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I Am A Poet
Edited by
ZPicante
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anemones? well it rhymes with memories soft floor... soft??? green yellow gray? there is no dout in my mind that your are takeing the p1ss with this poem. and to mock others is cruel, you nasty little possum Yeah, what he said...............Now bend over!!! BTW, a forest floor could be soft, depending on the amount of fallen leaves, bracken ect. Yeet! YEET!! *Little poos* |
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I Am A Poet
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Was there a vote? ... I missed it Or is this a self anointed post? And to think...now all of us illiterate, none conversant, peasant types have to be ruled by a mere scavenger...
Yowt!! >:(
>:) i know, right? i should have known better but, then again, it takes me a while to undre...understoo...to figure things out...lol oh dear, you seem to be struggleing with quoteing corectly you cant be the ruler of us all if you`re confused by quoteing i`m crying for you Actually, I'm bored with all of you. Amuse me, servants! |
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I Am A Poet
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Was there a vote? ... I missed it Or is this a self anointed post? And to think...now all of us illiterate, none conversant, peasant types have to be ruled by a mere scavenger...
Yowt!! >:(
>:) i know, right? i should have known better but, then again, it takes me a while to undre...understoo...to figure things out...lol |
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I Am A Poet
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Was there a vote? ... I missed it Or is this a self anointed post? And to think...now all of us illiterate, none conversant, peasant types have to be ruled by a mere scavenger...
Yowt!! >:(
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I Am A Poet
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you obviously never saw my tear jerking poem about boobies even you would have found it difficult to miss the beauty in that piece on second thoughts, you`d of chewed it up and spat it on the "soft floor" before stamping on it whilst laughing. but that would be okay as your far superior to us. im fine with that by the way, someone needs to rule us heathons/ Golly, you must not have CARPETS in England! I'm terribly sorry for you. Life must be devoid of cushy-ness. Sorry to have complicated things by not simply spelling out "carpet," but using the ever-challenging-to-grasp description "soft floor." I'll be sure to simplify my word choice in the future! :| And good. That is absolutely right. I'm glad you've come to accept that truth, little being. |
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I Am A Poet
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well fortunatly, people dont write their poetry and emotions for you. if they did, im sure they would all commit suicide after your thoughtfull critique okay mate How's that grab ya, captain? Still, you're probably right about my, eheh, "critiques." >:D |
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I Am A Poet
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On behalf of the sea anemones of the world I would like to thank you for the thought and award you the Wishy Washy Watery award. anemones? well it rhymes with memories
Considering I wrote it in literally under 2 minutes--and it STILL trumps every poem I've ever read on this site (literally, I struggle to get through the first few lines of most poems here, trudging through the nauseating mire of cliches; and feel as if someone has punched me in my trachea by the end of most of them, just to illustrate how visceral is the pain I experience) in depth and clarity--I'd say it's pretty freakin' good. So, thank you.
soft floor... soft??? green yellow gray? there is no dout in my mind that your are takeing the p1ss with this poem. and to mock others is cruel, you nasty little possum And, sorry, I suppose. I just can't resist, mate! >;) |
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your all crazy....:) YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! >:D |
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your all crazy....:) YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! YOU'RE! |
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I Am A Poet
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aww sweetie they will not pull your post! your poem is great! I am soooo sorry if they do! |
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Topic:
I Am A Poet
Edited by
ZPicante
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Sat 08/29/09 01:52 AM
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*Looks at watch, wondering how long it will be until this thread is--once again--deleted*
*Sigh of mild irritation* |
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girls fart? beware of a sweet summers breeze? i would sooner avoid 4-way with the olson twins and the middle-school nurse from my childhood. |
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I Am A Poet
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has the dark cloud cover your pee no im not drunk just been laughing with redhead on the net No, just mimicking the nonsensical "poetry" that infects the literary world through this site. Don't sweat it too much trying to understand! And, er, good? <:/ |
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girls fart? |
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MINE TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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I Am A Poet
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My Dark Cloud
In the middle of the night your eyes haunt my memories when my thoughts are in flight I sometimes think of sea anemones Hark! My thoughts reek of deep profoundness. How I love after I wake, only to see the weep of sunlight onto the soft floor It is the blueness of your eyes that I remember most. How they caught green under the sky's warm yellow. Until your gray hair sets onto your head I shall love you, my love Oh, my love, if instead you would come back to me from above! (That's the end.) |
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DON'T.
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Topic:
IM Me, Please
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THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!
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IM Me, Please
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Don't worry! Just do it, my servants.
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NO, NO, NO! OH NO! OH NO!!
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if spiders died it would be bad i dunno why but it would be a scientific person will come in and tell us soon Yeah, whatever. Spiders are the devil's--they should return to him. I so totally agree with you. They have always creeped me out and freaked me out. I will not go to bed if I see one in my house. I live in fear of walking through one of those huge webs(outside) that those gross crab-like spiders make. They build them at night and take them down in the daytime. How calculating is THAT?!? They say we have ALL eaten a spider in our sleep at one time or another. |
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