As a couple of people on this site know, one of my guilty and slightly fabulous persongier hobbies is writing poetry. I’ve been writing a lot recently and my interest is at a peak. I also have BP. So lets see what forumwarz can come up with Log in to see images!

If you enjoy writing poems this could be the easiest 3BP you ever made. Rules are pretty simple, write a poem and post it, don’t be a fabulous person and steal one, yeah you’ll probably get away with it but you’ll always be a boring woman's genitals.

If you have any extra information about you or your situation that will help me understand the poem better (the best poetry is always personal), then post it along with the poem or just tubmail me if you don’t want to post it publically.

I know this is a pretty trollish op I just can’t help it but i’m gonna call no trolling for the actual contest, I don’t want people to be afraid of posting their work.

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first edit If you want to enter more than once thats fine but you may only enter three poems as a maximum

oh forgot to say when the contest finishes, lets say 2 weeks from now

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’LL **** YOU WITH A RAKE.

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It had to be done. HAD TO.

Mod Edit: Considering that the OP specifically stated ‘no trolling’, and this is a Civil Discussion thread, it really didn’t have to be done. Consider this your warning.

Snap017 was banned for this post by Sergeant Cid

baou30 Posted:

You are my poison, but you are my fuel.

You had my love, but you were a fool.

You are my band-aid, but you are my razor.

You are my burden, but you are my favor.

With you I am calm, with you I’m enraged.

With you I am free, but with you I am caged.

With you I am shattered, with you I am mended.

With you I am hated, with you I’m befriended.

Something about you, I don’t understand.

What time was solid, is turned into sand.

My conclusion is simple, lucid, and clear.

I stay with you of love, I stay with you of fear.

That’s my poem, also, **** you.

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Crawling in my skin!

These wounds will never heal!

There they are

drooping over the breakfast plates,

angel-like,

folding in their sad wing,

animal sad,

and only the night before

there they were

playing the banjo.

Once more the day’s light comes

with its immense sun,

its mother trucks,

its engines of amputation.

Whereas last night

the male reproductive organ knew its way home,

as stiff as a hammer,

battering in with all

its awful power.

That theater.

Today it is tender,

a small bird,

as soft as a baby’s hand.

She is the house.

He is the steeple.

When they **** they are God.

When they break away they are God.

When they snore they are God.

In the morning they bumer the toast.

They don’t say much.

They are still God.

All the male reproductive organs of the world are God,

blooming, blooming, blooming

into the sweet blood of woman.

“Impossible Becomes Natural”

We flood empty lakes,

Erase from the clay,

Make dates into time,

Create night into day.

We break cracked sidewalks,

Tear meat from hounds,

Free evil from good,

Mix sights with sounds.

We encourage half-baked plans,

Sear minds with lies,

Trap followers with ideas,

Watched by hidden spies.

We are the Wanted Angels.

“Nine-Tails”

One covered in dirt,

remembering the dusty trail it ran along,

the poacher with the switchblade machete,

the fingerprints still left from getting yanked

no longer pursued after evasion.

One covered in blush,

the stylist that had wanted to cut,

the look she didn’t truly want,

yet now was permanent dye onto

the white that is now pink.

One covered in black ink,

the artist that showed the beauty how to paint.

Such beautiful and stylized portraits

were often created by force and greed,

when the feline decided to go by her own creed.

One covered by ribbons of all sorts,

the types the kittycat wanted,

pretty loops twirling into the air,

when the nightly run would draw

a silhouette of fleeing beauty.

One covered by braided hearts

done by a former mate,

but left in the pattern

to remember the love bumumed,

the nights spent gazing into the moon.

One covered by scars that had no fur

from the attempts of self mutilation tried when life seemed gone.

Alone and craving for the jolt.

Resistance was forced by a nurse on patrol.

Death would not be an option anymore.

One covered by text reading “Hope”,

For at least the one right being who

would care and love, not constantly grope

the sensitive tails that would

lead deep into her soul.

One covered by a face that smiled and frowned,

reflecting the emotional surges that happen.

Both occur rapidly and were usually

the greatest things for her, unbeknown in her mind.

As depressed as she could be, she could still be happy.

One covered by nothing,

still something more to do,

Life still young and ready.

A continued path she would lead

For the true one to be

That would mark the position of her final tale.

“A Charmander’s Dream”

The unstoppable war

The cause of suicidal rage

Twirled batons connected to saw blades

Carriages for the dead

well-prepared

Shields are nowhere

Only offense

Everything to the center

All come in

None go out

Sounds of organic materials being cut

Precious bodily fluids spilt

Fire surrounds all

Charmander stands near his throne

‘Charmander-Char’ in a high squeaky voice

The dictatorship ruled by a monster

who could have fit into his slaves’ jeans

He was now the master

and these humans were his to command to fight.

‘Ember Amber, I choose you!’

Trainer Damn it…

“Speaking through the glbum containment…”

Walls are closing me in every day, I say.

My sentence is for infinite,

Not even an Indian king could give me

the air that I so desperately crave.

By that time, I’d be long into the center of Earth at my grave.

I want the touch of your skin,

To just let you right in to my cell.

Restrictions break our connections,

wrap chains around my waist,

pulling and tossing me into those

subzero rocks near the sea.

How glorious, yet impossible, that it would be.

Oh, how I’ve longed to touch the ocean,

yet they pull me back once more for the

half-hour free-for-all cannibal buffet.

Not a bite for me to scavenge on,

just a bone or two to scrounge out,

just the bare minimum to survive upon,

and, once again, my stomach never becomes full,

because I release it all during the throat-slitters’ hour.

