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The Officially Unofficial User Created Poetry Thread Anonymous 10/09/2019 (Wed) 20:22:24 No. 16
POST ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM

I’ll throw one of mine in to get the ball rollin’

Love, By Anon

They all dedicate lines to you
Thin lines, easy seen through.
Of course they do to be like others, who
all feel something I wont pretend to feel just for you
because Ive never ever wanted anything from you.
Ive watched them marry up
their wives and lives with ties and lies,
Ive seen them fuck infatuation
And call it you so they feel safer
I hope you'll stay with them forever
Let them sit back and never dream thoughts like mine
Scared hearts running from you
Take longer to prove
They can sit back and laugh while others do
But still they hold you in awe
Am I the first to ever question you exist?
Why do I throw up when she says she gives me herself only for you
Or her belief in you is only for me
Sometimes I almost envy the need, but don't see the prize
The Spiders In Town [featuring reddit spacing] Anonymous 01/23/2020 (Thu) 03:20:52 No. 39
When
the spiders
come
to town
they come
here by
the bushel!

The spiders
bigger
than a
cow
they really
like
to tussel!

Beware
the spider
with
a crown
he's brawn
and full
of muscle!

So when
the spiders
come
around
prepare!
Beware!
And hustle!


[whoops, didn't see this thread. Sorry.]
ur mom [Alternatevley titled "UR MOM!!"] Anonymous 01/23/2020 (Thu) 03:31:49 No. 40
A wag of a hag's sagging bags
a tad mad had the lads gone
a plush tush grown, a flush face known
the gift to age gracefully shown

[repost from an old /b/ pottery thread]
Unnamed [unedited and better than the other draft] Anonymous 01/23/2020 (Thu) 03:35:03 No. 41
If fighting is life,
then living is strife-
and if pain's all that comes
then Death's in the right.
But to toil for a purpose,
or a moment of peace,
makes a thousand wars worth it-
a thousand, at least.

[from the same /b/ thread, both by me btw]
Anonymous 01/23/2020 (Thu) 04:09:49 No. 45
>>39
Showed this to /monster/.
Some haikus [do haikus use punctuation?] Anonymous 01/24/2020 (Fri) 07:53:04 No. 47
Check these dubs faggot
You'll always be off by one
It's a dubs thread now

What a way to go
my intestines everywhere
my head is in pain....

The season now ends,
Cirino is a nigger.
Mogami River.
Slipping On The Trail [The veiw was so nice a moment ago] Anonymous 01/25/2020 (Sat) 03:32:29 No. 48
Slip goes the footing,
tip goes the yaw,
rock does the cutting,
pop goes the jaw,
chest on the gravel,
hand in the murk,
and everyone's about to know my lungs still work.




>>45
Cool, I sorta thought how /monster/ could like it when I wrote it.
Untitled [Not inpired by any true events] Anonymous 04/14/2020 (Tue) 23:50:27 No.51
I wake amidst clatter To see what's the matter My replica rover Had just fallen over My First born learned today Not all things are for play
Untitled 04/15/2020 (Wed) 00:08:23 No.52
A cat on a sill, a horse on a hill, a snake on a rock; my time on a walk. [Is the mod for /pol/ still around? Just curious]
Anonymous 04/15/2020 (Wed) 21:48:53 No.53
>>52 The board is showing up as inactive so I'm guessing he's long gone High on a mountain, upon a rock A bald headed eagle sat scratching his ____ Now don't get excited and don't get misled The bald headed eagle was scratching his head
Anonymous 04/16/2020 (Thu) 22:11:27 No.54
Suddenly I heard a fapping As of someone gently jacking Jacking off onto the floor
Anonymous 04/28/2020 (Tue) 18:34:52 No.55
Dark of night Anon's delight Cafe rests Only a guest Once in a fortnight
Anonymous 05/13/2020 (Wed) 22:16:13 No.63
>>16 [spoiler] Remove the limbs Remove the organs Hook up to VR Remove the jaw Remove the heart Remove the spinal column "Reveal" [/spoiler]
Anonymous 05/13/2020 (Wed) 22:17:51 No.64
[spoiler] Remove the limbs Remove the organs Hook up to VR Remove the jaw Remove the heart Remove the spinal column "Reveal" [/spoiler]
Anonymous 06/17/2020 (Wed) 14:54:22 No.67
Here i sit, Sat staring out the window, The outside full of naught but air, Hot and dry, yet rarely alight, And a little moisture, On the window sill, there, set, Condensed here, perhaps, By selfish yearning. There and then, Staring backward into fog, Though the fog is of certain, Naught but illusion, Or, I suppose, so I am told. Bodily life is p gay fam, ngl.
Order Anonymous 06/18/2020 (Thu) 13:38:07 No.68
be assured, the lord of discord shall soon grow bored of our civil accord and draw her golden apple to leave the world slack-jawed as chaos is restored fnord among the collapse we move toward will you mourn, abhorred, or will you rebel and applaud?
6 9 06/18/2020 (Thu) 13:50:53 No.69
sixty-nine, an integer sublime. some may whine and claim this rhyme is an asinine waste of time but I think it's fine for this poem of mine to assign value to this value.
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