Poetry Corner

Discussion in 'Off-Topic Chat' started by kate_the_horn, Jan 23, 2005.

  1. kate_the_horn

    kate_the_horn New Member

    Similar to the Recipie corner, i thought if anyone had written any poems/limericks to a reasonable standard, you could post them here!

    heres one to start you all off! (i wrote it a while ago)


    When you write something from the heart,
    It doesn't matter where you start,
    The middle is filling
    Begining and end, just bread
    And all of lifes garnish is what has been said.

    Prizes are won, loves are lost,
    People are hurt, and all at what cost?
    The words just gush out to make a final rhyme,
    Every single minute, every single time.

    They Express deep emotions, with the written word
    And does it really matter if the poems ever heard?

    With its very own props,
    The world is but a stage,

    With all of lifes emotions,
    upon the written page


    Kelly Kenyon 2004
     
  2. drummergurl

    drummergurl Active Member

    thats so good!!!!!!!! u should become a poet! hehehe my poems are rubbish!! basically none existant, and if they do exist they are incredibly random
     
  3. There once was a man from Peru
    Who finished his limericks on line 2

    ...
     
  4. rutty

    rutty Active Member

    I wrote this back in the 80s:

    There once was a young man called Stu,
    Who loved to eat modelling glue.
    But he got in a fix,
    Cos he ate some Britfix
    So now he sticks to Uhu

    :)
     
  5. drummergurl

    drummergurl Active Member

    i wrote this just now...

    sarah is my name,
    percussion is my game,
    homework i dont do,
    some people i know have the flu,
    im really cold,
    but not very old,
    im drinking lemonade,
    i dunno where it was made,
    im ruining this thread,
    sorree kel, its my random head.
     
  6. WhatSharp?

    WhatSharp? Active Member

    He Sat in the box His ears at the ready
    a pen in his hand all held nice and steady
    He was listening out for the opening chord
    the one that would tell if they'd got an award
    His mind was sharp with a razor like whit
    he'd write something patronising just for that bit
    then something good about the entry at G
    and a bit about overall tuning at C
    he'd finish it up with a thank you as well
    thats when he began to notice the smell
    alas when they pulled out the corpse they could tell
    farting in boxes is a judges farewell......
     
  7. IckleSop

    IckleSop Active Member

    We Did Have One A While Back It Might Be In The Bin By Now :(
     
  8. stabbyjnr

    stabbyjnr Member

    Against all

    Not all who wander are lost,
    And not all who dream are restless,
    Some wish to overcome and forget,
    But I feel I’m ceaselessly worthless,

    Sometimes, life stands amid,
    The allusions I try to acquire,
    I’m flanked by thoughts and feelings,
    I try, but soon haplessly I tire,

    I chase my dreams with indifference,
    But when I’m provoked I regret,
    I suffer in method and style,
    And my ramparts are never set,

    I do owe humanity my being,
    And I do owe my being time,
    I regret things I have said,
    But guilt of deeds is my crime,

    A crime of imprudence, perhaps,
    A miscalculation of principles,
    Faded scruples of right and wrong,
    A failed break of quantum obstacles,

    I try to sketch and erase with one tip,
    I like to bet with empty pockets,
    I like to stare off precipitous edges,
    Blindly jumping in erroneous sockets,

    Rebel, vie been named and said,
    Radical is my will's famed label,
    I jump in between edgy lines,
    And with it I lay my cards on the table.



    Sara Kenyon 2000-2005
     
  9. Mary had a little dog
    She thought she'd call it Rover
    But when she got it home that day
    It got itself run over

    Sorry to lower the tone :p
     
  10. TIMBONE

    TIMBONE Active Member

    Pigs, pigs, mucky old pigs,with
    Big goggle eyes as brown as figs,
    They have no manners, no manners at all,
    They fight for their food, 'though there's plenty for all.

    They're smelly, dirty, greedy and grumpy,
    Their dirty pink skin is mouldy and lumpy,but
    Despite these facts, don't be mistaken,
    For I tell you friends, they are lovely, as bacon!



    Timothy William Esplen Paton, Weston-super-Mare Grammar School for Boys, 1964. The Headmasters 2nd Form Poetry Prize
     
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  12. TIMBONE

    TIMBONE Active Member

    Here is a 19th Century limmerick by W S Gilbert, (Arthur Sullivan's mate).


    There was a young man from St. Bees, who was
    Stung on the arm by a wasp,
    When asked did it hurt, he said
    "No, not at all",
    "I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet".

     
  13. Will the Sec

    Will the Sec Active Member

    I was always impressed with the lyrical prowess of Alison Clarkson, aka Betty Boo.

    Anyone called Betty Boo who could repeatedly namecheck herself in a rap, and not rhyme with the word hoop backwards, is a genius.
     
    Last edited: Jan 25, 2005
  14. There once was a young girl named Cleo
    Who dated a violinist from Rio
    She ripped off her panties
    said 'i don't like andantes'
    'I want this Allegro con brio!'
     
  15. TIMBONE

    TIMBONE Active Member

    There was a young lady from Lytham
    Who played with a band and went with 'em
    It's sad to relate
    She's had twelve kids to date
    All drummers with no sense of rhythm
     

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