LinesRoses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems have four lines,Some poems have five,Like this one.
Some Poems Rhymeï»¿Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one doesn't.
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and moviesI pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.Shrek is love I say, Shrek is lifeMy dad overhears me and calls me a faggotI knew he was just jealous of my devotion for ShrekI called him a cuntHe slaps me and sends me to go to sleepIm crying now, and my face hurtsI lay in bed and its really coldA warmth is moving towards me.I feel something touch meIts shrekI am so happyHe whispers in to ear "this is my swampHe grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and kneesI'm readyI spread my ass cheeks for ShrekHe penetrates my buttholeIt hurts so much but I do it for ShrekI can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to waterI push against his forceI want to please ShrekHe roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his loveMy dad walks inShrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"Shrek lea
I want to dieMorning sunlight pierces the curtainsThe alarm rings in my earTwo hours too earlyThe snooze buttons brokenI hate itNo ones homeOne plate at the tableA half-empty glass of orange juiceA bowl of cold cerealI hate itWent to school earlyRode with the same old bikeSeats too hardThe wheels kept squeakingI hate itFirst periods MathForgot my locker combinationSlipped on the floorLost my homeworkI hate itSchools almost doneRode through the afternoonChain breaks looseWalked five blocks homeI hate itRested in bedWanted to watch TVSignals bustedForgot to pay cableI hate itCant take it anymoreScreamed my head offWhy is life so unfair?Why is this always happening to me?I hate itI want to die
Roses aren't Red, Asshole...Roses are red,Violets are blue,Guess what, jackass?I'm going to kill you.I'll follow you until the end of time,All the others better step off,Because bitch, you're mine.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Guess what, jackass?I'm going to kill you.It's not like I cried when I saw you two,Naked with your legs tangled up,And your mouths like glue.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Guess what, jackass?I'm going to kill you.He's not the one I'm after- that's just cliche,So instead I'll off you, not him,On this pretty day.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Guess what, jackass?I'm going to kill you.I'll get a chainsaw, just watch me, I will!I'll come after you shitlickers,You'll die in your swill.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Guess what, jackass?I'm going to kill you.
The RecipeThis commentary of madness,A couple of lines of pain,The odd dash of humour,Mixed together with the rage,A little recipe I've written,That makes up this artist's life,The cooking pot in my head.This pencil is my knife,The lines I draw, ingredients,Added to the stew,Shade and boil slowly,And I've created,Something new.
Ode to a ChopstickOde to a ChopstickA chopstickOn its own, it is uselessAnd easily broken.But when there are two,You can eat with themOr stab out both of a person's eyesAt once
KarmaYour karma ran over my DogmaSo I slashed your tires with my KalashnikovThen your karma got mugged by some noncomformist kidsI hear her last words were "oh Lord."
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LuckySitting here packed in tightly we wait side by sidenestled in our cardboard tombThis is it, the final stopNo more will the machine growl at us passing byNo more poking and proddingno more rolling or ramminglined side by sidebuzzing and wiringclamps drag us along the floorour pale white skin coated and moatedour insides filled, fattened with a fallow floraour heads comprised with honey-combed cottonmy name tattooed around my waist.We are all here to be chosen and that is why we wait.Hoarded like a dragon croning its gold, we wait.We wait for someone to peel off our golden seal,to strip us of our translucent dressand open the mouth of the catacomb and rid us of the cold7 by 6 by 7an inverse haikusitting side by side we wait.the first one is always the lucky oneflipped around upside down, the chosen onean irony, chosen first but taken lastthis is what happened to my yellow ass.five horned talons snatched me from the skystories from my mother flashed me byt
NO more lOveNO more lOveNO more lOveSO lets allGO do drugs, get as high as can beso that we cantseeall the painall the tramaall the broken hearts that form hereNO more lOvethe kindness has gonelets go and smoke a BOnG!
NonsensicalRoses are blueDinosaurs are purpleThis poem makes no senseToaster.