Yufster Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 My sister needs help. By tomorrow morning she needs a poem. It has to be four verses, four lines each, it has to rhyme, and it has to be about love. It has to be original...ish. So here's a fun game. You guys think up a poem (Orca and Alia are good at this!) and I'll get it in the morning, when I wake up! I'm gonna like this game. Okay, here's some stuff you might wanna know; Her Teachers Name is Mr Lonegan. Ha ha ha! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jedi-Monkey Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 First you need the planet earth beneath your feet, you couldnt live for long without that, Then you need the air, oxygen to breathe, you couldnt live 5 minutes without that, Then you need the water, the icy cold water, you couldnt live too long without that, And you need the love, you need the love, you need the love and thats a fact. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reaper Girl Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Originally posted by Yufster So here's a fun game. You guys think up a poem (Orca and Alia are good at this!) *blinks at screen* whaa...? What is Love? Why... Love is the thing that makes babies, Love is the thing that makes panties fly, Love is the thing that makes people do dumb sttufff... Love is the thing that causes *censor* Love is the thing that is done in a drive-in, Love is the thing that is not at an ellection, Love is the thing that goes wheeeeeee! Love is the thing that makes birdies go "Braaak!" Love is the thing that is on Discovery Chanel, Love is the thing that...... at this moment, the poet said "Aw, screw." and stopped. We may never see the end... meh. its a good start... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicardoLuigi... Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 here's a nice little poem for your sister... once upon a time i had to write a rhyme about the topic love while i was wearing gloves so here's the rhyme i wrote you'll probably want to choke after reading this stupid poem while sitting in your home love is really great kinda like fish bait actually not really it's no better than a wheelie love really bites just like flying kites so that's the rhyme oops! i'm out of time! i know. it was amazing. now everyone snap your fingers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ernil Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Roses are Blue Violets are Red We're coming aboard Prepare to eat lead Amen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ptdc Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 A dove, From above, Smell, The glove. Something about love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alien426 Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 How about... hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate love hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate Her teacher'll think she's a fricken genious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Flibble Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Idiots.Idiots.Idiots.Idiots. Yuf, tell your sis to do what I do when I need to write a poem. 1) Go to the school library before class. 2)Find an obscure poetry book that hasn't been checked out for years. 3) Find a poem that is 4 verses with 4 lines each. 4)Copy. 5) (You get detention and repeated work for unsatisfactory work) 6) Go back to the Library. 7) Rinse and repeat, until Miss Loner likes the poem and stops giving you DT. THE END. Wasn't it beautiful? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yufster Posted February 12, 2004 Author Share Posted February 12, 2004 Detention? What kind of nazi school do you go to!? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guybrush122 Posted February 12, 2004 Share Posted February 12, 2004 No detention? WHERE DO I SIGN??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skinkie Posted February 12, 2004 Share Posted February 12, 2004 In my school if you pull something like that it's called plagerism and they press charges. Fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guybrush122 Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 Technicalities. All technicalities. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Flibble Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 The trick is to use a lesser known poet. Someone NO-ONE has heard of. I'm talkin' back of the shelf, blow off the dust. To avoid plaugerism, but tiny quotation marks at the start and end. Works for me. Nazi school? Close, but no cigar. I go to a Catholic school [oh, that explains it] but I'm not actually a Catholic. It just happens to be behind my house. We share a fence. Same postcode. Its handy. Who else can sleep in until 9am EVERY schoolday. [Don't start 'til 9:30, but be there by :20.] And yes, I still manage to be late every morning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guybrush122 Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 Originally posted by Mr Flibble ...To avoid plaugerism... Plaugerism? Oh, you mean plaguerism, of course! The act causing boils and/or falling frogs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Flibble Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 Technicalities, all technicalities. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guybrush122 Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 Guess I walked right into that one, didn't I? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Flibble Posted February 14, 2004 Share Posted February 14, 2004 You know it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magrat Posted February 21, 2004 Share Posted February 21, 2004 One life upon another gently laid Whilst all around are mourning for the loss - But those within the deadly sighing shade Of Love are racing for the cross Of everlasting bands to fix them round And hold each other to the bitter end. I cannot ask you to be chained and bound Nor half-reveal the truth they had to bend To forge the iron knots around our hearts And break the mould of stubborn willfulness. I turn to go, yet turning cannot part With these four wall without a distant kiss Of lips upon a word, a line, a page To send across a void of nothingness In hopes that it will reach you in our cage Of nothing more that once was something less. 10 minutes. Sufficient to bull**** meaning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yufster Posted February 21, 2004 Author Share Posted February 21, 2004 Woah woah, woah, wait! Where did you get that from!? That's awesome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magrat Posted February 21, 2004 Share Posted February 21, 2004 I've been reading Beckett, Sartre, the Existentialists, the Surrealists and the Dadaists all day in preparation for a portfolio essay for my degree in english lit. I needed an outlet for the nothingness of being Feel free to use it, there's plenty more nonsense where that came from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ernil Posted February 21, 2004 Share Posted February 21, 2004 Eyelids closed, the shivring body freezing, Searching for some love to keep him alive He runs over the past, while remembring All of the ladies for which he had strived Recalling the love that he was given He became aware of a certain flaw Never got lovin’ from any women Just because he’s without a lower jaw So desperate and dying, feeling left out He caught the eye of nearby passing rat “Finally! Love!” The hobo did then shout “Yes, I’ll receive your love” rat then did chat So they made love under the sweet moonlight A great relationship they did ignite 5 minutes with the brain totally shut down, and look at the results! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guybrush122 Posted February 21, 2004 Share Posted February 21, 2004 No one beats Shakespeare: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me words and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain. If I might teach thee wit, better it were, Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so; As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, No news but health from their physicians know; For if I should despair, I should grow mad, And in my madness might speak ill of thee: Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be, That I may not be so, nor thou belied, Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. --Sonnet 140 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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