The loss of souls and minds

are made from the aggressiveness of brawn,

leaving bloodtrails down each and every corridor.

Not one limb has fallen from me,

though I’m aware of eunuchs to be,

who survived the previous slaughterfest hour.

I pray for you to never lose

the wonderful mind you learn with,

or find a guy with a girl you want to screw with,

because you will lose more than your mind.

You will lose your head,

left to drip your precious drops of life.

“Cloud Phoenix”

They say there was once a bird,

The silent type always unheard,

Hovering up in the sky,

For all of eternity would it ever fly.

The touch of a human upon it was always forbidden,

Making a biological secret be forever hidden,

Due to the transparency and the height of which cannot be reached,

It makes another lesson of evolution not breached.

What is know, however very little,

Is the bird makes one feel rather belittled.

It contains an immortality so great,

That it is forever the same and never grows from it’s traits.

However, even though the phoenix of true legend is made of fire,

This version is something that will always stay higher.

It moves ever slow, like a turtle moving its bare arms,

Yet it seems as if it forever sounds its alarms.

Our alarms we sound at the dark times, though,

As this phoenix creature begins to cast it’s own shadow.

All citizens race to their homes,

Awaiting a closer strike from the phoenix within the clouds that roams.

The phoenix moves, but notices no one near,

Feeling the shivering of the cold and the town’s fear.

Emotion shows as small drops fall to the ground,

For the phoenix finally screams it’s thunderous sound.

The great ground pound hits with the force of the phoenix’s body,

As if saying, “I wanted to be nice, but you hate me now, so nobody stop me!”

One human man walks out to know what’s going on,

And realizes that the phoenix is blocking the sun.

The phoenix above continues to cry

The tears that do not heal, the ones that fall into the man’s eye.

He quickly wipes them off,

And then looks all the way up.

A question to the creature, “Why do you cry?”

The phoenix responds with another tear out of it’s eye.

The man explains, “Now, listen please.

I only want to be the one to appease.”

The phoenix slowly stops crying its last tear,

Almost agreeing to listen the man’s prayer.

The man continues, “Unlike your brother who can heal,

Your tears can do the same as the unreal.”

He explains, “Your sadness affects us all,

As are our ears deafened by your great call.

Now, all I hope for you is to select a different place and find it,

So everyone, including you, will have some needed peace and quiet.”

The phoenix slightly nodded, with one last drop.

It suddenly broke apart, with one final pop.

The creature broke away to seek it’s next destination,

As it needed to go away and not cause more devastation.

The phoenix is seen no more,

Though I’m people have still seen it before.

Look out in the sky with the best possible sight,

And you may see the phoenix still hovering in it’s slow flight.

“Defense of the Heart”

Defense From the Heart

By jumping out into the fiery shot,

I find myself getting caught,

In the chest and right shoulder,

Feeling the pain making me colder.

But, I stand still, attempting to hold in my pain,

knowing he would have nothing to gain.

I look up to his face, seeing no glee,

and stare back as I say, “Just shoot me.”

I knew the fear in him as I spoke those words,

Seeing that the shots had even scared the birds.

I continue speaking, “As much as you may have almost shot me in the gullet,

I think you may as well give me those last few bullets.”

My foe’s shocked face is shown through his eyes,

Revealing things so easily through his disguise.

But, the shock is cancelled for only a while,

As he shoots two more bullets from less than a mile.

Again, both bullets hit my chest,

Attempting to have me put to rest.

Blood spurts out, but life is not lost,

For my face has a smile straight across.

I keep standing still, not giving a frown,

For I know I won’t go down.

The friend behind me who almost died,

Looks at me innocently for having even tried.

The villain pulls back, attempting to not look,

At the bulletproof man who he tried to book,

For the pay was high and the reward so clear,

Yet not anymore shall he be here.

My body stands for a silence,

As I close my own two eyelids.

A slurred walk to the enemy’s way,

That soon it will be the end of his own day.

This demonic creature cowers in fear,

For my own bloody body only becomes even more near.

He crawls back to the wall, thinking he will be saved.

However, he is now only caved,

Into the wall,

Leading him to his own downfall.

I finally reach him, taking out my fist,

Hearing the fall to the floor, knowing I hadn’t missed.

Last energy bits go through this human being,

While we both begin to fall unconscious with my last bit of kneeing.

I slowly awaken to a small white room,

Beeping noises all around, showing no doom.

A joyous voice greets me as a salty liquid meets my face,

Speaking out as if she were the voice of heaven’s own gate.

“Thank you so much,” she speaks with tears all over,

Whilst I slowly move my right arm to pat her shoulder.

We stay like this for one more hour,

Knowing that the past week had been so sour.

My protection for her was great,

For she was already my mate.

The enemy’s guilty pleas, however, were not so met,

As his own crimes brought him only death.

But, my own true goal,

besides keeping my mate from having a couple holes,

Was showing my reaction to fear,

For my courage wasn’t so mere.

My face, after all, showed only smiles,

Keeping them on the whole long while.

I was even told, after having pbumed out,

My own mouth kept the grin, even after the bout.

I am willing to stick in for another friend,

Even if I’d be hurt by the bullet, in the end,

But my enemy will frown as he didn’t see it coming away by a mile,

For I’ll live as long as I go out in my smile.

(Excuse me for putting so much poetry on here. I just love writing for contests. If anyone is interested in the meaning of these, feel free to tubmail me.)

I have one question

Haikus are poems too right?

Give me BP PLZ

Can someone have multiple distinct entries?