Posted by
swss, 18:24, 4th November 2003:
i am looking for someone to help me write a poem about a girl i was going out with its a summary of our relationship i can give you the details and you can do your best all i need is help help cause i aint great at this stuff please please please
Posted by
Redmaiden, 18:27, 4th November 2003:
There are several talented poets here, give us your details. I don't think it's very romantic though, giving a girl a poem about her you couldn't even be arsed to write.
Posted by
swss, 18:29, 4th November 2003:
i just aint very good at that type of stuff just need some help please if you can help i wood be grateful
Posted by
swss, 18:33, 4th November 2003:
anyone out there that can help me on a serious note please
Posted by
Govan, 20:04, 4th November 2003:
What rhymes with 'spremed'?
Posted by
Sul, 20:16, 4th November 2003:
penned?
As in:
I'm writing a little ditty
About the last time that I spremed
Its supposed to be kinda witty
This ditty that I've penned
Posted by
chandler, 20:31, 4th November 2003:
I'm writing a little ditty
About the last time that I spremed
Its gone a little shitty
cos my sleeves have come un-hemmed
Posted by
Sul, 20:35, 4th November 2003:
I'm writing a little ditty
About the last time that I spremed
I was thinking about a clitty
As the flacid became hard stemmed
Posted by
Sul, 20:56, 4th November 2003:
I'm writing a little ditty
About the last time that I spremed
I was thinking the girl was pretty
While upon her neck I gemmed
Posted by
chandler, 20:57, 4th November 2003:
nice
Posted by
Redmaiden, 22:29, 4th November 2003:
ahh beautiful words
Posted by
friday, 07:04, 5th November 2003:
And then my neck got sticky
And all my spots were gone
Yes, Sprem is just the tricky
For soft skin that lasts 'so' long
Posted by
cal, 08:34, 5th November 2003:
(change "lasts long" to "lasts so long" and it scans better)
Posted by
friday, 10:24, 5th November 2003:
aye, twas an early post there squire
Posted by
jib, 15:36, 11th November 2003:
i need help on a poem on a earthquake
Posted by
Sul, 15:51, 11th November 2003:
I have something similar on a Volcano note if it helps.
Boom shake shake shake the room
Vesuvius blew, Pompeii was doomed
Posted by
chandler, 15:54, 11th November 2003:
earthquake
like a big milkshake
only not available in strawberry
Posted by
chandler, 15:57, 11th November 2003:
or
earthquake,
groundshake,
cowsmake
milkshake
Posted by
Sul, 16:02, 11th November 2003:
You make
The earth quake
When you shake
Your money make(er)
Posted by
Sul, 16:14, 11th November 2003:
The tectonic plates were a drifting
While I was out shoplifting
I didnt get collered
As the guards werent that bothered
While the earth was violently shifting
Posted by
Sul, 16:31, 11th November 2003:
An earthquake makes the floor shake
While bukkake makes your face ache
(dont know if thats how you pronounce bukkake)
Posted by
arsepuppy, 16:54, 11th November 2003:
Byoo-Car-Key ?
Posted by
Sul, 16:58, 11th November 2003:
I always thought it was more like "this is making my backache". Ruins my poem your way :(
Posted by
Mr.Nishi, 17:23, 11th November 2003:
A bukkake star I hunted,
An ugly slag I got,
But I got what I wanted
With my nasty facial shot.
Once day when we were shagging
Your face turned to fright
I wasn't found wanting:
For your anas is so tight.
With my money shot I wanted,
To try something new
Your face looked so haunted
When I shat all over you
Faecalphiles and Faecalphobes
Won't spot those alien probes,
They visit me during the day
In their horrid attempts to make me gay.
%$^&^&%*^% on the wanting line
Posted by
Sul, 17:26, 11th November 2003:
HAHA :D
Posted by
Mr.Nishi, 18:04, 11th November 2003:
Having gotten into this purile mood I think i can scribe more...W007
Sprem is gloopy and white,
And can land anywhere
But it gave her such and fight
When I spremed in her hair
%^#&^#$&$ and so it was gone...
Posted by
arsepuppy, 18:12, 11th November 2003:
HAHA!!
