ITT: Write a poem in 30 seconds or less

ITT: Write a poem in 30 seconds or less

First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
And I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong and I learned how to get along

And so you're back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here with that look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me

Oh, now go, walk out the door

This guy gets it

I am gay

Roses Are Red
Violets are violet
Nigger get out of my house
Or ima get violent

roses are red
violets are purple
i nutted on your back

'Taint a taint to put a quaint
A butthole is not congruent
A taint will stay the same old size;
An asshole you can grew it

The position has been filled
The position has been filled
I am very stoned
And I am watching Family Guy
Who Will Survive In America
Who Will Survive In America
Kirk Cameron - Unbelievable
Hey Stewie
Hey Stewie

I do not like the man I am

But I would try your good old spam

No u

Dammit Bobby
Get a hobby
Dammit Peggy
Why don't you peg me?
All I want in life is propane
But all I got is pain

Imperfect thoughts pave the way for imperfect words
A mismatched menagerie of syllables and sounds
Spilling, slipping out into the dark
Never to be found

Put your penis in a bind
And you will surely go blind
If you wait until marriage
You'll be fuckin in a carriage

Edgelord supreme
Has the largest peen
Truly he is alpha male
Inside me you daily rail

a tree alone on a hill
with grass and sun
with clouds and rain
the soil provides
and wind zips by
everything changes, nothing is the same
except
the tree remains alone

Can you solve this riddle?
If so, you can fiddle my diddle.
Where's the place all the fags cram?
I'll give you a hint: it's Sup Forums.

That's pretty good

Pequeño Juan
Boy, you killed this one dog
If you don't know her name it's cool call her this
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles

Hey I'm pretty good

Bump

Please don't die on me

Goodbye, goodbye
This thread's gonna die
Nobody wants to bump
Lord help us emperor Trump

Life, so short
Not so sweet

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort

I hate niggers
I hate jews
I hate spics
and arabs too

I am vengeance, I am the night
I am the commander of th legion of light
Confess your sins with your last dying breath
Fear me heretic, for I am your death

My dick fell off in a twist of love
I refuse to reference the lord above.
fuck my dick
i HOPW WOmen still lov e me if I have herpes.

mwah*

I enjoy people of all colors and creeds
Why can't we all shut up and smoke up the weed?
All we need is to be like those in Rome:
Take it hard anally, swallow the bone
Take it so hard til high heaven we reek
For then we turn Romans into Greeks

That one took like a minute and a half but bite me

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
I am a feminist
*Eats pizza crust*

Hey hey
Rare Pepe
I wanna say
You are bae

Roses are red
Hitler was alright
I'm going to bed
Goodnight, Alt-Right

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There once was a fag called (you)
Whose posts were absolute poo
In a predictable twist
He slashed up his wrists
Say goodbye to the faggot named (you)

Feeling alone
In a crowded room
Isolation
Is the worst kind of doom

You shant pay the toll
To the perilous troll
He's just trying to get a rise.
You must realize
He thrives from replies
If you don't he will surely die.

8/10 for accuracy

I love chicken,
I love liver,
meow mix meow mix please deliver!

Fuck you

Meow mix
Meow mix
I hate spicks
Please deliver
Cause my dick is a'quiver

Charcoal and paint won't exercise restraint when a brush, by your hand, is led
You sit and you stare, at the canvas you glare, until a hole a hole has been burnt in your head
Tucked away for none to see, or hung overlooking your bed
It will bring you no joy, nor will it enjoy any time given until you're dead.

...

another

German colonists sail to Cameroon
Slowly they follow the light of moon
They see the natives black as night
20 years later there is no more white
A baby is born, black as ever
Heed my lesson, Black Germans, never.

sun is blue sky is night
it might ryme but its alright

um o shign the saingopsosibele fortuution
of you re indless fruits.
so loving so tender .
cold unorgivfing a yet bold indeed.

The duck goes quack
Better not be talkin smack
Cause I'll shove my sack
Right in your buttcrack

Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault.

Words to live by really.

roses are red
violets are blue
look in the attic
i hear a jew

get a load of this guy

Who hath broken the early morning sun
For we can't break the overatoms in out

roses are red
violets are blue
op is a faggot
and so his dad too

I put my Tums
In my bum
For a quicker release
To slay my belly beast

Fuck gay niggers
Fuck stupid niggers
Fuck sand niggers
Fuck retarded niggers
Just fuck niggers

give me the succ
You silly duck
Ur dad is a cuck
I dont give a fuck

nig
nig
nigger
nigger nig
nigger nigger nig
nigger nigger nigger nigger
nigger nigger nig
nigger nig

Why, it's old Anne Frank
Let's pull us a prank:
We'll give her a spank
Have us a good wank
And put 'er in the gas tank

I like your creative use of alliteration.

Hitler was right
Stalin was wrong
It's good to be white
Not the color King Kong

roses can be red
violets can also be blue
this is a haiku

five syllables here
seven more syllables there
this is a haiku

I'm feeling quite distraught.
I don't know what to do.
Maybe I should kill myself.
But I'm far too lazy to.

OP is a slut
and he likes it up the butt
this is a haiku

Gentle winds flowing
A sacred place my butthole
Poo comes when it's due

That's pretty good

The light bulb that hangs from my ceiling;
A dim illumination of woe controlled by a switch.

dula mu re lamet wa ake twa me yslarde
ake hose to'oni re tane
ake hose ret to'oni knutede ine yfenduoek
yse ullotasah, theci
uunalawe'am hose bigut twa tac
me ake bane terao
netwa reweam
a' mesetioh, tsu ake wenek e'ke a'ne
gifena hose ska twa y'kagde a'ne
iste kaduen, a'ne syenamek eve twa a'keet
en uunalawe'am nicaah twa ne' ein
iste howe aneid ein, nicaah y cigu meifemam
i hate niggers

Here, we see a window
We look younder and we see-- Oh!
Its your mum
Gargling on my cum
I want to die
Hehe goodbye

I don't want to continue.
My life is without venue.
But what is there for me to hate?
Others have far worse of fate.

