MFP Cheesy Poetry Thread
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i'm not going to be ugly
i'm not going to feel blue
i'm just going to feel better, better
better that i'm better than you
(do not f*** with mank. "Make sure to never do it with a [poet] 'cause [she'll] tell everyone in the world...")0 -
Together
Round and round, the pleasures bind.
Fleeting moments, self’s unwind.
Moisture pools on fevered skin.
Trembles start and turn within.
Looking deep within my soul,
Waiting, wanting, knowing, bold.
Giving up sweet minutes long,
Beneath your fingers I am drawn.
A sigh in the darkness.
-me-
I really like this one.
Thank you!0 -
As I look into your eyes
I see reflections of the past,
Of loves lost, broken hearts
And tears of despair
What is true love?
You ask the question over and over In your mind...
What about me? You ask yourself
For no-one ever seems to be around to hear
All the doubt, confusion and pain
Who will ever love me?
Who CAN ever love me?
Self doubt echoes in your mind
Self esteem fades into nothingness
With each failed attempt at happiness
When is it my turn?
Who do I get to be happy?
All the questions falling on deaf ears,
No-one seems to understand
Not really anyway.
Where is that one?
Where is MY love?
Seeking desperately for the love
You are promised by all the warm fuzzy people.
The ones who assure you that one-day,
One-day it will happen to you too.
But it hasnt
Just more heartache, more pain.
Why does love hurt so much?
Why do I care?
It seems twisted and ironic
Everything that makes you a good person hurts you the worse
You try to change, you put up walls, but now youre alone.
The pain continues
How do I go on?
How do I keep from going insane?
Every night, lying alone is a reminder
There is nobody.
You miss the warm touch of anothers body next to yours
Holding you
Loving you
If even for a brief moment in time
Is there a point to moving on?
Does it get better?
You pray night after night for the loneliness and pain to fade.
Only to find it wake with you each dawning of each new day
You think the thought
What if?
What if I did?
Who would miss me, anyway?
Hope.
Hope stops you.
One tiny sliver of hope reminds you
Life must go on.
No matter the pain,
Heartache,
Disappointment
As I look into your eyes I see
The reflection of me
As I look deeper into your eyes I see.
HOPE
As I look into your eyes I see my soul,
with yours
PLEASE DONT CLOSE YOUR EYES.
-Me0 -
I didn't know that mfp has so many poets. All people here look too busy building muscles, losing weight for any artistic work, but here I am - mistaken again!:flowerforyou: :drinker: :bigsmile:0
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I'm wrote this one in another poetry thread. It's a personal favorite of mine... I'm not a poet, and I know it.
Dr. Oz
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He comes to me,
Smelling of raspberry ketones,
Telling me my apple juice is poison.
He smiles and says,
"Trust me, I'm a doctor."
He is Oprah's doctor, so I must believe.
He once was respected,
A cardiothoracic surgeon.
Now, he just quacks.
Good one.0 -
Wrote this in January for the newbies.
http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/downsizinghoss/view/journeyman-s-song-of-january-476238
Journeyman's song of January
The new year has brought determination anew.
He has vowed to enter the company of few.
The battle of the bulge is on yet again.
To fight the evil and decadence of all past sin.
The waist has expanded to quite a great length.
His wind has departed along with his strength.
so the music doth blast through the headphones so shiny
as the journeyman pedges to lose the great hiney.
He has searched the web for answers, near and far
bought the gym membership, found a smoothie bar.
The journey has begun, the effort in earnest.
He eats breakfast early to fire up his furnace.
the carbs have been shunned, no flour for him
DVDs have been purchased for when there's no gym.
He enters the gym, the temple of exertion
this time he means it, there will be no desertion.
The sweat it comes freely as he pushes along
the music cranked up to his favorite fast song.
The problem it seems comes from his own pace
It has been 4 whole days, but no change in his face.
So he looks for the answers as seen on TV
The juicers, the ketones, the body by V.
He goes to the programs to target his belly,
He skips all the sugars and avoids even jelly.
Maybe there is hope, how about shakeology?
or one of those courses of liquid proctology?
He eats a banana and is riddled with guilt.
with mistakes like these, he will never be built.
He knows now why he is doomed to be fat.
He is quite big boned, no way around that.
This can't possibly work. he sobs and he quakes.
What should I do, being a special snowflake?
But then he takes solace as it hits him like that.
He is doing just fine, muscle weighs more than fat!
It is obvious now, he needs not be sulky.
He should probably slow down. Who wants to be bulky?
His shake weight, his zumba, his work on his core.
With all of these options he could never get bored.