Posted by
chandler, 18:33, 11th November 2003:
im not too keen on the first verse :/
Posted by
arsepuppy, 18:40, 11th November 2003:
The 4th line needs work, yes.
Posted by
tommorris, 23:08, 16th November 2003:
I'll risk being sued for copyright infringement just to repost Mr Nishi's poem...
I see you standing nude
All raw and defiled
I wish you all the best
My lovely little child.
Posted by
macey, 03:56, 3rd December 2003:
thank you
so much
Posted by
Mr.Nishi, 12:41, 3rd December 2003:
LOL sued this isn't the states yet, and heck it wasn't that good (mine that is)...anyone else feeling inspired to write some rude ditty.?
Or am I going to have to take the matter in 'hand'
Posted by
Grim..., 13:36, 3rd December 2003:
You just fantastic,
I love you to bits.
I want to tear off your bra,
and sprem on your tits.
Posted by
chandler, 13:44, 3rd December 2003:
we have no manners
and sprem in our anas
sing along!
Posted by
Grim..., 14:02, 3rd December 2003:
I don't know the tune...
Posted by
Redmaiden, 19:13, 3rd December 2003:
Let's put the words to music and release as a Christmas number one! 24 carat gold shit
Posted by
theone, 12:04, 4th December 2003:
Hello these poems are really good
Posted by
WarHead, 12:15, 4th December 2003:
There are several talented poets here, give us your details. I don't think it's very romantic though, giving a girl a poem about her you couldn't even be arsed to write.
I wanted to write some verse for you
Cos you're a touch of class
But when I thought about it
I found I couldn't be arsed.
(You have to say class as 'clarss' for this to work, really.)
Posted by
Grim..., 12:18, 4th December 2003:
(Or, indeed, 'Clar-sed').
Posted by
WarHead, 12:24, 4th December 2003:
"You're a touch of clar-sed" ?? Doesn't make sense.
Posted by
Grim..., 12:25, 4th December 2003:
No, but it rhymes with 'Arsed'...
Posted by
Mr.Nishi, 12:27, 4th December 2003:
So you have to say class in a really classy way then...oooo irony and stuff
As bored as i was
I thought of you
But only because
I was taking a poo.
Posted by
Grim..., 12:29, 4th December 2003:
Saying 'class' in a classy way isn't ironic.
An American singer doing a song called 'Ironic' - now
that's ironic.
Posted by
chandler, 13:00, 4th December 2003:
yeah, though Alanis is Canadian.
Posted by
WarHead, 13:17, 4th December 2003:
I wanted to write some verse for you
Cos you're a touch of class
But when I thought about it
I found I couldn't be Alanis.
Yep, works for me.
I wish I was a squirrel;
so graceful; so free;
like my father,
digging peat, in the bogs of ireland,
like his father before him,
the spade, and the flax dam,
he bends, and lifts a potato,
new created, from the earth.
But now I must lift the spade,
like my father before me,
as if my wife, behind the cake,
like a demented bride, screamed
words into my head, written,
with the spade
in the turf.
My branch, of the tree of my father;
the roots of his hair tangled and old,
And to descend, upon my wife,
cruching her with my ten ton bulk,
And bringing forth a child.
Posted by
WarHead, 13:46, 5th December 2003:
Cruching?
Is this an Oirish thing?
I think we should be told.
Posted by
chandler, 14:40, 5th December 2003:
like my father,
digging peat, in the bogs of ireland,
hehee
ahhh Seamus Heaney poetry, that was such fun :/
Posted by
WarHead, 15:57, 5th December 2003:
Poetry sucks.
here are some poems that I wrote. You can use these if you like:
Needing
Do you remember a love you once had,
a feeling inside that you could not hide,
a want, a need, a fear?
Searching these empty streets,
on a journey of inner peace.
In a dark alley I can see a light,
a memory of your intoxicating kiss -
never knew it could be like this.
I crave those nights, you holding me tight,
our bodies becoming one in the twilight,
your tender kisses, your hands twisted in my hair,
our gentle whispers, the games we love to play.
Music plays on; my heart skips a beat,
the ink flowing to the paper, bittersweet memories.
Baby come hold me tonight, your touch,
your kisses I crave - cure this insatiable appetite.
