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Topic: Poetry Contest: Tip your favorite poems (Read 6267 times)
if you have
a paining in you, paint.
if you have a song to sing, sing.
don't judge your creation.
just create it.
banish doubt and fear
and step out of your own way
if you have to
write if you're a writer
and invent if you're inventor.
do what you were born to do.
only than will you know
a remarkable life.
a paining in you, paint.
if you have a song to sing, sing.
don't judge your creation.
just create it.
banish doubt and fear
and step out of your own way
if you have to
write if you're a writer
and invent if you're inventor.
do what you were born to do.
only than will you know
a remarkable life.
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
A long long time ago
I can still remember
I didn't what haiku were
And I knew if I had a poem
It needs to be big as a tome
And maybe even rhyme a little there.
But people yelled five seven five
I answered "Please just get a live,
You wheeaboos are crazy
Your rhyming is just lazy"
I can't remember who the bloke
Who told me "It's a buddhist joke"
But something touched me deep and broke
The day the haiku woke.
And I'm rhyming:
Hai, Hai, Japanesian guy,
I'm like a Shogun with my Bōkun
I am the West Samurai
And good old boys were drinking sake from rice,
singing "This'll be the day that I hai-
This'll be the day that I hai-
-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
I can still remember
I didn't what haiku were
And I knew if I had a poem
It needs to be big as a tome
And maybe even rhyme a little there.
But people yelled five seven five
I answered "Please just get a live,
You wheeaboos are crazy
Your rhyming is just lazy"
I can't remember who the bloke
Who told me "It's a buddhist joke"
But something touched me deep and broke
The day the haiku woke.
And I'm rhyming:
Hai, Hai, Japanesian guy,
I'm like a Shogun with my Bōkun
I am the West Samurai
And good old boys were drinking sake from rice,
singing "This'll be the day that I hai-
This'll be the day that I hai-
-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Awesome, you could be the next Weird Al
Nice poetry guys, you're all a lot more creative than me lol.
A long long time ago
I can still remember
I didn't what haiku were
And I knew if I had a poem
It needs to be big as a tome
And maybe even rhyme a little there.
But people yelled five seven five
I answered "Please just get a live,
You wheeaboos are crazy
Your rhyming is just lazy"
I can't remember who the bloke
Who told me "It's a buddhist joke"
But something touched me deep and broke
The day the haiku woke.
And I'm rhyming:
Hai, Hai, Japanesian guy,
I'm like a Shogun with my Bōkun
I am the West Samurai
And good old boys were drinking sake from rice,
singing "This'll be the day that I hai-
This'll be the day that I hai-
-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
I can still remember
I didn't what haiku were
And I knew if I had a poem
It needs to be big as a tome
And maybe even rhyme a little there.
But people yelled five seven five
I answered "Please just get a live,
You wheeaboos are crazy
Your rhyming is just lazy"
I can't remember who the bloke
Who told me "It's a buddhist joke"
But something touched me deep and broke
The day the haiku woke.
And I'm rhyming:
Hai, Hai, Japanesian guy,
I'm like a Shogun with my Bōkun
I am the West Samurai
And good old boys were drinking sake from rice,
singing "This'll be the day that I hai-
This'll be the day that I hai-
-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Seems like their art worked.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.
No need to escape the haiku
It's nothing but mumbo jumbo
Just like this poem written without rhyme
Or even reason for that matter
Just write down whatever shit comes to mind
And call it talent and art
Thus one has to wonder
If in Japanese - haiku means dog-shit
And come to think of utter nonesense
Do Japanese dogs sound different
When they bark compared to American dogs
Cause that would explain a lot
Given none of this haiku BS does
Seems like their art worked.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.
This thread was pretty entertaining,
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.
Here is a tip for those who give a shit
Don't write bullshit and call it fit
Cause without talent you're bound to make up shit
And only a fool would gaze upon your wet turd and call it a hit
Man, haiku downright makes me angry. It's the fecal paintings of poetry. It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.
When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside.
That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry.
Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.
Some art is meant to make you feel at peace,
Other art is meant to raise feelings of rage.
Who am I to define what art may be?
I am me and me decides what is art or not. Without boundaries or definition a piece of fresh shit covered in peanuts and a swarm of flies, on top of a canvas which makes you sick and angry will be considered art by mindless fools. And why should I allow the idiots of the world to define something when I could easily do it just as well.
This thread was pretty entertaining,
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
Man, haiku downright makes me angry. It's the fecal paintings of poetry. It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.
When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside.
That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry.
Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.
Some art is meant to make you feel at peace,
Other art is meant to raise feelings of rage.
Who am I to define what art may be?
Let’s write some haiku,
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks
Man, haiku downright makes me angry. It's the fecal paintings of poetry. It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.
When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside.
That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry.
Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
Let’s write some haiku,
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it
Jumps out in the air
To save Peter Lambert now
HOLY SHI- and splat
Lol, this exchange made my day.
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it
Jumps out in the air
To save Peter Lambert now
HOLY SHI- and splat
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
Lmfao.
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
LOL A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.
hero member
Activity: 756
Merit: 500
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
A haiku:
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air
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