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General Discussion & Feedback => Just Chat! => Topic started by: Mr. Scientist on 01/12/2009 23:06:47
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
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I hate the way you smile at me,
making me feel like misery,
as though she does not care,
Though at thought my heart could not bare,
I hate the way he ruins my smile,
as though the love is set on trials,
I wonder sometimes whether it's worth it,
Or end it and jump into the bottomless pit,
I hate it when she tells me i'm wrong,
but she loves me when i sing her a song,
on the wildest of expectations,
she surprises on her illuminations,
I hate it when he gives me a shove in the back,
sometimes i drain, i just want to hit the sack,
but i like it when he joins with me,
and telling the rest a little too free...
so i hate it.
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right then
she thinks she is so clever
with the nasty little back chat
remember that i am the boss
ill make her pay for that
if you go fishing for this asshole
you will net a fine catch
hear head is full of sawdust
and i have a match
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right then
she thinks she is so clever
with the nasty little back chat
remember that i am the boss
ill make her pay for that
if you go fishing for this asshole
you will net a fine catch
hear head is full of sawdust
and i have a match
Bravo... not bad.
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the price for my stupidity
a noose around my neck
the next time that she sais goodday
be sure you go and check
mislay your smile this disacriphile
is turned on by your size
when she has her eye on you
good fortune and time flys
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the price for my stupidity
a noose around my neck
the next time that she sais goodday
be sure you go and check
mislay your smile this disacriphile
is turned on by your size
when she has her eye on you
good fortune and time flys
This is personal. I get your feelings, not me, but the one you leant out your hardrive?
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too bloody true
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the spiteful ignorance
the verbal diarrhoea
the awful intolerance
the clients a pain in the rear
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and more and more the frenchies ask
i want some mre and now
you upity little french man
you wife the face of a sauw
mai oui cou cou
fronchmon say evident, je demand le manager
jooost pas que le plate le plate
arive eh don mon coue
tryed to do that phoneticly might of failed
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too bloody true
Then let the ego rip ;)
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Poverty of hate.
Hate is a hot iron,
that can sear the mind.
With coals of envy,
and wounds of many kind.
The price is much higher,
when one chooses to hate.
Than that for the hated,
and greater misery the fate.
So choose well your course,
and remember there's a price.
For every contemptous rage,
and every tortured vice.
................Ethos
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Very good
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Very good
Thank you sir, I honor your critical review.
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I like your use of the extended metaphor, not forgetting of course the rhythm too.
Very good 2
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
Hate is a natural human emotion for some of us :) One that we never or (would rather not) put a tag on called ''hate'' - displeased... is that lighter, because if anything, you're very good at poetry.
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No, I know hate, but also know the destruction it brings to my heart and life if I allow it to live inside of myself... like a egg that rots from the inside out..it is awful.
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No I know hate but also know the dstruction it brings to my heart and life if I alow it to live inside of myself.. like a egg that rots from the inside out..it is awful.
good answer
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
Ewe could of written:
I know not how to write of hate
I'll just read not participate
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All these poems here are fantastic !....ewe are all very talented indeed !
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All these poems here are fantastic !....ewe are all very talented indeed !
*Big smiles* - YES! We are. Everyone is. I am so happy this thread was made now.
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
Ewe could of written:
I know not how to write of hate
I'll just read not participate
lol - VG
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No I know hate but also know the dstruction it brings to my heart and life if I alow it to live inside of myself.. like a egg that rots from the inside out..it is awful.
good answer
LOL...I am glad that it was satisfactory and to your liking!
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
Ewe could of written:
I know not how to write of hate
I'll just read not participate
LOL..LOL Yes indeedy I could have... LOL...but you see I left it for you to do, cause you do it so well...LOL..
and it was Kwality poetry and you know it!
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So this will be my second poetry thread... Karen made some excellent ones last time, and the topic we seemed to adhere to was love.
This time let it be its antithesis... hate. [:(!]
So did you..
I don't know how to write of hate.. so I will read this instead of participating.
Ewe could of written:
I know not how to write of hate
I'll just read not participate
LOL..LOL Yes indeedy I could have... LOL...but you see I left it for you to do, cause you do it so well...LOL..
and it was Kwality poetry and you know it!
LOL..thanks Kareny mam...but ewe know full well I can't write to save my life....these poems here above are like.,..well good !!
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Such Modesty hath he,
that he won't take credit,
for his own poetry!
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in better frame of mind cos i am not at work
but house work i must do right now but i can look a twerp
as i should of done it ages ago my wife shell bust my balls
i have no time to finish off or know what product to use when cleaning i know cock all
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now neilep can make us laugh
with tales of such smelly farts
the sheep i think might need a bath
his rhymes are über smart
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lol..very nice....
