Im soooo bored soo im having a poetry contest!?

Question

poetry contest write a crappy poem i will judge them winner gets best answer...maybe....entertain me please!

Answer 1

Thank God I’m an Atheist.

One fine night, in the middle of the day,

two atheists knelt down to pray.

Hymn books opened upside-down,

in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown.

The in-verse lyrics from the page,

sung happily with joyous rage.

Two old friends, first meeting each other,

(both my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother.)

With sufficient humility, to make them proud,

in perfect silence, they roared out loud.

“All things dim and dutiful,

all tree cures smate and groll.

All things  dense and blunderfull,

what good is a square ball?”

Cursed by the blessing,

and accepted by rejection.

As welcoming as Ebenezer,

( when it’s time to pass the collection.)

Thanking God for their disbelief,

from their heads up to their toes.

And then with Pious reverence,

they did pick each other’s nose.

These two brave cowards stand as one

In truth they are my father’s son.

You students of genealogy,

must unsurely disagree.

For my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother,

Can be none other than…..

Me!

p.s.:-) Some students of genealogy,

have been giving me some bother.

They’ve pointed out, without a doubt,

it could also be my brother!

Answer 2

Wit

Snake scape state space

Would out space an enemy act

And out state leapers and lisp.

Love lie lure lore

Shining in lore from soul

And caving in lie of suspician and sin.

Answer 3

I cannot write a crappy poem.

The crapp is not in me.

I cannot even write a good poem

I have better days ,i see.

I write poems with love and excellence.

I don;t throw them at the fence.

My best poems never see the light of day.

Put them on the internet,no way.

Answer 4

i got one for you;

green doesn't promise you'll live forever,

but a smile can guarantee to cheer...

black doesn't mean to be a gloom,

even a little smile can light up a room...

blue...could be the sky or the ocean,

but i know a smile could be the best medicine...

oh yellow could seem so mellow,

but with one smile, it could make you glow...

life could be so colourful,

so...SMILE you fool!

heheh...nice to know you do ;)

p/s: you dun need to judge my crappy poem. i'm bored too and i just love cheering people up.

Answer 5

riding the storm riding the waves

lost among all of the blaze

always there wherever i turn

you're my heart

the one i yearn

the wildfire in my soul

burrning for you

just want you to know...

Answer 6

I want to fall.

I want to forget.

Just once I would like too reach out,

and feel your hair through my fingers,

Feel your warmth,

through my tears.

Tied to my wrist,

A token of your affection...

Of your property.

Even when i am alone,

i can feel your eyes piercing through my thoughts.

Shouldn't being protected by you comfort me?

At the sound of your name,

i will quake, i will shiver.

In your darkness, nothing can bloom.

Your words will whispers for eternity,

coiling around my thoughts,

tighter and tighter.

You like the watch pure things die.

Answer 7

Cliches

My life, my best friend

My favorite thing to do

Don't ever leave us friend

Because without you

There would be

No wind to sing

No battles to be won

No george Bush jokes

And of course, no poems

Answer 8

BORING!

I'm bored by a horrible burden,

This terrible boredom of mine,

I sit here and wait 'til it's over,

I get very bored every time,

I try to ignore just how boring,

From boring old boredom, can't hide,

I pray it will all soon be over,

'cause boredom is so hard to rhyme,

Answer 9

When the wind blows between my toes and over my nose I'm being verbose

by Rashad9607

The finest dame I ever did see

She called herself Infinity

copyright Rashad9607, July 2008

Answer 10

"Half-full for me despite my protestations to the contrary"

So if as it seems

the wages of hope

are disappointment

and cynicism’s

just not worth it

how then to pull off

the balancing act

on a thin wire

6 feet from

nothing at all?

modern life

some sage said

is rubbish

the world compels us

to find fault with ourselves

the things we fill the gaps with

are never enough

and reaching is dangerous

fingernails removed by satellites

beaming advertisements

into our illusive emptiness

not to be carried away

by excesses of happiness

or misery

we’re told

is the only safe path

but all I want in this

blink-of-an-eye life

is to not reach the end

fighting for

one

last

breath

thinking only

life was everything

I expected

and

less.

Answer 11

Im a poor girl in a poor world, no one is a mess and someone is in a contest....

sorry Im just ryming, I cant be a poet and I khow it.

ps none of my crappy poem is true.