Poem wars

Gentle and war contradict each other.

inb4 everyone's shit gets beat by on-3po

Cock n balls

, I'm a pissing ace

I'll pee on your face, it will burn like mace, I just disgraced your face

Roses are red,

That's naughty.

i read that in toronto is illegal to read poetry outside in public parks.

here i sit, all broken hearted

had to shit but only farted

later on i took the chance,

tried to fart and shit my pants

sire it appears your claims are not right
when thou sayest you aren't gay
for my dear edmund saw you the other night
pleasuring black men by the bay

while this news is rather shocking
i must say i'm not aghast
to the other men you have always been flocking
in search of taking it up the ass

the only things to overtake the bathroom stalls
are your cries of menacing delight
as you choke on cock and cup the balls
through the McDonalds gloryhole each night

you certainly will fuck like anal sex
for it is a great pleasure of your life
however with women you only vex
so you were always denied a wife

as you pondered a way to fulfill this urge
you came across a man named Doug
and all your straightness you did purge
in order to truly be in love

BOOM, now thats a fart

haikus are easy

i have a lego but its truning left?
what happened to the spinach dip?

I feel like a prize asshole
Nobody even mentions my casserole.

Your rhyme scheme is exquisite. However, I noticed several flaws in the syllable pattern of almost every verse. I'd just like you to know that

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

orly

I wrote this myself just now:

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit and don't let a faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
Star shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
Man, please. The stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake, daddy
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks
Hot enuff black
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
DO not stand still, both show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, no Doz pills
Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
Off sides like how Work rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-riche shit
As he get older he gets colder tha a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

O's beats and my rhumes attack
A scary act
All black like Ms. Mary Mack
Wait til you see em live on the piano
DOOM sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
My momma told me
Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
Not to be troublesome
But I coul sure use a quick shot of double rum
No stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream
We could skip the wedding
Have anice dream
She only let him stick the head in

You've got good rhymes
But not good enough
37 posts and 0 karma
Damn, must be tough

my rhymes needent fit iambic pentameter
for it will take little effort to prove you wrong
see you just stay within a certain parameter
and reverse my logic in jumbled throngs

you show a lack of original drive
instead it is a world of imitation
simply negating every one of my lines
is the first step toward a failed creation

if i were to reverse your post as you did mine
we would be back to my original words
so think of substance as a prerequisite to rhyme
and come back with true reason that can be heard

now i end with a couplet to your dismay
for you have further proven that you, sir, are gay

AAWWW SHITTTTT SON

Thou hast proven a fine opponent

word. i won

GATOR NEVER FUCKING LOSES. GATOR'S BITCHES BETTER BE USIN' JIMMY'S

so what, youre steezy now?

i was all along, i didnt wanna falsely represent myself anymore