These are just a few of the submissions that we received. We know you can do better (or worse)!
Highschool Clash
Shattered world of hurt and pain
A battlefield fought on but no bloodstain
Swords of mind and bullets of hate
A torn and mangled body suffers a horrid fate.
Words clash as emotions thunder.
Bystanders gaze in amusement and wonder.
Wars everyday fought by fist and curse
Allies in battle fear nothing and are now immersed.
There can be no winner nor loser.
The weak are the beggers and can never be the choosers.
Sucky Poem
This poem sucks.
This is a sucky poem.
I am a sucky poet.
Hell, I am not even a poet.
I am not sure this is even a poem.
This poem sucks.
There is no rhyme.
There is no rhythm.
As a poet, I suck.
This poem suck, no, it reeks.
God..... This poem suck
Elvis Haiku
>My guitar becomes pelvic,
>Strung loose throat to hip.
>ThankyouThankyouverymuch.
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Little Hick Town
Snot,snot,bugers & rot
Kick the can and tie the knot
Livin in the ol country
Tippin cows & peein on trees
Shoppin at the big wal-marts
Eatin wings and lightin farts
Drinkin beer & cruzin around
This is life in a little hick town.
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My Pet Rabbit
I once brought my rabbit to show and tell
my classmate Mitchell thought it was swell
On the bus ride home he wanted a chance
to take care of bunny; I haven't seen it since
Mitch better have my bunny
All I can do now is stare at bunny's burrow.
We traded; I'm taking care of Mitch's Dad's burro,
it's a mascot for Mitch's Dad's baseball games
And it knows lots of tricks, but it isn't the same.
Mitch better have my bunny
or I'll pop that cap off his ass.
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