Lorem ipsum
Git sum
Of this cum
Stuck in your gums

Standing on the precipice, my gaze falls over the land. A land I have fought for my whole life just to see. A land as prosperous as it is dangerous, and today as I view this land new to my eyes, it dawns on me, no matter how much I have already endured, that this land is where my story becomes a legend. There is a ending to everything. When there is an ending there is a new beginning. In every new beginning there is a legend. And within that legend there is a story to be told. Sometimes we want something, but we can't reach it. Time isn't in our favour. But once we get older, we grow wiser, we find a way, then our journey begins. A never ending story, a way to take what we want, called happiness. Yes, yes, all stories matter. But it's just the same old thing over and over again, yes? There's a beginning, a story, an legend, a story, and an end. And then a beginning. It gets quite boring, doesn't it? Quite foul if you think of it. But such is Time. Just an infinite loop, with no beginning and no ending, just the present. And yes, stories fade. Great ones, terrible ones, inspiring, amazing stories. Lost to Time. When you think about it, Time is just a void, an infinite loop, a paradox. Time. Time bends to no man. Time is an infinite loop, a void, a bottomless hole, a paradox. And yes, a never-ending story.
Think of Time as a being, a God. Time puts all the pieces in place and sees what happens when he leaves them there. Will they move? Will they blossom, expand, fight, conquer, lose, win, succeed, fail, any of that? Time doesn't see emotions like we do, the pieces in play, the pawns in a personal game, a gimmick, something it can just start all over again differently for his own strange purpose or desire. Time controls all, you might think .
All you need to do to break free of this cycle is by believing that you can. Because those who think they can change the world have the audacity to try. Hitler was right.

What is that in spooky night?
I swear i saw a glimpse of light!
Is that a green man flying a tuna can?
Will he beam me up like scotty, man?
Oh, shit I better wave him down.
He's in MY town, sooooooooooooo
Ayye lmao.

I wonder

a coon is a baboon
a chink cannot blink
spics have smelly dicks
and kikes are dykes

neither side is sacred
no one wants to win
feeling so sedated
may i just give in
takin medication
till my stomach's full
neither side is sacred
crawling in a hole

You are standing on a boat. Inside the boat is one copy of Sports Illustrated. John Madden is on the cover, sporting his innocent blue eyes that you just can't say no to. His gleaming demi-god facial structure eases your worried mind, and helps you forget that you don't even have the luxury of a single chair in your boat.

In fact, you don't have anything in your boat other than your beloved copy of Sports Illustrated. No oars, no motor, and in fact no means to propel yourself at all. In order to sustain yourself you're forced to eat your prized possession one page per day from the back of the magazine, until finally you must consume your truest joy, John Madden. He's the only thing that keeps you sane.

John Cena jets himself out of the waves at an astonishing 478 kilometres per hour, a technique... taught to him by the Dolphin King himself. His trajectory is a remarkable parabola that flirts with the heavens. A rainbow sparkles directly behind him, and it penetrates you. "Never say die!", your soul screams out to the metacosmos. As John Cena collides with the water he instantaneously submerges to the depths below. A feeling of profound relief sweeps over you and the whole experience... leaves you refreshed.

John Stamos cruises by on his Yamaha Aquatic Motorbike, the muffler expelling not unpleasant noises, but the melodies of the holiest of harps. Verily he cruiseth. You stare deep into his aviators. You see not a reflection, but instead witness a manifestation of your ideal self. One single tear streams down your face in reverence for what could've been.

A lady liberty-scale John Goodman ascends from the sea slowly - no, slower than that. Approximately an hour into the future his entire torso is desubmerged. Waves violently crash against his shirtless, humble potbelly. He stretches his hand out to the pale blue, and the world begins to rumble.
BANG
PURPLE
NAUGHT BUT PURPLE
As your eyes readjust, John Goodman's glorious trident looms overhead. This is the end.

roses are red
grass is greener
i think of you when i play with my wiener

...

Writin a poem in 30 seconds or less
it's a test to the rest but i must confess

i'm lyrically lingual, send a sonorous tingle
i'll mingle with the sound of this pringle *CRUNCH* fuck it i'm hungry now

Nice poem/dubs combo

I like my dubs
I do my bub
But now what's hip
The elusive trips
And you're a wad
If you lack the quads

this is actually someting i saw on /fa/ that probably wasnt intended to be a poem, but ive been thinking about it for the past few weeks.

>i don't know
>if it's seasonal depression,
>or the crosses on the walls
>but i want to go home

There is no light only reflective darkness
Things that we look into to see the monsters we become
But are we all that we see
Is there more to you or me than the void
Tell me
Tell me
Where do we go when we fall
What are binging that hold us here
Her
Him
The all powerful dollar
There is no light in this world

Existence is peril
Lead a life
Feeling sterile
Constant struggle
Eternal freedom
No limitation
Beyond our minds

Here I sit
broken hearted,
Had to shit
but only farted.
Here I sit
In a trance,
Tried to fart,
But shit my pants.

Op is a foggot
The biggest of the lot
when he sits down
who sits on black cock


Done now light your self on fire

I hate myself
you make me sick
all you do
is suck dicks