Amateur Poetry Thread?

by lIllIIlllIIIlllIII

19 comments

  1. I’ve recently started to try to write some poetry as an outlet for some emotions I’m feeling during some of the most radical changes of my life.

    Does anyone else have any they might like to share?

  2. Aren’t animals such lovely creatures?

    All my life I have grown up with pets.

    They are cute, very cuddly and love to be stroked

    And are interesting study for vets.

    I love my fluffy bunny rabbit

    And my dog that keeps jumping our fence.

    And I would be sad if they were taken and used

    In cosmetic experiments.

  3. Sticky floors and lack of tunes,

    Yeah you’ve guessed it

    I’m in spoons

  6. A click of a button

    Steam and rolling water

    Bleary eyes stare at the Half Empty Fridge

    The Half Empty Fridge stares back

    Milk in hand, the mug and expectant teabag await

    Pour of water and Pour of milk

    Shit, the milk’s off

  7. There was an old burd from Clydebank, for a fiver would give you a wank.

    As wide as the Clyde and twice as polluted, you only go there if yer blootered.

    Yours is nice, insightful, and grown up. Here is my puerile and daft level and only marginally better than “cowboy billy.”

  8. The tune rings out, the engine roars.

    “Ooh that looks good, can I have yours?”

    Crisps? Who gets crisps? It’s an ice cream van, don’t take the piss.

    When I was a boy, a 99 was 99! £3.50? That sounds fine.

    It’s amazing how much money you’ll make with 3p of milk and a miniature flake.

    Stand back kids, it’s onto the next street, a high-pitched rattle of bottles and sweets.

    All day surrounded by the treats that he sells, a switch is flicked, it turns on the bells.

    (to the tune) But why is it always damn Greensleeves? We deserve so much more than just Greensleeves.

  11. She stood on the bridge at midnight, her lips were all a quiver.

    She gave a cough, her leg fell off, and floated down the river.

  12. There once was a person on reddit

    Who was lacking in social credit

    They just wanted to view some not safe for work

    Maybe have a little jerk

    Alas they fell foul of the OSA remit

  13. There once was a lady from Preston
    With no pockets in the clothes she was dressed in
    So she carried her phone
    In a pouch she had sewn
    Just down from her lower intestine

  14. Fall out of bed
    Upon blaring of alarm
    Curse another late night
    Karma thou art a fickle bitch

    Make my first of many coffees of the day
    Optimistic mood despite my tiredness
    Reading the news same shit again
    Noticed the time on phone
    I hurry to get out now
    No time to waste
    In the car now
    No shoes
    Gahhh
    Shit!

  15. It’s wild how these poems capture such specific, mundane moments and make them so relatable. That feeling of a disappointing morning coffee really hits different. And the spoons one is a perfect, bleak little snapshot of British life. These are the kind of tiny tragedies that make up our days.

  16. Nice poem OP, a bit of mindfulness and a bit of humour. I enjoyed it.

  17. Here’s my go at a poem

    It’s hard to express without knowing

    What you’re feeling or where you’re heading.

    Taxi driver wished he could take his head off

    I asked if he could do mine for a few bob?

    Humble laughs in dark places,

    maybe strangers aren’t just faces

    We all survive, as best we can

    Maybe it’s good to not have a plan

  18. Roses are red
    Violets are twisted
    Bend over, love
    You’re about to get fisted

  19. Words can be wonderful, entrancing, enchanting,
    Words can be beautiful, flowing and dancing.
    Words can be used to bring emotion, illicit
    Responses, whether chaste, perhaps, or explicit.
    Such a tool in our arsenal, you’d be fool to deny
    The effect they can have, make you laugh, make you cry.
    Words can bring a kingdom from a pedestal to its knees,
    Words can last forever, held like whispers in the trees.
    Words are truly magical, with power of all things,
    Words can make kings paupers, or paupers, kings.

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