Know you from a distant past
Know you from a distant past,
Don't recall the time so vast,
Memory overtakes our souls,
Brief encounters of our love,
Destiny has brought us near,
To enjoy the pleasures known to man,
Who by virtue of their thoughts,
Have reached ethereal heights,
Your face rejoices in the light,
From the threshold of the Gods,
Observing from its two blue seas,
A universe so endlessly,
Your thoughts hath taken me to the star,
Where space and time indeed do end,
There is no feeling that can match,
The passion that envelops us,
The greatest moments of our lives,
Casualness has brought on-line,
At brief intervals of our paths,
Our roads have intertwined,
To allow us to comfort,
The solitude of each other's fears,
The liberty of our souls enslaved,
In the domain of life on earth,
It's ineffable to describe,
The pain, the tears and the distress,
Caused when we've to let us go,
To other worlds away from all,
Knowing that our place should be,
In the garden of the poet,
Unscathed by vain ego & forevermore,
In peace and harmony with creation.
Where are you now?
Once upon a time I had a person in my life who I could talk to at any hour, any day, any month or any year.
We took a journey and along the way we lost what mattered most, each other. We found ourselves tempted by faith, and yet we succeeded in banishing it away.
I always thought I would have that person forever, but I guess life just doesn't work out that way.
You used to soothe me. You used to swear with cross conviction that you'd be there. Where are you now?
Well, I'm good- One of a kind, but I rather be two and still speak my mind. I miss talking with you and I could hem and haw but I'll still cut right through, I don't need nothing, nothing but you.
Well, I lit a candle, I light it mostly ever night in remembrance of someone I once held dear. Where are you now?
Weren't we something back then, Thick as thieves, we made each other laugh and ever so happy. Who would have ever thought you and me would let forever come to used to be.
Well what are your convictions now my friend because you used to swear that you would never let go and that you would always be there. I held my bargain, I did my part. I loved you the way you wanted to be loved from my soul, you held my heart, but who would have ever thought you and me would let forever come to used to be.
I KNOW I'M A FOOL
I LEARNED THAT IN SCHOOL
BUT YOU ARE MY BOO
Posted by
Baller21, 03:32, 10th December 2003:
Hey guys .. I have a project due for english and I have to write about this guy that I don't know .. could you help me ?? I know what he likes ...
Posted by
Baller21, 03:33, 10th December 2003:
any1 ?
Posted by
friday, 06:04, 10th December 2003:
Remembered for.....
I don't know you
You don't know me
But that doesn't stop
Me drinking my hot sweet tea
I saw you once in the supermarket
You turned away from me
As I was staring endlessly
At you, you were taking a pee
Remember? The old lady
Who called forth security
They grabbed you, you cried
Out, endlessly
In fact I'm glad that I
Don't know you, you see
Coz taking a pee in the supermarket
Is really not what one should be
Remembered for.......
Posted by
catriona, 22:17, 6th February 2004:
i would like someone to help me write a poem 2 my sister who hasn't lived with since i was 12 ,
thanks
it would really help
Posted by
catriona, 22:19, 6th February 2004:
hi any 1 there
Posted by
mama, 17:11, 3rd March 2004:
hi swss!
y dnt you write summit like;
my love is ever blooming,
like a spring time rose,
my heart was ever growing,
until one day it froze!?!
i no its crap but who cares???
Posted by
mama, 17:12, 3rd March 2004:
is any1 there???
plz tlk
Posted by
mama, 17:17, 3rd March 2004:
i fancy rob in mexico!
not really i dnt no y i put dat im just tlk'n 2 my self!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Posted by
mama, 17:17, 3rd March 2004:
ho!ho!ho!
Spell correctly for fucks sake!
Is it? Jesus, why dont people make is easy and use the same name constantly.
Dunno, I cunningly deduced it by noticing the '!!!!!!!!!!!!!111' In-joke.
Posted by
Brock, 17:49, 3rd March 2004:
No point robbing Mexico, anyway. No money there...
Posted by
Uma, 17:58, 3rd March 2004:
Who is it?
Ain't not me.
Who wanted a poem written, anyway? Give me the details and I'll give it a whirl.
