and a poem about being bored
Any poets?
G o
F o r
I t
Boredom
It comes it goes
Will it stay will it go
It’s hard to say you know
Sometimes you’ll sit and twiddle your thumbs
Or sit and bang upon a drum
You’ll try to lick your elbow and nose
Or even try to chew your toes
It sounds disgusting I know
But anything goes
When Boredom strikes
You might pick on the little tikes
You’ll even brake all their bikes
You might read a book or two
Then sit and yell “There’s nothing to do!”
You’ll eat and yell sit, maybe break a chair
But boredom doesn't care
Boredom stays and what does he do
He watches all the things you do
While you holar and twiddle and brake and chew
He looks at the screen, stuck like glue
He’ll turn it off after an hour or two
Then sit and say, “I’ve got nothing to do.
That's really good!
Thanks!
Is anyone here capable of writing a poem that isn't depressing? (I can't)
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i can it just sucks
:) :) :) ;) :) :D
I mean it depends on my mood and the time of day
I tried, with mixed results. Sometimes they just turned depressing by themselves. Maybe because I use prompts from one of the depressing fandoms that ever existed?
The Seafaring Sandwich
Once on a rocking boat far from any shore
There was a sandwich who was part of this sea sandwich lore
Then oh what a grievous thing
The boat jumped just like a spring
The sandwich fell and with a plop
Ended up in quite the flop
A Fish came by and with a chomp
It took the bread right from the top
A Dolphin came and with a snap
The slab of fish left a gap
An Otter grabbed the peace of kale
From the water logged bread jail
A gull came then and took the rest
Right up to its seaside nest
And now we shall know no more
Of this sandwich from sea sandwich lore
…wow
Is that a good wow or a bad wow…
because i can stop
Good wow
More like "I-am-so-impressed-dude-you-managed-to-write-something-non-depressing" wow
I have one about assassination
And thank you
Is anyone here capable of writing a poem that isn't depressing? (I can't)
I wrote one a while ago lemme go find it
Is anyone here capable of writing a poem that isn't depressing? (I can't)
I wrote one a while ago lemme go find it
Kk it makes no sense but here
The girl lifted the cap from her eyes
Her smile brightened when she saw me
'Mother!' She cried to the wind
I nod, and she was freed
It leaves room for interpretation
I mean this one…. it's more sadistic and evil and less depressing I guess
A mask a mask midnight black,
On a face in the back
Other colors swirl around
None as dark as the midnight black
The one who wears the Midnight Mask
Had a deed, has a task
A poison flask
The sharpest knife
A color red is by blacks side
On the knife
Someone dies
A mask a mask midnight black
On a face as it flees from the back
All the colors are on the floor
None to hear midnights laugh
…Right
Same thing really?
Anyone capable of writing happy poetry?
Ill only do some of my less depressing one, but beware I suck at poems…
I have no friends
I’m all alone
When will it end
Taking photos hurts
Me
Others
It’s all photoshopped
Take all of my bondage
Take all of my pain
Take all of my fear
And shame
My thoughts
Me being lame
My imperfections
My sin
My everything and cover it up
Throw a smile on
Pose
Act as if life is perfect
As if those suicidal thoughts aren’t running through your head
Pretend your not sucking in your stomach to look as skinny as your friend
Imagine that you didn’t slowly stop eating cuz your insecure
Put on that smile even though your crying inside
Fake your liveliness as your digging your grave
Mimic your friends cuz your lost yourself trying to impress
Perform the play of lies you’ve been living in
Rehearse those fake words coming out of your mouth
All this work for a photo
Please don’t judge. I know their bad
Lol. I don't think so.
-that one potato Alex
(I stole @Every.Fandom.Ever s phone.)
It's actually pretty good
Be confident
Smile
:) :) :) ;) :) :D
I could try to whip a happy poem up
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These won't make much sense unless you've read the series I wrote them about but here I go (Some spoilers btw)
Scarlet Benoit:
She was a girl with dirt in her hair and embers in her eyes.
Her hair was red,
Red as the blood that flowed through her veins
And as wild as her personality.
Her Grandma's farm,
Her sanctuary where
She
Escaped
Reality
She wrapped her worn red sweatshirt around her jeans
Pushed up her sleeves to shovel hay
To milk the cow
And pick tomatoes to send to Rioux.
But then Michelle was gone
Without
A
Trace.
But Scarlet carried on.
Hauling crates of tomatoes to the tavern
Where she met
Him.
A man with scars, too many scars.
A man with pointed wolf teeth.
A man with eyes like unripe grapes.
An unwavering gaze.
But she didn't trust him.
Wolf, they said his name was.
Well, Scarlet Benoit wasn't afraid of any wolf.
I wrote more, but that was the best one.
ok thanks for positivity for my poem guys lol its like the second actual one ive ever written and yeah im ok and also yOU GUYS ARE AWESOME POETS LIKE AKLFJSDLKFJSKLFJ ALL OF YOU
ok i wrote another one rn and it kind of sucks bc it doesnt rhyme ig idek but here it is:
snap
crackle
pop
there goes another heart
you break them by day
stab them by night
and collect all the tears
from the big ending fights
your walls are lined with jars
full of the tears of your lovers
your toolbox is filled with knives
perfect for breaking hearts
when i came around
you put the toolbox aside
you covered up your walls
and welcomed me inside
i took a look at your soul
tried not to move anything around
and you watched me with interest
took note of how much i cared
but one bad move
i took a wrong turn
you shook your head
and out came the toolbox