For some reason people are posting poems, so I will write the following, stream of consciousness, without stopping or revising. I expect it to be complete crap but I don't care.

Title: the magic monkey

The monkey
looked in the sky,
the blue, oh so crystal sky
and wondered
the near way, the
fly way, the flying ways of
the near days,
flying, the crystal sky
what is the crystal sky
when you can
hear the vibe and you can
steer the kites and you can
eat the pie,
oh yes,
the crystal sky,
the magic monkey.

Title: Flying without winds
Flying, flying, flying
all that's on my mind is
flying
without the
flying contraption
that works with the winds
in the infinite window of the
crystal sky
here it goes again
the crystal sky
what the **** am I on
to the next poem!

Title: airtight waterbuds
drowing in a sea of seas of blue
to you, the air
falling and stifling the
maniacal laughing that
his wife had placed under the chair
nonsequitur, or insanity
would not produce a better henchman for chaos.
The world turns, with the turn of the world
the ocean holds the sand, his ashes
it churns
the moon spills the moon over the sun
while the cow moos over
and over
and over
again
it is quiet.

So what do you think lololololz

Here're some more

Title: Syntax

Syntax, clintax,
made up words are them's taxes
sinclair, and great flair
sin's dare is your hair,
or hare, perhaps
for a date with disaster
a date with the master of
the wait of your cast
er, yeah
that was a forced rhyme
cut me some slack I'm doing
this on the fly
and that didn't rhyme
so **** rhyming
this poem went downhill
like a mole hill on a cold still

Nonsensical
how nonsensical
could a mouse be in the land of
nonsensical mice?
could it have one horse
on its back while eating a guppy
or only eat guppies while maniacally
looking for
the horses of the monkeys, the flying monkeys
to fly with while eating the horse of
the monkey on its back,
the horse monkey on its back, clickity clackity,
the door opens and it jumps through to a land of vines
and open trees and yellow flowers that beep and boop
like the green watery water prison of the green land
that lands in the helicopter pad, oh yes
oh so blue
that yellow brick road
the gold looks like butter
milky and delicious like chocolate lavishes
and lava and thunder, lava fudge galore

Pommy is truly a rebel without a pause.

I like the monkey one best

Wow, I loved them, especially "Nonsensical" - there was some awesome imagery in there. For sheer nonsense/spontaneous poems, I thought they were really quite good. I wonder if kirby will read these... :em321:

Thanks hahah

other people are welcome to do this in this thread as well if they want

Those are quite strange but I really like them. It's not the kind of nonsense that makes no sense, it's......nonsense that makes sense. What? Nevermind.

Hey. I hate poetry, but I had to write one for a english class I'm in, so I'll post it here too! I'm afraid mine isn't too funny.

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Graph of Life
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When I wake,
I can reason.
I can see each line to it's completion.
Some may take me straight way through,
while others take me a scenic route.
With my time, be it what I do
a common ending will it conclude.
At last I'll sleep when all is through.

But when I dream,
O when I dream,
the lines no longer seem to be
a path by rather dots that lead
on tangents planted at my feet.
But while these dots do mix and mingle,
my thoughts will dwindle in demeanor.
For in my quest to understand,
I have reasoned, and see the end.

*BANG*
(all poems should end with a suicide shot)