User blog:Enddayss/poems

I just used a poem generator, I can't write. The results. Were. Huh-larious. No, I didn't write these.

Much I marvelled the lonely sarcophagus

I am shorn of my crypt

And its eyes have all the coffining

My palace, I could not awaken

The royal rapture replacing

You warned me about the bacon

And so I screamed, 'Is that a casserole?'

Death shall bring sphinxes

Take thy windpipe from out my heart

I crave the long, limited liver

What could there be more purely la?

'It's that tartar sauce,' I muttered

That au gratin baked potato - that au gratin baked potato

Replacing and replacing with my rib cage

Paige, paige!

Have a snickers, mate.

Lunar - tormentor of my dreams

And so you came gently chattering

The celestial comoros chatting

The calendar month brought such sorrow

I crave the saturnian, smelly superior planet

I crave the splendid, sidereal spring equinox

I am shorn of my goldilocks

It threw its ghost against the glooms

My mind always strays to dusks

In there stepped an unquiet ghostliness

The anomalistic year laughed

It was daft

That lonely snowscape - that lonely snowscape

The bosky burnt sienna blethering

And so I screamed, 'Is that a ptolemaic system?'

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;"> WELL, I S  I T?! 

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">Ok, I got a villanelle

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">Serenity couldn't stop thinking about the Lead It was just so grey and unique Always remembering indeed

That morning, Serenity was shocked by the speed She had to calm herself with a critique Serenity couldn't stop thinking about the Lead

Later, Serenity was spooked by a head She thought the situation had become rather chic Always remembering indeed

Lion tried to distract her with a bed Said her mind had become too oblique Serenity couldn't stop thinking about the Lead

Serenity took action like a led The Lead was like a toxic leak Always remembering indeed

Serenity nosedived like a hard feed Her mind became dangerously sleek Serenity couldn't stop thinking about the Lead Always remembering indeed

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">The lead is very...i n t e r e s t i n g

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">A Haiku.

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">Tedious gloaming when a shallow, pale pond hunts into the pencil

<p onclick="document.getElementById('id_7').checked = true; captureForm; document.form.submit;">Some literal autopraise I got.

The juxtaposition of pond and pencil is truly inspired."

what

"I don't like short poems. So why am I reviewing a haiku, you may wonder? Well, I liked the title - 'Pond'. It went down hill from there."

Why?! Why did you like P O N D?!

"Amazing how so few words can set a scene so perfectly. I close my eyes and all I can see is the tedious gloaming."

G L O A M S T E D I O U S L Y

"I felt that I was a pond. It was spooky. I hope to read more by(PEN NAME). Perhaps next time, something longer."

BE THE POND, DATE THE POND, KNOW THE POND, SEE THE POND, RAT OUT THE POND

"I've always wanted to write a haiku about a pond. I can't belive(PEN NAME) has beaten me to it."

I mean, not like there are a thousand poems like that.

"Tedious gloaming is a popular first line for a haiku. It's incredible how much diversity can be achieved with those final lines."

 POPULAR FIRST LINE 

I can't-

Quick poem, A N G E R Y poem.

Whose seal is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite angry though.

She was cross like a dark potato.

I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her seal a shake,

And screams I've made a bad mistake.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The seal is enjoyable, silly and deep,

But she has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.

Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,

With thoughts of violence in her head,

A flash of rage and she sees red.

Without a pause I turned and fled.

 VERI CROSS POTATO 

"I can really relate to this. My seal is also enjoyable, silly and deep."

L I M E R I C K S

There once was a lass who liked gravy.

She said, "See the lovely davey!"

It was rather rich,

But not quite crochet stitch

She couldn't say no to the slavey.

Sonnets are fun.

My evil shark, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you feed, squeak and hoot, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the slim beirut.

Let me compare you to a dim ember? You are more mighty, friendly and major. Grim winds shake the leafage of September, And autumntime has the mim teenager.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your style and personality. Thinking of your bruising style fills my days. My hate of you is deemed reality. Now I must away with a musing hate, Remember my lean words whilst we're apart.

ITS DIDACTIC CINQUAIN TIME

Telephone Newfangled, transoceanic Laughing, speaking, misdialling Sometimes I'd dream about telefaxing Ring


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Hyenas portage.

Innumerable rhinoceroses oar.

Perennial chrysanthemums paddle.

Persian kittens scull.

Oftener lilacs totter.

Precious coppers snowshoe.

Obsidian blades snorkel.

Tiny lotuses bloom.

Amphibious lemurs ruff.

Magnificent peonies swim.

Unseen lilacs hock.

Stemless violets train

HIPPOPOTAMUSSSS

Pay attention to the crispy calamari, the crispy calamari is the most sauteed seafood of all. Crispy calamari. Does the crispy calamari make you shiver? does it?

I saw the sauteed cruciferous plant of my generation destroyed, How I mourned boiled broccoli. Now cooked is just the thing, To get me wondering if boiled broccoli are saute.

I cannot help but stop and look at the fat, chalky camembert. Now profitable is just the thing, To get me wondering if the chalky camembert is fruitful.

Mourning boiled broccoliiiiiiii rip sad T-T