Vague poetry thread

eccomi_qui

I found this wonderful prose in a song, wanted to share:

If I hit it one time I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I *kitten* three times I'ma wife her


The profoundness of this poem moves me to tears

eccomi_qui

You make me laugh a million times a day,
Lately you’ve known all the right things to say,
So here is a poem I promised for you,
Let’s get hot and spicy like a chilli con carne stew.

slimgirljo15

It's so dark in here
Lets bring out the light
Why you all wanna fight
Its not so hard
To be pleasant and kind
Yadda yadda yadda something that rhymes with kind..

WhereIsPJSoles

Come and lay with me under the stars
In our covered wagon sanctuary
Unfortunately, I regret to inform you

4legsRbetterthan2

I love the sun
Got to go for a run
And see my horse
Which I love of course
The only thing left to make me happy
Is if the kid would take a long nappy

CaptainFantastic00

It was nice out today
But indoors i did stay
16 hours in one place
But it was nice outside
That's some grace.

WhereIsPJSoles

You have to stay firm in Target
Ignore my pleadings and beggings
Or we will be forced to live
In a yurt made of my leggings

poetic_cell

I saw it once, twice, thrice:
Woman on the street
getting paid to give someone a treat
It was sad, tragic and all
that she had to follow him home
I remember thinking
how desperate she could be
to sell her body
to a stranger on the street
He looked nervous
stared down at his feet
I could see it in her eyes
they were tired - covered in defeat
Moments later, I saw them leave
I was left to my thoughts
thoughts about him being so discreet
I knew what she was about to do
give her flames, her heat, her youth
to fulfill his needs
that was the ugly truth
Why can't world be a sacred place?
Not full of brothels
where bruised and fragile souls
hide behind promiscuity;
Money is not always the reason
sometimes it's more complicated,
people have rain seasons


I could go on and on
My mind wanders everywhere when I'm alone
Who am I kidding?
Even when I'm not
I felt inspired again
to channel my thoughts about pain
some sort of pain, and of course
I couldn't not mention the rain
I hope I did it and wrote
what will perhaps touch some souls
If you read this far
your worth measures in rare, beautiful stars
But now I have to admit
When I sat down to type
my thoughts were everything but discreet
I'm sorry this is not very vague
Frankly, this poem was inspired by

fantasizing about getting laid

4legsRbetterthan2

hey you're actually good at this^^^^

eccomi_qui

This is a poem called puttanesca pasta:

You’re at the gym,
you’ve left me alone,
I’m sad to the brim,
So I pull out my phone,
“I wish I could make you pasta”,
I send to your device,
Disregard all other carbs,
We’ve no time for brown rice.
You say thats romantic,
I recall my favourite recipe,
This piatto’s gigantic,
Let’s run away to the Chesapeake.
They call it “puttanesca”,
Your new gluten ecstasy.

slimgirljo15

UrBaconMeCr8zy wrote: »

Cat goes meow
Dog goes woof
Cow goes moo
Horse says neigh

But what does the fox say?

Nooooooo I do not want that song in my head :noway:

CaptainFantastic00

poetic_cell wrote: »

I saw it once, twice, thrice:
Woman on the street
getting paid to give someone a treat
It was sad, tragic and all
that she had to follow him home
I remember thinking
how desperate she could be
to sell her body
to a stranger on the street
He looked nervous
stared down at his feet
I could see it in her eyes
they were tired - covered in defeat
Moments later, I saw them leave
I was left to my thoughts
thoughts about him being so discreet
I knew what she was about to do
give her flames, her heat, her youth
to fulfill his needs
that was the ugly truth
Why can't world be a sacred place?
Not full of brothels
where bruised and fragile souls
hide behind promiscuity;
Money is not always the reason
sometimes it's more complicated,
people have rain seasons


I could go on and on
My mind wanders everywhere when I'm alone
Who am I kidding?
Even when I'm not
I felt inspired again
to channel my thoughts about pain
some sort of pain, and of course
I couldn't not mention the rain
I hope I did it and wrote
what will perhaps touch some souls
If you read this far
your worth measures in rare, beautiful stars
But now I have to admit
When I sat down to type
my thoughts were everything but discreet
I'm sorry this is not very vague
Frankly, this poem was inspired by

fantasizing about getting laid

Ayyyyy

CaptainFantastic00

Sorry that was sad,
Writing was abismal,
Y'all don't need that
little bitty pitfall.
Here's a poem less dark
Maybe a little more vague
About a thing you won't read
From a man with no gauge.