A poem for you, Newgrounds

[Lagerkapo]

Don't try you hardest; try your best
Don't lay your heart down, let it rest at the behest of its satisfaction
At the end of the day it's not what what you say, it's what you are
So do the things that resonate from your heart

In the hearth of my creation I have ability
To really know what I want to be and to really see
that nothing and noone controls my actions but me

and even if at the end of time it doesn't rhyme
if I know I've done my very best then I may be laid towards immaculate rest.

Your turn?

[Chocomilk]

At 11/14/14 01:55 AM, Lagerkapo wrote: Your turn?

FIRM BOYS by Chocomilk

I am
Ten inches erect, and boy my posture's very nice
After four hours up, I'll be needing some ice

My hospital caravan tries to put me down soft
It's futile, I simply float back up and rock
The world
With my impressive stamina and strength
And my blood flows strong as I begin to faint

Do I awake? Yes, but at a price
My little prince charming is thrice his height
No longer does he stand, firm and strong
Now he simply rolls around like any other dong

chocomilk origin story????? u decide!!!!

[AnonOfCali]

most of life
is filled with strife
cloud strife
with the big sword

[Lagerkapo]

I don't expect compassion from you, but I have seen some piercing self-reflective dreams, I ream these seams like something valuable but they really know that they've written their final note so in the end I get the bends from trying to get up too fast but hell, I'm a blast from the past bombastic in fantastic ways all you children use your education in different ways and go ahead and make your frivolous fifth mistakes and I can maintain normalcy on the hundred thousand trays of no longer using line breaks to educate you about your mistake.

Adulthood is fucking horrible.

But it's a million times more worth it.

Arrogance gone, Air of barely start wrong.

Relentless aspect of self respect eternally strong, never question my song; question only me.

[Galneda]

Where in that poem did you rhyme the word "Heart?"
It swept by so quick, like a petulant fart.
What art could you part with with this feast a al carte?
I like poems that rhyme, if they don't, then I shart.

Oh whoozy, oh whoozy
My head grows so dizzy.
The shart that I blasted flows out my patoozy.
Patoozy? Patoozy!?
You can't be so choosy.
When making up words for my butthole gone juicy.

[Teddiikun]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You suck at life

[ThePulp]

Been a long time since I've tried writing a poem.
Anyway, here goes:

A rhyme for a dime?
I don't think I've much time
So I'll leave you with some limes
you can eat them by the pines.

This poem really doesn't make sense
it doesn't have worth, it doesn't have girth
So why would you bother to read?
It would be just fine if you gave me a dime
But why do you have to? I'll leave.

Rich in laughs and rich in health, that's the sailor's way.
Over the moon and back again's a price I've got to pay.
Right in the eye of the bull I've struck, the eye of the beholder
a poem that's striking and shitty as well, the type that'll really bewilder.

[Lagerkapo]

At 11/14/14 08:35 AM, NGPulp wrote: Been a long time since I've tried writing a poem.
Anyway, here goes:

Rich in laughs and rich in health, that's the sailor's way.
Over the moon and back again's a price I've got to pay.

That last stanza had some oomph. Good on ya.

[Install-a-Friend]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who came and then saw and then fucked it;
Now I don't know the rest,
But there was some incest,
I can't blame him; his sister looked fit.

[Zerodecoole]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There's that one person who spends a lot of time on Newgrounds
And that person is you

inb4 beatnik applause sound

[DoctorStrongbad]

I remember my two previous posted poems. They were nice and meaningful.

[Lagerkapo]

Nice to see people writing.

Lost a month's worth of work the other night in the form of a notebook I left at a bus station...

Oh well...

[ThePulp]

At 11/14/14 06:19 PM, Lagerkapo wrote: Lost a month's worth of work the other night in the form of a notebook I left at a bus station...

Man, that sucks.
I wonder what the person who picked it up thought of it.