Quatrain Corner

[Tarantism]

there is red on the ground

grown men call for their mothers

as bullets pierce the air

and after all these years its now difficult to hope

[Tarantism]

the dew always reminds me

of cleanliness

but when the sun rises each morning

all i want is some innocence.

[Tarantism]

they say its this is the last song

but they dont know us, you see

this can only be the last song

if we let it be.

[Tarantism]

the rat sat in his cage,

comprehending the infinity within

staring at the sunrise, which i have seen for far too many days now

contemplating those to come.

[Tarantism]

oh hypography,

goodnight

i blow out the candle,

the world wakes up.

[Tarantism]

as an afterthought

some tea

in the morning,

like a suffix.

[Turtle]

Knock

by

R.U. Thelonious Bunnyfoofoo

 

People knock on doors differently.

Dislikeable is the way some people knock;

like the kind of knocking with 20 or more knockettes.

I hate that kind.

 

:esmoking:

[Turtle]

boys

dibl

side

rivr

:)

[Drip Curl Magic]

I'm in the dumpster

 

KNocking wind

 

For the sake of some broken noise

 

and a banana skin.

[Tarantism]

sprays of the sea's waves

only hint at its might

and it might

drown a mite.

[Tarantism]

ugh that quatrain was terrible

really bad

horrible

disgusting. :)

[Boerseun]

ugh that quatrain was terrible

Yes, indeed, it sucked -

you may think your poem is acursed;

But rest assured, as far as poetry goes,

this one is by far much worse!

[Loricybin]

but none, you see,

will ever quite be

just as awful

as this one, by me.

[Turtle]

Flippy flappy floppy flup, so far down there's only up. :hihi:

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[IDMclean]

Cogito, ergo sum.

Should it be that I am,

I shall be that I will be.

Hence god's existence as truth.

[Drip Curl Magic]

I waddled into a box today

I sat and listened

to a romanian girl

projecting wind

[Drip Curl Magic]

I walked out the box

For a drink of water.

I had to pee.

But when I looked at the time

 

it was already time to

waddle

into

a box