Thread: Poems - One Rule - They must Rhyme

2 tears in a bucket, Fuck it.

Birdie

A man was walking down the stairs,
Not knowing or suspecting,
An evil culprit, in the air,
Was harm, his way, directing.

The rat with wings took deadly aim,
It's fearsome cannon steady,
God, how it loved to play this game,
With amo wet and ready.

If it had lips, the bird would smile,
It's mighty missile fired,
With one last squawk, for added style,
It happily retired.

The lesson taught us by the dove,
One you'll absorb, I'm hoping,
No matter what you hear above,
Don't look with mouth wide open.

When all the shithouse poets die
there'll stand erected in the sky
in honor of their sterling wit
a monument of solid shit

Originally posted by Jo-Anna
They can be crude if you so choose. It just shows us that you have no class...

I love threads that start off with an insult.

I think it's obvious where I stole this one from.


I see America drinking
the fabulous cocktails I make.
I see American getting stinking
off something I stir or shake.
Sex on the beach
Schnapps made of peach
The Velvet Hammer
the Alabama slammer...
The orgasm
the death spasm
America your devoted
to every flavor I've got
but if you wanna get loaded
why don't you just order a shot.

Pretty Girl

A pretty girl walked by today,
I could not keep my eyes away.
Those gentle curves captured my breath,
Those long, smooth legs would be my death.

A pretty girl's boyfriend came over,
His eyes were full of rage and murder.
I tried explaining why I stared,
He did not look like he much cared.

A pretty girl's a sight to see,
Just make sure it's done carefully.
Or, you might end up just like me,
Hanging, butt-naked, from a tree.

Cocktails

Originally posted by Dale Mabry
2 tears in a bucket, Fuck it.

I GOT TWWWWOOOOOO WORDDDS FOR YA...........SUCKKKKKK ITTTTTT!!! lol

sorry I had to

This is a poem that I posted a while back when me and firestorm were fuccin around, since its fitting I thought I would post it again..


Soldier

I'm a soldier without tha war paint n attire, strive past tired, 'n stay wired, satisfaction's a must so I make my way higher;
desire's higher than yours and thats evident, I'm reppin, check the sweat from my pores, and steppin more towards, a lesson learnt, no guessin no more, I do my best till death, and the rest ain't so hard;
it'll come cause under tha squat rack I'm an animal then, the battle is in him they say and catabolism is slim, like a bottle of 'slin, powerful hormones mixed with the will to win,
I'm feeling it then, and the end ain't my will to contend, but moreso the journey along,
My focus is strong and never fragile, on this bodybuilding odessy you must be adgile, only trust the man in the mirror, the rest can act vile, and honesty and patience are more important than any weight pile thats piled on,
and all the while strong, and the miles long,
but without it all the pride is gone;
I am driven by the feel of the grip of steel, I rip, I feel if I trip, I'm real, but never slip so I can't appeal;
I'm right back even more intense at a lift, I sense its a gift, livin life for the high that I get when the endorphins rush, my face red like a blush, the sense of my touch of the bar makes sense, theres never a rush;
and the ferociousness brings a calmness, a peace to my world, my feats shared by many the elite who always dare to be bold;
so as the years pass and I get older, behold here, when it comes to this iron game I'm a motha fuckin soldier.
_gr81

My Angel


Dark, my angel, flashing eyes,
Burns with words, my heart's afire,
Spreads her wings and soars so high,
Sets me churning with desire.

Out of reach and yet so near,
Gliding past in clouds of storm,
I would speak and yet I fear,
Far too threatening's her form.

"Love," I cry and love I mean,
Though I doubt my angel hears,
"Love," she screams but can't be seen,
Panic grips when she appears.

Drops like stone, my bird of prey,
Falling to me fast as light,
Though I fear, love makes me stay,
Come to me, my heart's delight.

Now she's mine, we'll never part,
Joy so great when first we kiss,
Something stabs me through the heart,
Her smile's death and yet its bliss.

I wrote that for my girlfriend. She framed it and put it on the wall in her room, but still yelled at me for calling her a "vulture or something"

Originally posted by Jo-Anna
They can be crude if you so choose. It just shows us that you have no class...

Thanx for the permission

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.

I want to feel, your sweet embrace,
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes-
Damn I'm good at telling lies!

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you has fucked up my life.

I see your face, when I am dreaming,
That's why I always wake up screaming.

My love, you take my breath away,
What have you stepped in to smell this way.

My feelings for you, no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell".

nice one

On a sign above my Grandparent's toilet when I was a child...

If you sprinkle
while you twinkle
be a sweetie
and wipe the seatie.

Originally posted by Dale Mabry
If you sprinkle
while you twinkle
be a sweetie
and wipe the seatie.

I saw that in a corporate shared washroom just this month...

A List To Live By


The world's most incredible computer- The brain
The most prized possession- Integrity
The most beautiful attire- SMILE!
Our greatest natural resource- Our youth

The most endangered species- Dedicated leaders
The most satisfying work- Helping others
The most contagious spirit- Enthusiasm

The greatest Joy- Giving
The greatest asset- Faith
The greatest "shot in the arm"- Encouragement
The most effective sleeping pill- Peace of mind

The greatest problem to overcome- Fear
The most destructive habit- Worry
The most crippling failure disease- Excuses

The deadliest weapon- The tongue
The most dangerous pariah- A gossiper
The ugliest personality trait- Selfishness

The greatest loss- Loss of self-respect
The most worthless emotion- Self-pity
The worst thing to be without- Hope


The most powerful channel of communication- Prayer
The most powerful force in life- Love
The two most power-filled words- "I Can"

That did not rhyme.

You're right but I thought it might be interesting enough to read...

Here's one that my girlfriend wrote when we were 16

Roses are red Voilets are black
You look better with a cok up your crack

there once was a man named gr81,
who was a vulger and insensitive to some.
i know that he just likes to play,
and see how many chicks he can lay,
but in my books he is okay

there once was a dude named mr.flex,
who thought that girls were quite complex.
but i set him straight,
told him we just wanted to mate
so he then asked me out on a date

i have a good friend name Pete (rissole),
who had a strong fetish with feet
although his first love is a round booty,
and he likes women that smell kinda fruity
y'all should here his accent that makes him sound like a cutey

Jo-Anna, you broke both of your rules.

1)Make it Rhyme

2)Avoid the profane.

Oh well I can't win them all. Here's one off the top of my head, just so we get back on track...

I wish I could think but my brain is sleeping
I wish I could think but my thoughts are fleeting

Seven


Seven candles burning brightly,
Seven mothers will soon weep,
Seven lifes are taken lightly,
Seven bodies burried deep.

Seven souls which I've extinguished,
Seven screams that were not heard,
Seven futures were relinquished,
Seven hearts from which blood poured.

Seven times that I have had to,
Seven days I've felt the hate,
Never speak of what I tell you,
Or I'll make you number eight.

there once was a pecker named dale
who had lotsa fun in the county jail,
he liked bending over for soap
and getting high on the dope
then i got a hold of him and tied him with my rope

there once was a trainer named GP,
who always talked big to me (sorry that was good)
said he was going to buy me a rock,
but i knew that he was all talk,
if he pulls through i will be in utter shock :hari:

there once was a biker named pb,
who spoke such nice words to me.
he had a genuine good heart,
although they call him an old fart,
i know that his life is just about to start

k i could do this for every member.
i like this thread.

You have a gift

thanks

Here we have Ms. J'bo
who strived for an ass like J'lo
Told she had a gift and thanked it
If her avi was real I'd spank it

I was referring to the avi