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what is the best poem

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    ProjeckProjeck Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    SHE WAS A PRETTY GOOD LAY
    BUT NOT THE BEST IVE HAD TODAY
    IT WAS PRETTY EASY TO NET HER
    HELL, YOUR DAD WAS BETTER

    thank you

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    ackack Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    i am very bad at poem

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    Drunk PooroDrunk Pooro __BANNED USERS regular
    edited March 2009
    Poetry is all about using linebreaks
    BusterK is our William Carlos Williams

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    matthias00matthias00 Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Andrew Marvell - To His Coy Mistress. That is the best poem.

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    DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    edited March 2009
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    LoomdunLoomdun Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    my life is so harrrrrrd

    and the cuts in my life are deeper thennnn a hole?

    And my life is so harrrrrrrd

    like something dirty hard

    THE END

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    Tweaked_Bat_Tweaked_Bat_ Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    This thread demands more broetry.

    Emo poetry is old schtick. Broetry is new... schtick. (well not really)

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    ackack Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    pretty good source for poems is the gaia forums poetry section

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    LoomdunLoomdun Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    hemorrhoids hemorrhoids
    hemorrhoids testosterone

    the end

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    StrayDogStrayDog Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    When you're in San Diego
    Watch out for falling rocks
    Watch out for deer crossing and eighteen-wheel vehicles
    Watch out for 19 year old girls
    Wearing mini-skirts who are running away from home
    And has a bunch of Patti Smith albums under her arm
    And she's a vegetarian
    At least she shaves daily

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    Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry.
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    LoomdunLoomdun Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    your way better at this straydog I give up words are way to complicated

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    Drunk PooroDrunk Pooro __BANNED USERS regular
    edited March 2009
    This thread demands more broetry.

    Emo poetry is old schtick. Broetry is new... schtick. (well not really)

    As I gaze into the metal tub,
    Jungle Juice lapping longingly at the rim,
    My thoughts are pulled towards my father
    Much as new Hyundais are pulled into his dealership

    I live in a Puka Shell prison

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    Lucky CynicLucky Cynic Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Quiet and Miffed,
    I sit here crying,
    For it was some other bro,
    She wanted to yiff.

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    DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    edited March 2009
    Loomdun wrote: »
    hemorrhoids hemorrhoids
    hemorrhoids testosterone

    the end
    you know, I was going to mention my guild on iron rock but now..

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    CampionCampion Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Poorochondriac
    By Campion

    Poor Ol' Pooro
    Poured all into Pooro
    Pooro
    Drunk Pooro


    Thank you.

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    Lucky CynicLucky Cynic Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Campion wrote: »
    Poorochondriac
    By Campion

    Poor Ol' Pooro
    Poured all into Pooro
    Pooro
    Drunk Pooro


    Thank you.

    *Finger snap applause*

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    StrayDogStrayDog Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Loomdun wrote: »
    your way better at this straydog I give up words are way to complicated

    I have been drinking. All words are complicated.

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    Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry.
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    LoomdunLoomdun Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Druhim wrote: »
    Loomdun wrote: »
    hemorrhoids hemorrhoids
    hemorrhoids testosterone

    the end
    you know, I was going to mention my guild on iron rock but now..

    NEVER!

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    DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    edited March 2009
    no skin off my scrote

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    Tweaked_Bat_Tweaked_Bat_ Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    This thread demands more broetry.

    Emo poetry is old schtick. Broetry is new... schtick. (well not really)

    As I gaze into the metal tub,
    Jungle Juice lapping longingly at the rim,
    My thoughts are pulled towards my father
    Much as new Hyundais are pulled into his dealership

    I live in a Puka Shell prison

    This is beautiful



    Bro,

    you truly connected

    with the kindred spirit of bro-kind.

    Connected, like a

    bro-ther to bro-ther.


    You brought us this gift of broetry -

    like a keg,

    brimming with Natty Ice

    from your unknowing father's

    shed.

    Like a modern-day Brometheus.

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    edited March 2009
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    Johnny FabulousJohnny Fabulous burgin' Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is the best poem, pals.

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    Drunk PooroDrunk Pooro __BANNED USERS regular
    edited March 2009
    The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is the best poem, pals.

    Stream of consciousness is for fags. But fags are pretty cool sometimes, right? Like the dude who wrote the screenplay for Milk - he gave a pretty good speech at the Oscars. What was up with the circle jerk for every acting nomination, though? Didn't really do much to diminish the image of the Oscars as an "insider" event. Awards shows in general are pretty much wank-fests, though, aren't they? Like the Independent Spirit awards. Only people who give two shits about 'em are people who watch indie films anyway, so it ain't even like the awards garner attention for any of the nominated flicks. What's up with the expression "give two shits?" How is it better or worse than giving one shit? Or three shits? Three Shits would be a decent name for a punk band. Being a punk rock star would be fun. Making a living off being a perpetually-drunk, sloppy musician.

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    PlatyPlaty Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    we sit together
    the mountain and i
    until only the mountain remains


    (if you catch where this is from you are the best e-bud)
    It's a poem by Li Bai, but I know it from Alpha Centauri.

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    RocketScienceRocketScience Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    To the best of my knowledge, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven is the only poem with it's own professional football team.
    Therefore it wins based on net yards gained rushing.

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    PlatyPlaty Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    It's a little known fact that teefs and I were among a group of people abducted by aliens to Alpha Centauri in order to be subjugated to poetry readings.

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    CrashmoCrashmo Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    El Dorado is the best poem, because my dad gave me 20 bucks to memorize it when I was a kid.

    edit: And anything by William Cullen Bryant, whom I was loosely named after.

