Im going to host a poem competition,
type up a good long poem and post it here.
im sure andersson will come by to show his creativity.
I look forward to reading your poems.

The results will be said in the next topic.

The poem may be about anything.

national? Which is the one country that can enter?

There was once a man called enis...

i cut my wrist cuz
i'm an emo
i like girly man rock cuz
i'm an emo
i tried to get an icon on NG for me cuz
i'm an emo
i suck and this isn't even a good poem cuz
i'm an emo
(sobb i'm gonna go cut)

At 10/15/05 01:33 PM, _ashley_ wrote: Im going to host a poem competition,

think it through next time.

Mick the champion,thank you ill remember that next time.

At 10/15/05 01:44 PM, -Canas- wrote: Well, despite the negative attitudes. I love foward to reading SOMEBODIES shit.

I dont like you very much.

At 10/15/05 01:42 PM, Mick_the_champion wrote: So...Andersson is the judge or what?

If you're making a competition you should probably try to organise it better, post some rules - add a deadline and maybe have a panel of judges or something.

I'll help judge, or enter a poem - either way is good, I have to do a poetry unit in my college course so I should probably get involved with this.

Agreed. Try posting some rules, and gathering together some judges. This could actually be rather cool, but it needs some organization and order.

So, think of a set of terms and conditions for the contest, and post them.

Dear Ng
you bring me
to my knees
with every plee
that a user makes
after a noobs mistake
to use the search bar
cuz he is a retard

tank u

Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted

Here I sit
What a caper
I have to shit
But I'm out of paper

You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!

Some people come here to take a shit,
I came here to leave one.

Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls...

Here I sit, I'm at a loss
trying to shit out taco sauce.
When it comes, I hope and pray,
I don't blow my ass away

Here I sit, I'm at a loss
trying to shit out taco sauce.
When it comes, I hope and pray,
I don't blow my ass away

nice.............

fag
fag
fag
fag
fag
fag
fag
bag
uh hag
..........................................
..well its rhymes atleast

At 10/15/05 01:57 PM, runesk8er wrote: Here I lie in stinky vapor,

Save!

2 little love birds fly above,
they drop on me a message of love,
"damn" said i, as i wiped my eye,
Its a feckin good job cows cant fly.

Thank You Please

i personally don't like poems at all!

My eyes are burning
I can not see.
My wrists are flooding
Like a red mercury sea.
My life is ending
someones there.
Who can it be,
for no one will care.
I awake with a start.
To olny find out I survived.
Im in a hospital bed
olny to realize, I would live.
My parents are devastated.
Too bad they will find out.
I will die on there round about.

I made up this poem short handed, so I know it will suck.

Is mine anygood at all????? TELL ME!!!!!!!!

If this develops into any level of seriousness I might conjour something up.

Otherwise no.

Does it have to ryhme(sp?)?

I look at your eyes, and see the pain
Of love and hate all in one game
If I asked you, do you love me?
Im lonely without you, you finish the puzzle,
A puzzle called love, you cant imagine the pain it drives
Through my thoughts, through my veins
I want to feel your skin, silk smooth hair
You siffty lips.
I look at your eyes, and see the pain
Of love and hate all in one game
If I asked you, do you love me?

</emo>

ok so who wins?!?!?

fantasy becomes thee

fear threatens to invade the lively soul
where light rains into the darkness.
the chill that melts
awe from a child's face,
as a spirit passing before the lips
and draining life away.
ice burns with imprisoned passion
of ardent lovers, cooled by reality's touch
upon their souls.
how strong unspoken words seem.
the shrill silence that pervades the wood
wakes the sinful innocence,
causing the sifferers more pain.
the calmness of the wild beast,
with roses for hooves and gold thread for eyes,
sundering the reflection of miserable shadows
and dancing pines.
imperfections of nature provide the soul
with dreams of escape.
escape from the heart, keeping the form
bound to its footprints.

-ally g. '05

At 10/15/05 01:41 PM, -Zef- wrote: national? Which is the one country that can enter?

*Whispers*
I think she ment international, but she thought it was national

nice 8/10,great poem

Oh is say to myself!
Life is a game!
But through out it!
There is no great gain!
-LIFE SUCKS!

-Littlenorwegians-

Why must we all test this fate?
To fade to black or just to fade?
Everything I had cost a price.
Cut myself just to see me die.
My wife has passed on to a better place.
How were we to cope when you were raped?
There is nothing left anymore.
The darkness will take hold.
Goodbye world. you cruel heartless face.
I will always love her now, forever and always.

There once was a man named Enis, wh- Ooh, wait, I can't do that one! Heheh...

Are you going to have semi finals and finals for the best poems or is this just a straight forwarded competetion?

At 10/15/05 06:07 PM, airforcefoot25 wrote: Are you going to have semi finals and finals for the best poems or is this just a straight forwarded competetion?

yeah semi finals would be interesting... and if there isnt can we post more than one poem to "compete"? (my first poem is on page 1 "fantasy becomes thee")

Willy with a thirst for gore,
nailed the baby to the door.
His mother said with humor quant:
"really dear, dont marr the paint"

Willy saw some dynamite.
Couldnt understand it quite.
Curiosity never pays.
It rained Willy 7 days