NonsensicalRoses are blueDinosaurs are purpleThis poem makes no senseToaster.
LinesRoses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems have four lines,Some poems have five,Like this one.
InsomniaGrey dawn through the window slithering Brain recycling, maundering, blitheringCraving oblivion, stubbornly dithering Clock-face blurs... hope now withering.
Sweet RevengeSLURP!!Layla grimaced when she heard the sound of the large dog lapping up water from its water bowl in the kitchen. She still wasn’t sure why in the whole world Rage would have stolen the ugly mutt at all, let alone brings it to the base they were forced to be living in now. They already had 2 of them if she counted Zolo as a pet along with Chain, the Tentacle beast. Not only was Ruby Red, as Rage called her, big, she had a nasty habit of drooling great big globs of spittle.Shivering at the thought of that, Layla focused back on her work out. Though the base hasn’t been used for some time, it still had most of the furniture, as well as, workout equipment that was still useable. She was using a box to do leg lifts, when the door to the gym opened up and Rage walked in and looked over at her.“Hey Layla, how’s the workout going?” He said as her pulled up a chair beside her. Layla made a face as he did, but ignored him and continued to use the box and lift
Care PackageTo wish you happy birthday, friendI stuffed an envelope to sendWith in-jokes, hugs, a kiss or two,The things that I adore in you.The songs we share and sing aloud,The compliments that made me proud,The times you’ve made me laugh and cry,The way the hours with you sail by,The conversations late at night,The wonders that we jointly writeIn escalating inspirationAnd joy in our collaboration… Adventures that we daydream of,Understanding, trust, and love.Alas, but I was doomed to fail — It simply got too large to mail!
DreamerA myriad of opulence may be redeemedbehind the enraptured gaze of one that dreams..
Drunk Poem No. 1 Stupid Little GrasshopperStupid little grasshopperJumpin’ through the grassYou better get out the wayOr Imma step on yo assStupid little grasshopperYou think you so flyBut I’d be damned if I let you jump that highStupid little grasshopperYou ain’t coolYou better slow down you jumpin’ fool
Old Mule and the MermaidOnce upon a time, there lived an old Muledown by the dA sea in a bamboo shackon the beach under the coconut trees.He and his old Cats were enjoyingtheir golden years wild and freeas their old bones would let them.Eating and sleeping away their daysin sweet lethargy.Come sunset old Mule would go out on his dockand fish for comments and rhymes for his Cats.Watching the changeable moon and circling starshe would listen to the wind and the waves.Some nights were all too quiet with no bites at all,the shy nibblers stealthily stealing his bait,he would just sit and dream.Other nights the comments were jumpingright on to the dock. There would be bucketsfull of rhymes for his old Cats!And on special nights by the light of the moonmermaids would swim by and sing him songsabout treasures in the depths of the dA sea.Flirtatious creatures they were,trying to lure him in and steal away his catch.But old Mule was wiser than that,his ancestor once knew the Queen of Faeries!He
What if...What if you got whisked to Soviet Russia?What if you died in Hetalia?What if you committed suicide and failed?What if you got PWN'd?What if you realized you are being tortured?What if you were in a hurricane?What if you hated life?What if you couldn't breathe?What if you made friends with Russia?What if Chibitalia murdured you?What if you became a swearing lump of coal?You may imagine, but they'll never come truenot even if they do come true.Because here, we do not tolerate true thingsand this is one of them.
Booty.The Booty, By Bbord.I see the bootyStrong and firm.On her round hips.I want the booty.It is so fine.I want the booty.The booty will be mine.
Water, oh waterWater, oh water, great H2O!Water, oh water, you amaze me so!From your adhesive ability to stick to another,to you cohesive ways to stick to your brother.Both these skills are helped by hydrogen bonds,the positive hydrogen with the negative oxygen,pulling on each other is there functionWater, oh water, great H2O!Water, oh water, you amaze me so!At a pure 7, your pH is neutral,Not any lower, like an acid, at 6, 5, or 4Nor higher, like a base, at 8, 9, or moreYour dissolving ability is so great as well,helping life grow so swell.You dissolve nutrients of so much importance,So we do not die a terrible death.Water, oh water, so wet and drippy.Water, oh water, you are so trippy!Water, oh water, great H2O!Water, oh water, you amaze me so!
Some Poems Rhymeï»¿Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one doesn't.