Let’s this be thread where you post YOUR Lyrics, as encouragement I’ll start:
my heart being caged
soul being raged
the distance between us
never engaged
blood filled with pain
spilled in the rain
for the forsaken
drown in the taint
C.
cool you can rhyme
There once was a man from Nantucket…
…he once shit in a bucket.
What is this? First grade?
he knew how to wipe
but it didn’t suffice
cuz the shit got all over his hand.
F*ck it!
I call this poem; I hate advisors
O, advisors, wand’ring floaty bastards,
How I wish I could stuff y’all in a trash can,
I would do it with a plot so dastard,
Involving satellites and science.
What do you do?
Why do you do?
Get off my planet,
You combine dicks.
Eli Vance
Ode to the seven hour war
Trumpets blared nightmarishly
because fallopian tubes
farmed earthworms hydroponically,
and brobdingnagian squelchers
upholstered their clogs.
Colossal togs were opened
wide!
“Gadzooks!”
proclaimed Chief Freezing-Their-Bazookas-Off,
while raggedly clad
atop sweet gum tree.
Headcrabs, cavorting wildly,
plow the turnpike green
with limes, zucchini, spinach,
slime and Xenians.
Get ready for a beatdown of slam poetry.
FUCK.
Roses are red
and so are you
In Soviet Russia…
Roses are red
violets are blue
I want your face
covered in poo
HAR HAR I AM A LYRICAL GENIUS!
Bonus points if you know which dictator was a amatuer poet who became mildly famous for poetry long before he came to power.
“The pinkish bud has opened,
Rushing to the pale-blue violet
And, stirred by a light breeze,
The lily of the valley has bent over the grass.”
(alas, you cannot translate poetry, so it’s far better written in it’s mother language)
Wrote a poem once called “Atmospheric discharge.” Got sent to the school psychologists after that, as I was in the 8th grade back then. Never had anyone appreciate my poetry since then…
Atmospheric discharge
People die,
clouds fly by.
Ticking, a grenade explodes,
bodies fade away, no words.
People die,
clouds fly by.
Slowly bullets hit a chest,
they strike my head, my breast,
humans at their best.
People die,
clouds fly by.
Trees and stones are shaking,
tanks and planes in hurry
and eternal unrest.
People, die!
Clouds, fly by!
thats not bad
i’d post some of my own stuff, but i’m afraid of having my self-doubt confirmed
I don’t think i have written any spring poems but here are two about midsummer:
Ode to fishy love
i am the master
of this gibbous skiff
you are my comely
counselor and concubine
for herring we row,
daring cliff after cliff
they leap with such delight,
lets take a dip
Bloater (Too many in the Cask)
Pound!
with the willow
from the dazzling,
bulkynose bay
through the smoke,
on the gibs
serve another
of them trays
I float and I think
And I think and I float
About walking and driving a car
And I float and I think
And I think and i float
Since I’m just a brain in a jar…
Can’t remember where I heard this one but I got a kick outta it.
snip
pity he can’t spell