Write thoughtful poems let your mind flow onto the paper made out of oak
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If 9/11
didn’t happen. Maybe
7/11 would’ve,
and
we’d still be
filling our faces with
cheap beers
got hooked up from professor oak
night was misty but then i choked
wingin so much dude's like a rock
selling rare candy straight out of stock
hit up the cell like thats a missing number
pushed a fat bitch while she was in a slumber
stroked an old rod from around the corner
messin with elites but now a former
caught up the 151s call em my potions
now back at home and im pushing lotion
>>687190816
paper made out of oak?
>>687192890
yes oak paper
niggers are filth
niggers are stupid
niggers live on welfare
niggers are stupid
>>687193025
where is the paper is it a metaphor
Hello my name is Jonathan
This is a poem
If trump becomes president
Ill overthrow him
He's a racist fuck
Who wants to build a wall
And his face is a trainwreck
Looks like a neanderthal
If he didn't have all his money
He would not have anyone to call honey
You might not think this poem is funny
But it aint supposed to be, beware of Johnnie
>>687190816
Butterfly, Butterfly,
paint your name upon the sky
while Moth sleeps -
full of dread
morning brakes
the light-bulb breaks
Evermore, the floral semaphore
of Butterfly's wings said,
"Moth is dead"
>>687193400
LOOLLL HIS FACE FUKED UP
>>687193652
Wow that was super gay.
>>687193999
Ur a gay
>>687193999
Truth.
>>687193664
Quite cool, for a first draft.
>>687193652
there are soooo many sjw and cuck friendly websites, why the fuck are you here?
I am a snail
Watch out for me
The wildebeasts are coming
Oh no
Oh no
Blankety-blank
Bush did 9/11
that is no lie
the shitty part about it?
Obama did not die
who's the one that caused Isis
The answer is Obama
whats the fucked up part about this?
His real name is Osama
Trump is a rich fuck
that is the truth
if his hair was real
it would be donated by a feminist named "Ruth"
>>687194209
How is that sjw?
>>687193652
>>687194382
OP said 'thoughtful poems'. Not autistic.
M1 Motorway By Spike Milligan.
Bloody battered, tattered thing
which is body?
which is wing?
what kind of a bird, it's hard to say
as you lay squashed on the motorway.
But the marks in your blood
are sharp and clear.
A Dunlops safety tyre has just been here.
I dug her from beneath the earth,
And filled her body with my girth.
Although she had been blown apart,
She was alive inside my heart.
I cared not if it was a sin,
I caressed her necrotic skin.
Damn jihadists, damn their bomb,
Come back to me, I love you mom.
>>687194485
because you cry about a politician being racist
>>687194806
Nice.
Badges.
Jimmy Saville
supplied the bairns
for the Elites
for their rituals.
now-then, now-then
sit on Uncle James' knee
and get yer medal.
Jimmy Saville supplied the bairns.
>>687195015
recited from memory
could have google
but that a felony?
maybe some day i can say it to melony.
>>687190816
>Found this one online. Can't be arsed checking who the the author is.
There’s really no call for self-respect
While the whiskey bottle sits on the shelf
At half-past-twelve you make for bed
Goodnight, Grace
Here’s to your health
I’ll finish the bottle by myself
>>687194965
>cry
Just a butthurt faggot's definition of complaint
I'm complaining about stuff and shoving my opinions down peoples throats just like you are. That's what we do around here
People think they're clever even when dumb as shit
People think they're funny despite a lack of wit
You're all a bunch of pigs, wiggle dee spriggity spliff
>>687195201
Nice one.
Well I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast, wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet, through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
butt plug
too small
>>687195387
>reminded me of
Oh great bottle, forgive me my sins, for now I lay me down to sleep. Bo-peep. May I drink of you first? Thank you. Amen.
anons trying
too hard
butt plug
still too small
>>687195415
Just a butthurt faggot's
definition of complaint
I'm complaining about stuff
and shoving my opinions
down peoples throats
just like you are. That's what
we do around here
.
