I'm writing a love poem
 

But I don't know where to start... how about you all post something and I'll try to work it in somehow hehe...

roses are red, violets are blue, headless likes twinkies, how about you?

Ok, I got my start

roses are red, violets are blue
haha just kidding, I wrote a real poem for you...

and it begins.. :Graucho

the wind is blowing in my hair,
i have man boobies, please dont stare

Meeting you was the best of luck
Screw this poem, wanna fuck?

Application For A Driving License
by Michael Ondaatje

Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.

But seriously


I do show some respect to few As ecstacy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you

Me ChInEsE, mE pLaY jOkE, mE gO pEe PeE iN yOuR cOkE!!!!

:1orglaugh

Maybe something that she'll believe I wrote :1orglaugh

Oh, you're asking us to do your homework for you? I thought we were discussing honesty just last week. :1orglaugh

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh

Just need to get the ball rolling, hehe... it's almost 4:00 am here.

i love you so much
you make me wanna slit my wrist
every time i see you, you make me pissed
i want to rip out your eyes
and stuff them into cherry filled pies
i'd consume them down
and i'd leave your body in a dumpster in another town.

<3:winkwink:

i think im in love

Hey baby, I am the Smut Giant,
You broke up with me cuz I was a prostitutes' client.

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh

Love is staying up til 4am to do your lover's taxes for them.
Love is proofreading their essays without being asked.
Love is reading Lord of the Rings in bed, a couple pages a night, and never wanting to be somewhere else.

Fuck a lord of the rings.

Did someone piss in your cornflakes this morning? Go away.

roses are red
your mom is dead
i stabbed her in the chest
and sawed off her head
next to go was your dad
when i shot him, he looked kinda sad
all this blood, makes me horney
blah blah blah this poem is really corny

I love you ________ (insert girls name here)

This might help alil
http://www.rhymezone.com/

To tell you the truth she'd probably be happy if I shot her dad.

That's PERFECT!! I was just about to plug "rhyming tool" into google! Thanks :thumbsup

roses are red, pickets are green, I like your legs - and what's in between!

http://rhyme.poetry.com

is also another good site I use sometimes.

thanks!

Site is down.

And the poem is for whom?

for you :Graucho

j/k... for my g/f who i havn't seen in over a week and I miss her so damn much.

it's working for me bro

:1orglaugh

take the ditzy chickies off their high horse
makem whisky tipsy all the white whores
even frisky gypsies mexican and black alike
are acting like you all are some acolytes
just trying to pass the night in spite of the fake words
sweet talking passes to the savage garden to flirt with mother nature
were falling thru the cracks of life grab the baggage on the asses right
egyptian religion has risen were revering endearing cats at night
laying naked next to perfection but inside im suited up
i love yous sweet nothings to secure the security im spooning up
and soon enough theyre bound to see thru the bluff
then its no longer soothing but were still ducking breakups
brush the beaver blush peter its fuck'n make up
with gonzo commentating cameramen critiquing the close up wrong
evidenced by uncomfortable imitated intimacy unless the clothes are on
self conscious theyre claiming that they lost the passion
but cant get rid of the pests burning pictures moth reaction
flowers for the dead inside and bickering clashes
love is rapid eye movement with the flickering lashes
so forget the pain with an ointment applicator to fit in the gashes
then back to tentatively picking flowers hoping the petals open
and wiping stains off the sleeeve where my purple medals broken