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POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!

Come on you insane wordsmiths, you bone-crushing poets!!! COME AT ME!!! IT’S A POETRY BATTLE!!!!!

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POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!
Scott Lamb

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    • Anita   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • rogermugs 3 years ago

      so there i was on my jack
      knackered as a bloke can be
      hankering to nip on down
      to the boulevard to fetch me
      brolly from the boot o’ me
      auto
      and blimey i nearly took
      a brad in me trousers on the
      sight of the buzzed feeding lad
      digging through the rubbish bin
      for things to post to the interwebs this yank is a right foul git i tell you
      and his site a load of daff

    • Leapin’ Lanny Poffo aka The Genius has something he would like to say to you all.

    • Rollerball 3 years ago

      A Haiku: Fifty-Eight Letters
      And Seventeen Syllables
      And Ten Pointless Words

    • Bree thinks POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! is LOL  about 3 years ago
    • billspoke 3 years ago

      Title: At The Discotheque I saw you last night
      at the discotheque.
      From you looks I could tell
      You were a discoczech.
      So I laced up my platform boots
      and took a discotrek
      across the multicolored dancefloor. You said you used to live
      In discoUtrecht.
      Started feelin’ lots of love,
      gave you a discopeck
      on your cheek and on your disconeck.
      We danced all night to some
      discoBeck. We went to my place, and under the stars
      made love on my parents’ discodeck
      for an hour or two and then watched
      discoShrek. Crashed in my bed, slept till nine.
      Woke up not feelin’ too fine.
      Tequila sunrise, this must be a sign.
      I’m such a discowreck…

    • lchen 3 years ago


      i go forwards
      i go back
      here and there
      never far
      even further
      been and seen
      and never saw
      to go back
      and go forwards
      i will spin
      these wheels
      and swing
      these legs
      and throw
      my arms
      up and out
      around
      back down
      over
      us

    • Jake Petit 3 years ago

      They dwelt among th’Internets,
      WTF, LOL, and Eww,
      tagg’d memes no one forgets
      nor could if they wanted to. I rejoice to see an epic fail,
      a cat behind a keyboard playing,
      that Cornell Business School email,
      Hitler finding MJ’s death dismaying. They live well-lov’d, and few could know
      If e’er they’ll cease to be;
      But now they’re here and viral, and Oh!
      What joy they bring to me!

    • therblig 3 years ago

      A breast enhanced singer
      New photos (upskirt)
      Charlie bit my finger
      And it hurt

    • Clark Candy   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • billspoke 3 years ago
    • billspoke 3 years ago

      http://jongleursrespite.blogspot.com

    • Chopped 3 years ago

      I got a little teary after typing that.

    • Jenny Young   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! and thinks it’s OMG  about 3 years ago
    • ingridf   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! and thinks it’s LOL  about 3 years ago
    • Jamey H. 3 years ago

      I write only depressing shit:  When I look in the mirror,
      You are there.
      When I sleep,
      You are there.
      I try to take off my skin
      But you will not disappear.
      I do not invite you,
      But always you come.
      I ask you to leave,
      But you stay.
      I have tried to be forceful,
      I have tried to be kind.
      In the end I have realized,
      I will not win.
      I sat down today and wrote you a letter:
      Oh loneliness,
      Thou art a true friend,
      Ever there when I am down…
      Never to leave my side,
      No matter how hard I try to push you away….

    • crkelley 3 years ago

      William Wordsworth would not be proud
      That Buzzfeed hath defiled his cloud
      With pictures and videos which muster
      Abundant cute and wtf luster
      Poetry is valued by its content
      And as a self aware poem I do not consent
      To being reduced to my creator’s whim
      Of singing the internets a sleazy hymn
      Good day old chap or Obama’s elf
      When this is done I will shoot myself
      *Bang*

    • Dina D.   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • gillyp 3 years ago

      There once was a site called buzzfeed
      I’d visit when really high on weed
      I take a big toke
      And laugh at a joke
      While munching on sunflower seed

    • ingridf 3 years ago

      The little dog
      The little frothing dog
      The little frothing dog sat
      The little frothing dog sat uneasily
      Drooling
      Drooling profusely
      Drooling very profusely
      Drooling very profusely while I ate my chips.

