obviously the most fucking useful subject in school that will teach you how to pay taxes and have a nice life
dude i just had a poetry exam in school and now i have the cure for cancer and a phd in physics
Ohohohoho... That is BAD! Jesus christ! You and Andrew both. IT DOESN'T NEED TO RHYME! You don't need everything to rhyme. Bottom shelf. That's some bottom shelf poetry.
Hym "Holy shit is your poetry not very good. Mine inspired so many bodies of work that I'm technically one of the greatest writers of all time. But your shit poetry? That, on the other hand, is the worst thing ever written. "
I love you is the most beautiful lie
A word you can say looking into my eye
Our story didn't last.
But it's still the best one i know
Tho it didn't last, you really helped me grow
At one point in my life, you were my hero.
is it wrong that i still love you
is it wrong to still be in love with you
I'm still in love with the impossibility of us.
I will always love you, even from a distance
I could never forget your existence
And even if they try i would never give into insistence
How can i love someone new,
when every night i dream about you
You weren't ready to love and i wasn't ready either
We both hurted each other, told our minds they was a keeper
Out of all the lies you told me, i love you was my favorite
I want it all back but I don't wanna seem desperate.
I love you is the most beautiful lie
A word you can say looking into my eye.
this poetry is about a beautiful lie
The moon is hiding
The sun is rising
I am in Costinesti
And I see a shit in the sea
=))))))
Erick: you know what poetry in a second is like?
Maya: like a shit in a sea!
Computer program code, generally written by a person whos ego has the gravitational pull of the sun, that once read causes the reviewer to want to rip out their own insides.
A example of Vogon Poetry Code would be:
$id = 0;
while (!$id || mysql_error()) {
$id = rand(1, 10000000);
mysql_query("INSERT INTO `table` (id) VALUES ('".$id."'");
}
A public gathering where talentless liberals applaud each other’s verbal mutterings of whatever meaningless drivel they believe is poetry (virtually any thought they can croak into a microphone while feigning profound sincerity).
Jill: “Hey Jack, only $20 admission to the poetry slam tonight. Wanna go?”
Jack: “Anyone who pays admission for a circle-jerk is the one getting slammed.”
Poetry personified
The person reading this.
Poetry personified