He works and he sweats. He cuts out all dairy.
Where the hell has she gone, the weight loss fairy?
Two pounds in a week, I have seen the show.
Less than 10 pounds and you might as well go.
So the winter moves forward. February is here.
Well this isn't working....
maybe next year.0 -
Wrote this in January for the newbies.
http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/downsizinghoss/view/journeyman-s-song-of-january-476238
Journeyman's song of January
The new year has brought determination anew.
He has vowed to enter the company of few.
The battle of the bulge is on yet again.
To fight the evil and decadence of all past sin.
The waist has expanded to quite a great length.
His wind has departed along with his strength.
so the music doth blast through the headphones so shiny
as the journeyman pedges to lose the great hiney.
He has searched the web for answers, near and far
bought the gym membership, found a smoothie bar.
The journey has begun, the effort in earnest.
He eats breakfast early to fire up his furnace.
the carbs have been shunned, no flour for him
DVDs have been purchased for when there's no gym.
He enters the gym, the temple of exertion
this time he means it, there will be no desertion.
The sweat it comes freely as he pushes along
the music cranked up to his favorite fast song.
The problem it seems comes from his own pace
It has been 4 whole days, but no change in his face.
So he looks for the answers as seen on TV
The juicers, the ketones, the body by V.
He goes to the programs to target his belly,
He skips all the sugars and avoids even jelly.
Maybe there is hope, how about shakeology?
or one of those courses of liquid proctology?
He eats a banana and is riddled with guilt.
with mistakes like these, he will never be built.
He knows now why he is doomed to be fat.
He is quite big boned, no way around that.
This can't possibly work. he sobs and he quakes.
What should I do, being a special snowflake?
But then he takes solace as it hits him like that.
He is doing just fine, muscle weighs more than fat!
It is obvious now, he needs not be sulky.
He should probably slow down. Who wants to be bulky?
His shake weight, his zumba, his work on his core.
With all of these options he could never get bored.
He works and he sweats. He cuts out all dairy.
Where the hell has she gone, the weight loss fairy?
Two pounds in a week, I have seen the show.
Less than 10 pounds and you might as well go.
So the winter moves forward. February is here.
Well this isn't working....
maybe next year.
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath bitled out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
I heart this one!!0 -
Rules: None. Well, other than maybe citing author as appropriate.
All contributions welcome, even roses are red stuff.
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A spring green blade of grass
brushing gently, briefly, on sculpted knee
A mosquito, buzzing insistently
perilously near inner ear
Single ray of burning sun
warming down on smooth bare back
Lone fiber of cotton lace
langorously tracking hippish trace
Chocolate morsel, dark, sweet
hiding in lips corners
Waiting, wondering, longing toward
nearness like these
^all mine, love it or hate it
OP thank you for this.0 -
Shakespeare does MFP:
To MFP or not to MFP: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the belly to suffer
The (onion) rings and marrow of outrageous calories
Or to take up lifestyles against a sea of fads
And by opposing end them? To diet, to starve;
No more; and by starving we say to begin the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wished? To diet, to starve;
To starve: perchance to binge: ay there’s the rub;
For in that starvation diet what losses may come when we have shuffled off this metabolic rate
Must give us pause: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long dieting;
For who would bear the words and scorns of time,
The “bully’s” wrong, the proud member’s contumely
The pangs of despised advice, the mod’s delay
The insolence of veterans and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a Dr. Oz? Who would buttocks
bare,
To grunt and sweat under a clingy wrap
But that the dread of something after loss
The undiscover’d state from whose bourn
No purger returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those lbs we
Have
Than lift to others that we know not of?
Thus sloth does make cowards of us
All;
And thus the native hue of ketones
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
And undertakings of great pitch and moment
With this regard their cleanses turn awry,
And lose the name of action. – Soft tissue now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy diaries
Be all my binges remember’d.
Uh. This is totally creative and wonderful!0 -
Oh poetry. *spoken in a meaningful voice*
You are just so deep. Like a cave.0 -
Love is a gamble
Kissing's a game Guys do the necking
Girls get the blame
Few nights of pleasure
Nine months of pain
Couple days in the hospital
Baby gets a name
Love, Love, Love means More, More, More
When a guy gets a girl on the Floor, Floor, Floor.
P.S.
Would you like a demonstration to increase the population of the younger generation?
*Don't know where it came from but I remember saying it as a teenager0 -
Haiku Ambulance
By Richard Brautigan
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?0 -
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath bitled out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.0 -
When I get really low I bash out overly dramatic depressive poetry in a single hit. It doesn't rhyme..
