carpet,
scrambling to write poetry.

5. Must include at least one rhyme.

We're almost out of time,
and my mind has turned to slime,
but I must churn out another rhyme!

6. Category : sad

I'll be sad if we lose
Sad, mad, bad,
but mostly I'll be glad
for the fun we've all had :)

7. include a piece of furniture

No furniture here,
and I wish you'd quit bringing it up!
Thanks a lot, Baby Rainbow-
thanks for reminding me
I should be helping pack.

8. write a poem about this site!!

This site will be the death of me-
that the contest will end NOW is my final plea,
and I hope to God almighty...
some good came of this final spree...
Though something just occurred to me!

Chunking poems like this will make it easy
for everyone to cheat once the contest is closed ;\

1. formed poem - but must be placed inside a free style poem. So write a normal poem, but add in a form somewhere throughout the poem.

I feared Baby Rainbow would not be
right on time
and it's not her fault,
but our heads are going to explode!

Please end the contest
and let our poor heads get rest
TC is the best

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

Keyboards aren't stationary,
but everything else is irrelevant
unless you're copying down a phone number.

3. Include a crime, or mention prison, or both!

This site is my prison
This contest is a jailor
Does that make BR the warden
or the judge?

4. Mention homelessness, or poverty.

I'm beneath the poverty line,
but my parents are not,
so as long as I keep sucking up,
I think I'll be alright.

5. Must include at least one rhyme.

Chime
Rhyme
Lime
Dime
We're almost out of time!

6. Category : sad

Too anxious to be sad,
but sadness is my usual state,
and anxiety is the only escape.

7. include a piece of furniture

Still no furniture here.
Still no inspiration.
Too tired to write what I can't see.
Close the contest, set us free.

8. write a poem about this site!!

I love PnQ, it's true,
and there's not a thing anyone can do!
I love you, and you, and you :)

1
He's got bags for days,
under his eyes.
Must be planning a trip to bed.
I think, rubbing
my own eyes
in anticipation

2
I want to write
poetry with straws
written in the brimming foam
of a fresh made latte

3
She stole the necklace
right off her mother's
corpse.

4
I always check my phone
when I'm walking by a homeless person
...It's awful,
I just can't stand
the guilt of not giving.

5
Rhymes are fun
so are puns
but, guns,
guns are not fun.

6
I wanted to see my cat
but he lives far away
and I have work in the morning.

7
This bench is full of people
waiting for a train
to whisk them off to couches,
tables, and chairs.

8
PnQ
I don't know what to say about you.
Just that you're pretty cool.