This topic is dedicated to the appreciation of poetry. All you have to do in this topic is write your own poem of any length you like. However, there are rules:
1. Do not insult other's poetry
2. Do not steal poetry and cite it as your own
3. Do not post a rant about your hatred of poetry, rather simply leave the topic and enjoy your life.
These are three short excerpts from my poetry book High School: Choking on the Ashes of Conformity
Empty Dramatics and Emptier Minds
that lying bitch with her empty blue eyes, all the junkies stand agape feeding off her lies, in vain they wander to the place of her personal suicide while she casts their fates away into the great divide.
Philosophy Soliloquy
that lying poseur wears her soul upon her face with another poser clinging like a leech to a vile bathtub of primordial sewage. The deceits range from psychosexual confusion to beef sandwiches. The widening split thickens and the clowns go along for the ride, hopefully to their inevitable demise.
Ceaseless Toil and Broken Dreams are the Essence of Urban Living
And the greatest work of all time had just crossed their tired eyes and their selective ears. They didn’t know what to think to be quite honest, so they perceived bombast and condemned the hero to shame and degradation. Hamlet had a sword and the hero has nothing but a felt pen I suppose…
1. Do not insult other's poetry
2. Do not steal poetry and cite it as your own
3. Do not post a rant about your hatred of poetry, rather simply leave the topic and enjoy your life.
These are three short excerpts from my poetry book High School: Choking on the Ashes of Conformity
Empty Dramatics and Emptier Minds
that lying bitch with her empty blue eyes, all the junkies stand agape feeding off her lies, in vain they wander to the place of her personal suicide while she casts their fates away into the great divide.
Philosophy Soliloquy
that lying poseur wears her soul upon her face with another poser clinging like a leech to a vile bathtub of primordial sewage. The deceits range from psychosexual confusion to beef sandwiches. The widening split thickens and the clowns go along for the ride, hopefully to their inevitable demise.
Ceaseless Toil and Broken Dreams are the Essence of Urban Living
And the greatest work of all time had just crossed their tired eyes and their selective ears. They didn’t know what to think to be quite honest, so they perceived bombast and condemned the hero to shame and degradation. Hamlet had a sword and the hero has nothing but a felt pen I suppose…