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now neilep can make us laugh
with tales of such smelly farts
the sheep i think might need a bath
his rhymes are über smart
LOL..excellent Geo Driver:
It's true I smell a sheepie smell
An aromatic sheep bouquet
But till my birthday comes around
They'll be no bath today !!
boom boom !
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bath time comes once a year
a dip is nice its true
but you could have a smelly rear
an oderous sent of poo
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My bum doth smell
It somewhat lingers
But cute it is
My anal sphincter !
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the only sound that sheep might make
is sizzle on my over filled plate!
i was gonna write more but then i forgot the rest
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A jolly copper went out one night,
Upon his policeman's old pushbike.
"I'll keep the streets safe for you"
He said as he trod in some doggy do.
He raised his hand up to his helmet,
Then bent his knees to air his pelmet.
"Good evnin' all" he did then say,
Got out his truncheon which he started to sway.
'Ello, he thought, what's goin' on 'ere,
I shall investigate, for I have no fear.
Into the car park he did stroll,
To investigate a steamy car was his goal.
He pointed his torch in through the glass,
And the sight that met him left him aghast.
"What the devil" the copper exclaimed,
As he trod in something nasty once again.
"Wind down this window" the copper did shout,
And as it opened the steam billowed out.
"It's alright constable" a young man said,
"This is my girl Doris and my name's Fred".
They'd been for drive to a restaurant,
Now sat in the back 'cause there's no room in the front.
It got a bit steamy at the end of the night,
"When you looked in the window, it gave us a fright".
Now the copper looked and after checking,
The young man said "we were only necking".
But the copper asked "What's this you threw away?"
"And please, young sir, put your neck away!"
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I think some of these are hillarious! GW
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‘Christmas’ is an acronym.
Contrived
Habitual
Reason
Invented for
Spending
Truly
Monumental
Amounts on
Schmuck.
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Poverty of hate.
Hate is a hot iron,
that can sear the mind.
With coals of envy,
and wounds of many kind.
The price is much higher,
when one chooses to hate.
Than that for the hated,
and greater misery the fate.
So choose well your course,
and remember there's a price.
For every contemptous rage,
and every tortured vice.
................Ethos
My Prison:
I live in this prison and,
I've placed each and every stone.
A prison of my own making,
I stay here and am quite alone.
A prison of my own making,
yet I possess a key.
A key of great weight, so heavy,
that I shall never be set free.
This key of great weight, so heavy,
and no escape as my fate.
This test so huge and fearful,
that I stumble under it's weight.
This test so huge and fearful,
in this prison of my own making.
With a key of great weight, so heavy,
my heart fails due the shaking.
.................Infy,.........aka; Ethos
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I think some of these are hillarious! GW
I agree Geo, They are quite good and funny...
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A jolly copper went out one night,
Upon his policeman's old pushbike.
"I'll keep the streets safe for you"
He said as he trod in some doggy do.
He raised his hand up to his helmet,
Then bent his knees to air his pelmet.
"Good evnin' all" he did then say,
Got out his truncheon which he started to sway.
'Ello, he thought, what's goin' on 'ere,
I shall investigate, for I have no fear.
Into the car park he did stroll,
To investigate a steamy car was his goal.
He pointed his torch in through the glass,
And the sight that met him left him aghast.
"What the devil" the copper exclaimed,
As he trod in something nasty once again.
"Wind down this window" the copper did shout,
And as it opened the steam billowed out.
"It's alright constable" a young man said,
"This is my girl Doris and my name's Fred".
They'd been for drive to a restaurant,
Now sat in the back 'cause there's no room in the front.
It got a bit steamy at the end of the night,
"When you looked in the window, it gave us a fright".
Now the copper looked and after checking,
The young man said "we were only necking".
But the copper asked "What's this you threw away?"
"And please, young sir, put your neck away!"
Very funny Don One.. some how I had forgotten this thread...
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Poverty of hate.
Hate is a hot iron,
that can sear the mind.
With coals of envy,
and wounds of many kind.
The price is much higher,
when one chooses to hate.
Than that for the hated,
and greater misery the fate.
So choose well your course,
and remember there's a price.
For every contemptous rage,
and every tortured vice.
................Ethos
My Prison:
I live in this prison and,
I've placed each and every stone.
A prison of my own making,
I stay here and am quite alone.
A prison of my own making,
yet I possess a key.
A key of great weight, so heavy,
that I shall never be set free.
This key of great weight, so heavy,
and no escape as my fate.
This test so huge and fearful,
that I stumble under it's weight.
This test so huge and fearful,
in this prison of my own making.
With a key of great weight, so heavy,
my heart fails due the shaking.
.................Infy,.........aka; Ethos
So very sad Ethos..But your writing is quite good and I have missed reading your scribe... Thanks for sharing.