Write a terrible poem

I am so bored right now, and figured it`d be fun to see how bad you can write.

Let those forced rhymes keep coming, and let your cliches torment me.

Impress me, people=)

*waiting*

I just thought I would share this poem I once read in a bathroom stall:

Here I sit, broken hearted,
Had to sh*t, but only farted.

hahaha...

great=)

Bobbin Shank...
`tis you I wish to spank.
Not that I am gay,
which is what you most likely will say,
as you read these crappy words,
you are all a bunch of turds.

A somewhat forced rhyme there,
oh, how it has poisoned the air,
oh, I did it again,
it causes so much pain.

This poem has no point at all,
the beginning, I cannot recall.
Something about Bob shank?
the man I wish to spank.

Not that I am gay
which is what you most likely will say..

etc
etc
etc

Can you beat mine?

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HansRik (nom de plume)

Now, if what you are looking for is a forced rhyme and a simplistic structure, here we have a new poem.

I love you, I love you.
There is only one girl I love, and that is you.
Who do I love? You, and only you.
You are the person I love. You.

I will love you always,
because there are days,
and nights, and you are always gay, (as in happy)
and I love your way.

Have you anything to say?
I love you. That is what I say.

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GrEaT PoEm, 5/5 fRoM Me, plz chEcK OuT Mine, I think they are gud.

The way I LoVe YoU (plz r/c, tru story) (quatern)

The way I love you is that deep,
even think of you when I...sheet.
Change English to make it rhyme, yay,
On the toilet I spend all day.

It smells like you when wake from sleep
the way I love you is that deep.
It`s so true that it sometimes hurt.
I wear nothing under my skirt.

Which wouldn`t have been all that sick,
but I, my friend, I have a d*ck
The way I love you is that deep.
For you I`ll dress like a raped sheep.

I can cut off my crotch for you,
and then I`d find someone to sue.
The cash would be for you to keep.
The way I love you is that deep.

beat that..

or

eat that

keepin my balance
Let me tell you a little story about a man named Mike
A poor hillbilly when the president was Ike
Then one day his folks sent him to school
Where he sat and dreamed all day like a fool

First thing you know old Mike wrote a book
The kin folks said, Mike let us have a look
He gave them all a copy for free cause he didn’t care
Go to poems and quotes you can read him free there

Writing is 4% imagination 90%inspiration
3%perspiration and 3% Infatuation
You can all certainly quote me on that
Call this a poem but remember where you’re at

My woman is in Memphis, with the Memphis blues again
I'm staying away from Jack trying to stay away from sin
Aint complaining about what I have or have not got
I have borrowed a line or two, but who has not?

I don't live all that far from the home of Johny Cash
Tryin to walk a straight line away from the mash
Books & poems are all written by fools like you and me
But the only place that makes sour mash whisky is Tennessee

Truckin’ wild

I ‘m thinking about what I’m about to confess while I ‘m just sitting here in this old lonely mess
Serve me the finest whiskey in Tennessee. You can just leave the Jack off, for Terry
Terry wipes, but she ain’t wiping it on me,I think she wants me to back off, it’s scary
Need to get my mind out of the gutter, all of those nasty thoughts make me shutter

I think of how she would always whine. Like she’d look more like a porcupine
If as many were sticking out as were stuck in, that mother trucker may have kept her truck in
She said that she liked to play with her toys, but I think she likes to play with the boys.
Told her I wanted to take her for a ride, but to this very day I am terrified

After I saw her truck all I could think about was truckin’
I was a crazy chicken just waiting for the pluckin’
Wanting her to take me for a ride, was the mess I’was stuck in
I was ready to go to the slaughter, I just needed truckin’

She should be careful with those tricky boys, they could get her in a fix
If she don’t watch out, you know they will have her stuck in their tricks
And she should be careful when she approaches and makes a pass
You know that some, mother truckers, just wind up stuck in the grass

You know, when I dream about that Ram truck, she drives me truckin wild
I spin completely out of control like an unholy demon child
I remember when I thought she was so pure, meek, and mild
It only hurt’s when I think of her, and how her memory was defiled

LMAO!!! Heeheehee these are sooo funny! :P :P

wow that poem was great
please read rate 'n' comment mine mate
cause i write about this chick
her name is mick
shes a total ....
and shes a popular dear
like brittany spear
ill go cry a tear
for i fear
being her peer
will end this year
well thats the dream
---insert rhyme---
in my blood
thats like mud
or backstreet boys
or black eyed peas lady lumps
CoZ theIR toTally WiCKD
I might buy a ticket
so i can steal their rhymes
and plagerize in mine
now that i forgot when i startd
oh wait i just farted
cause this is the worst poem yet
or maybe not i forget
but whateva dis is
its just not kewl
like that mule
whos lookin at you
yes you
I SAID YOU
so youd betta get runnin
my little pumpkin
coz its gonna get you
so guess who?
boo
boo hoo
dont cry

This is quite confusing,
For what am I to do?
Write a sucky poem,
That includes the word "poo?"