The most recent one
Price Worth Paying
You thought you'd do anything to relieve the numbness of anhedonia -
Yet now you suffer.
You'd have thought you'd do anything to relieve the pain of your soul being shredded -
Yet you would not.
For this to be anything less then an insufferable agony,
Would not do the original emotion justice.
Such is the price you hate yet want to pay,
For a fleeting moment of such dazzling beauty within your heart.
Perhaps it is luck for your love to be unreflected;
else it may have either consumed you in madness
or filled your heart until it burst.
Through heartbreak, madness or exceeded capacity,
the result would be the same,
you are bleeding
but this way
you bleed alone.0 -
I've got a knack for creating Haiku on the fly so:
Ads in the sidebar
Show shrinking women and I
Think "Total bull$hit"
More Haiku!
Haiku are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator0 -
Love Poem to My Former Belly
Roses are red
violets are blue
I finally got
rid of you0 -
Shakespeare does MFP:
To MFP or not to MFP: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the belly to suffer
The (onion) rings and marrow of outrageous calories
Or to take up lifestyles against a sea of fads
And by opposing end them? To diet, to starve;
No more; and by starving we say to begin the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wished? To diet, to starve;
To starve: perchance to binge: ay there’s the rub;
For in that starvation diet what losses may come when we have shuffled off this metabolic rate
Must give us pause: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long dieting;
For who would bear the words and scorns of time,
The “bully’s” wrong, the proud member’s contumely
The pangs of despised advice, the mod’s delay
The insolence of veterans and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a Dr. Oz? Who would buttocks
bare,
To grunt and sweat under a clingy wrap
But that the dread of something after loss
The undiscover’d state from whose bourn
No purger returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those lbs we
Have
Than lift to others that we know not of?
Thus sloth does make cowards of us
All;
And thus the native hue of ketones
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
And undertakings of great pitch and moment
With this regard their cleanses turn awry,
And lose the name of action. – Soft tissue now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy diaries
Be all my binges remember’d.
Uh. This is totally creative and wonderful!
Thank you
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Okay, so I looked up anhedonia. Yay for learning!0
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Yep. Initially, I took it for a name. smh.Okay, so I looked up anhedonia. Yay for learning!0 -
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Bacon wins again!0 -
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath bitled out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
We have a reader!0 -
Ode to an Unnamed Moderator
Without saying gender specific
I'd take this one to the Pacific
Whisper sweet nothings
Protect from the trollthings
And never be less than terrific
He-She-It locks all the threads that are foolish
As well some that are plain borish
It gets me all hot
To read how they all got
Locked down for being so trollish
Oh I always mind my punctuation
Live to guard my thoughts with trepidation
Yeah protect my lewd thoughts
Use backspace a lots
Me wants to hear her-his-its unctuations0 -
Beans, beans, the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel
So eat beans with every meal0 -
Beans, beans, the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel
So eat beans with every meal
That was horrible. But we forgive you because of your awesome smile.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
Edgar A Poe <<<<<LOVE him!!!!!0 -
Agree! Poe is greatness.0
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The rise, the fall, the breast so fair
draped in long, dark silken hair
Femininity wrapped before my eyes
yet beneath lies bonding prize
Lust, hot passions in me arise
some men these feelings do despise
These embrace I, on thy behalf
nobler lies not in our path
Clarity, love, each unyielding
tears fervently at silken shielding
Treasures, tastes, much adoration
these bring forth our mighty nation
Searching, yearning, yes, reaffirming
each unspoken and yet binding;
Laughter, softness, unburdening joy
all this means that I'm a boy
Worry not for lust unbridled
these, despised, are for those unsettled
Fruits of such twixt us, be blessed
indeed each yields us happiness
Celebrate, no wait! Give more!
show this, thy love whom you adore
Hold not back; give free, give much
to him who yearns thy healing touch
Yearn, strive, ask of me more
bind me to thee, I implore
Of us, make but one, we two
take all of me, as much of you
Yet at last, though lingering, spent
amongst thine shielding, torn and rent
Swells anew within our breast
emotion, trust, of nobles blest
Clarity, mere love, gives way
whilst lust retreats to yonder day
Left here, with us, amongst the threads
lies purpose of anointed beds
Birthed of divinity, birthed of body
lies there naught to perceive as naughty
Found is charity 'tween me and thee
in such a place man hopes it be
Renewing of simple man, this way
builds them for less fortunate day
As treasures, passions, each doth fail
whilst remains love's holiest grail
- Me.
This is amazing poetry! You are truly very talented.0 -
Self-Pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
- D.H. Lawrence
Not cheesy, but it's my favourite poem0
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