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I just wanna know if I restarted the roses are red violets are blue jokes bcz after i posted mine 3 days ago i get like 7 likes and then like 3 people have the roses are red violets are blue poems ☠️

Ode to FeetLust

There once was a user named FeetLust, so sly, With a twinkle of Skibidi in his eye. He danced to the beat of the Sigma tune, In Ohio's halls, beneath the moon.

FeetLust was no ordinary lad, He dabbled in memes, both strange and rad. A master of trends, with moves so swift, In the land of the weird, he'd always lift.

Ohio’s winds whispered his name, Sigma’s aura, his claim to fame. Skibidi's sway, his finest trait, FeetLust’s style? Oh, it's great!

A legend of laughs, with a twist of bizarre, In the depths of the internet, he's a star. So here’s to FeetLust, wherever he roams, In the land of the odd, he's made it his home.

Hey gangsters, got a little challenge, just for shits and giggles. A poem, 12 lines long, 7-12 syllables per line. Ryne structure should alternate A, to B, to C for the first 9 lines, then for the final 3 do C, B, A. With the 10th line being a question of some sort.

If you forget me Poem: I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by lit… Read more

This year in our English class, all the stories we read were about death. The poems are all about depression and dying. In Hindi class we read a whole story about a selfish man who let an orphan freeze to death in the cold. Death does not faze me anymore

my poem #1..

Resilience Glows:

The seeds of doubt, like shadows, grow, Casting a pallor on the dreams we sow. But in this narrative of not enough, Lie the lessons of resilience and tough. For imperfection is a human song, A melody to which we all belong. In flaws and failures, strength is found, So let not the echoes of doubt prevail, For in your efforts, a story unveils. In every stumble, in every miss, For you are more than the sum of parts, A masterpiece of beating hearts. Embrace the dance of highs and lows In your imperfections, a beauty glows.

So, at school we had to make a poem about our passion, and I chose dance: I arrive at dance Excited and glad. I look around the room And get signed in.

The warmup has begun We begin to stretch, “To the left, To the right, Straighten your legs.”

I feel free I feel weightless. I dance my worries off.

The music then starts We go from the start, 1⁄2 an hour passes, Hip hop has begun.

Why is dance easy for some, But h… Read more

Fuck a opp, that boy a bimbo, gettin' low, they playin' limbo Tried to slice me, I went Kimbo, opp hoes get turned to widows He was stretchin' shit for shitshow, now he ridin' in a limo I'm the fiddler on the roof, I'm sendin' fifty out the window I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fire below Them hearts cold, it ain't melt, Robert Frost, it doesn't explode Them boys suck, to each his own, they tried to slide, epic poem So if it's smoke then let me know.

Does anyone have any cool poems? Abt love, depression, or whatever might be on ur mind.

1 2, buckle my shoe! 3 4, buckle some more! 5 6, Nike kicks! 7 8, you gained some more weight! 9 10, you are a BIG FAT HEN! *My version*

A.I. generated poem:

I found it in an old book, hidden in a dusty shelf A poem that chilled my blood and made me doubt myself It spoke of ancient horrors, of things that lurk in the dark Of secrets best forgotten, of sins that leave a mark

It had no title or author, no date or place of origin But every word was written with a twisted sense of sin It rhymed with eerie precision, it flowed with dreadful grace It drew… Read more

Can you find the password hidden in this poem? Only the first five to answer correctly will go through to my next challenge (officially) others can still participate but not count in the final draw to find who's the riddler amongst us...

Sir, I bear a rhyme excelling In mystic force and magic spelling Celestial sprites elucidate All my own striving cant relate