.
top marks anon
>>687194819
I love you too
>>687195736
Nice. I love really succinct poems like that. Barely the lengths of a footnote, but the authors probably poured over each word meticulously.
>>687195563
good, eh :)
Sun begins the day
There are days, like yesterday
Where I see no sun
>>687196044
hahaha
oh lord of the edge
oh lord of the
oh lord of
oh lord
oh
>>687196064
Yeah, I like it, mate. Where you from, by the way? Scotland? Yorkshire? Northern Ireland? Those are the only places, that I know of, where people still use the word 'bairn'.
>>687196176
???
there was a young man from holbein
who invented the wanking machine
on the 99th stroke,
the fucking thing broke
and whipped his balls too cream.
>>687196384
Scotland m8
>>687196540
I fucking hate limericks.
with crumpled paper in hand
he reentered the chippie
''sure this fish was cooked?''
''how'' came the reply
''It's ate all the fucking chips!!''
>>687196607
Nice one. Southern wanker here. Liked your poem, mate. Top notch.
>>687196707
racist
>>687196926
cheers mukka,
dirty auld cunt that he was
I carouse in a style bacchanalian
but I sleep in a way marsupalian
I like to eat cheese
but I never say please
yes I'm French, but I'm also Australian
>>687197104
I know. Fucking beast. Rolf Harris, too, the filthy bastard. At least he wasn't into disabled and dead cunts, though.
she left me for good,
now i'll throw my life away,
and be a furry.
>>687193652
grēēt bēēt
>>687197329
Julia Zemiro
>>687197552
She left me for good
Cut my life into pieces
This, my last resort
>>687197410
I know.
Fucking beast.
Rolf Harris, too,
the filthy bastard.
At least
he wasn't into disabled
and dead cunts, though.
.
.
.
fucking great this.
yeah m8
all those fucking letters for years ugh.
>>687197643
What did the Aztecs do to the March Hare?
Me no conversate to the fakes, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored, that part that part ayyy
>>687197843
Worst part is, it seems he's having quite a nice time in prison. He's looked after because of his status, gets special care because of his age and is generally living a pretty leisurely life. He's even teaching art classes on the inside. No justice.
>>687197858
WORSHIP IT
do you know what it's like
when gravity catches
the sands in the air, and
the sun doesn't rise
I am the one
who carries the burden
of knowing this fear, and
I pass it to you
>>687197858
WORSHIP IT
>>687198236
privilege you call that. pffft
dirty hoor
>>687198341
>Hot potato
>>687198492
wait what
As i sit and ponder
I feel a certain wonder
As the world goes round and round
I just sit
I do not know if i am sad or happy
What bothers me the most
Is if it even matters
In a world of human construct,
Isnt the point to be happy
Yet i see more and more becoming so lonely and sad
oh
oh check
oh check these
oh check these dubs
oh check these dubs i
oh check these dubs i found
oh check these dubs i found in my sisters ass.
>>687190816
4AM: Obsessively checking the news.
That yearning desperation of not wanting to be all alone,
that synaptic compulsion of not soaking in ever stale news,
that tepid inclusion of not feeling marooned by the zeitgeist.
Naught but distractions to latch on - and drift.
Drift 'til morning.
Alas, if it wasn't so, lean back - and drown.
>>687198942
>>687198942
>>687199024
i am hungry
i am ready
palms are sweaty
mom’s spaghetti
>>687198942
>>687199024
>>687199123
eeky ochy
horses cocky
eeky ochy
out
>>687198712
Nothing. Just that he concept of unexpectedly passing a burden to someone is the same concept used in the children's game 'hot potato'. There are other variants of the game. Like you all stand in a circle and toss a ball around randomly, counting down, and whoever is holding the ball (or the 'hot potato') when the countdown hits zero is out. Your poem reminded me of that.
throw your grey birthstones
up on the chimney top,
the sad sickening siren
of the subtle seasaw
on god’s empty wasteland
leaves all waves in serenity
where were we, war?
were we sore?
we will woe once we wait,
won’t we?
whisper -
wait -
wallow
(sell)
smite /out of your own pretences
wait
SMITE
OUT OF YOUR OWN PRETENCES
crush all the cilinderblocks and
leave all aspirations of manhood
as we leave the playground
at the awakening of the zen seditionists
who whisper
while waiting
Love is like a fart. Push to Hard and it's shit.
'Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Maybe you are in his book of names
So be kind and helpful to your mother
Just think twice before you try and steal
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers
You may find the wounds will never heal
All self made bad boys
If you refuse to believe he exist
You won't be frightened when you find out
You're on his list
So be good and never poison people
Just think twice before the deed is done
When you wake up guilty in the morning
You may find important pieces gone'
>>687199706
push to hard
Roses are red
Grasses are greener
When I see your titties
I play with my weiner
>>687199912
true story
did this to myself last week and forgot about it
I questioned why i had sore kidneys for days but had forgotten about doing that
ouch
>>687200083
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Omae wa mou
Shinde iru
>>687200278
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oops i forgot this is 4cahn
Nigger nigger nigger
Roses are red
Violets are violet
The writings
In the sand
The name
But you are in the waves
pounding. Patiently
wiping out
the marks from the chaos of insight
And again makes stone
to stone
>>687199005
>unreadable!
drop the first verse, son
>>687199005
so thesaurus, much big words
Inside the barren walls
Light creeps in to the slits
Cornered in a corner
Blows of hail rain down with accuracy
A dose of medicine
A dose of reality
Be good and you'll be out soon
Be bad and you'll be out sooner
Confined, confiding in no one
Atonement for sins non-existant
Blue skies need repainting
Light slinks back into the recesses of outside
Dark overtakes darkness
Inside the barren walls
Light creeps into the slits
>>687201333
your ditty got titty
your ditty got trips
take one in the shitty
and two in the lips.
>>687201333
wake me up inside yeah cool man
>>687190816
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgeoWlqM4i8
>>687201865
i can't wake up
Mirror Mirror in my room
Would be nice for once if I didn't see gloom
When I saw my reflection
And there was self loathing
All you did was stare back
All you did was make it worse
And drive me closer to the Hearse.
Buildings.
buildings do not
buildings don't just
turn into dust and blow up the river.
>>687201865
idk man I just started writing shit. I guess I had more of a POW war type perspective
>>687202097
>wurs
>hers
.
no
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering
why I got out of bed at all.
the morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see
at all
And even if I could,
it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me
that it's not so bad
it's not so bad
>>687202248
It works in my accent.
>>687190816
tell me time and time again
the tumult tantamount to sin
equates in earthquakes
and adresses of redress
made by man
taken by man
heard by nobody
but the shallow and hollow
who welcome it with warmth
>>687202129
yup yup yup
im feeling you now man
yup yup
great stuff
yup
whats your motivation
yup yup
whats the narrative yup yup
hey a kiddie
weeeeeee
weeeee
bang
ouwey
dead
this is an aphorism
>>687202483
idk man I really like anal so I guess that had some undertones as well
>>687202398
well it doesnet fucking work writtin down you moran
Free verse allowed?
There's an itch at the top of my skull. It's between the mattress, it'll fit in your mouth. The metal will be cold. You'll taste steel and oil.
There's this fucking itch at the top of my skull. In the house is no good for anyone that'd bury you. Walk out in a field. A note is cliche. Is there meaning in a note? Was there ever meaning?
The itch is inside my skull. What else could you do, live miserably and enjoy the few happy moments? Enjoy nothing. Savor the bittersweet emptiness. I'm about to scratch it.
A limerick:
A pirate, history relates
Was scuffling with some of his mates,
When he slipped on a cutlass,
Which rendered him nut-less;
And practically useless on dates.