    • MrMonkeyPants 3 years ago

      Poetry is gay Poetry is gay,
      I mean really,
      Who even writes poetry in this modern day? It’s not quite as gay,
      As being in a man, balls deep,
      But about the same gay,
      Of a urinal peek.
      So I won’t rhyme,
      For your fruity battle.
      I won’t wax poetic,
      Like just another of the gay cattle.
      I won’t put on my favorite silk shirt
      I won’t wear my skinny jeans
      I won’t have perfect hair,
      As I go out with some queens.
      I won’t join your rabble,
      and simply say, “What the heck”
      Mostly, you understand,
      Because I fear Glenn Beck.

    • Teo A. 3 years ago

      Haikus rule your face
      Just because you can write them
      Doesn’t mean you’re rad

    • ELROD 3 years ago

      “Oh, Buzzfeed” American Apparel has got nipple slips for days,
      And Dakota Fanning is over that awkward phase.
      Remember when Christina Aguilara was cool?
      You know its fun to watch Ms. Prejean look a fool
      The Clemson rowing team flaunted their moose knuckles,
      And that skydive prank made me release some chuckles.
      I don’t really care for mayo OR whip,
      But did you see that sweet-ass wheel barrel flip?
      Usually Buzzfeed’s got the goods to keep ‘em entertained,
      But sometimes I see something that leaves me pained.
      Such as a poor sweet seal getting shot in the face,
      I could try to defend you, but this is not the case.
      I’m still upset that you posted such an event,
      I hope you’ve all considered how to repent.
      But I came back, cuz you’ve got what I need,
      There’s no one quite like you, my F’ed up Buzzfeed.

    • Peggy Wang thinks POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! is LOL  about 3 years ago
    • Timothy Serviss thinks POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! is WTF & LOL  about 3 years ago
    • Noah McHugh   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • expresident   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    •  

      In Response to a Buzzfeed Post “OMG that is disgusting,
      how could you post this trash?”
      “Oh stop being such a pussy,
      she’s not dead it’s just a rash”
      “the tentacles don’t match her skin
      it’s such a blatant shoop”
      “for no reason here’s a picture
      of a monkey eating poop”
      “that’s not funny, Octotitus
      is a terrible disease,
      my second cousin Leo
      had it right above his knees”
      “I threw up just a little
      in my mouth”
      “I fapped”
      “I lol’d”
      “This is lame, I’ve seen this picture
      it’s at least 3 hours OLD”

      gold-star
    • John Winskowicz   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • Joy Engel   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! and thinks it’s LOL  about 3 years ago
    • Mark ❢ Wilkie   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!!  about 3 years ago
    • Tanner Ringerud   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! and thinks it’s LOL  about 3 years ago
    • Amanda Dobbins   POETRY BATTLE FRIDAY!!! and thinks it’s LOL  about 3 years ago
    • David M. 3 years ago

      ON HOW EATING TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE IS IN THESE GENES Tramp was the stooge, Tramp was the patsy,
      sorry victim of her reputation.
      We believed what we were told, we
      joined in the bitch’s vilification Each Christmas, after all, we saw her
      snaffling the edible tree decorations -
      (maybe the sight was sewn all along,
      as alternative to this aberration) The trap was laid, the game afoot
      when Easter morning brought its reward.
      “Go out with your aunt this afternoon”
      that plotting villain reassured us full of trust (what can a child e’er
      do but trust in maternal concern),
      on a day ripe with anticipation
      for the oval treats of our return. But hark! the tale, such a tale, unfolds
      “This wretched mutt, rapacious hound,
      dear boy, has guzzled what was yours”
      O Weasel Words! Black lies abound! And so it was, and so it remained
      until years, nay, even decades later
      the meagrest creeping tardy guilt
      finally fell on the perpetrator when Tramp, poor Tramp, the slandered pet
      no longer had bark nor larcenous bite,
      that wicked woman, so-called parent
      deigned then to put the story aright. And so, poor Tramp, impulsive mongrel,
      a thousand pardons from you I beg
      that I ever doubted it was my mother
      who stole and ate my Easter egg.

     
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