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    WalrusWalrus Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    I like oysters
    They taste nice
    i dreamt i was an oyster
    once
    licking my slimy lips
    in a shell
    there is not much room in the shell
    this is not a dream
    i am an oyster

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    CrashmoCrashmo Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Walrus wrote: »
    I like oysters
    They taste nice
    i dreamt i was an oyster
    once
    licking my slimy lips
    in a shell
    there is not much room in the shell
    this is not a dream
    i am an oyster

    You are the walrus.

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    Volucrisus AedriusVolucrisus Aedrius Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Astrophobos
    by H. P. Lovecraft

    In the Midnight heaven's burning
    Through the ethereal deeps afar
    Once I watch'd with restless yearning
    An alluring aureate star;
    Ev'ry eve aloft returning
    Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car.

    Mystic waves of beauty blended
    With the gorgeous golden rays
    Phantasies of bliss descended
    In a myrrh'd Elysian haze.
    In the lyre-born chords extended
    Harmonies of Lydian lays.

    And (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure,
    Where the free and blessed dwell,
    And each moment bears a treasure,
    Freighted with the lotos-spell,
    And there floats a liquid measure
    From the lute of Israfel.

    There (I told myself) were shining
    Worlds of happiness unknown,
    Peace and Innocence entwining
    By the Crowned Virtue's throne;
    Men of light, their thoughts refining
    Purer, fairer, than my own.

    Thus I mus'd when o'er the vision
    Crept a red delirious change;
    Hope dissolving to derision,
    Beauty to distortion strange;
    Hymnic chords in weird collision,
    Spectral sights in endless range....
    Crimson burn'd the star of madness
    As behind the beams I peer'd;
    All was woe that seem'd but gladness
    Ere my gaze with Truth was sear'd;
    Cacodaemons, mir'd with madness,
    Through the fever'd flick'ring leer'd....
    Now I know the fiendish fable
    The the golden glitter bore;
    Now I shun the spangled sable
    That I watch'd and lov'd before;
    But the horror, set and stable,
    Haunts my soul forevermore!

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    MysstMysst King Monkey of Hedonism IslandRegistered User regular
    edited March 2009
    what are you fags

    doing

    in this fucking thread

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    lostwordslostwords Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    stay gold, ponyboy

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    CrackedLensCrackedLens Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    lostwords wrote: »
    stay gold, ponyboy

    We're doin' this for Johnny

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    hellobuddyhellobuddy Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    The answer is obvious

    Slough by John Betjeman

    Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
    It isn't fit for humans now,
    There isn't grass to graze a cow.
    Swarm over, Death!

    Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
    Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
    Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
    Tinned minds, tinned breath.
    Mess up the mess they call a town-
    A house for ninety-seven down
    And once a week a half a crown
    For twenty years.

    And get that man with double chin
    Who'll always cheat and always win,
    Who washes his repulsive skin
    In women's tears:

    And smash his desk of polished oak
    And smash his hands so used to stroke
    And stop his boring dirty joke
    And make him yell.

    But spare the bald young clerks who add
    The profits of the stinking cad;
    It's not their fault that they are mad,
    They've tasted Hell.

    It's not their fault they do not know
    The birdsong from the radio,
    It's not their fault they often go
    To Maidenhead

    And talk of sport and makes of cars
    In various bogus-Tudor bars
    And daren't look up and see the stars
    But belch instead.

    In labour-saving homes, with care
    Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
    And dry it in synthetic air
    And paint their nails.

    Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
    To get it ready for the plough.
    The cabbages are coming now;
    The earth exhales.

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    Dublo7Dublo7 Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    either The Odyssey or The Iliad.

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    FandyienFandyien But Otto, what about us? Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Take up the White Man's burden--
    Send forth the best ye breed--
    Go bind your sons to exile
    To serve your captives' need;
    To wait in heavy harness,
    On fluttered folk and wild--
    Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
    Half-devil and half-child.

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    In patience to abide,
    To veil the threat of terror
    And check the show of pride;
    By open speech and simple,
    An hundred times made plain
    To seek another's profit,
    And work another's gain.

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    The savage wars of peace--
    Fill full the mouth of Famine
    And bid the sickness cease;
    And when your goal is nearest
    The end for others sought,
    Watch sloth and heathen Folly
    Bring all your hopes to nought.

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    No tawdry rule of kings,
    But toil of serf and sweeper--
    The tale of common things.
    The ports ye shall not enter,
    The roads ye shall not tread,
    Go mark them with your living,
    And mark them with your dead.

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    And reap his old reward:
    The blame of those ye better,
    The hate of those ye guard--
    The cry of hosts ye humour
    (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
    "Why brought he us from bondage,
    Our loved Egyptian night?"

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    Ye dare not stoop to less--
    Nor call too loud on Freedom
    To cloke your weariness;
    By all ye cry or whisper,
    By all ye leave or do,
    The silent, sullen peoples
    Shall weigh your gods and you.

    Take up the White Man's burden--
    Have done with childish days--
    The lightly proferred laurel,
    The easy, ungrudged praise.
    Comes now, to search your manhood
    Through all the thankless years
    Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
    The judgment of your peers!

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    edited March 2009
    Crashmo wrote: »
    Walrus wrote: »
    I like oysters
    They taste nice
    i dreamt i was an oyster
    once
    licking my slimy lips
    in a shell
    there is not much room in the shell
    this is not a dream
    i am an oyster

    You are the walrus.

    goo goo gajoob

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    Rhesus PositiveRhesus Positive GNU Terry Pratchett Registered User regular
    edited March 2009
    Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum,
    þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
    hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
    Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
    monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
    egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð
    feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
    weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
    oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
    ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
    gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning!

    Old-school, bitches.

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