Write of celebrities,
Of wannabe gansters gone bad,
Diss a couple poets,
write of everything sad?

Or of just another boring day,
Staring at the screen,
Thinking of terrible rhymes,
And everything in between.

beat this
beat that
your mom's a bitch
and you are fat

sucky poems
I write all the time
with cliche themes
and forced rhymes

crappy poems of the pain
I am left to live in rain
and how I can't remove the stain
now I will be sad again

LOL

hahaahhhhaaah

that sucks, man

lol i know its realli funni

hahhahah, Jharrison, your poems really, really SUCK :P:P

haha

Ode to my droppings

This is the ode to my droppings,
caused by frequent Christmas-shopping,
I couldn`t keep from eating,
as I heard those terrible Christmas-rhytms beating.

there was a small toad on a log
who was in the very thick fog
there was nothing in sight
he was so scared with fright
so he jumped to his pal frog

Ode to the moist that gathers between my toes when I run for no particular reason at all.

"Alas! `tis moist here", concluded I after having run
for no particular reason
at all.

"From whence hath it come?" asked I,
but they all ignored me,
the accursed shoes.

And I sat thus down and wept,
for I had thought myself better,
than those, whose toes,
there gathers moist between.

Now, however, it all seemeth plain to me,
`tis not kindness of the heart,
nor beauty of the soul
that decides
whether your toes
will be covered in moist.

Nay, the world is more complex
than that.

people are crazy,
so am I,
Were all nuts,
thats no lie.

hahaha

there once was a boy
he knew he was no toy
he would not let her win
even if it meant eating a fin
he was so full of pride
his great uncle died
and he ate his head for breakfast
just to be a jackass

I write
for right
I speak
for the meak
I rhyme
for a dime
I suck
for about a buck
I choke
on coke
I smell
really well
I stink
in the sink
I part
after i fart
I ran
from a mexican
Beat that
you Fat Cat

Happy Hollidays
Max Out All Your Cards
Decorate Your House
Make It Really Large
Bake Santa Some Cookies
Get Dead Drunk On New Years Date
But Buckle Up Please
And Make Your Driving Safe xoxo-Nikki-xoxo♥- Happy Holidays

balls of holly
balls of holly
who stole;
the balls of holly

^^^^Heeheehee^^^

EOB asked all to write like you suck!
So here we are quacking like a bunch of ducks
But this poem would stop a truck
It appears my inspiration is gone and I'm S**t out of luck
It's obvious that this poem is not worth one buck
So sitting here, I'm flabbergasted and stuck!
Yes 5/5 this really does SUCK!

lmao... u will like this one, i wrote this a few minutes ago.

Writer's Block (this is an excuse)
by Just Rain

I got writer's block
Really do-this is my excuse
But I have to write a poem a day
My New Year's Resolution-

I am so tired,
Oh so tired,
I got writer's block
Oh yeah, writer's block

When my eyes need fixing
Got nothing mixing
Can't even write a story, let alone a letter
I got writer's block (Na, Na)

This is a lame excuse
But I refuse
To waste this morning's time
By lying

The coolest way to deal
W/o Having to feel
Na, Na Na writers block!

P.S.

Please don't leave a comment, but if you must don't laugh, I'm an embarrassment but hey... it's writer's block! Na Na...

lmfao these are all hilarious

Jeremy, Jeremy
I'm missing you
you're not here rightnow
and it sux, boo hoo

now who's gonna
listen to me complain?
who's gonna kiss me
in the rain?

you'll be back
but not soon enough
blah blah blah
come back and stuff

*speechless and cant stop laughing*

oh my god

hey what the heck happend to my poem?

i'll post it again. it went something like this...

jdhf sjdfhga jdah
djahd hjfhfgjas cahh
eyes eyes eyes
never can see,
jdhad jhda dah
djahd hjfhfgjas cahh
:)

my poem is the worstest ever haha. i wrote it when i was about 4 and its a bit like soul rebel's ~
there was a cat
who sat on a mat
but along came a bat
and said the the cat
'please cat,
can i sit on your mat'
so the cat went away
the very next day,
and left alone the bat
to sit on the mat,
and that was the end
of the bat, cat and mat.

hehe.... does that qualify!?

Where'd I hide that key,
what is wrong with me,

i will never see,
i really must pee,

forever he will be,
in my heart as thee,

i knew a kid named chee,
and another named fee-fee,

though we called him V,
and oh yeah where'd I hide that key.

kibber jibber jabber
the guinea climed the ladder
only to find a dog on a stilt
old man kaiser previously built
kibber jibber jabber
the guinea fell off the ladder

well i didn't write this but these are some of the worst lyrics ever.

And I can't make it on my own.
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I love you" is all she heard.
I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.
by hawthorne heights( you know, that really crappy band)