Posted by
reitsma, 21:48, 3rd March 2004:
i also noticed the "summit" instead of "something" (or, as they would have spelt it "sumfin").
toolbag.
Posted by
bugs, 18:56, 7th March 2004:
can sum1 help me write a poem about an earthquake
Posted by
bugs, 18:57, 7th March 2004:
please
Posted by
bugs, 18:58, 7th March 2004:
forget it then
Posted by
Brock, 19:46, 7th March 2004:
All the patience of a saint, there, monkey boy. Is it really that hard to read the post date/time stamps and work out that this isn't a real time chat room?
Deeeerrrrr!
Okay, an earthquake. I shall set my mind to it.
Posted by
Sul, 23:15, 7th March 2004:
Try something like:
D--Boooom
---Shiver
---Was that the earth?
A--Did you hear the boom quake shiver
---Or was it just my kick-ass verse
Em-Yeah my boom quiver baby gonna rock your world
---Cause you know my boom shake quiver's gonna make you fucking hurl!
And you can come up with the rest
Posted by
Sul, 23:19, 7th March 2004:
Ive only been playing the guitar for a week but I promise you that sounds the bollocks!
or maybe its because I'm a little pissed
Posted by
Brock, 23:44, 7th March 2004:
Arse!
I too, am subject to the powers of lady alcohol and her mystical head-fuckiness powers. She chose the portal that was Grolsch to come into my mind and kinda shakey it all up. Weeeeee! *burp*
I think that would be the latter mate :)
It is quite hard not to come in from the pub and go "I know,
i'll write something really witty and clever on iamcal before
i go to bed"
Almost as bad as calling your ex really!
You look in the morning and go "oh god..."
I'm surprised i only put that truck/grenade/alien baloon game up last nite really..
i feel left out, hang on, i'm gonna go get my vodka...
Posted by
Sul, 23:54, 7th March 2004:
Hold up perci, mate. I may have noted it down badly. Let me see if I can find a mic and really cause myself some grief tomorrow.
Not that I doubt your musical talent at all. Its just that it seems hard to go wrong wrong with a D-A-Em song.
Go for it :)
If you need somewhere to host the audio, you can mail it to me mate.
Not that i want you to make a fool of yourself, but more because
i want to hear what this sounds like!
I get the point! not bad at all mate :D
I totally mis-interpreted the style you were going for, i was expecting
more kind of rap-metal with those lyircs. Hmmm, i'll see if i can throw together
a version...
All writing credit to you obviously :)
Posted by
kelsey, 04:58, 19th March 2004:
hey my friend is goin thro hard times i need some help to right a poem to get him threw every thing sumthing that can speak to him his problem is that he thinks he has no life that no one cares bout him but i do and i no other people do to i just need sumthing that can show him that
thx
~~*kelsey*~~
Posted by
Sul, 11:05, 19th March 2004:
Listen to this you grumpy fuck
Not all your friends think you suck
Posted by
Alfie, 11:10, 19th March 2004:
...don't be so wet,
you need a pet,
run off now and go buy a duck
Posted by
Sul, 11:13, 19th March 2004:
We could save the world with our combined power of verse, Chay. Its just a pity that you're too busy and I'm too lazy.
Posted by
Brock, 11:34, 19th March 2004:
There's more to life, you dopey twat,
On your own? then buy a cat.
If you find you still are lonely,
push the boat out, buy a pony!
Posted by
leigh, 11:53, 19th March 2004:
just bye a whore its cheaper and doesent piss on the carpet
Posted by
Brock, 11:54, 19th March 2004:
unless you ask her to. Ewwww
The earthquake of Vesuvius
---------------------------
Was a destructive one
Causing complete terror
Depriving life and fun
When the earthquake occurred
It was unexpected
Before the people realized it
Many of them were dead!
It struck Pompeii
Without any pity
Destroying life
And many a city
It left fear in the minds
Of those who escaped
It left many people
Starving and naked
The victims of the calamity
Gave painful yelps
And a little could be done
With the given help
People all over the world
Tried to do their best
But the victims of the quake
May never know any rest
Posted by
Saltation, around 1st November 2007:
Centuries passed
As they strove in their beds
To get any rest
But alas they were deads.