Poetry Corner

[jahannam]

if I were able to write poetry... I wouldn't let this thread die!!

[Anonymouse]

You don't have to let the thread die
All you have to do is come up with a reply
However nobody tries to rhyme
Because their words and minds are not sublime
Some people are just too horny
There rhymes would only sound corny
Thats why its better for them to stay away
from threads that make them the intellectual's prey. :twisted:

[jahannam]

And with being horny what's wrong!
it's everyone's goal lifelong,
for not being able to rhyme
doesn't make us non-inspiring with time,
it's just that the oceanic feelings of ours,
are beyond measured words and rhyming powers...

[sSsflamesSs]

And with being horny what's wrong!
it's everyone's goal lifelong,
for not being able to rhyme
doesn't make us non-inspiring with time,
it's just that the oceanic feelings of ours,
are beyond measured words and rhyming powers...

Good job, girlie.

I'm going to attempt to give it a shot when I get the chance...I wasn't blessed with poetry-writing skills unlike some people. :?

[Anonymouse]

And with being horny what's wrong!
it's everyone's goal lifelong,
for not being able to rhyme
doesn't make us non-inspiring with time,
it's just that the oceanic feelings of ours,
are beyond measured words and rhyming powers...

Nothing is wrong if you are horny.
I am horny and only 20
Entering the peak of of my sexual streak
but to lyricize you have to realize
that we live in a world of alphabetical ties
that we name everything from moods to foods
from insults to illiterate adults
from walkways and to days like Fridays
and we must rise above our animal cries
and see that life's a thinly veiled disguise
and in this game of verbal kung fu
you have to first be an intellectual guru
or else people will insult you
with their bitter spoken voodoo
their tongues will utter twelve thousand names,
in twelve thousands angles and mind frames,
and pierce your mind in twelve thousand ways
and it is a grime crime to waste time
for every time lost you lose your mind and a dime
if you lose too much time you will be a broken mime
and if you can see this and you can travel through the time capsule
but if you cant see this then you live in denial
and denial is the sixth element
after air, after water, after earth wind and fire

[TVAdict710]

i once was white, now i'm black
i became a pimp, and gave my ho a smack.
i like to rhyme because it is my style
so shut up before i stick u with a nail file.

(to be rapped)

[Anonymouse]

I give it one thumb up.

[jahannam]

This poem is about no foreigners...
It's all about us, forumers.
For as much as people say we don't have lives,
with our words we stand sharper than their knives,
Tired of unfruitful research and endless hunts?
then your guy is definitely Baron Dants
Anonymouse is another hero of ours,
without the rules of physics he could build towers.
we've also got the unpredictable Flames
who likes annoying people with her witty little games.
And how can we forget that fireburntinhell,
somehow all the guys fall under her spell.
there's also the not too talkative Dorobo,
whose name only rhymes with the instrument Oboe lol
and even though I could've not mentioned Surfer"armo",
I think his last name should be Guillermo...
Andromida's cool, he never starts fights,
Guess with German Beer he spends his nights.
and I don't know if TVaddict and Clubbin I should regard,
for they sound like they grow bad things in their backyard :twisted:

[fIReBuRntInHeLL]

ok ok, i'll give it a shot...this is a poem i call...

The Armo thugs

You can hear them coming,
their modified civics are humming.
ludacris music is blaring,
and just what the hell are they wearing?
with 5 pounds of fake gold around their neck,
they try to hide that their life's a wreck.
bragging about the price of their fubu coats,
they haven't even heard the name of Mesrob Mashdots.
they might call you a homie or bro
and will compliment you on your new afro.
sadly enough, they still call themselves armos,
and down the drain our reputation goes...

hmm, nothing too special, I gave it a shot though...

Not only marvelous but BRRRRRRIIILIANT! :twisted:

[Dorobo]

The Fly
The Fly
It would not die
I spotted it with my eye
In July
Running through rye
But after it grew shy
I tell you no lie
The fly had to die
And then I cried

P.S. - Dorobo also rhymes with banjo